Can anything describe how just mind-blowingly terrific these jackets & pants look?!
I know... I know... My elder sis has been telling me how awful my fashion sense is. But tell me how can you look at a planet & stars design & polka dots & NOT say it's the cutest thing ever???

Need. These. In. Closet. Now!

From Here

My brain is an empty space.
Life tells me to go left, & all I wanna do is walk straight on into concrete oblivion at the other end.

Let me tell you a bit about my secret life.
I'm terrified of recieving messages on my handphone. Especially from people whom I know are going to ask me to do something.
So I wait ... I wait wait wait for my courage to build up, in a process that takes several long agonizing days, before I somehow summon up the guts to do a mass suicidal replying of all messages & email requests that have been building up in a moment of sheer bravery & folly.

Following that, I will recieve the inevitable swarm of replies about this & that & whatnot & whatis. This is totally stupid on my part but is a habit that I cannot get rid of just yet.
Sometimes I think that humans haunt me more than ghosts.

Anyway, I've finally got to designing the T-shirt for the Assembly family day. Yay!

Also, I've finished crafting my first rain doll! Hurrah!


Lydia's being very productive today, eh?
No.... No.... Noooo..... The amount of work that sits smiling like a fat smug caterpillar on my floor is driving me into a state of procastination. Something I do not need right now.

My aunt's teapot. It's been with her since the 70s & I still remember her serving water from it when I was a toddler with her mismatched teacups. I'm tearing from its sheer loveliness.

I fell in love with this retro porcelain & rooster motif bowl set. They use it to serve ice-cream in an art cafe called Orange Thimble.

I love the mosaic & colours in this old Toa Payoh dragon playground. So bold, so honest and so very enduring.

What happened to these kind of designs? Why have they disappeared to be replaced by the glossy bland Helvetica conceit we have now? Singaporean designs had so much more soul 20, 30 years ago. Gaudiness should be celebrated! Patterns should be revered! Colours other than black, white & grey should be vehemently used with unabashed zeal! Yes, this calls for a revolution my friends! Although I'm sure I'm only talking to myself.

I'm going to go drink some tea & cool down my overheated head.

I've not been sleeping so well this semester mainly because the design briefs I'm getting are as open as the openess thing that ever did opened... An American society? Everything is so vague & arbitary that you start to research on anything & everything & sooner or later you end up on the weird side of the internet reading things from jumping ghosts to the drain canals in Singapore.

Oh ho ho! A designer complaining that a brief is too open? Unheard of!
Well, now I'm reduced to conjuring out the end product & then thinking of what it means (BS level + 9000) *oh what? My diagram looks like a vulgur sign?? Erm... that's because the idea of vulgarity comes from the word 'crude' which is like crude oil, & crude oil comes from fossils that represents the lost memories of gaia and gaia is a sphere & spheres are beautiful, so vulgarity is beautiful *

Sheepish laugh & dies.

What is more awe-inspiring & romantic than the playground, back when we were children. Back when we still believed that a tree could be a castle & the sand, an ocean.

In a city without humans the furniture sleeps. Dreaming dreams of wood & rust.

I rarely smiled when I was young.
Most of my toddler photographs are characterized by the same bewildered & slightly dumb look staring at some far-off wherever. A morose & vague girl lost in her own world.

Why the sudden spate of childhood nostalgia?
Well, I can't seem to move on in life.
I think I'm a person who is stuck in the past - trapped in my own little planet of ghosts & stardust. I pop my head out into the real world for just a tiny while & realised that it has marched on without me so I curl back into my wonderland & slowly waste away. This is the disease that I've had since young, I think.

We grow up in the city, we think like the city, we weep like the city - casualpoet

lydia w
18.4.89
An invisible person.



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