While shopping for birthday presents yesterday, popped by myers to check out some moisturizers at The Kit.
and this was what caught me eye.

im not a v colourful person. but i so love this. i was going to buy it, then i saw the price tag.
oh well. at least it actually made me hesitate for like 1min or so. no $$$$$$ so i took a postcard instead.

almost forgot abt it, until i saw it lying on the floor. and i started reading the back which says 'blah blah blah... i imagined a world filled with giant mushrooms'.
okaeeeeeeeeee. made me curious enough to start googling for the winners of the kit design award. hahahah.

the Kit design Award. Theme: In My Wildest Dreams
turns out the winner was Jessica Singh. the one on the pouch. her website reminded me of how i used to sit in the library, slurping up all the images from colourful picture books!
her works are a real treat to the eyes. and my fav must be this:
every single thing abt tt image. the tiniest details, the blending and shading of the colours. the different textures, shapes, elements. just makes me happy looking at it.

she really got me thinking. what happened to those days where i would just sit in front of the com and surf for graphic designs and just drool over them? those days where i would work on some self-created project for hours and days? whered tt all go?
i have always loved expressing my creativity in the past. through any single medium. blog templates, i rmbr. and cards. organisers. those were my prized possessions. gifts for friends.
once i catch some kind of inspiration, i try to put it down.
i ll experiment a whole lot, with everything to create tt thing in my head. and w my limited skills + resources, all the more challenging.

just dug through my photo library and found this. i think i made it roughly 4 or 5 years ago?




was for roger. cause i think he was leaving sg. i loved it so much! esp after i spent like a few gd hours on it.

so what happened. no more dreams of getting into design? how can my passion just fade away like this. i used to blame it on my parents. saying tt they dont let me get into art school and stuff. but maybe it really is my bad. i didnt fight for it.

Just tt day when dad and mum came to visit, uncle victor was asking aloud, 'hey. so are you going to stay and study honours?'. before i gave it any thought, mum gave an instant reply 'OF COURSE.' somehow tt brought tears to my eyes.
i felt at tt moment. i had no control over my life. dont i have a say in it at all? would someone. anyone. just listen to my own dreams?

after they left, i had the salp symposium. and the seminar was 'shape your destiny'. the guy spent 70% of the time talking abt dreams. every time he stops and ask us to think abt our dream, i cld sense this intense emotion tt makes me tear (which gave me a hard time cause i had to hide it from friends or they wld think im a freak.)

dont know. maybe im just weird. but having dreams are really important to me.


will end here for now. i can go on forever just thinking abt it.
and its like 2 25am cause of daylight savings = 3hrs ahead of sg. argh.