The Path To Seam-Stress Status

finally, after 5 lessons of learning dressmaking.


I AM A SEAMSTRESS!


as in seam-stress. stressing over seams.


well, the material for my skirt is actually quite delicate. as in if someone were to rip it off with brute force (heaven forbid), it'll come off before you could mouth the first letter of any protest or even a simple "ah!"


ok, so it isnt the material but my so-called tailoring skills. or perhaps the fact that i've machined, unpicked, machined and unpicked the seams that made it so... tearable (not that i've actually tried tearing).


and although the product isnt exactly tailored quality as its meant to be, the whole process is actually quite rewarding. i've learned the virtue of self-control cos slamming and cursing at the sewing machine wun do much good. and oh yes, the wonders of a stitch unpicker! i seriously doubt i would be still sane if not for it, considering the number of times i had to redo everything.


so there, my first piece of tearable wearable skirt. far from perfect, but still wearable.

next up : wrap skirt.


// a bit ironical, for someone who dun often wear skirts, i need to make not 1, but 2 of it!

The Final Goodbye

Sooner Than Expected

oh my, seems that i wun be able to 'devour' his other books after all.


unless i develope an unhumanly reading speed overnight to finish 19 600 odd paged novels within a month.


not quite possible.


on a separate note, thanks to a fren for sending this song to me. actually prefer this to jacky cheung's version. recently, im into OLD canto songs with the likes of sam hui, alan tam and george lam for reasons unknown. maybe its age. but this song he sent definitely reveals his age, not mine. hah.

Updates

random updates :

currently devouring dean koontz's the face. yes, good books are meant to be devoured, not read. im hoping i get to finish his other books before i eventually leave.

yes, yes, bangkok next week! wee~ shopping! im kinda like doing up a shopping list, which probably wun do any good since i'll just buy watever that comes my way. hah. but a few must buys - tailored suits, nice cheap fabrics, dressing screen, haversack, and yes wei wei, durian chips -_-ll

been watching d. gray-man on tv and youtube recently. didnt realise wat an effect this anime had on me. i was gg omg-omg-omg-omg-omg in the episode where Daisya encountered Tyki and was eventually killed. OH MY GOD! as strange as this might sound, the emotions it triggered were much more apparent than all dramas i've watched thus far. hmm.. this is pretty weird.

my orthodontist probably thinks im mad by now. besides asking (jokingly of cos) if i could keep the mould of my teeth as souvenir, i let out an uncontrollable giggle while he was taking pictures of my teeth. it was beyond embarrassing i tell you. but as i said, it wasnt in my willpower to suppress the urge to laugh. it was just too funny, seeing the reflection of myself on the lens with my mouth pried open to uncanny proportions. hahaha! but i guess i shd really be more concerned abt my first tooth extraction which will probably take place 2 weeks later. (that's only if i garner enough courage to make an appointment) okay, okkkayy, stop being such a chickenshit already.

Paranoia

PARANOID.

that should really be my middle name.

well, frens who noe me should agree cos i can get quite paranoid at times. save the numerous episodes of doubting and misunderstanding, construing sudden interests as hidden agendas, saturday's incident has got to be the most ridiculous by far.

i was at amk cc for my weekly dressmaking class. my first project is a skirt and its beginning to look like one now. hah. shall blog more abt this when i've completed it. anyway, wat happened was i was the first few who reached, and went to the ladies which was down the corridor in a secluded corner. most of the other classrooms were still empty and as it was 7ish then, the whole level looked abit ominous with the lights still off.

no one was inside the toilet when i entered and while i was inside the cubicle, i heard the door open. now the strange thing was, no one walked past to get to the last cubicle next to mine. nor did i hear the tap running. all i heard was this clicking sound gg rhythmically as if someone is playing with a pen while waiting for something or someone. and the disturbing thing was that i heard no such noise before i heard the door open.

i stood frozen and the first thing that came to mind was that SOMEONE could actually be out there waiting to mug his next unsuspecting victim i.e yours truly. and because im such a paranoid, thank you very much, i was able to foresaw his deceit of knocking out his victims before transporting them in a stolen car to a deserted factory to disembowel them and finally decapitating their heads off as trophies, but not without the signature psychopatic laughter and a thundering storm as backdrop.

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i noe i noe, very tvb drama. i've been watching far too much of it lah. but at that very moment, i truly believed that someone was actually out there waiting to pounce on me. there wasnt much i could do without my phone with me, so i remained where i was amid the sweltering heat. my best bet was to wait for someone to walk in or that the mugger will get tired of the wait and leave. but after 5 mins, the heat was getting to me and i tot wat the heck. besides, dying from hyperthermia isnt exactly glam.

so i stepped out and..... nothing.

not even a cockroach was seen. but the door was opened alright. probably the cleaner came in to keep the door open with the door stopper and turned on the fan as well, which explains the clicking sound i heard.

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still couldnt believe wat a big bozo i was. told my mum all abt it and she laughed her head off. well, guess i can nv be a police detective.