You know that feeling when you'd do anything to just exist in a person's life?
That moment where your heart flutters so quickly that your thoughts go blank and all you managed to choke out is, "Hi."
Even if it means being a stranger.
As long as you get to see [him].
I mean, even the thought of being reborned into another body just to be within the same space.
That, I'd take that.
My friend once told me that the body, our looks, our weight, our height & figure is nothing but a bottle for our souls. Now imagine changing bottles every other day. I'd be me (in soul-term) but in another body. Just so I can be around you. Comforting, myself.
I'm that.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Outfit Inspo
School has been mediocre so far. Didn't really have any high expectation for it to begin with since Day 1 was a bust. There are the many different sectors of people you'd expect to see in an American High School and well, didn't we all learn from 90210, Gossip Girl that unless you have a good heart - being cool and lofty brings you nowhere.
Maybe they've got the brains. I don't know. Waaaaaaay to earlier to judge. Anyway, it's a rainy Sunday and what better to do then to have a collage of pictures for outfit inspo! Woohoo
Maybe they've got the brains. I don't know. Waaaaaaay to earlier to judge. Anyway, it's a rainy Sunday and what better to do then to have a collage of pictures for outfit inspo! Woohoo
Disclaimer: None of these photos belong to me
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Back to school Inspirations
Singapore's weather is crazy. Envy them living in the Northern Hemisphere!
None of these pictures belong to me.
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| if i could paint my nails maroon it shall be |
Friday, March 29, 2013
Some Things I Won't Say To You
Because once these words come out,
I can't take them back.
They will stain your memory forever. Our memor[ies].
I try. Everyday I try to understand where you're coming from. Why you do what you do. Why you react the way you do or say the things you say. It's funny though. I feel like the more this goes on, the more I'm slipping. Perhaps it's my weak faith. I just feel that, if you really let me go this time round just by being the way you are now, I'd never always look back saying, "That was me. All me."
Because I've never loved this much. I've never wanted to change myself just to be accepted. In all honesty, at times I do regret the changes I've made to conform to you. You're the only one who really knew me at all. I've made so much effort. It feels... tiring sometimes.
But even if I have to wait for thousands of days just for that one split second of bumping into you, I would. There's so much I need to say to you. Once again, these words just fades into a simple "That's good." I might not be seeing you for a very long time now, or even hear your voice. Even our tradition of night wishes have ceased to exist a long time ago. Now, nothing like a "Good Morning/Good Night". Here I am. Pathetically wishing for a "I love you", "I miss you".
When I tell my friends about us, they look at me with the most perplexed face. "What kind of relationship do you guys have?" they would ask. I feel... confused. I don't know how to answer them. I let you break so many of my rules. That's completely not on you though. That's my prerogative. I choose that. Sometimes I think, I should have stopped it since the very beginning. Who am I? That outcast that will never be understood. Yet you did. You somehow figured me out. But still, there were days that I could tell you were tired of me. I should have ended it then, when it was easier. Less complicated. So that it would hurt you a lot less. Truth is, I like us. Because I never knew what it felt like to be protected. To have a friend. To be cared after. To have someone ask me, "How was your day?" and truthfully, patiently listen. I never had anyone to tell me that I looked "beautiful". I am cliche. I am. I am a scared fragile lonely pathetic girl that despite all the tough facade, I want that happy ending.
A whole new term at a new school will begin soon. Let's see where it will take us. One thing's for sure - [when the time comes (hopefully not)] I won't let go easily. One thing I've learnt is if someone/some thing[s] mean a lot to you, you'd fight for it till the end. If it has to come to that, I'd still put your happiness over mine.
"And you coming back to me is against the odds" Will that be us?
I can't take them back.
They will stain your memory forever. Our memor[ies].
I try. Everyday I try to understand where you're coming from. Why you do what you do. Why you react the way you do or say the things you say. It's funny though. I feel like the more this goes on, the more I'm slipping. Perhaps it's my weak faith. I just feel that, if you really let me go this time round just by being the way you are now, I'd never always look back saying, "That was me. All me."
Because I've never loved this much. I've never wanted to change myself just to be accepted. In all honesty, at times I do regret the changes I've made to conform to you. You're the only one who really knew me at all. I've made so much effort. It feels... tiring sometimes.
But even if I have to wait for thousands of days just for that one split second of bumping into you, I would. There's so much I need to say to you. Once again, these words just fades into a simple "That's good." I might not be seeing you for a very long time now, or even hear your voice. Even our tradition of night wishes have ceased to exist a long time ago. Now, nothing like a "Good Morning/Good Night". Here I am. Pathetically wishing for a "I love you", "I miss you".
When I tell my friends about us, they look at me with the most perplexed face. "What kind of relationship do you guys have?" they would ask. I feel... confused. I don't know how to answer them. I let you break so many of my rules. That's completely not on you though. That's my prerogative. I choose that. Sometimes I think, I should have stopped it since the very beginning. Who am I? That outcast that will never be understood. Yet you did. You somehow figured me out. But still, there were days that I could tell you were tired of me. I should have ended it then, when it was easier. Less complicated. So that it would hurt you a lot less. Truth is, I like us. Because I never knew what it felt like to be protected. To have a friend. To be cared after. To have someone ask me, "How was your day?" and truthfully, patiently listen. I never had anyone to tell me that I looked "beautiful". I am cliche. I am. I am a scared fragile lonely pathetic girl that despite all the tough facade, I want that happy ending.
A whole new term at a new school will begin soon. Let's see where it will take us. One thing's for sure - [when the time comes (hopefully not)] I won't let go easily. One thing I've learnt is if someone/some thing[s] mean a lot to you, you'd fight for it till the end. If it has to come to that, I'd still put your happiness over mine.
"And you coming back to me is against the odds" Will that be us?
Thursday, March 14, 2013
MUST DO DIYS
Since I'm a broke girl living off my parents' paychecks and mine, I figured I have to start making my own clothes for a brand new 3 years in a new school. It's March now and school begins in April so I'd better scramble!
All of the DIYs are from Apairandasparediy. Mad love for her!
All of the DIYs are from Apairandasparediy. Mad love for her!
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