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Recalling the events that led up to the completion of a project that had forced me (and four others) to toil their souls out for the past two weeks is quite burdensome. I feel very tired just re-living the memories hahaha!
Until I can sort out the pictures, here is something taken one day after the five of us handed in the project:
Goofy is back in school on a Saturday BUT NOT FOR THAT DARN PROJECT ANYMORE!!!!
Woohoo!
Actually I kinda miss the times we spent already :(
More mirrors at SPC.
Capturing the slob within. My clock is an eternal 6:10. It is the size of a 18-55mm kit lens.
More skills at SPC.
Spending half the day sitting cross-legged in front of my computer being unproductive but horribly entertained. It is so much of an addiction that it’s probably a skill.
If no one feeds me I’d be dead.
(Also, I seem to have an affinity with blogs of people I know IRL. Blog-stalking has come in handy on a number of occasions I might add XDD)
The rest of my life is spent in dreams. Half of it, if I got my way.
Speaking of which, today I dreamt that there was a huge white-ish pillar-ish train station with 3 tracks running on almost the same level as the platform. People have to cross the tracks to get to the middle train. An old man in a white singlet nearly fell between the gaps of the tracks but the station conductor in blue (with a cap!) righted him back. I kept getting on the trains but somehow always ended up back there catching the next ones.
After that there was one Mary Poppins!teacher in a dress and hat – frilly lolita style – who, after ensuring that her male Japanese students were safely on board, opened a door at the bottom of the head of the train and got in. There were 2 picture frames in the secret room and one of them looked like a portrait of Shrek.
That was the second part of my dream.
The first part consisted of me following someone from my first day at work to the train station. We had to walk through people’s houses (all sliding doors) and I remember I felt really bad walking in private property with my shoes on.
Entry for SPC.
Nothing but the Bobbi Brown nude lip gloss Yuunsama & Loo got me for my 21st last year.
I like my lips naked but this time it’s nude.
It’s funny how I take the trouble to dress up at family parties and then wind up with a camera full of hyperactive cousins.
Can’t help it.
They’re the ones celebrating.
I’m there to document.
Shades:
￥１０００, Odaiba, Japan
Fake Minnie Mouse Tee:
Given, China
Fake Gucci Bag:
Given, China
Thin Red Belt:
$5, Bugis Street, Singapore
Skinny Jeans:
￥?, 3 Minutes of Happiness, Japan
Heels:
$23.95, Noda, Singapore
What I wear to make me feel happy – making cheap stuff look importantly nice for a ‘look’.
It’s quite impressive how a pair of shades and a black bag can alter what I normally wear to school. The key is to accessorize eh. (spell check doesn’t have ‘accessorize’ in its dictionary. I am slightly traumatized that it is not an actual word.)
Ever since I got this pair of jeans, it’s virtually the only pair I ever wear. But I’m going to be looking for lighter shades of skinnies tomorrow! :D
Entry for SPC.
More shots below, showing how I pulled the dratted shirt down to cover my exposed belly from time to time today. When I was young, Gong gong always told me to cover my bellybutton otherwise I would song hong (hokkien: have a stomach flu). I guess the habit stuck.
I am horrible. The last time I participated in the Self-Portrait Challenge was 7 months ago, almost the same amount of fantastic procrastination I put in to completing Senpai’s fanart >_<
Eh, hopefully by thickening my skin and posting my entries here instead of there, that not-very-sekrit-now-defunct blog, I’ll make it a point to post at least once every month.
(You all know how much I love pictures of myself. I’m just too shy to publicly admit it XDD) It changes now! ✿read more…
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