Picture us

                   

Dug up my musty old blue fur bag, threw on my mom's jumper and climbed into my suspender stockings before slipping into my leather shorts and black UK flag shoes. 

When will I ever learn to match my clothes like a proper lady?

After a film screened at Old School, Sinema, we proceeded to let the cable cars and camera lens fascinate us. One word: May is a natural model. Two words: Beautiful girl. Three words: Yes my camera is a compact cam, quit judgin'. 

I'll let the pictures do the talking now cos my word bank is all dried and shrivelling up like a yummy prune.

God bless,

F

Almost acidic

(lace dress, bugis. feather ear ring, diy. flower sandals and neon yellow cardigan for 10bucks each!!!)

I was a highlighter for a day.

Or maybe a lemon bar, someone told me. Went around trying to 'highlight' people but most of the time I was trying not to lick myself no matter how much my cardigan reminded me of lime sherbet. Yum.

My mom hugged me last night and suddenly told me that I'd gained some weight and that I should just stay this way now. Yes I've gained weight! Having the appetite of a sumo wrestler helps. And a top-secret diet plan, of course. (includes fast food, free ice cream, bread etc..)

Ah, I love my mom. :)

[Okay it just hit me that in-reach and loving my friends is good but then when was the last time I appreciated my family members? Or blessed them or spent quality time with them? Thank God it ain't too l8 to start now! I'll make a card for my mom after work..]

'Beautiful Bride'

Flyleaf's a band I've been hearing since I first heard 'I'm so sick' came out. Of course I was shocked by their screaming but I love Lacey's voice so I dove into their album and found hidden gems.
They were on my playlist for a while but soon got replaced by other pop songs *hides face
But a few days ago I started hearing them again and now I can't stop listening to them.
The lyrics.. the sound... the emotions?

Who says you can only play or sing about Jesus in hymns? They aren't even ashamed to sing about God with rock music. I'm inspired.

In an interview, lead singer Lacey Sturm was asked how it felt to be in a Christian rock band and play in Las Vegas:
Well, you know what? I don’t know what you mean by a “Christian rock band.” It’s hard to say that because people all have a different definition of what that means. If it means that we’re Christians, then yeah, we’re Christians, but if a plumber’s a Christian, does that make him a “Christian plumber?” I mean we’re not playing for Christians. We’re just playing honestly and that’s going to come out.

whatchu want, punk?

I cut this top sometime back (a looong time back) and only had the chance to wear it again recently. Every time I wear clothes ripped or translucent I have an irrational fear of being sent home or worse- being mentioned on Stomp. 

And yet I still wear it out anyway.

Guys, I think I may have some gangsta blood in me that makes me enjoy a little risk. *cracks knuckles*

Yeah yeah you got me, I was too lazy to change into something else.

Work it #rice bowl

This is my little cozy working space in e office with a big computer screen, photoshop CS 5 (!!!), mermaid nails & pink snakeskin flats for rainy days.

All work no play makes Jill a boring girl.

Who's Jill, again?

What dreams are made of

Free people's limited edition dresses.

It's as though they peeped into my dreams, pulled them out into substance and voila, dresses of my dreams.

I love the dresses so much I'm drooling. 

No wonder Singapore's flooding.

Oops... It ain't me, it's Free People's fault!

In the end,

we're all just bones and feathers. 

I've seen a lot of things being made into accessories but gold bones/teeth? Woah gimme some of that.

Now I know what to do with my wisdom tooth when I finally pluck (pun intended) up my courage to have it extracted.

Just kidding. How gross would that be?

But if i coat it in gold paint and wrap it in wire and oxidised gold chains...

Okay so maybe just half-kidding.

P.S. Just got back from a Jakarta wedding during the weekend.

Good thing about marriages : Everything. I love taking one day just to doll up for it, then stuffing my face with yummy hotel food, taking pics with loved ones, weeping for joy when they say their vowes, eating more food, meeting new people, eat and drink some more, being merry...

Bad thing about marriages : My 20 year old biological clock suddenly time travels to 30 and makes me wish I can get married and have kids NOW, like now. One moment I'm loving being single and living life que sera sera and suddenly it's like bam, I wanna get married soon omg what if  no one wants me omg I don't wanna grow old alone nooo I want kids too omg lemme go adopt a baby now!

 It's such a weird feeling to have as a youth/young adult that it's not even funny. 

After skool-

angora sweater, suspender stockings, UK flag boots

More pics and more words soon. 

Til then, hugs and kisses. 

(Try and be a superhero and lick your elbow if you're bored. It took away my 37 mins just like that.. not that I was counting. 

It was 38 mins.) Oh well at least I know I'm not weirdly gifted like that.

Maybe I've got super head strength? Off to stand on my head now!

If you don't see me in a few days, call an ambulance as I may be stuck, thanks.

faces

check more beauty at: a-portrait.tumblr.com

Vamp diary

Note to self: If you are going to be playing with stray cats in the car park then prepare to be scratched/bitten. Or maybe I just smell of my dog. Eau de Marquis.

And like Marquis, I may spend the rest of my days sleeping, being fascinated by random flying things and going back to sleep after I eat. Or not. I'm excited for the rest of my days building up my portfolio, hanging out with awesome people, swimming more, reading more, working more and do everything more because it's time for MORE!
In the words of Britney Spears: 'Gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gim- okay you get the drift'

So to sum up it all up- this post is about a cat, a bite, a dog and a girl named Britney. What more can you ask for?

XO,
Fel

A sister's eulogy for Steve Jobs

Even as a feminist, my whole life I’d been waiting for a man to love, who could love me. For decades, I’d thought that man would be my father. When I was 25, I met that man and he was my brother.
Steve worked at what he loved. He worked really hard. Every day.
That’s incredibly simple, but true.
He was never embarrassed about working hard, even if the results were failures. If someone as smart as Steve wasn’t ashamed to admit trying, maybe I didn’t have to be.
Novelty was not Steve’s highest value. Beauty was.His philosophy of aesthetics reminds me of a quote that went something like this: “Fashion is what seems beautiful now but looks ugly later; art can be ugly at first but it becomes beautiful later.”
Steve always aspired to make beautiful later.
Steve was like a girl in the amount of time he spent talking about love. Love was his supreme virtue, his god of gods. He tracked and worried about the romantic lives of the people working with him.I remember when he phoned the day he met Laurene. “There’s this beautiful woman and she’s really smart and she has this dog and I’m going to marry her.”His abiding love for Laurene sustained him. He believed that love happened all the time, everywhere. In that most important way, Steve was never ironic, never cynical, never pessimistic. I try to learn from that, still.Steve cultivated whimsy. What other C.E.O. knows the history of English and Chinese tea roses and has a favorite David Austin rose?This had to be done. Even now, he had a stern, still handsome profile, the profile of an absolutist, a romantic. His breath indicated an arduous journey, some steep path, altitude.
He seemed to be climbing.
Steve’s final words, hours earlier, were monosyllables, repeated three times.
Before embarking, he’d looked at his sister Patty, then for a long time at his children, then at his life’s partner, Laurene, and then over their shoulders past them.
Steve’s final words were:
OH WOW. OH WOW. OH WOW.

Read the whole touching eulogy here. 

Never heard silence this loud.

"Sit with me

Come and play

I need you

So near.

Stay awhile

For a day

Maybe two,

Have no fear.

What I am, is not all good, is not all bad,

it's okay.

Time has come

Wish we could get it back

It's too late.

And I miss you the most."

-West Grand Boulevard, Flights of fancy.