Packing is the bane of my life

I really dislike packing; I spend about half an hour every morning deciding what I would wear so you can imagine how long it takes to decide at one go for 20 days. Why does it sound so effortless when people say “I just packed my bags & left”? I’d be like, did I bring sunscreen? Magazine or book? How many pairs of shoes? Shit, my shorts are still in the wash! AH! And the worse is, it doesn’t usually work out when I reach taiwan, most of the time I don’t even wear half the things I bring because there are all the new things I buy. On a happier note, I look forward to this pile of clothes increase exponentially by the time I come back.

I am going to smell nice for the next 5 years

That’s my 3 month worth of goodies from BAZAAR! Chuin is the sweetest thing to note what I like. Can’t wait to try Purity and Hope in a Jar from Philosophy. & no dens, I am not going to sell any one of those things, never, you can give up persuading me.

The Importance of Breakfast

Don’t count your chicks before they hatch

Last Sunday, Eden & I went to Hatched and ate many eggs.

Sound Advice

Saw this at NYDC, sound advice.

Kids have the most fun

SAM was a kid’s heaven the other day Jess & I popped by. I loved this room the most, no stopping where the train tracks went.
I wish I could become small and walk vertically.

Oh-MG!

Ahhhhh, it’s good to go back to MG, even after graduation, I don’t think anyone of us was able to leave it behind. We met Ms Tan at the staff room and she didn’t look any different from 2 years ago, with her hair sticking in weird directions and her black & white piggy shoes. Afterwards, we just fooled around with the camera, some pictures came out blurry though and we can only comfort ourselves that it looked like a glow function.

Shakespeare and his bud-dies

I wanted to say this for a while, but then due to certain unforeseen circumstances and a miraculous twist in events, I could only say this now: I’ve been growing a potatoe!

Its name is Shakespeare, clearly you can see I have great expectations for this little thing. I also named it’s buds, they are namely: Hamlet, Romeo&Juliet, Merchant of Venice, MacBeth, Midsummer Night’s Dream and The Tempest so on and so forth. All of them are Bud-dies with one another.

Shakespeare has gone through much turbulence in its short life of 2 weeks, you see, it was growing pretty well, one of its buds especially, grew plump and purple. I was feeling rather proud of it and decided to move it from the balcony to my room, thinking that more of my love and care can then be directed towards it. However, never did I expect that Shakespeare was afraid of cold and dryness! After one night in an air-con room, the pretty bud died. I thought that was the end of my potatoe, BUT, being strong in will, its other bud-dies started to grow and it got permanently relocated back to the balcony.

P.s. I know ‘Potatoe’ should come without an ‘e’ but I think it looks better this way.

Musing in the museum

Before I went to Batam, I dropped by the museum with two sweet girls and an unexpected guest, weilun who turned out to be a rather interesting companion.
We went to Pompeii at National Museum then Trans-cool Tokyo at SAM@8Q.

This is an installation whose name I can’t remember, but it’s basically a tiny booth with headphones that plays disco music. The person in the room can’t see what’s going on outside but it’s the opposite for people outside. So basically, you’ll feel like dancing when you’re in the room and you’ll be tricked to think no one will see you, but the truth is, everyone’s watching.

The message before entering the disco booth room.

Oh! And I found a self- portrait.

Aww.