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deranged imagination, intrusive thoughts maveira-jazreel lim, 21, singapore - euphoria addict / wanderess / moon child - @drogaeuforia

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date night 🥰 @ hiryu

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2020’s birthday week

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connection - two points destined to touch will always find a way across space across time among paths

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trust in His timing

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review: kopitiam lip balms by shophouse sixtyfive

i've embarked on a little self-goal mission to cut out as much processed sweet treats and sodium-packed junk. key word: processed. for i am queen of everything sweet and salty, the transition has been awfully bittersweet.

i lost 8 pounds (3.5kg) in the span of about a month. in the process, i have grown to be really particular about the food i consume *(chants: raw raw raw)* also, such distinction amplified my need for more organization in my life.

even with chugging down 8 liters of water everyday, still dry and scaly were my lips. and absolutely do i detest the repulsive chemical taste of commercial lip balms. just me or do they only seem to work when you use them and when you don't, your lips crackle again.

(taken from instagram, @scratchmarks)

say huat!??!! singaporean flavored lip balm!?

handmade with love in singapore, shophouse sixtyfive's lip balms plucks at the strings of your heart, evoking a sense of home with its yummy-smelling goodness. 

i can finally see the last of artificially flavoured and oh-so-plastic! repulsive tasting chapsticks for these kopitiam lip balms are only made with premium flavouring, with a base of only pure beeswax and skin loving oils from coconut and plants. 

more than happy am i to swap a sugary wreck for kissable lips, and better yet, i get the taste of food without the calories. best of both worlds, *flips hair*

what a good alternative to divert your cravings!!

sir stamford tops the list of whats-in-my-bag. oh c'mon, what's there not to love about brewed english tea, vanilla and caramel... it glides along smooth with a delightful piquant scent that smells so much like buttered popcorn. so so so in love!!

what's more, i love how i'd pick sir stamford up instead of a wickedly unhealthy evil snack #damnright

ooooh caffeine junkies, coffeeshop kopi-o would be your best bet. you can now kickstart your mornings right from the bed and even right before bed, freshness and spill-free guaranteed! 

now, sentosa island is another that i adore. ice kachang and a mash of pineapple candy comes to mind with its slight hint of fruity and sweet scent. oh the nostalgia!

beauty tip:  yummy??? licking your lips now? stop right there! if you're one who licks your lips to add moisture, you're doing it wrong. once those bacteria-crowding lips dry, it takes with it the natural moisture on your lips. the relief is only temporary, which is why your lips always seem to be drier than before. also, we don't have oil glands on our lips. lips don't produce any natural oils like the rest of your skin does. so lips get dehydrated and more chapped more quickly!

(taken from instagram, @rachelsohh)

pucker up now with calorie-free goodness over at SHOPHOUSE SIXTYFIVE.  shipping worldwide too!!!

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agape

i laid there agape by the least respect i wasn't given. reality stared right back at me with bloodshot eyes, flickering all kinds of signs. could i have been so blind, oblivious to the exhortatory all this while? "well i guess in life, there are moments you will never understand. and sometime, confusion strikes at no apparent reason. maybe those are signs for you to stop and take a solitude moment, a breather before we make decisions and move forward" (via @cltxo) 0608 hours and counting down... anguish anguish anguish

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pssst

oh lorde oh lorde i finally have time to lay down and make lorde the queen to my ears

(i also decided i could stretch a limb to update this whist space with just a sentence so yes…

brb lol)

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toast

there were days when i had more than enough bread, pizza and pasta to slay me every day for a month. it was also then where i swore my undying love for pasta but three days was all it took for me to repulse.

before the crack of dawn in the first week, i got dressed in a dressy winter outfit that could never quite brave me through the sharp winds when we got off the cruise later. i would then stand by the lengthy glass windows with a cup of iced lemon water to marvel at the divine marriage of the sunrise at the ports and the parch smell of warmed toast. it brought an unspeakable amount of comfort.

the value of comfort is unmistakably the very meaning of home and it made me felt home.

patience is virtue but not for my straining lustful heart. wanderlust syndrome. it's disgusting how these surge of wanderlust has been channeling into over indulgence on shopping. i. can't. stop. oh. help. give. me. your. money.

i like saying jiak kim street in numbers because those were the days when v just got his drivers license and we always had to rely on the tom tom. we would tap 169420 for a pampering hair day sipping on sakura tea and cookies at j's salon at grand copthorne.

scarred i am from an innocent night out at 169420. it chokes me to even breathe the words that i was almost raped. i guess it'd be in the upcoming post soon, while i take all the time i would need to recollect myself *screammmmmm*

dusting the corners and unboxing my parcels in the mean time...

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lace up

a brief update..

so the woman passed the res exam!!!!!!!!!!! whoopidiiiidooo

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careless

all that jazz of fib - i paused, not from the actuality of guile but how it did not ripped me. the tingling numbness laid me afloat in a bed of calm waters, cautiously waiting to flip and drown me if only i'd pulled a muscle. i was unguarded but i felt an awkward bent of power. suggestio falsi. it sanked in me wishing humans hadn't had the dexterity of mouthing words, less the troubles. i faded into an al pacino's '92 film in scent of a woman fit, "when in doubt, fuck".

(tossing aside purportless thoughts)

doll's birthday week set forth a hedonistic week of indulgence - monday night beer towers, tuesday buffet dinner at oscar's, wednesday self-decorated store bought strawberry shortcake on a crib of cream, strawberries and a heap of ferrero rocher and tiny balloons, friday liquid buffet and 6am korean bbq, entire wired weekend in bed armed with chips and dips.............. oooh so faded. comatosing comatosing comatosing

ending the week with a o' dark hundred face and tavi gevinson pose

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inhibit

the hallmark of nouns is a concept the majority of us grapple upon. off and on, bouts of my thoughts toy with the idea of it; states and qualities in particular. i feel that the very measure of anything comes with gripping hands of expectations. for one, i am a zealot of things being immeasurable - when there is no exact magnitude to whatever.

no labels, no degree, no title to bound or rule us. we are free.

no doubt we do need some form of organisation and expectations for the very basis to keep moving forward. however, with an undertaking, we are forced to push ourselves into bigger rooms of expectations to fill up to position or roles so much that we beat ourselves up when we fall short. it is so depressing when this happens because we are made to feel like failures.

i believe labels, titles or whatsoever comes with a disturbing amount of dominance. you give power to the labeled or titled to rule you. 

now now, be careful who you hand the gun to and don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

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cold feet

this was taken a little less than a year ago from the window of premier inn in west sussex, london. i remember woken up by the familiar yet quite foreign icy coldness in my toes - my hands and feet had a notoriety of being near frigid, even when we had summer all year round back home. right next to where i laid, the feeble whistle was wind seeping in through the cracks of the window seal. i sat up in bed, jolted and fazed by the unfamiliarity of where i was. when i had let enough light enter my eyes, this view greeted me. it felt like a pleasant “hello” to the start of my month long new year winter vacation.

stark, placid and unafraid i was then. i was my own. 

back date ten months later, i creeped in bed with a stranger i barely met just hours ago at a club. he rubbed out the knots in my aching back with no qualms. then we shared an intimate moment. we talked for hours on and when the sun came up, we went out to get breakfast and coffee later. it hasn’t been long since i’ve met someone this warm, but he was iridescent. the magnitude of how we instantly clicked - tout de suite - sent shivers down my spine.

and now. he is my person. the frenzy, the vulnerability, the uncertainty and just… cold feet.

happy new year! i constructed this virtual space to grasp the elusive self.