Walking in the winter wonderland...

Relinquished beautiful dream.

I've probably lived in self denial all this while, but that is the easiest way to live.

Today, the sense of nostalgia threw me over yet again.

I miss those days. But things will never be the same again, will it?

Look forward and move on already...

Started the car and engaged the reverse gear immediately. For the first time ever an auto car died on me. Hidden innuendo it seems.

IMU.

Life's not all about fun. Note That.

Disorder?

I can't stop thinking of shopping. Sometimes I can't stop shopping. But the consolation is I still consider prices.

h e l p .

I realized that I cannot be tied down, for long, whatever it may be.

That is rather scary.

Truth or not?

Sometimes you really wonder if friends truly enjoy your company, or they actually like the convenience of having your four wheeler around more, with you becoming an extra, a mere operator.

It might seem as though I'm having doubts on the establishment of the friendship, but this issue itself says something about how your friend(s) value/treat you in the first place. In the end, both are placed in a difficult spot.

All standing there after a gathering, waiting for the other party to say something first. One wants but doesn't say, while the other doesn't want but doesn't know how to say. Sounds familiar? You bet. Suddenly any forms of laughter previously evolved to silence, awkwardness. Instantly.

I truly understand how some around me feel now, and I don't ever want to make them feel like this. It is definitely not an obligation, responsibility. Just backfiring of one's initial consideration for others.

It doesn't pay to be nice?
I'm reciprocal. And I can go to the ends of the world for friends, provided...
If you know what I mean. It takes the efforts of two.

It's probably all in the communication process/method/style. Occupational hazard it must be, I hope I'm mistaken.

Ankle's a lot better today, all thanks to Daddy dearest and family's concern. <3
Friends too!
This incident made me realized that my threshold for pain, apart from heels, is really not too high after all.

It's starting to get harder and more tiring. Will have to pull through. Just 5 more weeks to go!

All's done. I shall just cross my fingers and wish for the best now.
US of the A, I want to see you this time, next year.

It appears to be that whenever I have an unhappy post as the latest entry, I would want to write about happier things and push the unhappy entries into archives. I guess being cheerful, bubbly, excessively talkative, optimistic fun-loving and always smiling suits me more! This is the real me, oh yes it is! =D

Forlon.

I sprained my ankle,

and


it's project week ( deadlines, reports, presentations)





Wonderful ain't it?





Are my parts really irrelevant? Do they not matter? Whatever it is, there's effort put into it. But I guess, people don't really care. The truth hurts. I'm over sensitive, let me be. No one truly cares anyway.





Someone said that apart from the facade, I'm actually a closet emo. ( As much as I hate that word) Maybe.





Listen before judging, put oneself in other's shoes. Understanding is the word.


Words can kill.





Emotional torment is worse than physical pain. Much worse.





Don't confront me. I'm only human.

come be my sweet surrender.

Just wanna be happy.

A little thinker...

I made a friend today. She is pretty, tall, smart, very intellectual, speaks with a wonderful accent and has such a lovable personality. She is almost perfect and it is just impossible to hate her. Jealousy is another story altogether. I like her already, so very much.

As I look around me, I see people around my age working hard for a degree, and apart from that, they are carving out a niche for themselves. Blogshops, Modelling, Photography, Materializing business ideas and just something different, something they love doing.
But when I observed the working professionals at Raffles Place just now, I realized that they all carry with them the same expression, as if devoid of emotions, the burden of the world on their shoulders. Some sitting along having a quick puff/bite or two, others rushing along, either on their mobiles or appearing seemingly deep in thoughts. At this point in time, I was stumped, freaked out. To me, they looked like they are being forced to conform to the order of the society and are thus losing themselves gradually. I looked up and saw lights streaming out from little stacked-up glass pigeon holes that pierce through the cloudless dark night sky.

Do I want to be like them? Definitely not. Do I have a choice? Will I end up like this? I don't know.

As I looked further into the distance, something comforting and promising caught my eye. 2 outstanding models dressed in full white, posing avant garde style, the sound of the shutter emitting in continuous mode from a young photographer wanting to achieve perfection, the vibrancy and enthusiasm of 2 creative/art directors looking on and the wonderful dynamics of the entire team created an invisible glow and aura wherever they went. People turned, looked in awe and spoke in whispers, good things I hope. And ahhhh,I hear it. I'm part of them. My group mates and fellow friends they are.

From envisioning how our campaign will look like, to the choosing of models, clothes, finding suitable makeup/ hairdos, determining the exact location for various shoots and taking into account mise-en-scene with the lighting problem constantly bugging us, thinking of appropriate poses for models, and finally seeing what I visioned and imagined to unfold and materialize right before my eyes. It's a magical feeling and I had so much fun being involved in every aspect of it.

Although we all had different art directions, takes and vision on how the ads should be conceptualized, I am highly intrigued by the many ideas and perceptions that are produced, with each being so unique and creative.

Planning, art direction, materializing, I love it all. Being in the creative industry is definitely not a piece of cake, with it all being so subjective, fluid and more of a 'soft-skill,' all taken with a stroke of luck and opportunity. Everyone is and can be creative. But who knows until you've tried it right? I'm looking forward to the end result, all the while excited. This is one awesome module, with the scenario being closest to the real world out there, away from the shelters of Kent Ridge.

In Year 1 sem 1 I built a model after reading thru scenes in the script. In Year 1 sem 2 I went to the Zoo and tried to communicate with Otters. Now in Year 2 sem 1 I tried my hands at advertising, both the theory and creative aspect. I wonder what's in store next sem?

Things definitely change when one gives in his/her best when doing it, with a happy mindset! It's easier this way too, as compared to lamenting about the shortchanges in life.

I'm off to find my niche now!

Passion, find it, live it.

the word STRESS is being brought to a whole new level. And it's only Monday.
Threading on deadlines and thrill pill suddenly doesn't seem so alluring anymore.

Hopefully photoshoot runs smoothly later!

In times like this, I need to shop.
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