DIY Bow Back Crop Top

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Revamping my 9 year old, 3 sizes bigger Nursing T-shirt into this DIY bow back cropped top.

Also made my high waisted pants into this ruffled trim denim shorts.

And check out my nautical ankle bracelets, which I made from the fabric of the bows on my top.

Yeah. I lurv p!nk. ♛

And oh! I made this one, too.

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Griffin’s Love: Mated for Life

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A novel by J.L. Sim

“The heroic books, even if printed in the character of our mother tongue, will always be in a language dead to degenerate times; and we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line, conjecturing a larger sense than common use permits out of what wisdom and valor and generosity we have.” -Henry David Thoreau

The World Conservation and Exhibitions Centre in the north-west corner of the British Museum’s Bloomsbury quadrangle, will have a major exhibition on the Vikings. The exhibition will not only center on the core period of the Viking Age from the late 8th century to the early 11th century but will also highlight many new archaeological discoveries and objects never seen before in the United Kingdom alongside important Viking Age artefacts.

But one thing had piqued Alex’s interest: they will display an interesting artifact, an object of digital signage.

Alex, a self professed history buff and lover, have thrown everything away and travel to London, hoping to reunite with her Viking warrior and share the promise of forever.

Join Alex as she travelled back in time from finding the enchanted locket to meeting the Viking Chieftain, Ubbe Ragnarsson.

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If Only

‘If only I can turn back time.’

Those words are daunting me. I can bargain my soul in order to go back to that single moment in my life and make all the right choices in the process.

If only I have not succumbed to my overwhelming emotions. If only I have not crossed that single line separating friendship from a relationship. If only I have been strong enough and just be contented being friends with him. If only I have said NO.

Then, I won’t be feeling this hurricane of emotions right now. I won’t be feeling this excruciating pain. It is as if my heart has been cut into pieces and scattered all around the floor. The wound is too deep it won’t stop bleeding.

And silently, I let my tears stream down my face. Whimpering in the middle of the night. Unable to sleep.

I don’t know how long I can be able to bear this kind of feeling, or if I can go out of this mess alive. But I think I can’t hold on any longer. I have mustered every ounce of my strength and now it leaves me defenseless.

It is getting hard to fake a smile on my face in every passing day. To act like I am happy but deep down inside, I’m dying. 

Can we, please,  just bring back those days? Those days when both of us are genuinely happy being friends.

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Lost Soul

She found herself in the middle of the woods. The trees are making a strange whooping sound as it dance violently with the wind. She shuddered as fear enveloped her being. She cried for help. She screamed her heart out. But it only echoed back to her.

Perching on the root of the tree, she held her knees in defeat and she whispered to the wind, “What’s the point of screaming? No one’s listening, anyway”.

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