250416 - Bags x Besties

#100happydays: DAY 5

I've never been much of an arts-and-crafts person, which is why I'm extra proud that I actually did something like this:

I've had these briefcases since forever (I bought them on a whim while shopping in China years ago muahaha) and honestly I didn't know what to do with them because they were pretty yeah but they didn't really suit my style - I just liked them for the shape and ended up regretting the purchase.

(Don't tell my mother though, because I'll never hear the end of it - she predicted this very thing even before I bought the cases.)

Long story short, I realised that I could use the briefcases if I just made them a more Nat-ural colour (hee!) and the bigger case could even be used as both a prop and actual bag for when I cosplayed as Amane Misa. 

It's the holidays now, so doing this was nothing more complicated than getting a can of spray paint and some duct tape and getting to work.

An afternoon of (literally) watching paint dry and voila, the results! I must admit that the bigger case has messier strokes than the smaller one, but that was because I used it as the first trial, and well, I guess it adds texture (and the smell of bullshit) if you look at it a certain way.

All the same, I'm just proud of having done this - it's really nothing much to boast about, but I'm proud.


101 Things I Think About: DAY 5

For many who read this blog, you're likely to know that I have a best friend - her name is Tish, and we've been friends ever since our first awkward encounter in the Temasek Polytechnic Mac Lab - neither one of us can remember all the details, but I was overly enthusiastic about making friends in my first year and ended up hugging her as a greeting.

We got to know each other better in our second year, and from then on became really close - honestly, I don't know anyone who gets me like she does. She always got it, whenever I was too nice to tell someone to back off or when I was troubled by things going on at home, or when I was crying because I was genuinely scared that I was unlovable. When she doesn't get it, she supports, no matter what it is. 

I think part of the reason why we click is because we have similar wavelengths - we're equally mean and sarcastic and bitchy, and even though it sounds bad it's really the reason why we get each other. At one point we agreed that we were basically two sides of the same coin - I was hot where she was cold, she was passionate where I was analytical. 

After we graduated, it was more difficult to meet up and hang - we didn't have classes together, after all - and when we did meet, it was mainly to catch up and keep each other in the loop for all the stuff that was either too important or too much of a hassle to get out over text or a call. Some things really are better shared in person, after all - it's more fun that way.

We've shared notes over people we met in university, in jobs, been there as the other cried over a breakup, been there over personal fears and worries and problems.

I sometimes look back at the girls we were two years ago - we barely knew what we wanted to do or where we were going back then. We've grown so much, and sometimes we laugh because we find ourselves doing or saying things we swore we never would when we were younger. Some things have really changed - from talk about which university to attend after graduation to talk about which jobs to apply for after graduation, for example - but some things really haven't, and I'm thankful.

We've really grown, but I'm glad that I could grow with her (as sappy as it sounds). I'm glad she's my best friend, I'm glad she's taught me what it's like to have a sister. I'm glad for the times we laughed, bitched, fought, cried - mostly because that's how we grew.

Here's hoping this friendship keeps growing and maturing!

(I'm still holding on to a metric fuckton of stuff to say at her wedding, after all - SHE CAN'T STOP ME THEN.)