初三

minimal white?

final destination

 

 

 

 

 

was inspired by colleagues to take out my stars to mark my boxes. i'm going to miss the swing space. it's not spanking new but it's just so right... it's ironic that the open-concept at the renovated old space is not to be. at least not to me. it's more than ever like a labyrinth. and imagine if people change their desk locations on a daily basis. reminds me of hide and seek. surely that's not the bosses' idea of collaboration? ok, i'm really jesting but i will admit i'm not so excited about it. i'd kept an open mind about the changes to be expected. i'd also tried to stave off reservations about the whole idea as time went by. i'll know soon if my mind's changed. i'm really quite stressed with other ongoing stuff already. interestingly, i just did a module on group behaviour at school. the human tendency for uncertainty reduction will definitely be challenged soon. means what? more stress. am not whining but stating a fact.   

ang ang bo hai lang

happy 45th, Singapore.

摆乌龙

so we're moved into the "swing space" starting today so that the existing space would undergo renovation and then we'd swing back there in a coupla months. the temporary space is on the 3rd level; we were on the 7th previously. i remembered to press the correct lift button but i didn't take the lift on the correct wing. but these were nothing compared to the boo-boo of forgetting the work laptop. it had to be me. SIGH. but honestly, what got to me more was that someone said i was late for work and that i had to end up sitting opposite the deputy director. only one speck of it was factual. i was indeed late if i were to report to work at 8.30am. i hadn't been on time for a long time now. i reached the office probably slightly before 9. and i was the first to occupy one corner of that stretch of work desks to be shared by whoever didn't get to choose where to sit because they're late. if someone wanted to twist the story, why didn't they say the superior chose to sit opposite me? what's so bad about sitting amongst people not considered to be my peers by virtue of rank? 

wearing the gold shoes i got from flea titan 5. the belt cost $2 from the flea as well. top thrifted from nicolethen's, worn with the flap flipped over. 

the grass is always greener on the inside

i finally met with Walter today (i'd mistakenly named him Wallace").

Walter and his playground

Another enchanting showcase at the Art Garden is by Dawn Ng whose debut solo collage exhibition, Singapore Cuts was held in 2009. Her work, Massive Attack, was exhibited as part of the Singapore Arts Show 2009 at the Singapore Art Museum. 

Drawing inspiration from her personal childhood memories, Ng created Walter, a curious colossal rabbit. The incongruence of Walter's presence at SAM creates a sense of wonder and surprise to all who chance upon him.

Walter is the artist's celebration of the ordinary and everyday in Singapore as wonderful and unique. Ng has also created Walter's Grass Playground, where toddlers could play with conical grass cushions of different shapes and texture. This creative playground encourages toddlers to learn about colours and shapes, as well as develop psychomotor skills as they have fun.

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my lunches had been indulgence compared to my dinners. i usually went for fft's "basic works". now see what my version of basic works had been these past days. 

^instant noodles and salmon again, this time in wasabi and soy sauce. i really think i won't tire of sashimi.

how many sentences now?

^via la couturier via tfs

all other images taken from tfs

so the bag i saw months back was the fruit of a sofia coppola + LV collaboration. i fell quite hard for it then. it's not a brand new one, though. i wonder how much the monogram one costs in the boutique. i don't think i've ever stepped foot inside one. there was a long line at taka's when i wanted to check it out. i think the plain one's probably better, in that it looks less stiff and more versatile.

but. would i pay for the leather one when i couldn't imagine paying 3k for the slightly used monogram one? and honestly, does it look very different from the speedy sans shoulder strap? i could simply get the epi leather ones. plus. i dunno why i always end up going for boston-style frame bags that might not even suit me. *rolls eyes* 

seasons

Our faith rises and falls. It has degrees. But our security does not rise and fall. It has no degrees. We must persevere in faith. That's true. But there are times when our faith is the size of a mustard seed and barely visible. In fact, the darkest experience for the child of God is when his faith sinks out of his own sight. Not out of God's sight, but his. Yes, it is possible to be so overwhelmed with darkness that you do not know if you are a Christian -- and yet still be one.

When The Darkness Will Not Lift

John Piper

^wearing the vintage coach sunnies

detache mode

i finally made myself get out of the office earlier just so to catch my sil and niece before they check out tomorrow. 语馨 didn't look the same on camera. or rather, she looked different irl. it's a strange feeling to hold her in my arms, to have her close to my breast -- as if she were mine. i wonder how more strange it'd be for the mother. i heard they'd usually wonder the opposite: that such a being was a part of her. 

i know i didn't really grow attached to the unborn child when she's still in her mother's womb. i can't say if it was deliberate. i've always felt i must be weird for not being like many who'd go gaga over babies, born or unborn. i never really wanted to touch my sil's stomach, nor did i ever think to 'talk' to my niece. i chose to use 'want' but it's really not that i had a thing against babies. not at all. throughout this entire time, there's only once or twice when my sil put my hand to her stomach to feel her baby's movement, in her attempt to show me that the child recognised her 姑姑's voice. and no, the rarity was surely not because my sil didn't want me to touch her bump. 

perhaps it was deliberate after all. that i should want to detach myself from these things. perhaps my sil felt that it's a delicate issue for me and so she's mindful about it. am i ever to come to terms with my past and my future according to His will? please set me free from the struggle, Lord.

i like wiw today. but i think i again let the world see my undies. and i had to choose a patterned one. saving grace was the colours're light. i wore 4 layers. the grey frilly vest cost slightly over 500 yen, incl tax, bought in Harajuku. the white dress could be a MJ copy, bought in kuala lumpur for 20 ringgit. the nude outerwear's given me by my dear friend and personal style guru. i think it cost 5 bucks at the local song & song. i thought the vest and outwear were perfect together.

oh and i received compliments about my... (of all things) hair! lol. by the time i took these pictures, the tresses weren't as fluffy as Fawcett's. i swear that's who my colleague said it was. i also swear i didn't do anything different to my hair. if anything, the curls were mostly gone already.  

mitigate

this is more me. but there's still something unflattering here.... is it my expanding hips? wrong top again? ill-made pants? or the absence of an outerwear? this is why the outerwear is my favourite garment. it's my failsafe accessory. it plays 2nd fiddle to the other garments yet it brings out the best in them to make the entire ensemble more 'right' or less wrong. when you don't have a perfect body and when you don't have access to high quality clothes, you do what i do (interpret as you so wish).

the blue cardi's given me by a colleague. it actually belonged to her husband. i think it's meant for metrosexuals, and yes, her husband's quite tiny. the 'lapels' are asymmetrical. love it.

mutant

did i scare you there? :P

one more here. i can do magic.

what's with the varying sizes of the photos??!

dare i say the print and colours of this skirt make it look a lil like that DVF garment i've been seeing on some bloggers? lol. this is vintage, or i should say retro, i dunno. i can't afford expensive things. the purple bag is judith leiber. the outfits here are a bit off somewhere but i didn't care then. didn't have more time to care. i think the colours worked but there's just something not right about them being together. for the 1st getup, it's the shoes - not the shape but the fact that they're slingbacks so i hate it when the bottoms of the pants get under my feet. i should've worn a different top. i felt my bottom half quite exposed this way. a fitted and tapering silhouette towards the ankles should work better with this top. as for the 2nd one, i think it's the bag. the shape of the bag? the texture? it's more like an evening bag than a day bag, what with its exotic skin. haha.

and finally, i end with BIG pictures showing a beaded coil bangle (is there such a term?) given me by an indian colleague on the day i wore this outfit. love it.