Turn into a Earthy me

Am a camera girl who love to make beautiful photos with anything I have on my hand; when time goes, flipping through all the albums I made does make me feel good as I capture stories with my own view. Das ist gut! In love with every kind of cameras and I own a cute mini 7s which I named it - Baby Pink. Finally bought a snug and cosy home for her, a vintage leather bag which makes me look like a earthy girl. Smile.

It caught my sight when I first saw it, a lovely little one only fit for my Baby Pink, but I think no problem to stuff another digital cam.

Monkey charm and leather strap which come along with the bag, the bronze ball-chain increase the vintage tune, my heart melt for it.

The navy style, black and white strips make the inner side for the bag. Peep my Baby Pink and my sister gonna use it as the prop during her wedding photo shooting. Am excited about it, hope that the photographer make it look great in the photo, oops, should be my sister and her hubby. Giggle. It's a sling bag, or I can buy a bigger tote to put this snugly bag and my accessories together whenever I out? Hah. I could be a shopaholic if I want, collect all loveliness items is my hobby. Laugh out loud.

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I enlarge the size of the photos if you noticed. I like to view my masterpiece in bigger size, bear with me, will you?

Never feel better

TGIF! Were so happy since the moment I woke up, talked with my daddy and hope that this weekend I have  some time to look for the thing we talked about. Fingers cross. Not in the mood to do my job, same with colleagues, we did talking more than working actually. Movie after the work, Green Lantern and I kinda like this movie; the way they talk, those quotes and their courage.

Let's just say it's my job not to be afraid.

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Thanks for the invite, it means a lot to me.

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Was a busy day, started my day with a pack of dainty nasi lemak; thinking back the days where I had my breakfast together with my coursemates and my little Michelle at our faculty, I miss the laughter. Friday tomorrow, the happy moment again and our plan to Miraku Restaurant need to postpone due to the Father's Day on this coming Sunday, steamboat that day. Busy week I think. Laugh.

McDonald's is advertising the return of GCB, a sudden decide and we went there to have our supper. Burp. Good night peep-er.

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Although time passed, the wound still remind that you got hurt before. 

I am Happy

I found it creative and cute when I saw the words: Are you happy today? I thought it is a card that my sister got it from somewhere, put it in front of the fridge; yet it is for me along the way from Lavender Cottage, Taiwan. Yes, I am happy to have a friend like you, and others of course, happy to have a great life now although the future of mine seems to be unclear, happy that I'm actually dare to dream big, happy that I'm loved, etc. I have no excuse to be sad, in fact I need to work hard for myself, to make a better me. Smile.

I hope you are happy too.

I like all your works, I like all the things around you, because I feel that I cannot make it as perfect as you, here comes the jealousy. Envy is ever joined with the comparing of a man's self; and where there is no comparison, no envy. -Francis Bacon, Sr.-

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You both like the same thing, the same concept.

Passion

Eiffel Tower will first flash into my mind once people talk about Paris; if by chance, I wish to soar over the cosy place, whiff the fresh air and surround by the romantic aura. I'm currently into the vintage style of stuffs, any accessories with antique brass will catch my gaze. Feeling me like a collector when I look on the stuffs I own as I seldom to put them up on me, the Oh, Paris! might be the exception.

Ideas and thoughts keep spinning in my little brain with exaggerated speed , they just couldn't rest their path, but I kinda like those ideas, they give me a guts to continue my dream. I want to find back the feeling that I had long lost, the passion towards stamps.

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How about Hong Kong?