35 Flea Market!

I'm having a flea market!

Sunday 31 March
Bukit Timah CC
I'll be at the fourth stall from the row closest to the post office, if I'm not wrong. Everything must go because I'll be donating any leftovers to Salvation Army so do come down and support! :)) Considering adding stuff too other than what's already posted here. 

On another note, EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!!

34 Wishlist

Jean Gene | Mustard Blazers

Jean Gene | Mustard Blazers by adaydreamer featuring a cotton t-shirt

I usually give myself a little out-of-budget shopping as reward for reaching my exam goals. After this Math paper, though, I think some reevaluating is in order...

Anyway, here's what's on my wishlist:
- Fashmob Mustard Boyfriend Blazer-New Look nude pumps -A cream dotted pussybow blouse I found online-Love Bonito Ashley racer tank

And, completely on impulse and arising from my lack of brain cells this afternoon-- I bought an off-the-shoulder top in black and a wine red skater skirt. Granted I've been thinking about both for a while, but they're still out of my budget and I'm still half kicking myself about them. Only half, because I am secretly looking forward to picking them up on Friday. The off-the-shoulder top is totally OOC for me, I never wear close to strapless things and I never wear black, but I guess it's time for a little change. It soo reminded me of 50s Grease and Audrey Hepburn that I had to get it! Plus, ever since I saw it paired with my LP eyelet skirt I haven't been able to get the combo out of my head. 

/rationalizing impulses

33 Pephem Mayhem

Pephem Mayhem

Pephem Mayhem by adaydreamer featuring skirts

How I wish more shops would manufacture this design! Imagine it in a preppy light grey tweed... I found a similar piece in wine and I can't wait to get my hands on it. 

32 A Diatribe/ Diametrically Opposed

“Never opened up to anyone…”
You’re just scared. Hiding in a hole you’ve dug yourself, convincing yourself that if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t exist. There’re so many pot holes in that argument. You exalt the glory of a martyred love; you revel in the Romantic ideal of a great love burning, hidden. There’s something Petrarchan about that, isn’t it? The brave lover, hiding in his ivory tower, burning up inside for his love, but hiding it for the Greater Good.
You’re hiding yours for the fear. As much as you subscribe to the notion of the lovelorn hero, you subscribe too to the idea of the Superman who doesn’t have anything to do with emotions. There’s something almost nihilistically satisfying in that, isn’t there, going through life mechanically, sweeping up accolades like they pass you on conveyor belts, hiding all that pain, all that emotion because if you showed it, you’d be just like them.
That’s no way to live. That’s no way to be human. To be human is be gloriously fallible. To revel in our emotions. To check them with the rationality gifted to us, yes, but to know ultimately what makes us is our emotions, this ability to feel beyond rationality. The very conflicting desires in your heart should convince you they exist. And if you listen hard enough, they should convince you it’s worth it.
Maybe I hide myself in a hole of cheesy love songs. Maybe I’m scared too. Maybe I listen to others’ heartbreak as a form of catharsis because I’m too scared to even sign on to the possibility of that experience. So maybe there’s something we could both learn: like, hey, you aren’t going to live anything real if you hide yourself in your rationality or in someone else’s emotions.
“Right before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever had…”

31 Stored Classics

So I was waiting for my Internet connection while my brother downloaded stuff, and decided to go back to the old standby... Photoshop.

Author's note regarding sneakers: I tried my navy blue sneakers a few weeks back with a navy blue tank top and mint green flared trousers. It worked surprisingly well!

30 School's Out

So, school's out! The March holidays are here, finally! Looking at my juniors, I really miss being so carefree last year-- I was wondering what I did last March, then I remembered I spent the whole time working on my council campaign. I won't say I wish I didn't run, though-- I'm just glad I still managed to sneak in some family time last March. If I recall correctly, we went for the Titanic exhibition!

Every J2 holiday this year will be spent preparing -mugging- for some exam or another. This time, it's my block tests next week. KI's down, thank goodness, but there's still Math/Econs/Lit to go! Here's to, hopefully, my first time actually working hard during a holiday...

But for now it's Sunday and I'm reveling in a celebratory mood. Met up with ML just now in Bugis for a long-overdue catch-up session over fries and a greasy fish sandwich. She also passed me my ASOS loots- joy! I bought a heart charm necklace from Gogo Philip to replace my beloved Taiwan buy which was ruined by my carelessness, and a skinny bangle with the word 'Love' on it-- words don't do it justice-- pictures when I can!

One term down, three more to go. I have been successfully more hardworking this term. I've finally found my study method-- go to the library and hunker down with a day's worth of work, and plug away at it till early evening. It works because the library is freezing and full of other hardworking people so I feel too guilty to slack. And hopefully, I'll continue this streak till As!

Also found time to get involved in more CIP, initially for the mercenary 'portfolio' reason (shudder), but eventually I've found it really is rewarding. Teaching will never be my calling, but it still is pretty awe-inspiring to see such marked improvement in your students!

I'm starting to get more self-identity crises and minor moody breakdowns-- the perils of turning 18, having to do As, decide where to go for university, and generally (though they tell you it's a non sequitur-- they lie!) what to do with your life. I'm not the only one, it seems, but it's still easier to look at those who have already decided than comfort yourself by looking at those who share the same plight as you.

It seems it's not so fun growing up! When I was 7 I couldn't wait to turn 'sweet 16' and now it's 2 years come and gone since then. How not to feel melancholy about a childhood epoch passed?