Archive for the ‘day to day’ Category

My hobbies include

March 31, 2009

Keep painting, and painting…and painting

Fatigue from too much still life. No better way to get acquainted with the medium, I guess.


Collars, collars – take your pick.


I like the sailor style best.


The benefits of being friends with bibliophiles.


Bedside. A select frame. Kitty cat clasp purse made of kimono fabric, a gift from Japan, containing my good luck charms | Crabtree & Evelyn Le Source hand cream | Body Shop Deep Sleep essential oil for dabbing on pillow | A Round-heeled woman by Jane Juska, Ruling Your World by Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche, The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger | in the background is an acrylic tissue dispenser from Muji

A Dog’s Life.

life gets mundane every now and then

March 22, 2009


Getting started with the acrylic

pops of colour. Acrylic is much faster drying than oil and leaves little time for touching up


Bring on the bling


Guerlain Meteorites transplanted to an Ikea glass jar


It’s raining, it’s pouring

The need to be expressively creative

March 10, 2009

I’m so very pleased with my sewing accomplishments. Have completed 2 (proper & orthodox) skirts, so far, in class, the second of which nearly killed my eyes, being a linen herringbone, making the weave very tough to work with for a beginner like myself. My ignorance of fabric really did me in when I had to stitch up the whole hem by hand. *emerge cross-eyed*. Today I signed up with a friend for acrylic painting classes which begin later this week. Can’t wait!!

Stuff!!

March 6, 2009

the blink of an eye

January 30, 2009

January’s flown right by!

Trigger Happy

January 10, 2009

Vanity

December 5, 2008

Around the dressing table.

Carried away

November 30, 2008

I really am meant to be revising, focussed and efficient about it seeing as I don’t have much time left and two (more) exams coming up. Then. The printer cartridge ran out. Perfect timing. Exams are open book and for sure I need all this material manifest into hard-copies.

I head out to the shops nearby to get a new cartridge and end up (1) getting an express manicure for $17, Take Me to The Taj On Time! (2) peeking into the craft shop filled to the brim with lovely crafty rubber stamps, ink pads, stencils, scented candles, the works. and bought one stamp and one black ink-pad. I only have a long multi-coloured one from my teenage years, which still works today! Good stuff. (3) 2 highlighters and a fantastic Uni Ball Jetstream sport in blue 1.0 {I am very well versed in stationery and confess to be a over-compulsive pen buyer} (4) a blank ink cartridge for the printer.

I blame this compulsive purchasing on too long a time spent in reclusive revision.

Love love love walking into a shop to find that its being manned by its owner who had stocked it with love and knows every item in there :)

I went shopping!

November 22, 2008

Kinokuniya was having a 20% storewide sale. I love these so much. When I walk into a bookshop or library, I feel happy. True to my nerd DNA. I had a few titles on my want-to-read list. The World According to Garp was from Borders with a 30% discount coupon I printed out. I’ve started on Hons and Rebels already and the first chapter had me laughing ot loud a few times already. Can’t wait to see how it unfolds, however, gonna read it precious chapter by precious chapter at a time. A gem of a book calls for rationing.

My highlighters started to run out as I was revising. I have this strict colour code for case names (orange), references to statutes (blue), fundamental points (pink) and notes (yellow).

True to my new found love for clutch bags, I just added to the modest collection a stunning runched bronze coloured one for a great price. It came with a really awful zipper charm. I saw to that immediately with my round-nose pliers.

Sound

November 19, 2008

Rustling leaves and the first raindrops on a zinc roof

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The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it. – Kahlil Gibran