enter frame

I love frames of all shapes and sizes so i'm vexed we don't have much around the house. A mix of art, photos and posters would be rad. It is not completely my house afterall, so i'll keep it down. But when the time comes and i'm left with a space to call my own, you bet i'll cop these ingenious ideas. How swell are these anyway?

(via automatism)

squeezed for time

Errands day today, will be running around. See you on the morrow. Just a question though, has everyone slowed down on blogging? Haven't seen much updates lately from you guys. Throw in something interesting so i'll be inspired to do the same, instead of lying around in bed with a throbbing headache. Better days ahead, i pray. <3

the smell of you lingers.

A different world awaits me. But first, to learn and live life by myself.

a morbid recollection

My resolutions for 2010 is still work-in-progress. Oddly enough this time, i am critical and unrelenting. Looking at my posts these couple of weeks, i seem to haven't said much about the goings-on in my life except to drop a few daily inspirations. My guess did not take me very far, so a closer inspection revealed that the only plausible explanation would be that reservations have grown with age. And that my friends, is occurring rather rapidly. It is going to sound fairly depressing but months now feel like years and i'm weighed down by many worldly ideals that pair with being an adult. To further severe my case, i am a middle class kid who was granted the misfortune of having to be born into an expensive city. There is also no need to remind you that i am at the edge of the adolescent bluff. I'm 21 and even that is almost over.

So as my hunt for inspiration steadily came to a halting failure late yesterday, i logged into my old friendster account out of desperation. Have you seen it? Reckon it got bought over by another company and given a face lift. Not too shabby. It's not like i was sure why i did it but for whatever the reason is, it proved to be more than what i had originally bargained for. Trying to retrieve my first 100 comments was no use, i should've known that you can never trust sites like this with your priceless treasures i.e first 'testimonial' from your boyfriend which would've been whimsical to discover. Anyway, they're very capable of screwing everything up beyond repair, hence the makeover and new operation. (Note to self- watch out for Face Book)

Consolation was that i found my old blog. They've restored it with a tacky layout but otherwise, nothing's changed. The ghost of that blog beckons me to wander into the mind of 18 year old Maria, angsty and crazy in love, i did that for a good 3 hours. Well, it doesn't look like i've grown out much from my morbid disposition but i'm not worrying about that yet.

Younger Maria was detailed, she wasn't half as a caught up with the real world as i, obviously, so it afforded her time to think deep into pertinent details like her love and emotions or something that made her terribly upset that day. She was so sensitive and wouldn't allow anything that moved her get away without some kind of reaction. She was more delicate and indulged in her love for poetry and her craft but little did she know that soon after dwelling deep into art and injuring a knee, she'd develop an obsession for politics and culture shifts. I'd say those were the responsible factors that popped me out of my shell and here i am today, exiled from the innocent paradise that once existed in my head 3 years ago.

These days i corrupt myself with speeches from Malcolm X and Dada artworks while adversely channeling healthier inspirations and the things i love to do as a normal, functioning woman of the society into this blog to save my life and mind. While some remnants of younger Maria remained, many have changed forever. That is so to prepare for the real world that now welcomes me.

Going back to constructing my resolutions. Bet you didn't realise, i'm back at my ugly habit again and that's staying up into the small hours! Well anyway, Happy Friday! Weekend's here!

cooking to heal

sour cream pasta + shitake mushrooms + chicken.

When life gives you pasta, cook it.

rough

Funked and disoriented so i'll be right back. See you honeys on the morrow! ♥

home is sweet and so was the weekend

Just got home from a surreal domestic holiday weekend. It's now time to catch up with the real world and some sleep.

happy weekend!

I am a mess right now. My weekend is jammed pack! Jammed packed the good way, thankfully. Who's going to Zoukout? I'm giving it a miss this year (yet again). It's Sam's last day in Singapore and she wants to take the party elsewhere. So have fun guys! For the rest of us not partying, what are you guys up to? I'm looking forward to an immense catch up with my boyfriend since we've not seen each other for close to a week now and it's starting to hurt a little. Wouldn't it be nice to even do a little dance with him? In case you didn't know, he's actually a brilliant dancer and he loves it. Only shy. ;)

Have a dance-y weekend!

the bests

Another awesome sleepover. Any day can be kick-ass if you have great friends. By that i mean, the ones who'll stay with you on the bumpiest rides.

Happy Friday! The weekend is here! xx

WAR IS OVER! (IF YOU WANT IT)

Print & display in your window, school, workplace, car & elsewhere over the holiday season, and send as postcards to your friends.

If you don't see your language here, then send us your translation of
WAR IS OVER!
IF YOU WANT IT
Happy Christmas from John & Yoko
so we can make a poster for your language.

The enchanting Yoko Ono calls for a peaceful protest every Christmas and i'm in this year. For some time now, i've been on a hunt for budget-friendly gifts and ideas this Christmas but nothing quite does it like this nostalgic print.

This is in Bahasa Indonesia. Is it any different in malay?

Dear John & Yoko,
Your love will pave the way for peace in the world, someday. Thank you for believing. Imagine peace.