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This is Chearmin, she's an 19yo girl happily breathing Singapore's air. She is now studying Diploma in Visual Communication (which is NOT Mass Comm), a course all about graphic design, illustrations & photography. A crazy cat lady who adores cats (duh.), her eyes glimmer upon spotting beautiful things e.g. cameras & vintage items. & she definitely loves Jesus. † she absolutely love getting crafty & all, because it makes her happy. she wants to get lost in a surreal world and be eaten by her eccentric thoughts. would you care to join her for a cup of tea in the middle of the forest?

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wishlist

1. SX-70 Polaroid Camera

2. ~~Blackbird Fly~~

3. Lomography Fisheye 2/ Sprocket Rocket

4. ~~Boots/Creepers~~

5. Prime lens for DSLR

6. ~~Trip out of Singapore (anywhere please~~)

7. TO BE POSITIVE AND HAPPY.

inspirations ♥

God. my fat pig kitty. beautiful nature. skies. light. silhouettes. cats. vintage items. skulls. cameras. photography. doodling/drawing. awesome & nice people. inspiring & pretty magazines. indie/vintage stores. hope.

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Ghost of the past.

There was this girl, seemingly normal; she was able to fit into everyone's lives.
She lived well, with no worries for daily needs.
She grew up, as usual, still regarded as a friendly girl-next-door, one who's a positive laughter cracker to some friends.

On some days, she'd be in her happy little world, dreaming of future visions and dreams she'd want to fulfill. She can get a little clumsy or quirky at times, but that's her when she felt alive. And when she didn't get reminded of the ghost within her.

On other days, she'd let her rather unspeakable past ghosts haunt and constantly remind her of how worthless she was. How a trash she was. She felt intimidated. She feared that history would once again repeat itself.
Paranoia rushed into her veins, into every inch of her capillaries. She let her heart beats drown herself in seas of self-pity and sorrows. "I'll pretend to be okay. Everything is alright now."

Her weak will soon allowed the ghost to stand more firm, much stronger. It was a stronghold; unshakable, unbreakable.
It's a matter of willpower and time before the ghost becomes her.

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