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She's giving away handmade Victorian/steampunk jewellery from her store, click here to see how.
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Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
The process of letting go
I read a blog post today, which was actually a reply to one of my blog posts previously, written about a week or two ago.
When I first read it at campus, during an assignment meeting, I don't know why but I just started crying. It took a trip to the nearest bathroom and almost shattering my right hand to stop crying. When I got back, I had that urge to type out a long, accusatory comment on the blog post, but then I stopped myself.
I took to Facebook, and noticed that his forever-there name wasn't on my chatbox list, neither was it on my friend list. For the next hour, we exchanged text messages, and surprisingly enough, I found myself getting less and less affected by the minute.
The blog reply was hurtful, but in a way, I was affected and I also somewhat brushed it off. Makes sense? Nope. I dunno how to explain that feeling, but in a way I felt kinda free.
Deep inside, I still miss the good moments we shared. Sometimes it feels like I miss him, but taking a step back and looking at the big picture, all I missed were the moments we shared, not the person. I still don't know why I cried - I just hope it was because it was true that I was an idiot.
Here's the theory that's been at play: if you change your Facebook status, you're serious about it. For example, if you set your relationship status from "in a relationship" to "single", you actually mean it that you want to be single. I find this absurd.
So, if some of my friends don't have Facebook accounts, and they're not on my friends list, does it mean that they're not my friends? Refer back to theory, and add in logic. This theory is completely invalid.
In the end, we were both wrong and right - we both had faults, and we also rightfully pointed them out to each other. What happened in the past, should stay in the past. I will still take my friend's advice, though: keep all the memories - good and bad - so that I will constantly be reminded about how I got where I am today.
I'll consider this relationship a beautiful part of my life, and also an important lesson in life. So here's the message I wanna send to everyone who are reading this, would read this, or has the slightest potential to read this:
When I first read it at campus, during an assignment meeting, I don't know why but I just started crying. It took a trip to the nearest bathroom and almost shattering my right hand to stop crying. When I got back, I had that urge to type out a long, accusatory comment on the blog post, but then I stopped myself.
I took to Facebook, and noticed that his forever-there name wasn't on my chatbox list, neither was it on my friend list. For the next hour, we exchanged text messages, and surprisingly enough, I found myself getting less and less affected by the minute.
The blog reply was hurtful, but in a way, I was affected and I also somewhat brushed it off. Makes sense? Nope. I dunno how to explain that feeling, but in a way I felt kinda free.
Deep inside, I still miss the good moments we shared. Sometimes it feels like I miss him, but taking a step back and looking at the big picture, all I missed were the moments we shared, not the person. I still don't know why I cried - I just hope it was because it was true that I was an idiot.
Here's the theory that's been at play: if you change your Facebook status, you're serious about it. For example, if you set your relationship status from "in a relationship" to "single", you actually mean it that you want to be single. I find this absurd.
So, if some of my friends don't have Facebook accounts, and they're not on my friends list, does it mean that they're not my friends? Refer back to theory, and add in logic. This theory is completely invalid.
In the end, we were both wrong and right - we both had faults, and we also rightfully pointed them out to each other. What happened in the past, should stay in the past. I will still take my friend's advice, though: keep all the memories - good and bad - so that I will constantly be reminded about how I got where I am today.
I'll consider this relationship a beautiful part of my life, and also an important lesson in life. So here's the message I wanna send to everyone who are reading this, would read this, or has the slightest potential to read this:
Facebook is just a social platform that helps in connecting with people - it should not define any of your relationships. Take note of a change in status, but don't take it to heart and talk it out with your partner before jumping to conclusions.
Pointing fingers and accusing each other doesn't help the relationship in the end. Sure, layout all the puzzle pieces, but in a way that both of you can talk in a positive manner. Blasting at each other back and forth will only lead to more pain and suffering.
In the event that you really don't work out - cry, by all means, but the next day you're gonna have to wipe your tears dry, and move on in life. Keep the memories, never forget anything, but let go of that love, because what's gone is gone.
I got this advice from his mum: if something or someone is to be yours, even if you let go, they will come back to you. So don't stress too much - life is much more than just lovers: you have friends, family, many wonderful strangers to meet, many adventures to explore.
I hereby wish everyone in the world a happy and wonderful life, filled with wonderful people and beautiful moments~
Friday, October 5, 2012
New piercing + chronology
Ever since I started secondary school, I've been pretty much interested in body modification, namely piercings and tattoos, which was why Miami Ink was my favorite reality TV show. Almost my entire family has a rather dim view of my interest, because as usual, society usually relates body modification to negative things like being a criminal or whatnot.
In this post, I'll be talking about my piercings only, since I have enough of them, and just got a new one. I only have one tattoo, so maybe I'll blog about it when I get my second one. =)
I first pierced my ears during my first year of secondary school, in 2005, at Goldheart Mid Valley that charged extremely overpriced piercing services. The typical market price for ear piercings (gun only) in K.L. is about RM12 (approx. USD4) for a pair, inclusive of the studs (the inappropriate ones with the butterfly back) which are made of surgical steel.
My first pair of piercings cost RM75, which is more than 10 times the typical market price, and the quality as well as the jewellery were the same. Only the right piercing remained, the left one didn't heal and kept bleeding and whatnot so I let it close.
For the next few years, I got my piercings basically from the same place, which is Top One Silver at Endah Parade, somewhere near where I live. Each time I got a pair, which was about once a year, until I reached my second helix piercing, which I got one at a time. My left helix piercing closed up, also due to it not healing properly.
During my last year of secondary school (2010), I got a conch piercing on my left ear at Berjaya Times Square for RM15 (if I remember correctly), and started stretching my left lobe piercing.
I stretched my piercing using the retainer method - after a warm bath, while the flesh is still elastic from the heat of the bath, insert more than one retainer into the piercing. The first few were painful, the rest of the procedure was practically a breeze.
I had allowed my stretched piercing to shrink (no jewellery) in 2011, but restretched it using the same method in 2012.
And as of October 2012, I have a belly piercing. Not something my family will be proud about, but then again it is my body, and I'm not mutilating it to the point where I can insert a Coke can into my stretched piercing.
My target ever since I got my piercings were to get nine of them, because Uruha of the GazettE has nine piercings. Then I stretched one of the piercings for Ruki of the same band. I did consider a lip piercing for Aoi, but then it would be too "controversial" in the country that I live in. That's the same reason why I ditched my plan for yakuza-style tattoos.
As of October 3rd, 2012, I have 5 piercings on the right ear (3 lobe, 2 helix), and 3 on the left ear (1 conch, 1 stretch and 1 lobe), and a belly piercing. By adding the belly piercing, I shall have nine in total, albeit not all on the ears, but hey, it's better than getting a lip or brow piercing (which my mum strongly objects of).
Vivian and I went to Dragonfly Tattoo, Mid Valley for our piercing. We chose the location because one of our friend's got hers there, and it seemed safer and more professional. Dragonfly had always been a fascination to me, ever since I first saw it in the mall.
We were greeted by a lady with three stretched piercings on one ear, and we were told that the piercing package is RM135/=, which covers the piercing service, the piercing stud, plus an extra stud, both which are curved barbells - one chrome, one colored (I chose pink, Viv chose purple).
Our piercer was a beefy bloke, and Viv went first. Where piercings are concerned, I love the results of having a new piece of jewellery. When it comes to the actual process, I'm worse than a kid in line for an injection. I'm a masochistic person, but only for the pain I inflict on myself, not pain that I can't control.
After Viv, I was up. I went to the back room, where the tattoos and piercings are done. The stud that was going to be my first piece of belly jewellery was disinfected, and all the equipment used on Viv were replaced with new ones.
My belly button was cleaned and disinfected, and scaled lines were drawn with a fuchsia Sharpie to position the piercing. I was expecting some sort of anesthetic, like the kind the staff sprays on your ear before the pierce it. None.
While my belly was being prepped, I was interrogated about my tattoo. I was asked to lie down, and I was asked to confirm that the needle that would be used is brand new. A pair of special tongs clamped my belly button skin, and I freaked out.
I felt the needle, as well as the pain. From what I felt (I didn't dare to even let the process reach my peripheral vision), the needle was pushed up halfway, tilted slightly to align with the drawn lines, then pushed all the way through.
There must have been something like a removable shaft on the needle, because I felt something being pulled out, then a bit of fiddling around later, my piercing was done. The pain wasn't unbearable, but it was the kind that I would have flinched at, a lot.
For the rest of the day, moving around was a pain. We walked as if we shat in our pants, and almost every movement was pain. Our first meal after the piercing, which was also our lunch of the day, was porridge with fried dough sticks.
Driving home was a torture for me - my jeans pushed up against my tummy, and that in turn pushed the barbell into an awkward angle, which, needless to say, caused pain. My first bath was alright, considering the fact that I washed VERY GENTLY around that area. I was even more gentle to that area than when I wash my new ear piercings.
It's the night of the second day of the piercing now, but everything is fine. There's less pain, but bending or stretching too much is still pain. My mum knows about it, but I try not to let her see it - she's stressed enough now as it is.
This is the end of my piercings post, and also my quest to get more piercings. Tattoos shall still be in my book of plans, though. =D
UPDATE
I just found out from Dragonfly Tattoo's blog that our piercing was done by Marcus.
In this post, I'll be talking about my piercings only, since I have enough of them, and just got a new one. I only have one tattoo, so maybe I'll blog about it when I get my second one. =)
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| My ear piercings, as of October 4th, 2012. Left: my right ear - 3 lobe, 2 helix. Right: my left ear - 1 stretched, 1 lobe, and a conch. |
I first pierced my ears during my first year of secondary school, in 2005, at Goldheart Mid Valley that charged extremely overpriced piercing services. The typical market price for ear piercings (gun only) in K.L. is about RM12 (approx. USD4) for a pair, inclusive of the studs (the inappropriate ones with the butterfly back) which are made of surgical steel.
My first pair of piercings cost RM75, which is more than 10 times the typical market price, and the quality as well as the jewellery were the same. Only the right piercing remained, the left one didn't heal and kept bleeding and whatnot so I let it close.
For the next few years, I got my piercings basically from the same place, which is Top One Silver at Endah Parade, somewhere near where I live. Each time I got a pair, which was about once a year, until I reached my second helix piercing, which I got one at a time. My left helix piercing closed up, also due to it not healing properly.
During my last year of secondary school (2010), I got a conch piercing on my left ear at Berjaya Times Square for RM15 (if I remember correctly), and started stretching my left lobe piercing.
I stretched my piercing using the retainer method - after a warm bath, while the flesh is still elastic from the heat of the bath, insert more than one retainer into the piercing. The first few were painful, the rest of the procedure was practically a breeze.
I had allowed my stretched piercing to shrink (no jewellery) in 2011, but restretched it using the same method in 2012.
And as of October 2012, I have a belly piercing. Not something my family will be proud about, but then again it is my body, and I'm not mutilating it to the point where I can insert a Coke can into my stretched piercing.
My target ever since I got my piercings were to get nine of them, because Uruha of the GazettE has nine piercings. Then I stretched one of the piercings for Ruki of the same band. I did consider a lip piercing for Aoi, but then it would be too "controversial" in the country that I live in. That's the same reason why I ditched my plan for yakuza-style tattoos.
As of October 3rd, 2012, I have 5 piercings on the right ear (3 lobe, 2 helix), and 3 on the left ear (1 conch, 1 stretch and 1 lobe), and a belly piercing. By adding the belly piercing, I shall have nine in total, albeit not all on the ears, but hey, it's better than getting a lip or brow piercing (which my mum strongly objects of).
Vivian and I went to Dragonfly Tattoo, Mid Valley for our piercing. We chose the location because one of our friend's got hers there, and it seemed safer and more professional. Dragonfly had always been a fascination to me, ever since I first saw it in the mall.
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| Pink curved barbell that came with the package. |
We were greeted by a lady with three stretched piercings on one ear, and we were told that the piercing package is RM135/=, which covers the piercing service, the piercing stud, plus an extra stud, both which are curved barbells - one chrome, one colored (I chose pink, Viv chose purple).
Our piercer was a beefy bloke, and Viv went first. Where piercings are concerned, I love the results of having a new piece of jewellery. When it comes to the actual process, I'm worse than a kid in line for an injection. I'm a masochistic person, but only for the pain I inflict on myself, not pain that I can't control.
After Viv, I was up. I went to the back room, where the tattoos and piercings are done. The stud that was going to be my first piece of belly jewellery was disinfected, and all the equipment used on Viv were replaced with new ones.
My belly button was cleaned and disinfected, and scaled lines were drawn with a fuchsia Sharpie to position the piercing. I was expecting some sort of anesthetic, like the kind the staff sprays on your ear before the pierce it. None.
While my belly was being prepped, I was interrogated about my tattoo. I was asked to lie down, and I was asked to confirm that the needle that would be used is brand new. A pair of special tongs clamped my belly button skin, and I freaked out.
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| Photo credit: Vivian @ Instagram |
I felt the needle, as well as the pain. From what I felt (I didn't dare to even let the process reach my peripheral vision), the needle was pushed up halfway, tilted slightly to align with the drawn lines, then pushed all the way through.
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| Taken the moment I got home. My new accessory. =D |
There must have been something like a removable shaft on the needle, because I felt something being pulled out, then a bit of fiddling around later, my piercing was done. The pain wasn't unbearable, but it was the kind that I would have flinched at, a lot.
For the rest of the day, moving around was a pain. We walked as if we shat in our pants, and almost every movement was pain. Our first meal after the piercing, which was also our lunch of the day, was porridge with fried dough sticks.
Driving home was a torture for me - my jeans pushed up against my tummy, and that in turn pushed the barbell into an awkward angle, which, needless to say, caused pain. My first bath was alright, considering the fact that I washed VERY GENTLY around that area. I was even more gentle to that area than when I wash my new ear piercings.
It's the night of the second day of the piercing now, but everything is fine. There's less pain, but bending or stretching too much is still pain. My mum knows about it, but I try not to let her see it - she's stressed enough now as it is.
This is the end of my piercings post, and also my quest to get more piercings. Tattoos shall still be in my book of plans, though. =D
UPDATE
I just found out from Dragonfly Tattoo's blog that our piercing was done by Marcus.
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Thursday, October 4, 2012
A somewhat adventurous day
October 3rd
I woke up at the ripe time of 7.15am. Which is about an hour and 15 minutes later than the time I was supposed to wake up. The moment I glanced at myself at the mirror, I sorta started cursing my love for October - the 10th month of the year is obviously not being very nice to me, or some other friends for that matter. My eye was still swollen, and even worse than the day before.
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| The only one that looks decent. |
During management lecture, I had a cold, wet tea bag over my swollen eye. It did reduce the swelling significantly, but then again it still had a redness to it. After lecture was a short meeting to decide on the logos we were most likely to use for an assignment.
Drawing has never been a strength for me, but in a way, typography and calligraphy is. I write (literally) much better than I draw, at any point of time. A few of my fonts were used for the selection, which kinda made me happy. =D
I then skipped off to the campus clinic to ask about my eye. All I was told was to either see a doctor, or just wait for about a week, and it will subside soon. My right eye has been swollen since the previous day, but I managed to make it shrink back to almost normal size. The next morning (today), it swelled up almost twice the size that it was the previous day.
Vivian and I then proceeded to go to Mid Valley. We've been waiting for this moment for quite some time - our belly piercings. I wanted to get one because I needed some physical change after some emotional downturns. Read more about my piercing experience here.
After the piercing, we had a simple lunch of porridge with fried dough sticks, and went home respectively. I took a bath, then waited for my sister to get ready. We left late, went through lots of traffic, went 140km/h on a 90km/h speed limit highway, but got there just in time.
I thought I was really late for class, so I weaved through traffic like no tomorrow. I was 20 minutes early - I forgot that class started at 6.30pm, and not 6pm. Spanish class proved to be getting really fun - we were having conversations, adding more and more variations to the questions we could ask each other.
At the end of the class, we were given a certain "project", which is a presentacion en Espanol. A presentation in Spanish, complete with a Rubik's.
I drove home, everything was fine, until I got off the car and locked it. I forgot my folder of notes, and wanted to unlock it to get them. *BAM!* It refused to open. No matter how many times I turned the key, it didn't budge, and from the feel of it, the mechanism seemed to have dislocated or something.
My mum called her mechanic, and I called a few friends, one who stated the fact that my car is the stupidest car in existence. My mum's mechanic came with his wife and son, tried for half an hour before they gave up. Twisted a wire hanger, and tried to pull up the latch lock. To no avail.
I called one of my friend's friend, and he brought along two other "kaki"s to help me with my car. I also called my sister's boyfriend, who arrived shortly after the second batch of people did. Soon enough, my one, miserable, useless car was being gently dismantled at certain areas by 4 guys.
Tried sticking things down the side of the window, playing around with fuses, etc. At last, after a lot of trying and adjustments, the guys managed to pull up the latch lock, and a few things were set in place in case something like that every happened again.
An appointment at a workshop has been scheduled, and my car is basically still functioning. Just have to take a few precautions so that it doesn't end up like that again. Ever.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
October #1
October is here. I have a particular attachment to October, mainly because my own birthday is in October, and a lot of my close relatives' birthdays are in October, and the GazettE's Kai-sama is also in October. I find October awesome. =D
Every October I would look forward to a particularly good month that stands out from the rest of the year. However, this year seems a bit bleak. The first day of the month started out alright, but then the second day started getting screwed up with my right eye twice the size it originally is, and suffering from cramps.
No idea how the rest of the month is gonna be, but October 2012, please be kind to me...
Every October I would look forward to a particularly good month that stands out from the rest of the year. However, this year seems a bit bleak. The first day of the month started out alright, but then the second day started getting screwed up with my right eye twice the size it originally is, and suffering from cramps.
No idea how the rest of the month is gonna be, but October 2012, please be kind to me...
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