Week of Discoveries

Amidst all the work and pressure staggering the few weeks before assignment deadline, here are some things/musics/books/thingamabobs that I have stuck in my head.

 

i am on this life stage of wanting to mark my skin with ink for a purpose, because all of these homemade tattoos by Miso are just so beautiful in its form of femininity and subtlety. Dad’s probably not gonna approve, but who knows in 5 more years if I am still on this stage, I’ll dive head first.

or probably just going through the whole young adult process.

Finished the Divergent series in two days and i was sad and heart broken on closing the last book, but regained my sense and accepts the ending as it is this morning. 1) I love the series. I truly do. And knowing Shailene Woodley and Theo James as Tris and Four made the whole reading experience more enjoyable; because I personally think they fit the bill perfectly. 2) I understand where Veronica (the author) was coming from in concluding the series and I appreciate how she wrote an explanation on the whole “controversial ending” for us lost soul. It was still a well written book, with some worthwhile values to digest and remember. Overall, i have come in peace with the ending. Though I won’t object at all if it is written differently, in a happier life scale.:’) Now I can’t wait for the movie next spring!

Monday’s boring. Back to work. Have a nice week. x

ps : ONE MONTH TIL CHRISTMAS Y’ALL. 

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21st

Well hello strangers.
I’ve been good, if having 3 months of summer break sounds appealing. I owed the lack of my proper blog post to the infamous Internet connection and a Mac that refuses to boot up and finally died on me. But still, it’s not them, it’s me.
Finally updating the space on my birthday eve to contribute to my “special day commemoration” tradition, so as to still make this blog worth to look back at once in a while. I’m kidding. Maybe.

4th of September marks the birth of moi and the day French marched on the revolution of their country. In different eras of course. When I think about the French revolutionary era, I wonder what twenty-one years do with their life. They sure as hell don’t have Internet back then, which is considerably a blessing towards their mundane activity. I wonder if they run around the fields of lavender and make romantic poetry to court a lady. And I wonder if they wonder how life would be in the next century.

To think of having so many things at our disposal these days, the way we live so conveniently and at ease, sometimes I’m not sure if there is actually anything that I’m lacking of. I may not yet figure out how I will live my life, dang, I’m still thinking of my thesis next term. But I’m grateful for the opportunity I’ve been given to study, live and experience life abroad. I may not yet found somebody to be my rock in rough times, but I’m grateful to be surrounded by flocks of wonderful friends and family. And I may not be the most intact and glorious shit in this planet, but I’m grateful for my twenty-one years of existence.
And heeey, Universe, I’m planning to stay here a little longer yeah? :)

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So yeah, I’m twenty-one and desperately single. I’m kidding. Maybe.

Happy birthday you lucky lucky one.

Finding Zen

 

Life can be overwhelming at times. With the never ending cycle of activity, or with non existent pace of the surroundings;  finding peace, finding tranquility, finding your inner voice can be something that is crucial to make life itself easier and happier.

 

“You should sit in meditation for twenty minutes a day – unless you’re too busy, you should sit for an hour.” 

-Old Zen Adage

Fades

Hello there, Happy belated easter for you who celebrates, and it’s April! :)

I’ve been off and about a little bit during the easter holiday (in which I’ve only one week left now, class resumes next week). I went to Manchester, Newcastle, Edinburgh, and London for 10 days, and in between I was so lucky to be able to watch two of The Script’s concert. So yes, today I feel like I want to write a bit about the gigs and how I feel about it.

Let’s be honest, I’m a massive The Script fan, and a massive Jason Mraz fan. I’ve been since I was in ump-teen age and I follow their journey throughout. Truthfully,back in the days when you are living in a city where presumably no concert of any artist their scale is ever going to be held in, there’s nothing much to fangirl about. So when I move to Singapore to study, everything is new and exciting, you get bands artists celebrities; you name it; coming to the town one at a time. So I started to follow concerts and gigs in the city and become very much familiar with queueing for front row, meeting new friends with minds (and idols) alike, and all that post concert withdrawal stuff. My first concert was The Script in Fort Canning Park back in 2011, where I went alone and seriously enjoyed myself. It was the lads’ second album, and they weren’t as famous as they are with only few songs stuck in public’s head. But there you go, it was a pretty much an unforgettable first experience and the euphoria rang through for a week or so.

Skip to now, where I’m in UK to further up my study, there is even more possibilities of gigs, arenas, stadiums, showcases, or namely TV show to participate in. Thus when The Script had their UK arena tour, I know I can manage to watch not just one show. And so I did. I basked in the glory of watching my favorite Irish band pretty up close twice. I caught them in Manchester, queued from 10.30 AM to 6 PM with cold bum and it was St. Paddy’s Day as well! Second was in London, purposely got the sitting seats because we arrived late from Newcastle. Overall; was it amazing? Yes. Was the crowd fun? Undoubtedly. How was the queueing period? Same old pain in the ass. Did I had post concert synd? Oh dear yes.

Then?

For me, every song holds memories. It struck me when I was missing something and I hear the particular song, all the nostalgia feeling rushed back like waves of emotions. It felt like I was walking down the same road 2 years ago. A very odd and real deja-vu. But then by now, I have listened to The Script’s album over and over and over again, without realising how it unconsciously saturated the memories it held for me. This, only until recently I discovered when I watch the concert footages I took. It’s just so clear where the line disconnected. Even if I sing along to every word of the songs when I played it on iTunes, I am now dying to get back all the feeling that was there when I listened to Nothing, The Man Who Can’t Be Moved, and even lot of other songs from other artists. Because when I hear those songs that I loved so much that I “over-listened”, there were no longer any attachments or memories in it. There was only a vague fragments of how; when; where did I feel so good listening to this song.. It’s just really hard to picture the whole thing back again.Now, it’s just a teenie bit of sadness. Not that I no longer love the songs, I will still go to their gig, buy their albums, and continue being a loyal fan, but wouldn’t it be just great if we can forever retain the memories in a song?

Maybe there’s some kind of explanation behind this. Or I’m just being silly.

 

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Ps: It was really hard deciding to continue writing this post because I was just not sure if you’ll get what I mean.. but whatever. 

 

 

Peacetime Resistance

Feeling the comfort of eyes is your sole intention
We all wanna be understood unconditionally
But you have to realize that a viewer needs distance
And the moment your wall melts down the inside is outside

Maybe way back in the past, when people were different
Shortening bonds made them last
Now we emphasize our difference
We have been enrolled one by one for peacetime resistance
And we’re fighting our battles alone

We’ve got four eyes, so why yearn for one perspective?
We’ve got colours with shades erased when blended
We’ve got four eyes, so why yearn for one perspective?
We’ve got colours, but they disappear when blended

Kings of Convenience

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Buxton, Derbyshire 

Getting overwhelmed by the pace of life recently. Almost two months residing in the UK, finally getting used to things and weather.. God knows why my sinusitis miraculously managed to survive through thick snow and wind here. Uni has been great and homework is (finally) coming into my life again after years. Not sure whether to feel excited or not about that.

Life here is peaceful, serene, and tranquil. The total opposite of bustling Singapore. In my town there’s no grandeur shopping mall or a commercial cinema. Probably explains why it’s very quiet here. If feeling a little bit town-ish that day, we need to ride train or bus to the neighboring town and spend a whole day there. Saying I don’t miss the metropolitan life in Singapore would be a total BS, considering friends and everything familiar is scattered within distance there. Homesick is inevitable for us international students. 7 hours of time difference doesn’t make things easier too.

But then again, time makes things goes by. Missing things isn’t a bad thing. It just serves as a reminder that you had a great time back there. Thus I’m striving to be grateful thoroughly of what I have now. It all starts with the little things, really. I love how people are so friendly in my town. I love my University. I love the cakes here! I love jacket potatoes and beans. I love tea now, it’s getting to me so bad I have to drink a cuppa everyday. I love charity shoppings, so cheap to the point I can’t believe it. I love the fact I have my own room now, which I crazy decorated with stuffs. I love looking at caucasian toddlers everywhere. I love the parks and gardens here. I love the weather, I honestly don’t miss the scorching hot tropical sun so much. I love how I live in such close proximity to big towns where all the happenings happened. So many things I love in UK, but I suppose it’s still too early to say I love UK in whole. We’ll keep that for future reference. :’)

And yeah, I’ve been adjusting, and I still am adjusting. I bet there’s still so many things to discover in near days, so I’ll try my best to keep this space alive. Though it’s not easy in so many circumstances.. (eep excuses here we go)

Talk to you loves soon. x :)