hold on tight, we'll wait for tomorrow you'll be alright

Its been a bad day for me today. I woke up feeling like I barely fell asleep (DAMN YOU AMERICANS RUNNING UP AND DOWN MY CORRIDOR), it was raining and I have no umbrella. Well nevermind it gave me an excuse to wear my James Perse cropped hoodie sweater, but I got so grumpy afterwards because it got wet. Yea I know how retarded can I get, well sue me for being in a bad mood. I got stuck at the Arts office in Uni for 25 minutes when it should have taken only 5 minutes, and I missed my 11am lecture. The library was super full because of the rain, and noisy because all the punks who usually smoke and make noise outside the library were forced indoors. My presentation partner came 40 minutes late for our discussion, and my coffee tasted like shit. And it hasn't stopped raining all day, which means I look like a drowned duck today. Probably one of the worst days I've ever had. But no matter, because I'm going to see The Fray tonight, and I'm just gonna go there and be mellow, but I swear if some punks piss me off somebody is gonna get karate-chopped. Today its just one of those days, which suck so bad. But you need the bad days to appreciate the good ones, just like you need gloomy wet days like today to enjoy sunny blue sky ones.

I love Neil Gaiman

He's so cute, this was from an article he contributed for the Guardian, and I laughed so hard. I found a picture of the one he was talking about and I printscreened it. An excerpt from his entry, which is full of self-effacing pity but still cute.

It's controlled chaos.

I am standing blankly, realising I have no idea what to do now, but the women look like butterflies, and there are people in the bleachers who shout as each limo draws up. Someone says: "Neil?"

It's Deette, from Focus. "I just came back from walking Henry through. What a nice coincidence. Would you like me to take you through?"

I would like that very much. She asks if I would like to walk past the cameras, and I say that I would, because my fiancee is in Australia and my daughters are watching on TV, and Kambriel will be happy to see her jacket on television.

We head down into the throng, behind someone in a beautiful dress. It looks like a watercolour of a dream. I have no idea who anyone is, except for Steve Carell, because he looks just like Steve Carell on television, except a tiny bit less orange.

We are scrunched together tightly as we go through metal detectors, and the beautiful watercolour dress is trodden on, and the lady wearing it is very gracious about this.

I ask Deette who's inside the dress, and she tells me it's Rachel McAdams. I want to say hello – Rachel's said nice things about me in interviews – but she's working right now. I'm not. No one wants to take my photo, or, Deette discovers, to interview me. I'm invisible.

At the bend in the red carpet we pause. I look down at Rachel McAdams's watercolour dress and wonder if I can see a footprint. Cameras flash, but not at me.

...

I feel as if I've sleepwalked invisibly through one of the most melancholy days of my life. There are glamorous parties that evening, but I don't go to any of them, preferring to sit in a hotel lobby with good friends. We talk about the Oscars.

The next morning the back page of the Los Angeles Times Oscar supplement is a huge panoramic photograph of the people on the red carpet. Somewhat to my surprise, I see myself standing front and centre, staring down at Rachel McAdams's beautiful watercolour dress, inspecting it for footprints.

source:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2010/mar/25/neil-gaiman-oscars-coraline

we'll kill ourselves to find freedom

My days pass by very slowly but my weeks fly by so fast. Does that make sense? I can lie in bed and not think about anything, just lie there in my oversized shirt, and watch the fan make countless clockwise rotations above my head, and count the dead flies in my ceiling light, and still hear the seconds tick by on my $5 clock. But today I woke up and its already Friday. Time will slip by me and before I know it tomorrow I'll be 30, but 30 and where? I suppose we all need a little clarity.

here comes the sun, little darling

What a day to hit the beach, and hit the beach we did! Summer seems to have come back here in Australia. Even though its technically winter, after two weeks of freak weather the sun is back and it is marvelous. Headed down to Coogee beach, which is nowhere as famous as our lovely Bondi, with its crowded boardwalk and sexy people everywhere, but to me is every bit as good a beach. So anyway I couldn't go into the water because it just happens to be that time of the month, so I beached myself like a whale armed with a book while Yvette brought along her American Politics textbook. Deb and min went frolicking in the water (which was sooo cold, I dipped my feet in), and nearly got swept away. Min nearly lost her new miumiu sunglasses but luckily a lady caught it! I'm super paranoid about getting freckles or sun spots or pigmentation or skin cancer, so aside from layering myself with copious amounts of sunscreen, I couldn't bear to spend more than 3 hours on the sand. We hustled for a late lunch and smoothies and after coming back for a shower and a nap (yea sloths) caught dinner and Notting Hill and Paris Je' Taime at Deb and Min's place. Saturdays, I love you.

My lunch, which was kinda tasteless but I was so hungry I ate it all anyways.

tanned and happyyy ♥♥♥

a dream is a wish your heart makes

I've always been super obsessed with all things Disney. I know I'm not alone in this, all my girlfriends seem to have a favourite Disney Princess. Yes I know the old Disney movies used to purport gender stereotypes (look at Gaston and Belle), blah blah. Well I still love it, and I think its mighty clever of Disney to keep on making money out of all of us fools. They have this line of jewelry called Disney Couture, and I've loved almost everything that they come up with, though I don't really like the Pocahontas line. I recently bought a ring inspired by Tinkerbell, as well as a bracelet, but this just goes to show what kind of sucker I am for nostalgia. My friend Deb has bracelets, leather wraps, necklaces, so I suppose she is an even bigger sucker for nostalgia than I am. Now I am sooo excited because, to expound upon the hype for the new Alice in Wonderland movie (which I have yet to see, sadly), Tom Binns and Disney Couture have a new range out! I can't wait for it to come to the shops, or even to reach revolveclothing or miijo, which both stock Disney Couture items!!!! I've seen photos of a Mad Hatter ring, and their charm bracelets look divine. They aren't going to be cheap, I'm sure, especially since there is no way I am just gonna buy one piece from the whole collection, but accessories are worth spending on because you can wear them with everything... or so I tell myself.

Tinkerbell treasure chest ring

It opens up to a mountain of treasures!

It says 'X, Tink' on the top, which is so cute!

And here's a little sneak peek at what I did with my new room

the light from the window

I'm starting to find peace in my little room. It is just four walls and a bed, but it is slowly starting to resemble my space once more, just as my old new room did. Right now it's a mess, clothes strewn on my bed all the time, except for bedtime, when its then dumped on my chair, forms all over my table, multiple cables everywhere, cough syrup and its sticky spots (I'm down with something right now, and its a chore), rings scattered all over. I got my nails painted a deep shade of blue, and it is a comfort to me, to have blue nails. My mom always says that the state of my room reflects the state of my mind, and she's right. I am chaos. I choose to be chaos, because when things are in order, that is when you notice that things are also missing.

let this be a reminder

When one person gives up, it isn't salvageable any longer. It can only go in a different direction, or it can remain the way it is already. When both parties give up, it is truly over. I gave up early, but maybe I was waiting to be held onto. Tonight there's a hole in my heart, but I am going to be okay.

this is the sound of settling

(Karen Millen dress at half price!!, Aldo shoes)

My real face. Grumpy about having to do visiting rounds. In other words my bangs were really straight because I had just cut my hair!

Yea I was so bored in the car. That's my skinny older sis in another of her 10 million Bonito Chico dresses.

Summer ends right here. Uni starts tomorrow and I'm half dreading it and half looking forward to it. Weird but yeah. Anyway these are the few photos I took on the first day of Chinese New Year. Too busy collecting money, you see. But I was as red as an ang pao, or orange anyway. I'm gonna be kinda busy in the following days. Have to get my exchange application up and running, and just do small things I've been putting off for a while. Back to life as we know it from now on!