DIY Monday
So that day, I decided to have one of my diy days. Overall I think I did okay?
I don't know what you call a 'cekak' in English...but the harder headbands are a little less sturdier.
I have a really weird glue gun & it wasn't cheap. Well at least to me. I got it from Spotlight for $25.
The way I glue things, it's like soldering components and wires. (ah, back in those old engineering days)
I'm giving the other 3 headbands to the girls. Though the total white & pink ones broke. Lol. Sucha fail.
But of course, I shall fix it. The white one will be mine. I actually saw this youtuber 'Clothesencounters', she did an ootd & one of it, she was wearing something like this headband. Thus, I was quite inspired to make one myself.
Go ahead and take a moment to marvel in the beauty of these fake flowers.
Or perhaps, I should add a hashtag #nofilter
I recently discovered my new love for flowers. I usually hate it when my mum hunts for flowers. I'll just be pouting one corner cause I didn't see the beauty then. I have a favourite flower. Of course it's a daisy. There's this other breed of daisies, it's called Oxeye daisy. I think these are a little prettier.
But of course daisies are hard to find. Even in the fake flowers department. All I found were roses, tulips & sunflowers.
15th MAY
WEDNESDAY
My friends & I finally had a proper full-scale birthday surprise for Fatan, who turned 20 on the 11th May!
I think the mission was quite successful. Good job team Black Jaguar & Rainbow Ponies.
There's something about night times & the wee hours that make words so much more meaningful. Probably cause at the end of the day, when our bodies are winding down, our minds gets into a hyperactive fit & starts recalling every single moment you did that day. Somehow with every moment, our minds love pulling & pairing good or bad things from the past. And then you'll try to make rational sense out of the entire web that your mind has just presented to you. You get annoyed. Think a little more. & then you fall asleep.
I'm pretty sure this happens to everyone everynight. It's become such a norm, that it seems like it's more of a routine work for the mind. You wouldn't even realise that you're doing it.
The sudden worldness in my opinions. Pardon my grammars or mistakes if there's any. It's late. I'll check again tomorrow for mistakes.
Goodnightt!
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