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.  

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.