Goodbyes & Hellos

Farewells are always difficult. This journal has been kind and happy, and so much more than just a journal. And I will miss it but I’m finally ready for something new.

So say hello to my new space: KIMBERLYKRISTENWONG.COM

KIMBERLYKRISTENWONG.COM
See you on the flip side x

“I Love You, It’s Not Quantum Physics, I Just Love You” ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ – D, 16th September 2007

(Photo of us at Lake District, England)

1649 days. That’s 2,374,560 minutes – and in this time, I cannot begin to count the number of times you’ve made me cry, but of this I’m sure: every single day you make me laugh. And for that, I Love You and I hope I’ll want to love you till my heart stops (or till you put a restraining order on me, whichever comes first!)

Happy Everyday-Is-Valentines-Day, my love x

Serva Me Serva Bote

(Pictures taken at Sentosa Flower Show 2012)

This existence we call life propels at such an astonishing speed that sometimes, the world seems to pass me by in such a flurry – days have passed into weeks, and weeks into months. How is it already February?

I know, there are a million people to see, places to go, things to do- and for the most part, I’m as happy as can be, but I think I’d like a moment to stop and breathe for awhile. To find that direction I seem to have lost, to rediscover the inspiration I so desperately need. To catch my breath & find myself again, amidst this happy hustle and bustle.

Save me, and I will save you x

Practicality Is The Serial Killer Of Dreams

This three year old feathered fedora has found itself on the tip of my head more often these couple of weeks than it has in a year. A page from my 2011 journal, and a light-hearted reminder we could all do with as we move into 2012 – “Practicality is the serial killer of dreams“. 2011 was good to me, for the most part I was happy. In this coming year, I hope for more magic and dreams, for happiness, health, love and laughter still – and I wish the same for you, may your coming year be filled with only lovely things x

WE LOVE YOU, EEVEE

It’s been an awful 2 days! I lost my Balenciaga wallet – it was a present from my boyfriend & mother, who are now telling me they’ll just buy me a new one, but I’m sentimental like that. Sentimental value aside, I also lost 4 credit cards, $600 cash, my I/C and my PDL. It’s all very troublesome, and I keep feeling like it’s a bad joke, like someone’s suddenly gonna pop up and shout “just kidding!”

That same night, D came home and spent some time with our new puppy. Eevee was unusually quiet and still, and then he suddenly started foaming and suffered from a fit. We rushed him to the 24 hour vet, where he had to stay overnight, hooked to a drip. Turns out, he might be born with a long term epilepsy problem. Eevee may have only been with us for a month, but already I can’t imagine losing him :( Here’s to praying he’ll live a good long life :)

Isn’t he just adorable?

Photo credit: James Cokrojoyo  

The Pursuit of Happiness

 

“The difficulty for a writer…is that it seems to be a law of language that happiness, like goodness, is almost impossible to describe, while conflict, like evil, is all too easy to depict.” – W. H. Auden

“Are you happy?”  If I’m completely, brutally honest with myself, my answer to that question: Why yes, sir. Quite possibly, more happy, than I’ve ever been.

On some level, we’re always on a pursuit of happiness. But sometimes I think we’re almost afraid of happiness. Afraid of the fall that inevitably comes after happiness. Maybe sometimes, we just need to scream our lungs out, fly a kite and let it all go with the wind.

사랑해 sarang-hae-yo I LOVE YOU

It’s been a month since I boarded a flight home and left a piece of my heart in Korea. This particular photo was the first in a series of 700 trigger-happy-holiday-shots eternalizing 8 days of pure bliss. A teaser photo, and if I may, one that holds a special feeling in my heart.

A quick story behind it: Twas the night before the trip, and I was frantically throwing mismatched separates into my luggage whilst simultaneously complaining that the KRW conversion rate completely boggled boggles my mind. Yes, I own multitasking like that. And so he quietly took a sheet of A4, cut it up neatly, and painstakingly did the dollar to dollar conversion for my shopping convenience. (I ended up asking him everytime I wanted to buy something anyway, but) it’s thoughtful little things like that, that makes me smile, and I’m lucky to have him. ♥

23 No More

“I was really going to be somebody by the time I was 23.
Honey, all you have to be by the time you’re 23 is yourself.
I don’t know who that is anymore.
I do. And we all love her. I love her. She breaks my heart again and again, but I love her. “

EVERY LITTLE HELPS

I finally put my hands to good use, after so long. Two hours and several blistered fingers later… What do you think? :)

On another note, I’ve decided to set up a flea market stall at the Singapore Flyer, come Saturday 2-8pm (the 19th of March)- it’s apparently called “Flashbangflea.” Two key reasons why I’ve decided to sell my stuff:

1. My wardrobe is like a war-zone.
2. I’m going to give a substantial percentage of Saturday’s earnings to the victims of the recent tragedy in Japan.

I know whatever I earn (and subsequently contribute) won’t be much, not compared to the the various countries and billionaire philanthropists, but I’m a firm believer in “every little helps”. I’ll be selling some brand new dresses and tops, as well as dresses, tops, shirts, skirts and accessories that I’ve barely worn- usually once or twice at most. If you happen to be there, come by and say hi :) I probably won’t be telling “customers” that I’m donating, lest they think it’s a scam or I’m trying to cheat their money, but I do hope I manage to de-clutter my wardrobe and earn enough to contribute. I’ll let you know how it goes :)

In the mean time, if you’d like to donate, my personal choice is through Google Crisis Response, where you’ll be able to make donations via google checkout to various organizations such as the Japanese Red Cross Society, Unicef and Save The Children!

I Need Direction To Perfection

It’s been days, maybe weeks since I’ve made anything. Since I’ve drawn or written or shot or designed or just created anything substantial. This lack of creativity is making me insane with boredom, not to mention driving me straight to the bottle & too much comfort food. It’s not that I haven’t tried, it’s not that I don’t want to, but my mind – it’s just drawing a blank. I spent the entire day on the lounger by the pool- sipping wine, accompanied by some good alternative rock, racy chick lit, and a sky high pile of fashion, travel and luxury magazines. Hoping against hope that the heady combination of alcohol, sunshine and unwarranted indulgence would trigger some sort of reaction, any sort of reaction. But no. I regret to report that I’m still completely uninspired and everything seems lackluster. I need to feel something that will take my breath away and knock me off my feet. I need to find my way back.

“I get my ideas out of my dreams. If you’re lucky enough to use something you see in a dream, it is purely original. It’s not in the world – it’s in your head. And I think that is amazing.”       – – – Alexander McQueen