We're on October break, and it's got me thinking about my priorities - since these aren't really holidays, what should I be doing with the time? I've got my whole future ahead of me to plan out; for some reason I manage to pass this with a sense of mundane neutralness - there's nothing special to it like there should be. Another example of the wondrous hold of the International Baccalaureate on another poor soul. But at the same time, it's taught me about the transitory nature of things.
Recently I was stressing over something that I had absolutely no control over - I couldn't change it, it wasn't my place or heart to do so. Yet it tortured me, distracted me from the many things I could've been catching up on or doing instead. And so I learn this lesson, to never let it do the same thing again - granted that's a hard promise to keep seeing as this obstacle is one that is bound to come up multiple times in the course of one's life. But it made me stronger, and for this I am glad.
And when you think about it - life is going to present you with many hiccups - you just have to put it in perspective and realize that, in the future this little hiccup won't even show up. There are so many scary and exciting things you'll have to face in your life ahead, so what's the point of believing this is the end? When it really isn't. So much more to come.
I can't wait for my future. It feels like a bright one. But I'm not going to waste the present either. Live with the Joie de vivre, and carpe diem.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Love.
That funny little word. Amazing how much of an impact it has on us, yet there are some out there who don't believe in it. Recently I was a bit shocked to hear this from the grapevine within our very own community of students. It's not that I don't believe that everyone is not entitled to their own rights, it's just that I find it strange because I believe love is one of the attributes that makes us truly human.
This of course implies that other animal species cannot love, which is a serious fallacy, (seeing as we've got the arrogance that we are one of the highest class of race, I guess that it's understandable) but if you look at pop culture media, and how love is plastered all over it, bursting with romance at the seams it's practically impossible to deny. I could say that I'm a self confessed hopeless romantic, and my belief in love perhaps will never die out (fingers crossed) but I notice that maybe some say it because they have been hurt before? Or because they haven't been in a relationship themselves?
Yet the thing is, you can't go wrong, when people all over the world are in love.
I find love to be absolutely real and true, because it's intangible. I have my personal philosophy; nothing that we gain physically on this plane is ours for the keeping, we are borrowing all we see and touch as an experience - no one makes it out of this life alive, figuratively (and literally!) speaking. Because love has this untouchable nature, it is something that stays with us - often This intangibility makes it so beautiful - it is inside of you - do you ever feel the need to express your love for someone or something yet cannot find the words to do so? THIS is love. Do you just on impulse work in certain ways that you can't explain when the thought of what you love crosses your mind? THIS is love. It's all there. The winds of change and hope are blowing for those who can hear.
Yes love, has a great power. It makes it both a tool of incredible good and maliciousness at the same time. We always hear the stories about someone nursing a broken heart, and the pain that spreads in the landfill of the heart. It does claim the lives of some, it does possess us to do things we'd never dream of pursuing otherwise. Yet we forget, about those who are living out their lives filled with joy because of that special someone. Many people do spend their lives looking for love, and while that may seem like a foolish endeavour it's not like we can say that it isn't attainable - surely you can look around you and find some living proof.
Also, herein I've only focused on side of love; love is paternal, maternal and everything else you feel. I love my friends. I know I would go to the ends of the earth for quite a few of them, because the relationship is so strong; too true, when you have love like this, what else do you really need?
They say we're always searching for the truth. I hate to break it to everyone, but love is something that cannot be broken down into segments for analysis, so that it can be determined to be a truth. It's not. Plain and simple. It is the most irrational feeling which is why so many of us are obsessed with it. Don't you think this makes it all the more exciting?
Just my food for thought for the day.
PS Found later:
I HAVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD THE CONCEPT OF INFATUATION. IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY UNDERSTANDING THAT BEING ‘INFATUATED’ WITH SOMEONE MEANS YOU THINK YOU ARE IN LOVE, BUT YOU’RE ACTUALLY NOT; INFATUATION IS SUPPOSEDLY JUST A FOOLISH, FLEETING FEELING. BUT IF BEING ‘IN LOVE’ IS AN ABSTRACT NOTION, AND IT’S NOT TANGIBLE, AND THERE IS NO WAY TO PHYSICALLY PROVE IT TO ANYONE ELSE. WELL, HOW IS BEING IN LOVE ANY DIFFERENT THAN HAVING AN INFATUATION? THEY’RE BOTH HUMAN CONSTRUCTIONS. IF YOU THINK YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE AND YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE, THEN YOU OBVIOUSLY ARE; THINKING AND FEELING IS THE SUM TOTAL OF WHAT LOVE IS. WHY DO WE FEEL AN OBLIGATION TO CERTIFY EMOTIONS WITH SOME KIND OF RETROSPECTIVE, SELF-IMPOSED AUTHENTICITY?
- Chuck Klosterman
This of course implies that other animal species cannot love, which is a serious fallacy, (seeing as we've got the arrogance that we are one of the highest class of race, I guess that it's understandable) but if you look at pop culture media, and how love is plastered all over it, bursting with romance at the seams it's practically impossible to deny. I could say that I'm a self confessed hopeless romantic, and my belief in love perhaps will never die out (fingers crossed) but I notice that maybe some say it because they have been hurt before? Or because they haven't been in a relationship themselves?
Yet the thing is, you can't go wrong, when people all over the world are in love.
I find love to be absolutely real and true, because it's intangible. I have my personal philosophy; nothing that we gain physically on this plane is ours for the keeping, we are borrowing all we see and touch as an experience - no one makes it out of this life alive, figuratively (and literally!) speaking. Because love has this untouchable nature, it is something that stays with us - often This intangibility makes it so beautiful - it is inside of you - do you ever feel the need to express your love for someone or something yet cannot find the words to do so? THIS is love. Do you just on impulse work in certain ways that you can't explain when the thought of what you love crosses your mind? THIS is love. It's all there. The winds of change and hope are blowing for those who can hear.
Yes love, has a great power. It makes it both a tool of incredible good and maliciousness at the same time. We always hear the stories about someone nursing a broken heart, and the pain that spreads in the landfill of the heart. It does claim the lives of some, it does possess us to do things we'd never dream of pursuing otherwise. Yet we forget, about those who are living out their lives filled with joy because of that special someone. Many people do spend their lives looking for love, and while that may seem like a foolish endeavour it's not like we can say that it isn't attainable - surely you can look around you and find some living proof.
Also, herein I've only focused on side of love; love is paternal, maternal and everything else you feel. I love my friends. I know I would go to the ends of the earth for quite a few of them, because the relationship is so strong; too true, when you have love like this, what else do you really need?
They say we're always searching for the truth. I hate to break it to everyone, but love is something that cannot be broken down into segments for analysis, so that it can be determined to be a truth. It's not. Plain and simple. It is the most irrational feeling which is why so many of us are obsessed with it. Don't you think this makes it all the more exciting?
PS Found later:
I HAVE NEVER UNDERSTOOD THE CONCEPT OF INFATUATION. IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY UNDERSTANDING THAT BEING ‘INFATUATED’ WITH SOMEONE MEANS YOU THINK YOU ARE IN LOVE, BUT YOU’RE ACTUALLY NOT; INFATUATION IS SUPPOSEDLY JUST A FOOLISH, FLEETING FEELING. BUT IF BEING ‘IN LOVE’ IS AN ABSTRACT NOTION, AND IT’S NOT TANGIBLE, AND THERE IS NO WAY TO PHYSICALLY PROVE IT TO ANYONE ELSE. WELL, HOW IS BEING IN LOVE ANY DIFFERENT THAN HAVING AN INFATUATION? THEY’RE BOTH HUMAN CONSTRUCTIONS. IF YOU THINK YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE AND YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE, THEN YOU OBVIOUSLY ARE; THINKING AND FEELING IS THE SUM TOTAL OF WHAT LOVE IS. WHY DO WE FEEL AN OBLIGATION TO CERTIFY EMOTIONS WITH SOME KIND OF RETROSPECTIVE, SELF-IMPOSED AUTHENTICITY?
- Chuck Klosterman
Saturday, September 17, 2011
The Believer
I had a lucky miracle to stumble upon a wee gem of a magazine, called the Believer. It has articles on the most interesting things, mainly literature, and ponderings about said subject, but through it I learnt all about the Barkley Marathons, and that has continued to consume my mind for the rest of the weekend. It is an amazing event. The sort of thing, that it takes one a lifetime to know about. I feel privileged to have discovered such a race. Even though I would never dream of partaking in such an event.
<http://www.believermag.com/issues/201105/?read=article_jamison>
here is the amazing article that goes into such beautiful and gruelling depth of the race. But yet, light enough that it leaves you longing to pack out to Tenessee to witness it all.
Although the course of the race was absolutely fascinating, and the feats they had to overcome were mind-blowing, I found myself trying to understand their psyche more than anything else. WHY would you put yourself through a 100 mile race, not just any 100 mile race, but one through an elevation that is twice of Everest, where you could get lost at any moment, where rats and vipers were not a possibility but an annoyance, and where one has to be sane enough amidst it all to find nine to eleven books hidden within infinite miles of dense foliage to prove completion of the race!? I find it highly satirical that a 60 mile run (3 loops of the race) is called a 'Fun Run'. Not so much, eh? Oh and did I mention that the third and fourth loops must be run backwards, and the fifth loop is your choice? If you haven't casually quit, been eaten alive, or lost your mind by then.
I was truly in awe.
I still am, don't get me wrong. These men (and women) I thought, must be crazy. I understand the whole notion of pushing yourself to the limit, and yes, the limit fluctuates from person to person. Also I understand the feeling of completion, of believing in yourself, but this is one step further altogether. Only nine people have completed the race since its indoctrination in 1984; think about it - a race inspired by the man who tried to assassinate Martin Luther King Jr and the route he took on his breakout run from jail. Am I right in finding that slightly twisted? I'm surprised that no one has brought that up before as insensitive.
Whatever it is, it made me realise something; I have brought it up to myself many times before, but the role of the mind in situations like these. Mental over physical, always. I am reminded of the epic match recently between Novak Djokovic and Roger Federer. Roger seemed like a shoo in to win, being 3 match points up, and Djoko 2 sets down. But somehow, against ALL odds, Djoko came back to win the championship...and we can stand around scratching our heads but you know when it comes down to it Djokovic put his mind to its best to beat the legend who used to be No.1.
This also reminded me of my KL Volleyball tournament - we just didn't gel together as well as we could've. Granted, we were up for a bit of experimentation, and we didn't know each other or trust each other as we should - but I guess that's part of the learning process, and learn from it we shall. As for mind over matter, it's very true. I know there were points during a match where I felt, this is it, I can't run much further than this, and so I would watch in disbelief as the ball dropped inches from my feet as I made a vain attempt to shuffle towards its trail. But there were other times, where I felt the energy tapping in my toes, and I could deflect anything with a dig, roll or spike. And it just goes to show.
Am I an ultramarathoner? No siree. I don't think I have the motivation for that kind of run. Nor could I believe in myself to do something like that. Maybe one day, the thought will cross my mind. Never say never. For the people that do these things, it's them against themselves, the pressure is off for those around them. They are fighting those inner demons I believe, when they run. A friend of mine, told me that he engages in certain hobbies and activities because no one else does them - therefore there is no pressure between each other to be the best - and it's true, trying to be the best is putting a lot of pressure on yourself, but then can you drive yourself without others rallying around you? I couldn't see it before, but now the answer is clearly, YES. So much of us around us is self induced. It's amazing that we don't see it. Like the choice to be happy? If we objectively look at everything that stresses us out, 95% of the time, it is unnecessary - we are choosing to be stressed over it.
Again, the Barkley's Marathon is not my cup of tea, but I would consider myself extremely lucky should I ever be one to witness it. I shall gladly put it on my list of things to see/do before I die. Would things be different if everyone stopped to take time to think about how they affect themselves in their own minds? Very much so.
<http://www.believermag.com/issues/201105/?read=article_jamison>
here is the amazing article that goes into such beautiful and gruelling depth of the race. But yet, light enough that it leaves you longing to pack out to Tenessee to witness it all.
Although the course of the race was absolutely fascinating, and the feats they had to overcome were mind-blowing, I found myself trying to understand their psyche more than anything else. WHY would you put yourself through a 100 mile race, not just any 100 mile race, but one through an elevation that is twice of Everest, where you could get lost at any moment, where rats and vipers were not a possibility but an annoyance, and where one has to be sane enough amidst it all to find nine to eleven books hidden within infinite miles of dense foliage to prove completion of the race!? I find it highly satirical that a 60 mile run (3 loops of the race) is called a 'Fun Run'. Not so much, eh? Oh and did I mention that the third and fourth loops must be run backwards, and the fifth loop is your choice? If you haven't casually quit, been eaten alive, or lost your mind by then.
I was truly in awe.
I still am, don't get me wrong. These men (and women) I thought, must be crazy. I understand the whole notion of pushing yourself to the limit, and yes, the limit fluctuates from person to person. Also I understand the feeling of completion, of believing in yourself, but this is one step further altogether. Only nine people have completed the race since its indoctrination in 1984; think about it - a race inspired by the man who tried to assassinate Martin Luther King Jr and the route he took on his breakout run from jail. Am I right in finding that slightly twisted? I'm surprised that no one has brought that up before as insensitive.
Whatever it is, it made me realise something; I have brought it up to myself many times before, but the role of the mind in situations like these. Mental over physical, always. I am reminded of the epic match recently between Novak Djokovic and Roger Federer. Roger seemed like a shoo in to win, being 3 match points up, and Djoko 2 sets down. But somehow, against ALL odds, Djoko came back to win the championship...and we can stand around scratching our heads but you know when it comes down to it Djokovic put his mind to its best to beat the legend who used to be No.1.
This also reminded me of my KL Volleyball tournament - we just didn't gel together as well as we could've. Granted, we were up for a bit of experimentation, and we didn't know each other or trust each other as we should - but I guess that's part of the learning process, and learn from it we shall. As for mind over matter, it's very true. I know there were points during a match where I felt, this is it, I can't run much further than this, and so I would watch in disbelief as the ball dropped inches from my feet as I made a vain attempt to shuffle towards its trail. But there were other times, where I felt the energy tapping in my toes, and I could deflect anything with a dig, roll or spike. And it just goes to show.
Am I an ultramarathoner? No siree. I don't think I have the motivation for that kind of run. Nor could I believe in myself to do something like that. Maybe one day, the thought will cross my mind. Never say never. For the people that do these things, it's them against themselves, the pressure is off for those around them. They are fighting those inner demons I believe, when they run. A friend of mine, told me that he engages in certain hobbies and activities because no one else does them - therefore there is no pressure between each other to be the best - and it's true, trying to be the best is putting a lot of pressure on yourself, but then can you drive yourself without others rallying around you? I couldn't see it before, but now the answer is clearly, YES. So much of us around us is self induced. It's amazing that we don't see it. Like the choice to be happy? If we objectively look at everything that stresses us out, 95% of the time, it is unnecessary - we are choosing to be stressed over it.
Again, the Barkley's Marathon is not my cup of tea, but I would consider myself extremely lucky should I ever be one to witness it. I shall gladly put it on my list of things to see/do before I die. Would things be different if everyone stopped to take time to think about how they affect themselves in their own minds? Very much so.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Indifferent
Know those days, when you don't really have feeling for anything? This is probably me as a result of being in physical pain. Hmmm well, playing 11 sets of volleyball quite simultaneously is pretty exhausting I have to say.
I hope this week, is just as good as the last, have more volleyball to look forward to, excepting the fact that I have strained a muscle in the nether regions. I was like, REALLY? why THERE of all places?? As long as I can play, I'm a happy camper. At least I don't have the stress of having to do my EE. That is done and dusted.
Moreover, I just wanted to talk about the difference one person can have; that's all it really takes. One of my really good friends, just raised a lot of awareness about the hunger strikes in the horn of Africa, and raised a very sizable sum of money for the cause, which is amazing. All from the initiative of one. Of course she had support and help, but she was essentially the brainchild behind the project. I am so so proud of her.
I am tired now. going to go sleep off this training.
I hope this week, is just as good as the last, have more volleyball to look forward to, excepting the fact that I have strained a muscle in the nether regions. I was like, REALLY? why THERE of all places?? As long as I can play, I'm a happy camper. At least I don't have the stress of having to do my EE. That is done and dusted.
Moreover, I just wanted to talk about the difference one person can have; that's all it really takes. One of my really good friends, just raised a lot of awareness about the hunger strikes in the horn of Africa, and raised a very sizable sum of money for the cause, which is amazing. All from the initiative of one. Of course she had support and help, but she was essentially the brainchild behind the project. I am so so proud of her.
I am tired now. going to go sleep off this training.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Subconscious.
It's scary how much your dreams can reveal about you. They say your subconscious is when your fears, wants and desires are set out most accurately for you, even though it is then when things are not what they seem. I remember my dream from last night (suprisingly) and I am scared/nervous/unsure of what I want. Life will be interesting over the following weeks then it seems.
This week was really rough, but towards the end, with a clear head, it just got better. So I have a feeling that next week will be even better, and that I will be able to achieve all the things I want to. That is, if I stick to schedule with this homework plan this weekend. That's already turning out massively well. If you can note the sarcasm there. Tonight I shall be in one of the most beautiful/classy/sophisticated places in Singapore, Marina Bay Sands. Not gonna lie. I am very excited. To the point where when I type it, it comes out looking lame like that.
I just bought the latest issue of Frankie, and therefore it is time to read the whole thing cover to cover, and waste even more time of my homework quota. Ahh, well I'll get to it sometime (:
Have a good weekend, and next week too! Hope everything turns out well for everyone!
<3 ciao.
This week was really rough, but towards the end, with a clear head, it just got better. So I have a feeling that next week will be even better, and that I will be able to achieve all the things I want to. That is, if I stick to schedule with this homework plan this weekend. That's already turning out massively well. If you can note the sarcasm there. Tonight I shall be in one of the most beautiful/classy/sophisticated places in Singapore, Marina Bay Sands. Not gonna lie. I am very excited. To the point where when I type it, it comes out looking lame like that.
I just bought the latest issue of Frankie, and therefore it is time to read the whole thing cover to cover, and waste even more time of my homework quota. Ahh, well I'll get to it sometime (:
Have a good weekend, and next week too! Hope everything turns out well for everyone!
<3 ciao.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Sometimes I feel like saying " Lord, I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need to see me through. I feel so dejected this weekend. So much has happened, or so it seems. I am tired, and stressed, have not got my work done. very very very stressed out indeed. I need some love, right now. I don't mean the romantic kind. Just someone to hold me and not let go.
I need to find the motivation to carry on with IB at this very moment. I can do it, but it seems tough and looming. ARGH.
Where do people go when they lose faith? I need the directions.
I need to find the motivation to carry on with IB at this very moment. I can do it, but it seems tough and looming. ARGH.
Where do people go when they lose faith? I need the directions.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Last Days of Summer
Sad story. I know. I can't believe it's finally here. The end of summer. That's it. This is my last summer before school ends and I'll never have a between grades summer. Next time it'll be between schools summer. And frankly, that freaks me out. A lot.
I still don't know where I'm going, I am glad for the epiphany that hit me in Grade Ten, but hopefully someone will be nice enough to provide me with another so I can really figure out where I want/should go. I'm thinking California is the place for me, yet I don't know. There is a growing fashion scene and I feel like my aesthetic could really go a long way there, what with the environment. Plus it is a home to the stars which makes for good exposure. The thing is people usually work in fashion capitals, to get to the stars, because stars don't come knocking on your door to wear your clothes. GAH. I feel like I'm going too much into this. I am aren't I?
I can't believe this is the last year, with all my friends from school. I am gonna miss them all so so so much. I am sad that I only got two years to know some of them, and the saddest part is some shall remain unknown. But that is life indeed.
I just want to make the most out of this year, I'm pumped to do my best in everything I try, and after mocks, I feel a certain sense of ease setting in. But it's not over til it's over.
Ah well, I just need to send a certain thanks to Summer 2011, you've been pretty darn amazing. I couldn't really have asked for much more. So danke. Everything that's happened has taught me something, and it's been surreal. I've had so many new experiences ;) all happening in the space of about seven weeks. I don't feel completely changed, but to a certain extent, renewed. Happy. Ready to start it all over again.
Here is what I did when I was procrastinating the end of my EE. That's right, you read right END OF EE MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I am 500 words away bitchez, even though I'm totes going to go over the word limit. I shall throw it in the face of my supervisor, who will be kind enough to assist me in cutting it down. Then life gets better/or worse depending on if she likes it or not. Oh well, at least I'm not like some who have done all of 400 words (you know who you are.) so I'm laughing except not really cause there's a pile of other work that I have been blatantly ignoring. So I gots to go get it all done. ART HELP ME.
It's loverly innit? It's my new desktop, with an antique wash over it, to give it even more of a boho vibe. Ah hopefully another shoot should be in the making soon, have been pretty dormant this summer with the sewing.
Ciao x
I still don't know where I'm going, I am glad for the epiphany that hit me in Grade Ten, but hopefully someone will be nice enough to provide me with another so I can really figure out where I want/should go. I'm thinking California is the place for me, yet I don't know. There is a growing fashion scene and I feel like my aesthetic could really go a long way there, what with the environment. Plus it is a home to the stars which makes for good exposure. The thing is people usually work in fashion capitals, to get to the stars, because stars don't come knocking on your door to wear your clothes. GAH. I feel like I'm going too much into this. I am aren't I?
I can't believe this is the last year, with all my friends from school. I am gonna miss them all so so so much. I am sad that I only got two years to know some of them, and the saddest part is some shall remain unknown. But that is life indeed.
I just want to make the most out of this year, I'm pumped to do my best in everything I try, and after mocks, I feel a certain sense of ease setting in. But it's not over til it's over.
Ah well, I just need to send a certain thanks to Summer 2011, you've been pretty darn amazing. I couldn't really have asked for much more. So danke. Everything that's happened has taught me something, and it's been surreal. I've had so many new experiences ;) all happening in the space of about seven weeks. I don't feel completely changed, but to a certain extent, renewed. Happy. Ready to start it all over again.
Here is what I did when I was procrastinating the end of my EE. That's right, you read right END OF EE MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I am 500 words away bitchez, even though I'm totes going to go over the word limit. I shall throw it in the face of my supervisor, who will be kind enough to assist me in cutting it down. Then life gets better/or worse depending on if she likes it or not. Oh well, at least I'm not like some who have done all of 400 words (you know who you are.) so I'm laughing except not really cause there's a pile of other work that I have been blatantly ignoring. So I gots to go get it all done. ART HELP ME.
It's loverly innit? It's my new desktop, with an antique wash over it, to give it even more of a boho vibe. Ah hopefully another shoot should be in the making soon, have been pretty dormant this summer with the sewing.
Ciao x
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Perspective.
That word is a funny, funny thing. I feel as if uttering it, can be the motivation to lose a sense of morals when preparing to embark on a knowingly stupid action, or it can be the way to slowly rebuild oneself after a series of weeks moping about the lost opportunities. In my case, I'm sad enough to say that I have experienced both.
But while perspective can help, it can also make you ponder the other side of it all - how insignificant am I really? One of my best friends showed me a song from Monty Python:
Whenever things get you down, things seem hard or tough, or people are stupid, obnoxious or daft, and you've feel like you've had quite enough:
Remember,
that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
My thoughts exactly. And so you begin to think (or at least I did) what difference am I going to make anyway? But then you could turn it around and say, whatever I do, I shouldn't take it overly seriously, because at the end of the day, your happiness is limited to you; you are the one that creates it, and it can be as large as you want it to be. So because you are free to create on your own path, it makes it all the easier to get to where you want to go - no pressure to be this or that. Unfortunately that's not really the case for a lot of us - most of us forget where we are in the bigger picture, and draw the screen pretty small til we're haystack covering the needle.
I feel like the past few days I've just been slogging away, and I want to enjoy the rest of summer, I mean I am, but its different than how I imagined. With everyone slowly filtering back into the Pore, I reckon it'll be pretty enjoyable soon. I am in desperate need of a ladies night, or something of the sort.
it's amazing how it was so fleeting, but that is the nature of summer indeed. It's crazy. I guess the best thing is to enjoy my time in Singapore while I can; there won't be that much more of it yet after 8 months. AAAAAAAH
I miss my friends. But they are all coming back in the next few daysss YAY. but I need to do my ee, common app, history work, chem revision, personal statement, english logs aaaaand deet the YAY.
so if anyone out there knows what I mean, I shall be tango-ing next Sunday. Cheers to that.
Supposed motivation to carry on with my EE - this is one of the dresses I will be analysing; tis pretty and exotic in my opinion. Hopefully one day, I'll be up there, putting my ideas to life on the runway. I can dream.
But while perspective can help, it can also make you ponder the other side of it all - how insignificant am I really? One of my best friends showed me a song from Monty Python:
Whenever things get you down, things seem hard or tough, or people are stupid, obnoxious or daft, and you've feel like you've had quite enough:
Remember,
that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
My thoughts exactly. And so you begin to think (or at least I did) what difference am I going to make anyway? But then you could turn it around and say, whatever I do, I shouldn't take it overly seriously, because at the end of the day, your happiness is limited to you; you are the one that creates it, and it can be as large as you want it to be. So because you are free to create on your own path, it makes it all the easier to get to where you want to go - no pressure to be this or that. Unfortunately that's not really the case for a lot of us - most of us forget where we are in the bigger picture, and draw the screen pretty small til we're haystack covering the needle.
I feel like the past few days I've just been slogging away, and I want to enjoy the rest of summer, I mean I am, but its different than how I imagined. With everyone slowly filtering back into the Pore, I reckon it'll be pretty enjoyable soon. I am in desperate need of a ladies night, or something of the sort.
it's amazing how it was so fleeting, but that is the nature of summer indeed. It's crazy. I guess the best thing is to enjoy my time in Singapore while I can; there won't be that much more of it yet after 8 months. AAAAAAAH
I miss my friends. But they are all coming back in the next few daysss YAY. but I need to do my ee, common app, history work, chem revision, personal statement, english logs aaaaand deet the YAY.
so if anyone out there knows what I mean, I shall be tango-ing next Sunday. Cheers to that.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Summer Loving
So summer's been pretty wild, and I can't complain about the course of events - life has been pretty mundane, since I got back to Singapore, but I have procrastination and the Extended Essay to blame for that - at least I've been out of the house every day. Maybe time to go zircs beserks this weekend, have been angling for a good beat to dance to, and to be frank I miss the sweaty, shoulder hugging camaraderie that was ever present at Rebel. As much as this clean living that I'm trying to pursue is making me feel good, I think nothing feels better, than letting loose. But I need to hit the gym tomorrow, for sure. No doubts there.
So the art gallery - it's a classy little thing in Holland Village, all tai tai and white airy walls. That sort of malarky. I mean it's fun, love the girls I work with - they make the job a riot, or as much as it can be. Not to mention that the boss is really intent on me learning things - he makes me sit in on all his phone calls, so I can absorb what he is saying (usually screaming down) at the poor soul on the other end of the line. But I love it. So its all good. I just wish the hours were a little shorter. I am really grateful for it. It'll be worth it in the long run.
Summer has been pretty decent to me - I can't complain (: I love my life, it's taught me stuff the hard way a lot of the time, but believe me, I've learnt, and I'm doing things for myself and it feels so good. I feel renewed in a way. Just as clean living is all for me - so I look and feel my best.
I think I'm in a place, where I can begin to appreciate the little things we all take forgranted - and that really helps once you're in a rut. Because if we can all just appreciate life's little pleasures, that turn up so often in ways that are flagrant but to those who choose to notice, we would all choosing to be living a happier life. This morning itself, I smiled at the sun on my face. I think it's one of those things you love, like when a dear old friend writes or turns up unexpectedly. ah well, I think I'm just happy, in a nutshell, if you didn't understand all of the above.
Just so little time, so much to do, I'd rather spend my day with you. (at this point it needs to be Ashley Isham for my EE...) oh god.
ciao.
So the art gallery - it's a classy little thing in Holland Village, all tai tai and white airy walls. That sort of malarky. I mean it's fun, love the girls I work with - they make the job a riot, or as much as it can be. Not to mention that the boss is really intent on me learning things - he makes me sit in on all his phone calls, so I can absorb what he is saying (usually screaming down) at the poor soul on the other end of the line. But I love it. So its all good. I just wish the hours were a little shorter. I am really grateful for it. It'll be worth it in the long run.
Summer has been pretty decent to me - I can't complain (: I love my life, it's taught me stuff the hard way a lot of the time, but believe me, I've learnt, and I'm doing things for myself and it feels so good. I feel renewed in a way. Just as clean living is all for me - so I look and feel my best.
I think I'm in a place, where I can begin to appreciate the little things we all take forgranted - and that really helps once you're in a rut. Because if we can all just appreciate life's little pleasures, that turn up so often in ways that are flagrant but to those who choose to notice, we would all choosing to be living a happier life. This morning itself, I smiled at the sun on my face. I think it's one of those things you love, like when a dear old friend writes or turns up unexpectedly. ah well, I think I'm just happy, in a nutshell, if you didn't understand all of the above.
Just so little time, so much to do, I'd rather spend my day with you. (at this point it needs to be Ashley Isham for my EE...) oh god.
ciao.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
PHOTOSHOOT.
Here is a small look at the Bohemia Lookbook - THE FIRST EVER. Technically it's just a random mishmash of everything I could put together so far (minus one or two pieces) but it's majorly exciting...so enjoy (:
So this is it. (:
Personally I despise the shots of myself (I want to reshoot that white dress - it's too short!) but the other girls are looking pretty darn good. Feel free to leave your thoughts behind. Right now I'm cooking up a storm with new designs for a themed collection. To be coming soon....
CIAO.
So this is it. (:
Personally I despise the shots of myself (I want to reshoot that white dress - it's too short!) but the other girls are looking pretty darn good. Feel free to leave your thoughts behind. Right now I'm cooking up a storm with new designs for a themed collection. To be coming soon....
CIAO.
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