oopsy daisy

It probably sucks to be me right now. I've spend my entire 2 hours idling around parkway having anderson's and thrifting (sort of) just to wait for my first roll of film to develop. And after looking at too many lomo (ugh i hate how the mac auto corrects it to limo) sites, and all the wonderful lomographs (now even worse, they auto corrected it to homograph), i've built an expectation in my mind hoping that corallie will give birth to many pretty pictures as seen on these sites, but no no no corallie gave birth to monsters. And it isn't very much her fault either. I've hereby came to a conclusion, i have jelly fingers, and corallie has to sacrifice herself so that i can take her out on many more adventures (yep i need so much more practice)

By the way, corallie, in case you haven't already know, is my diana mini. She isn't some pet lurking around in my house. That'll have to be my poodle, coco.

And voila, here to show you corallie's first born!
(The drunk-girl-with-a-toy-camera-worthy photos)

missing

As of now, I'm probably a goner. Been into too much shit in a week span, and 1 of the few shit I've been into led my phone into jenny lim's pocket and it's probably cling wrapped and shoved some where in the office, which also explains why i don't have adequate pictures to update this mundane space. (which is also why I'm typing on an iPad and my fat fingers aren't really helping at a time like this) On a side note, I've got a coral Diana f+. I named her corallie, and thus ditching my cheap disberi away since it really isn't working as well. It's also the first day of the June holidays and I'm probably having a huge burst of impulse to do something stupid again, probably like getting a hair tattoo (but we'll have to see about that) I've also been practicing religiously for 30mins a day on the ukulele too. Ah this is overwhelming, so much has happened. I don't know where to begin. Maybe after another 11 more days, this space shall be filled with my new develop films. Ah I'm getting fidgety just thinking of it. Maybe corallie will be going for a spin in the deserted area of bugis where I learn my ukulele, they have a hidden park there with a French cafe and they rent pink bikes to lovers there. Splendid.

blue prints

(this i'll probably be a long entry about my mother)

The pendulum of the sturdy old clock in the living room has been ticking for hours since the day started and i only got to see mom 2 hours ago, for it was mothers day. We've merely past glances at each other and hugged to say 'happy mother day!', i hope the card i placed on the coffee table in the wee hours of the morning, actually dawned upon her. I vaguely remember last night as i chanced upon her sleeping at 2am, after coming back from a midnight movie with several buddies, before deciding to pen down my thoughts on a piece of pink paper and signing off with a greeting '...once again happy mothers day', that was my card for her.

She was the lady whom i am most thankful for and apprehensive at the same time for her constant slamming of the doors down the walkway to the room still echoes in my mind pretty vividly, and if you were ever reading my previous entries, you'd probably know more. But also, she was the one who planned my journey till my 14 years of existence on this nasty place. Thus i shall elaborate on my plan in the future, of which i spend an hour explaining to her yesterday morning. 

I somewhat charted a blueprint in my mind on the education route i wish to embark on, and did several researches and my mind was probably made up on going to a polytechnic in singapore under the courses either: new media and creative writing or business innovation and design. Probably because my thinking have been fixated on going to have a career choice of only 2 routes: a journalist (and get a double degree in mass communications) or fashion marketing. I hope all turns out well, and mom did agree on that, and was supportive of the idea. But i'll probably have to get a scholarship in university because relying on the probably means work for another 3 more years instead of retirement next year. 

Back onto my day yesterday. I met with P early in the morning to thrift and got some chains so i could make a camera strap and it turned out pretty well and as of today, this self-proclaimed OCD junkie has finally color coded her wardrobe and its probably one of the most productive thing i have done ever since the end of the exams.

I'd get started on some chinese now, and join mom for dinner, while dad's overseas sigh. 

 

 

Funny how I think of you way more than I should.

I'd love you in my arms now

back to basics

As of now, my neighbors should be able to see a girl in a neon green, wooly pants prancing around the kitchen with a phone clutched tightly in her hands, that's probably me.

The CAs are long and begone and these days have been passing by pretty quickly. I ought to complete all the 10 things on my list before reality kicks in.

1. Hellcats
2. Bake
3. Work out
4. Complete R&R choreo
5. Cut my mane
6. Retail therapy
7. Stock up on KODAK films
8. Get an eximus wide and slim toycam
9. Whip up breakfast
10. Meet the girls

Almost 1/3 of the way there whoopie

solitude

it doesn't feel very much like an exam week. Apart from all the excessive eating, nothing else is productive, meh.