P-P-P-Paisley

Paisley- A distinctive intricate pattern of curved, feather-shaped figures based on a pine-cone design from India. Named after the town Paisley, Scotland, the original place of manufacture.

Definitely my favourite print at the moment. I don't really know how to describe why I like it, but on the plus side, at least it doesn't look like a plant cell under a microscope, which is a reason why I dislike many prints.

Sadly I do not own any clothing whatsoever with the print. Besides my mom's multi-coloured hand towels that I didn't even know were paisley until I looked carefully.

(I am currently looking for pictures of paisley clothing to put in this post, but honestly everything i'm finding looks like shit. The more I look at it, the more it looks like cells. Oh no.)

I realised that paisley, like almost any other print, only looks nice when the colours are the right combinations.

This is actually so beautiful. The colours are so pretty together and plus, it's off-shoulder. I cannot resist off-shoulder, oh my goodness, it is my weakness.

All photos credit to: asos

I feel like this last one might feel a bit like wearing a carpet, but overall, I think that paisley is quite a stunning, beautiful print to wear.

P-P-P-PAISLEY!!!

If anyone sees this post and is then compelled to buy something paisley, tell me.

Or if you do buy something paisley after seeing this post, tell me as well.

PEACE, all you lonely cat women. (aka myself)

Just A Second

Today has not been a particularly good day. Long story short, a friend of mine contemplated suicide at the top of our school building.

No, she did not jump, thankfully. It wasn't much of a surprise to me, since I've known for a while that she has family problems and whatnot. It was a bit of a shock still, of course.
Lots of people had different opinions about this. Some thought it was a cry for attention, but with a real problem behind it, some people were worried sick. To be honest I was quite neutral throughout this. As I am in a lot of situations.

This got me thinking a lot about myself, because of how I reacted to this situation. I didn't really feel anything special, and I just listened to what other people said and accepted and processed it. Neutral, yet again. I hardly ever take sides unless I am absolutely sure of something, but then again sometimes I can be quite stubborn.

I was thinking about this, and I was wondering if it was a bad thing, that things didn't really bother me. So I talked to my mom about it, and she said that I was like her in this way, and that it's a good thing. And it is actually a good thing. Bad things happen, and when they happen, they are just things. They happen, you deal with it, and you move on. I have a big problem with grades (not the typical Asian thing where people cry over B's, no, this is actually failing), and this is a continuous problem obviously, and sometimes I beat myself up about it, but I talk to someone about it, let it out, pray, and I'm okay again. And that's actually a really good thing, I have come to realise. It comes and goes, and every time I vow to study more and get better grades, but it never really happens, which is a bad thing. But I do try to a certain extent.

I've always been a happy kid, nothing really upsets me unless it's something really big, I do sometimes get angry easily though, but sometimes I don't show it. Not really sure if that's a good thing or not.

But at the end of the day, I'm happy. I know that she's going to be okay, even though her problem may not be entirely resolved, I pray that God will help her.

And another thing.

Today my boyfriend sent me a photo that said "Bombing in Boston- All God's plan", or something like that. And it actually does confuse me. I believe that everything happens for a reason and I believe that God has everything planned. "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and hope."- Jer 29:11. So why do bad things happen? Why do bombings happen, shootings, cancer, HIV. I don't understand. If the Lord has plans not for evil, why do evil things happen?

That's all for today. It is exam period and I have not studied in three days. Welcome to my world. (zero motivation thank you very much)

The Days Without You Are The Longest

The days without you are the longest
I sit at home
Drink tea and silently wonder
For what seems like an hour, is only five minutes

The days without you are the longest
My mind leaping
I dream of blue skies and green fields
Dreams that I delicately form, shattered by reality

The days without you are the longest
Tired eyes blink
Sleepless nights on a bed of sheets
I turn and look for comfort, but am walled with nothingness

The days without you are the longest
A weary sigh
I wait patiently and longingly
Two days, a week, a month, a year, when does this waiting end?

The days without you are the longest
I open my eyes
And you're finally home

SMOKE AND FRESH AIR

Cardigan- F21//Shirt- H&M//Shirt- Lowrys Farm//Shoes- Dr Martens

As you can tell, my editing skills are not top. I tried!

Hong Kong's weather is quite bipolar. The mornings are cold, then in the afternoon it gets too warm.

So, my outfit today suited all weather. 

Thin cardigan just in case I get cold, and the long socks to keep me warm.

But in case it gets too hot, I can roll my socks down.

Brilliant, no?

Well there you have it.

Credits to Ankie for helping me take photos!

Lead Me To You

                   I trust you, and I’m going to believe you. But don’t just fuck it up. Trust takes time and effort to build. Maybe it’s good that I don’t hold grudges and I forgive easily, but at the same time it’s not. It gives people the idea that they can do whatever they want and they will have my forgiveness in the end. And however true that may be, sometimes I wish I didn’t forgive so easily. I assure you that I am an overall happy person, but I think I have enough on my plate, and I don’t need more problems in my life. Most of the time it isn’t a burden, but once in a while, that’s just what it becomes. I do miss being single sometimes, because it’s just, easier.

                  I’m going through a spiritual breakdown, and I need a revival, so bad. I am dying spiritually. I think to myself every day, what right do I have to call myself a Christian? I do not portray the characteristics of a Christian, I am but a lost soul. I am drowning, but not in God. I am searching, but I do not find. I have lost all motivation to go to church, to read the bible, to pray, to praise God. I read the bible for the sake of reading it. I pray in hope that God will start a revival in me. I am lost. I don’t know how to bring myself closer to God. I am dry! So, Lord I pray for a revival in me. I know what is right, and what is wrong, and yet I still venture towards wrong. I cannot resist the wrong, and the right does not attract me. While typing this, the only image in my head, is being showered with God’s love. I am confused and I am lost. God, our great and forgiving God, is amazing and loving. What right do I have to question? The bible tells me that the evil will be tortured and hurt, and be ignored by God, but in the end, they see the light, and God has forgiven them. I know there is evil in me, but God has neither tortured nor hurt me, and I don’t think that he has ignored me either. The Lord has granted me mercy and has spared me. He has given me countless chances, and even though I fail him each and every time, I tell him, and myself, that each time I am growing stronger, and when the day comes that I am no longer weak, will I rise up and say, I AM STRONG! Revive me, Lord. Light the candle that keeps going out, and may it burn forever, into eternity.

Hard Gold

As you can tell, I got new shoes, because my old ones were, kind of, well, worn out.

I'm not throwing them away yet! They are way too comfortable and we've built a relationship over the years you know, they're precious. (mostly just comfy)

With that said, my new shoes look bigger because they are bigger.

Depending on the shoe, I can wear a size 39-41.

My new shoes are size 40.5, which is slightly big for me..

But who cares, they're lovely, and gold.

This Time I'll Be Bulletproof

Studs- F21//Cuff and Cross- Topshop

Notebooks- Typo//Sunglasses- Rubi

Left- Sephora//Right- Topshop

Valentine's gifts!

(from left to right) Hard Candy, Teddy Bear Candle, Poo Bath Bomb, Cat Tape, Lavender Diffuser, Edible Rose

Poop Bath Bomb- how wonderful. I don't even have a bath. :(

Passion Fruit Hard Candy- actually yummy

Just a collection of new things.

Stuff from Singapore and Valentine's Day presents!