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Fantasy part II

Posted in Decor by thisisanexperiment on May 13, 2009

Hmm, okay. So in my ideal home, I’ll just screw the idea of having a wardrobe, at least until I have a walk in one.

I’ll just have this.

A clothes rack.

Naturally, I’ll need more than one. But the idea of not having to open my wardrobe in the morning to decide what to wear, quite tickles me. Plus, it’s cheap(er).


my house will be kinda sorta be like this.

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P.s, the smell of baby powder on my laptop is lulling me to sleepzzzz

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The Future

Posted in Decor, Life by thisisanexperiment on May 10, 2009

Lately I’ve been thinking about that question- where do I see myself in 10 years time? What am I doing?

Honestly, I don’t know what, although I have an idea, a tintillating thought that perhaps I would be working with a purpose, and working with a life. That means flexible working times, a certain degree of independence (I find myself relishing the out-of-office travels) and preferably a beautiful lack of meetings that stretch till godknowswhatime (like the ones my boss seems to pull). I guess there is a beauty in working purposefully, or gaining a sense of fufilment and purpose from your work. But I don’t see the beauty in allowing work to overcome life.

Now to find a job, or create such a job that will let me achieve that.

I suppose it would mean working-from-home.

Which brings me to the idea of moving out. It’s never lost its lustre, that idea, not since I was 14. I think I would like the use of wood furninshings and floorings. It lends a certain homely-feel to a home that one should have. Dark wood, white-washed wood, coloured wood. Plenty of light. I loe the use of white in homes. Eclectic furnishings that sorta don’t match, but somehow mysteriously just work together, with the right amount of clutter.

I love the idea of a small NY apartment that’s filled with bric-a-bracs and the presence of its owner(s).

I think I don’t want a bed (at least for the first year). I’ll get by with the thickest mattress I can find, laid out against the wooden floor.

I want a tall bookshelf/shelves stuffed with books (that I read, of course).

Pictures, photographs, drawings, lightings on the wall, off the wall.


I want a shophouse. That’s it.I mean, does this not look like a sanctuary?

Desperately looking for a flatmate,

the experimenter.