my week was pretty good, especially after studying like crazy for the prelims. my week was so fruitful so this post is exorbitantly long. digressing, i really wanna work for hugo boss or zara or a slick brand just to look smart and well-put together everyday. then again, i really wanna intern for a writing company like August (HAHAH if possible) or i don't know. continuing...
the ambience is quaint and homely. and it was drizzling so i guess it added to the 'raindrops' element.
carbonara w/ mushrooms, bacon, eggs
salmon steak w/ butter sauce & vegetables
the butter sauce looks deceptively good. deceptively because while it looks tasty, it actually tastes pretty shit.
bottom line is, you can go for the ambience luh. or you could try the other food they have (the truffle fries and sliders our neighbours had looked awesome). we went to h&m andi spent 173 there. i thought it was a decent spend, like it wasn't overboard or anything. i got a pair of hiking boots for 80 that can pass off as 150, a nice-looking waterfall top (crop neck that droops in front) for 25 (pretty expensive but looks good luh k), and an amazingly amazing knitted cardi for 60. happy with my buys, we had cinnamon buns from marche next (awesome segue, baby i know) and then pork rib noodles and dumplings from the food court. the cinnamon buns are very very good even though they were cold.
met Z for the night and we caught up. that is all.
2. the larry and lili came over cos' she (lars) needed to make a rainbow cake.
no picture of the final product cos' she didn't assemble it here.
also helped her prep stuff for a celebration she's doing. we are awesome friends.
this picture's great though it's blurred. but i guess it's great cos' it's blurred. idk why my face looks normal even though i mosaic the hell out of it.
i don't know if it's talent that made lili take these pretentiously artsy photos or what... or it's just her bad skills at focusing... or taking photos for that matter.
3. met the fat after ages. we had astons and then killineys and like old people we headed to my house cos' after all, it's not like two 18-year-olds have anywhere else to be on a holiday night, right? oh, we played the arcade and i forgot how fun it was! house of the dead 4, baby. tried to beat the highscore for photo hunt but we didn't make it... sigh.
at this point it's appropriate to mention the facepainting session we had weeks ago, which i didn't blog about because it's related to her present:
hair's fucking shit from way back but owell. seriously, it looks like an onion omg.
the rest is up on fb. anyway, i made her an awesome present that took me ages to make because of the tedious layering of photographs as seen here:
it isn't as easy as it looks, seriously.
that, apart from dismantling the photo frame and cutting up the plastic board to fit it into the frame perfectly, took about 2 hours. if you count the time i spent trying to puzzle all the photos such that it fills the entire board (which inevitably, still failed) then i suppose it's around 3 hours? basically, i wouldn't do it just for anyone. yes, i am praising myself but if you did make this yourself you probably would too. thoroughly proud of myself because in the end it looks like this:
on hindsight, i could have done something to make the frame look better but i didn't know what to do with it.
the present wrapped with newspaper because i don't have wrapping paper. she's holding a hugeass naked picture of me (that's what i told her luh). come to think of it, it would be hilarious if it really was a naked picture of me, like the ones of narcissistic owners of grand mansions.
and she loved it... or that's what she told me luh. i mean, she probably did since she commented on the 631 (microsoft word count) worded essay at the back.
4. school on friday. by school i mean only one lesson because geog was cancelled. spent after-school with anne waiting for her boy - i'm always accompanying people, baby i know. amore and then tuls, lili and sarah came over. tried a hair-straightener with an unnecessary amount of fear for burning off my scalp, but hey, it was my first time. fairly successful luh but either sarah's straightening iron isn't an awesome one or that i cannot comprehend why in the world people would spend so much time doing this. i think it's probably the latter. it takes so long just to get the iron heated to a desirable temperature, and then there's the whole arduous process of clamping your hair repeatedly, and then you have to wax it to hold it in place. though i might do it for prom if my hair grows to the cole mohr style i'm still trying to emulate but my hair ain't thick and long at the fringe enough.
and then we cut my old jeans into jorts because i no longer wear them. by we i mean me. my first time and it was successful... not that you can actually fail cos' it's just a matter of marking where you wanna cut it and then actually cutting it (unless you cut way too much). i cut up two jeans and i'm gonna go to the tailors to hem one up and fray the other one at the ends. and then i'm probably gonna get sandpaper to fray the bodies of both up a bit together with pencil knives for the rugged look; potential fashion student, baby i know. OH, and i'm gonna bleach the hideous dark blue pair (hopefully) till it's light blue. lets hope it doesn't turn white... though i suppose it would look pretty good white luh.
there aren't any pictures so it's all hearsay but once i get down to it there will be! will probably document the process of bleaching so it's all good. i'm tryna' get the frayed end pair to look frayed like this and the bodies of both to be about as cut up as the one peter adrian (the dude) has:
his red (or magenta, as sarah says) cardigan is amazing!
so this was my week. yep yep. and so i end off abruptly with this depressing soundtrack.
and idk why but it irks me that there exists people from the different sections of the arts view themselves as superior over the others. i don't care if you're a fashion student but just because your field is much more tangible and accessible than mine/ours (literature, english, blah) doesn't mean that it endows you with the authority to look down on mine/ours. i know that the way one dresses is an instant doorway to that individual's personality but without language the world would be nothing. you probably have no idea how powerful and influential words can be (hence, your supremacist perceptions) and i appreciate them so, so much that i would choose them over fashion (unless it's fashion article writing then... that might be a different story). gah, i don't know why i'm so annoyed over this but i suppose i shouldn't cos' the people who view themselves as superior are probably inept with words. i'm so annoyed right now so here's a haiku. HAHAH:
your warped perception
of superiority
will be your own death
the end. i even dictionary-referenced to make sure 'superiority' is 6 syllables.
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