amygriffin

9.10am on a Wednesday morning. My hair is still wet from a nice shower and the clock is ticking. I have class soon. I've been INCREDIBLY busy with work lately, I sleep around four or five am everyday. My sister and other non-design students don't understand that design isn't as easy as they think. You have to research ideas, plan and structure them, sort out time and costs, create development work, design and make it, and finally touching up. Last night was the only night I was able to actually get some sleep. I slept for almost 12 hours last night, after watching some Sex and the City dvds and laughing my ass off. Also, competition is ge

I was listening to this song "Home" by Micheal Buble. And I didn't think of it in the context of a lover, but my parents. My mother especially. In a way, I knew sometime ago that when I made the decision of going away overseas that I wouldn't come back. Well yeah for short holidays but I somehow knew that I wouldn't be back for good. Tears are flowing down my cheeks as I'm writing this blog. I'm thinking of my mother and times when she used to come in my room in the middle of the night and rub my forehead and I'd pretend to be sleeping and I'd hear her either cry and whisper that she loved me and I always have known that she had alot of p

The person who used to sit back and write at night and had too big an imagination for her own good. The person who used to want to slow dance with her partner at a Coldplay concert under the stars. The person who thought it would be great to just stare into the night with her partner and look into his eyes and hold his hands all night. The person who used to pick up the guitar and write her own music and dream of putting up an indie romance rock band like Coldplay and Travis. The person who didn't need or care about material or outlooks. The person who trusted her intuition on love and never let herself stray into making silly mistakes. The p