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Saturday, 16 February 2013
The opposite of what I know

There are a few precious moments where reality and dreams coexist. You know the moments where the sound of your alarm cuts through your dream, and those moments where you first reach out to kill that alarm with your eyes still closed. Being awake but still in that dream. I've been having all these dreams at night, dreams of us being back together. Those first few moments of being awake, I can never tell what's real.

I don't wanna be there when I hit the ground. Can I leave myself for a bit?

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Two more weeks till the start of uni. I'm not looking forward to travelling to Frankston for placement. Why Frankston, why? Hoping for a 9am start...anything earlier would be extremely unfortunate considering the travel time is 1 hour 30 mins. Plus selecting thesis topics. How in the world am I supposed to choose one. Sometimes I live life not wanting to make a choice, but rather just going with the flow. I just don't want to have to live with making a "bad choice". Case in point, selecting a topic for thesis. What if I pick an absolutely lousy/difficult/more-work-than-necessary topic?!

Anyway, my holidays have been rather intense. Been working a lot, teaching uke, going for the most boring training course (ever), doing work observations, planning stuff for fundraising....I need my two other team members to come back from their holiday already. I'm going crazy trying to find people for cheap labour, people to perform, families to cook, items to decorate and the list goes on on on and on. Spent the whole of thursday afternoon sewing batu serembans (five stones). It was NOT easy. Guess I pretty much brought it upon myself, considering I was too lazy/cheap to buy new fabric and the only fabric I had at home were leftover scraps from making my grandmother's tops - and that fabric was unfortunately very very limp and soft.

For those who don't sew, limp/soft material is the most difficult thing to work with, and as I recently discovered...that difficulty is multiplied about hundred-fold when you're using that fabric for small items. I tried hand-sewing and it was proving extremely frustrating...so, out came the sewing machine. Who would have known, that using such a tiny little piece of fabric would result in it being caught in the sewing machine. You have no idea...it was a 35 degree day, and there I was having the tug-of-war of my life with the sewing machine. Not the best way to spend the afternoon.

Decided to use paper as a base, so the fabric wouldn't get caught in the sewing machine. That worked like a charm. It was amazing. Rip off the paper, invert the "bag", fill with rice and hand sew the final edge!
Progress from left to right: getting better hopefully? The first one looks so bad.
 First set on the left and second on the right. The second set looks so much more refined and presentable, but considering I spent a really long time on the first set...I'm just gonna use it anyway (lol). 

love, 11:01
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