Yarns and Buttons

I finally put stuff up on the walls!

It started with Nur giving me these super cute little "clothes pins."



Clothes pins + postcards + a piece of string and TADA!

I'm enjoying laying on my messy bed after a long day away from home (7am - 11 pm), staring at the empty ceiling and listening to this song.




Video Games - Lana Del Rey

I was digging around old documents looking for some stuff and found this postcard...

Someone (I'm not going to say who, but you know who you are!) asked me to put together a collection of Indian spices. Of course, these are not the type that you would casually stroll into Safeway and pick up one evening.



After much careful considerations and researching, I decided that it would be most cost effective if I just make a magnetic spice rack myself. I saw this Instructable on how to make a magnetic spice rack. So I ordered the tins from Specialty Bottle.

Remember these chicks? They're all grown up now. Behold!


My sister is taking them back to their coop after a long day of digging around in the dirt.

Guess what was found in my parents' mailbox? Another surprise postcard! Madness! I wonder who would send me this silliness...



I was warned to prepared myself, but I didn't! Aack!


BAM! Totally got hit by surprise.



Ridiculous! A tabby cat in a cat! You know, this cat looks very much like Suppy!



What do you think?

Even though it wasn't signed, can you guess who it was?
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Give up?
It's...


...THE CAT EATING MONSTER!!!

I woke up to sunshine flooding my bed today. Even though it was 6:30 AM, the sun was beaming as an indication of summer approaching.



Today is also Mother's Day for my new found country (new found = 17 years ago). I'm not anywhere near my mom. She's in Florida attending a wedding. She called me yesterday sounding like she was having a great time. It made me happy to hear laughter in her voice. If she was here, she would tell me that it's not important to "celebrate" Mother's Day for one day out of the year when I should be good all year long. I'm guilty of not being nice/good to my mom all year long.



Last week, I made a decision to not get crossed at my mom for every little things. All she wanted to do was take care of me like I want to take care of my pets. She did everything for me from the day she knew I existed. She made sure that I have a good life. We might not agree on a lot of things in life, but can I really blame her? Maybe if I grew up with the life she had and in her time, I would have the same views.



...and because my mom and my dad have made me everything I am today, I was able to be a responsible "adult" who made her own breakfast...a breakfast that looked like a face.



By the way, this is the table that I've been sitting at for hours on end this past week and it still looks like this. Never ending study is ~fun~. My mom would be ashamed of how messy it is and proud that I'm studying at the same time.

On the day that I was babysitting Zorba, I received a call from my sister.

I found a chick! - she said.
What? - I said.
A chick was wandering in our backyard! - she replied.

So she set out to see to whom the chick belonged. She asked the kids in the neighborhood who were playing near by. They did not know. During her quest, she found another chick! Then later on, the neighborhood kids found a 3rd one and gave it to her!

Boy oh boy.


They are incredibly cute! What do you think?



Like anything baby, they were full of energy and could not stand still. My sister, the most awesome person in the world, got them a heating pad and took on the painstaking task of grinding up rice to feed them...all while looking pretty.



So we called the SPCA, they said that we cannot surrender them unless we've had them for 30 days already. No way these chicks were older than 30 days, so cannot lie there. My dad posted flyers around the neighborhood but nobody was claiming them so....



...my dad built them a coop! Hahah!



This is what they look like a month ago. I think they are hens and we hope that they are hens, but we will see.



My sister is now a farmer. The chicks, now in their rambunctious teenage stage, think that she's their mommy (mother hen, teehee) and follow her everywhere.



The cats think the chicks are tasty!



Just kidding! They prefer the plastic fowls.

I opened my mailbox and saw this!

London! I wonder who was in London...hmmmm....


It was addressed to "Lady LeTran of San Francisco." Teeheehee...*fit of giggles*



...sent via Royal Mail, I feel like royalty already.



A true British talked about round-abouts and wrote things like "blimey."



A true CE talked about earthquakes and natural mass source of lumber.



A true construction manager talked about renovation cost of moving partition walls. I love it!



...and a well rounded man would also be up to date with pop culture, so he discussed the royal wedding. Being such a wonderful man, how could the queen not invite him to the wedding nor seek his counsels? I couldn't understand either. However, I'm looking forward to a postcard from The Palace covered in biscuit crumbs and tea stains.



Of course it has to be from Sir Hitén! Only Sir Hitén can write such an entertaining postcard message. No wonder he was able to steal Hidayah's heart.



Personally, I think Hidayah (aka Nur) must have trained him really well with this block type face because a couple of years ago, his handwriting was pretty elementary compare to this neatness.



Postcard collection so far! I love you guys!

In the name of SCIENCE! ...okay, not really, I'm just a pervert.

I was searching some of my old stuff for blank cards. I didn't find any blank cards, but I found these.



These were from the opening party for the Westin hotel back in 2008 (I think). Alyson and I had a lot of fun eating fancy free food and taking silly pictures.



Despite our badass appearances, we actually got locked inside one of the ballroom. I forgot how we managed to get out. I think we were lucky enough to found someone to unlock the doors for us.



Photobooths are always so fun!



Aly was really good at scolding me.



Then we pretended that we were models. Classic.



Aly was really good with the growling faces.



Hee! Good times.

One of my favorite flowers is carnation. Why? No one seems to place too much importance in carnations. They're not expensive and full of cliche meanings like the roses, nor do they represent class like fancy pants orchids. They are the cheapest flowers I could find, have a light floral scent and last forever! Okay, not forever, but up to 3 weeks.

So once in a while, I buy a bunch of carnations. This time, instead of throwing them all into one vase like I usually do, I decided to split them up.



There are these two empty wine bottles that I had just sitting there looking useless. Why not use them as vases for my flower?



I found a small vase also just sitting there being useless and put that one to use, too!



...and another one! Who knew I had so many small vases laying around.



Then I ran out of small vases, so I used a glass.

This is a trick I learned from Martha Stewart, fill the vase with lemons or limes. I just so happen to have a bag of key limes that was going to spoil soon.



Voila! A pretty vase of carnations for my window sill.

Moving on to other things!



I recently received this wall decal in the mail. My sister helped me picked this one out. I trusted her judgement and it came out to be awesome!



It took me forever to set it up straight by myself, but I did it. At least one wall in my apartment is no longer bare. If you look at just this one angle, you can never tell that the rest of the apartment still looks like this.




On a entirely unrelated note, I'm currently in like with this song.