While I attempt to somehow whack my phone out of its concussion, I shall blog about the bedsheet couture show the Raffles Design Institute (RDI) students are putting up on Sunday at Centrepoint (: The show's kindof similar to last year's concept, but the designs this year are absolutely fantabulous! ($900 CK bedspreads tailored as a suit, anyone?)

Went down with Bobo Xinwei and Cheryl to watch the fittings at RDI today. One picture (because I don't think it'll be nice to show off all the amazing designs even before the event so), sneak preview!



That and the amazing pseudo-reality of being in a room filled with tall gorgeous models (: That lead to funny conversations like...

B: Xinwei, you're so lucky you're tall!
X: But that's only half the package, still need to be pretty!
R: Better than me, I have neither!
X: Wait less than half, need to have a good figure...
B: Then maybe we should all starve ourselves...

All: !!!

C: What? Then we'll become skin and bones!
X: Yeah, we'll just become fatless asian skeletons...

So yes, the designing room is filled with muchmuch fun amidst the crazy pressuring project runway-esque environment :D Okay I shall stop raving about the couture line and attempt to do work so yes (: Happy happy rave.

Labels: Events, Runway

"Give me an ear, and I shall sing to it the songs of that forsaken assembly. Give me an eye, and I shall walk till the ends of the earth with it in my palm. Give me a heart, and I shall do nothing but leave it."

"But I don't think you want my heart, sir. It is too torn, too tattered for your disposal. Even if it shall be broken, it will be nothing less than it already is."

"I will heal it."

"But how so, sir?"

"Take heart, my son. It will be left alone, till the tides slam through its valves and sand fills its arteries . It will be left alone, till it breathes no more. And when all sense of motion goes undetected - yes, all sense of emotion - unheard, unseen, unfeeling.

It is then, that you will heal. You will hear the stars, you will see the voices of freedom beckoning you to join them. And you will follow them, will you?

Will you?"

Thinking, too much again, perhaps. Should this be thought-provoking in any sense, I guess I've fulfilled my purpose. This aside, adding a nice OTH quote (and on a lighter note to end this entry off):

"Every once in a while people step up, they rise above themselves. Sometimes they surprise you, and sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes, it can push pretty hard, but if you look close enough you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you're lucky, and if you're the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back."

Labels: Compositions, Ramblings, Thoughts

I wish I knew the answers to the wind and the seas, I wish I knew the answers to the logics of love. Sad truth is, there isn't one. I'm not sure if its just some sort of emotional lacuna or the like. I wish I could say how stupid I am for not treasuring what I have infront of me, that it hurts, that there's an overwhelming sense of melancholy in my heart. Then again, I don't know if its fear or old-fashioned cowardice, but tonight, I simply can't feel. I know one thing though. I know that the answers are out there, on the shore, even.

I'm just not finding out why this confusion is consuming my very thoughts. Or even why I'm letting it do as it chooses.

Maybe it's just one day. Maybe things'll clear up to a bright, better tomorrow.

Then again, one can only hope.

All hail the abstract concepts of love we truly, truly can't figure out.

Labels: Thoughts