“I love the fact that elder women in the mediterranean countries maintain their traditional elegance and still take their time to dress up and put their best jewels on and the best coat they have and go on a walk with their husbands, girlfriends, dogs, cats.. for a show-off and don’t abandon themselves because of the years.”
–a reader’s comment on “On the Street….Enriqueta Cosculluel, Barcelona” (23rd Nov, 2009)
Clothes and dressing up is a way of life. A way of looking at life.
I’m officially haunted. By a very persistent ghost — the exams.
There I was, lying on the bed full of readings (about the philosophy of Physical Geography, mind you!) and I slowly fell asleep. Or so I thought…
Until I got reminded of the exam I sat for earlier..and my little brain decided to come up with alternative answers in my sleep.
So much for quality rest.
And nope, this is not the first time this happened.
Just today morning (or rather, yesterday morning), I woke up before the alarm got off at 4.30am cos my subconscious mind decided to do a little debate about “scales”, which made me jump out of bed, almost literally.
I’m not overtly worried about the lack of sleep actually.
I’m more concern about the possible pending dark eye circles and fine lines.
Hand me the eye cream. now.
or somebody’s gonna get hurt.
ok. not funny.
I’m rambling..which is not surprising right.
Just before the exams today, I grabbed my hair and proclaimed, “Why don’t he not ask us about the philosophical strands and all..why don’t he ask us about shoes and bags and clothes!?!”
and when I was offered muffins, I stupidly said, “I can’t eat, I feel like vomiting..and since I have butterflies in my stomach, I may be vomiting flying butterflies”.
That was when my friend looked around and said, “She’s going crazy..”
Oh yes. I agree.
P.s. I just came up with a question about fashion.
“With reference to a fashion icon/item in the post-world war two period, explain how the significance of that particular era influenced and shaped the emergence of that fashion icon/item.”
I fantasize about having such questions during exams (I will approach the question with reference to the 2.55 and how it has feminist underpinnings in its creation).. see, I told you fashion is far from frivolous.
And i think that mean i’m this close to crazy.
#629 When it feels like the lyrics to the song you’re listening to were written just for you.
Music is the food for my soul.
Have got an exam later and I asked my sister, “What should I wear?”
Her response, “It’s the exam period..no one cares.”
Looks like I’ve become a “no one”.
And my dreams are getting weirder– they seem to make sense at first, but after awhile, it becomes a party with everyone I know appearing randomly.
That goes to show I’m missing people.
Been stuck at home for way too long.
Hopefully, I will survive the exams. Conquer and thrive.
Then I can get back to ogling fashion-y stuff and food porn with no guilt. Plus, get my brain into thinking about my wardrobe. It shouldn’t remain stagent for too long..
And if any kind souls out there with contacts in the fashion industry, please let me know of any opening for internships. Yes, I will willingly work for free. Or rather, I see that as working for my future.
(credits to bittersweet1424)
Today, I finally gotten round to knowing the reason why I didn’t contact you when I was stranded in Heathrow. Strange to have myself answering my question, the question I asked myself then and there. A good 5 months ago.
Somehow, perhaps, deep down, I knew. That we won’t go far.
And I was right.
Perhaps, however, thinking I know what will come next makes me unadventurous . Or perhaps, I love myself too much to venture into possible pain.
Love for self can be seen as confidence, arrogance and what have you.. But I think it more importantly creates the wall.
The wall that protects the self, and prevents the other(s) from entering.
The wall may come down, eventually.. perhaps.
Perhaps when the other(s) proves to be worth the while.
Or perhaps, when the other(s) turn out to be the wonderwall of the self.
Experience without science is shallower,
science without experience is hollower.
–Trudgill
And I found my new-fave past time! Pissing my dog off by waking him up so that he can play play with me. I won’t deny that I could possibly be the most annoying person it has ever met.
I say that school’s a battlefield..cos I’m nowhere close to being a top student, and less-than-desirable grades never fail to make me feel like crap.
So when I woke up to my fave friend’s sms reading “Let’s have lunch?”, I jumped out of bed. Yup, I needed to get my mind off school and the exams, and my bad grades.
You, yes, you, showed me how I have much to be grateful about. School may not be going well, and I think I won’t want to do thesis anymore..but all that’s not going well is not everything that defines me, isn’t it?
I have to shamefully admit that a few nights ago, I was almost in tears, wondering if I should just stop the Honour’s prog and file for graduation.. but if I were to do that, I realise it will be a regret I will have to face for a long long time.
The grades may not be good in the end, but I won’t want to give up without putting on a good fight.
So thank you, my fave friend, for putting up with my rantings, for showing me the way back to where I belong before I lose focus, for reminding me that we all need a little patience.
I am not a good student, but I’m much more a student.
Shoes are great ice-breakers for girls.
You don’t know each other, and then suddenly you’ve got something to talk about for hours and hours. I’d bet some of the greatest friendships were born from a pair of pumps.
– From garance dore
Let’s face it. It’s the time of the semester of which I feel guilty doing anything, except when spending time with my readings and notes. The week of horror. The need to constantly tell youself it’s ok to be stuck at home for the entire week. The need to reassure yourself that you have a brain that works. The need to stop panicking.
I know I will miss times like these when I look back in future, but now, I just wanna lie on the grass under the sky and watch the little puffy clouds float pass..
In fact, I wanna do anything except studying.. so I felt the need to look for happy things to make myself happy and smiley..(bad mood does not do good to natural radiance and glow)
Was looking through “1000 Awesome things” and found some random awesome things that make me happy too!
#733 Laughing so hard you make no sound at all
#731 An inbox of personal emails when you wake up in the morning
I especially love emails that make me laugh at my screen!
#706 The moment at a concert when the crowd figures out what song they’re playing
#704 Taking the price tag off in one clean peel
I’m extremely guilty of this.. cos I’m that anal..
#701 When you hit the point where you’re comfortable farting around each other
So far, no one.. except my dog.
#696 Actually pointing out a constellation in outer space
I’m clueless about stars and all..but I love getting lost under the blanket of stars, just admiring the beauty of the unknown.
#692 Eating the crusts of the sandwich first to save the middle part for last
I do this every single morning.. and when I apply the chunky peanut butter, I will put the chunks of peanuts in the middle. Mmmm.. save the best for the last..yummy.
#691 When you flip to a radio station just as a song you love is starting
#687 Turning off all the lights during a thunderstorm
#678 Sneaking cheaper candy into the movie theater
#670 When a stranger walks by and offers to take a picture of you and the person you’re with
I hate taking pictures, but there are always exceptions.
#660 Stomping dry crunchy leaves on the sidewalk
#651 When the phone rings and it’s somebody you were just thinking about
Which doesn’t happen cos I don’t pick up calls..ironically..
I see a little hint of light, the little motivation I have been looking for.
5 weeks to Christmas, and I’m counting down…the smell, the sight, the touch, the taste and the sound of Christmas.
And probably because it almost marks the end of the year, when you can pat yourself on the shoulders and go phew.. This year has been a crazy year with lotsa excitement packed in the beginning, and then came the withdrawal symptoms from the fun, the little heart ache, the workload.
So yes, I’m looking forward to Christmas, a season of sugar, spice and everything nice…
Psst. I was looking throught this briefly, and I think you should too. –1000 Awesome things
For this week, I will be a true-believer of the Placebo effect.
I will be motivated. I will work. And I will thrive.
*whip whip* work it, Jaslin.
I’m finding it hard to breathe. But I’ll try.
When I have more than school on my mind, it’s difficult.
I need a shoulder to cry on. A little some time ago.
I hope people are more than the mistakes they make.
And I still hope that one day, I’ll find someone who’ll teach me how to trust and love wholeheartedly again.
“Fathers be good to your daughters, daughters will love like you do..”–John Mayer
I’m suppose to be doing my work. But I got caught up with all the pictures I took in Italy.
The breath-taking beauty of the place can’t be justified through pictures.
The love they have for life, for food, for love.
La dolce vita.
..just like it would be.
The last day of class. The calm before the next storm (read: exams).
But it was good.
The company, the laughter.
And the best mod of my uni life thus far.
I long to lie under the cover of night sky.
Watching the stars.
Without a care.
I would love to greet you when I see you.
But there’s one thing holding me back– the company you keep.
If it’s true that you’re the company you keep, I have to say I’m far from being impressed.
And after what happned last night, I guess it jolted me back to realities. To rethink about priorities.
Psst. If I look tired and distracted, please pardon me. These days have been crazy. Especially last night.
Spending time over lunch with 2 of my favourite people, just laughing at random silly stuff, sipping ice-cold milk tea under crazy air-conditioning and the heavy downpour outside made me very contented.
The visit to the make-up counters helped make me smiley (eh, make-up is an art, and I need colours for inspiration; and it’s my personal belief that besides education, skincare is the next best personal investment).
Painting my nails in the fierce red (erm, yes..again) made me feel more empowered.
I cry. I hate. I confront. I defy. I smile. I laugh. I love. I conquer.
I can never deny that I’m dramatic.
And that’s how I show my love for life. So, what you see, is what you get. No time for little games, I’m afraid.
Psst. I think this is quite sexy. Click at your own risk…kidding. The song ain’t impressive, but some of the girls are smoking hot.
I was mindlessly listening to Luther Vandross’s “Dance with my father”.
It sudden hit upon me that was quite a perfect moment, no need for elaborate ambience, no need for pretentious company and topics for conversations.
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