Paradis?

I wonder why i even bother living out this double life of mine. It's like one's busted so another has to take over in the mean time. You know it feels like one vital part of you goes crazy and your lose the picture and you need to search for this catalyst that might help you move on.


I know it's the "modern operation" here where i live, but everything seems and looks dead (pardon me for the strong vocabulary). I'm just trying to hold down to this neat thought that i'm going to get out of this place, sane i may say.


Laying the tiles of my life have not been easy, saying that i've fouled many a times is an understatement, but i try to keep it all in my little book of "dark times" and wonder where i was missing all those years.


I love staring at the white moon that looks like it's covered with scars (all those grayish shadows on it). It's perfection in imperfection.


{My sis and i made a pact to meet either in New York or San Francisco. I miss her.}


Current obsessions:

         Bhutan's royal wedding beats all the other royal ones:

Images courtesy of http://www.guardian.co.uk

Dries Van Noten never ceases to amaze with their spring 2012 collection:

Images courtesy of fabsugar

Melancholia:

Jillian

The earth plates are shifting

Instagram day. Let the pictures do the talking. 

Roasted pumpkin and chickpea salad

Fries with three sauces

Sketches of collars, bib necklaces

I love this song. 

Restless

Hello guys, another restless day at my grams. I think i live within semi-depressingly beautiful days. Yet, i've always wondered how much more tasteful i wanted my day to be. At the same time, it seems that i lead my day thinking about what it has to offer, rather than taking action.


So this is the funny thing about my country. It felt once familiar to me, but totally foreign now. I wonder if it's all play-acting in my funny little brain.


On another note, can i say how crazy i am about this Marilyn Monroe biopic? Great cast, great emotion.

Vision Tunnels

Hello guys, i'm new to blogger so please be patient while i update the look of my blog.


Nothing feels oddly deviated or different from other days. A caramel ice blended in one hand and a book in another, time feels constipated here.


As soon as i sit, i can't help but bring the drink to my lips, flipping the pages of my book constantly with the tip of my fingers. My Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)'s kicking in top motion - arranging my pen, organizer, handphone, iPod and moleskin on the table. My malfunctioning brain simultaneously telling me that "I'm giddy with anxieties". Now, can my day get any better than this?


Not that I'm not capable of suppressing these anxieties, just that i make different decisions about this condition on different days. Guess, today's not the day after all. 


Jillian