Summer!

apart from the heat.

This is my first time staying in London for summer.
In fact my first time staying in London for the whole year, haven't been home, Hong Kong for 8 months now.

I don't miss home at all.
(well I miss proper Asian food a lot, even though they have nice ones here, the experience is still not quite the same.)

Looking forward to explore more and discover a bigger London than the one I already know. I bought new sketchbooks, and am well prepared to fill them with doodles together with splashes of sauces from my foodie adventure, photos of inspiring people and collages with things I picked up randomly on the street.

And all of those, will result in an assignment I have set myself:
In what way does everything communicate?

Sweet.

That was supposed to be an introductory paragraph to what I originally wanted to share, which is an amazing exhibition. With Yayoi Kusama's work, which I have been longing to see them for real!




and works form one of my favorite illustrator/artist Yoshitomo Nara.



All of my friends say I look like the little girl he draws.
humm umm.

Here is the exhibition details:

Walking in my mind.
at The Hayward Gallery
Tuesday 23 June 2009 - Sunday 6 September 2009

On a sunny Saturday

Dress in pink and drink homemade Strawberry Milkshake from a pint glass.
Chase flies out of my room.
Prepare things to work on in the coming week.
Set myself some summer assignments.
Lay in bed listening to audio books.
I swear they are addictive!
I am starting to think in the narrator's voice, which is a bit creepy...

Weak.

For the first time, I asked for help.
I hated it, cause it makes me feel weak.
I am tough enough to handle everything,
but I would appreciate your help just in case I am not.

Moving out.

When I first moved in, I thought ' this is the perfect life I am going to live for 2 years.'
I thought there are already a lot of changes, apparently they're not over yet.
there are more bigger changes in the coming year, which I am excited and worried at the same time.

There are always circumstances forcing me out from my comfort zone,
making me realize the perfect life I thought it would be, isn't perfect at all.

in fact,
I am content living with imperfection.

It's not about looking forward to the best,
it's not about the bitterness of understanding and bare with it,
it is to take it as it is.

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