Whhheeee!

Credits to: Libraryman in Flickr

Yay!

Finally something to be happy about in these moments of darkness -

pb is in! (or at least, i know the amount for now...)

it's morrre than i expected, and i'm grateful for what i have :)

Now, for that yummy dslr..

Bad Day

photo credits: http://www.hahastop.com/pictures/Bad_Hair_Day.htm

Bad Hair-y Day

You know you're having one of THOSE days,
when things go awesomely wrong-
when you finally manage to deposit your cash into your blaaaardy account, and realise that
on the day of the event, it's fully booked.
and it's your birthday somemore.

and you have already come up in your head of those awesomely gorgeous ideas,
that will go all awry.

Oh, and this added to the myriad of things flashing by you,
such as:
1. a kick-ass parrner (not talking about my boyfriend but my vendor)
2. a tumultaneous workstation that stares at you every mornign
3. unrelentless phonecalls from ppl u were unable to reach previously but now when u're bogged down with 1346776523247 things to do, they call
4. banks that call u and invite you oh-so-nicely to get their SPECIAL promotional card/insurance/insert-moolah-earning-commission-for-the-rude-telemarketeers-who-call-you but when you try to call them for emergencies, such as lost PIN or lost card, u get the nonchalent 'sorry, we're experiencing high call volume'
5. weird people who miss call you, but when u call back, they yell 'who are you? how did u get my number?'
6. absolutely fantastic condo management who doesn't understand the terms 'customer service'
7. and a poor bf who's nursing an illness and unable to listen to my rumbles (but cant blame him)

i'm so bitchy and tired of the random nonsensical things that like to spring oh-so-suddenly huge surprises on me.

spare me pls.

credits to http://drf.teflonminne.se/2005/12/15/arets-tva-mest-efterblivna-amobor-har-utsetts/

Thanks to your overwhelming awesomeness and magnamity,
I'm absolutely humbled.

You should go piss off.

Make that all of you.

image credits: www.davidbithell.com

Of Space and Liminality

Was rummaging through online pictures when I found this picture very inspiring.
Somehow, it seems to describe and depict how I feel inside.
Messy. Liminal. Yet Empty.

I see a mess and also an empty space in this picture. Probably describes things in my head too.

The past weeks have been so busy, and finally the Dance Competition for the under 13s kicked off last Saturday.
Somehow, seeing those cute and funky kids dance their way to the championship made EVERYTHING all worth it. I guess, as a goal-oriented person, this is extremely important to me.

I was really inspired by their energy and passion for life,
and started contemplating about life,
about how I was so driven by I-don't-know-what-kinda-force in uni, joining events and fulfilling all my interests.
and now i look at my life, i feel so shallow.

wakeup-gotowork-eatbreakfast-typepapers-gomeetings-eatlunch-typepapers-freshair-breatheforafewmoments-typepapers-gohome-playiphone-eatdinner-(insert stoning activity such as mahjong, texas hold'em, reading, writing, looking out the window with a roll of paper...)-sleep.

i started monday morning bright and chirpy...and it's wednesday, and it's gonna be down hill.

i'm exhausted, uninspired, unnerved, un... un... unsure.

what's life about? a mundane cycle?
it's eating me up.

oh yes, and of liminality.
of grey areas.
why do things always have to be black OR white?
can't they be black and white?
why must we ALWAYS know what we are doing?
why can't we just sit on our decisions and NOT feel bad?
why does life get SO complicated as the age shoots up exponentially?
why can't I just stop wondering about life?

Sometimes, I take lifts and as the lift more often than not opens at almost every other floor, before my floor,
I create and imagine the characters coming into the lift,
with their own life stories,
with their own preoccupations,
flaws, hiccups, weaknesses, soft spots.

And then I imagine ways to cheer them up (cos people always look so glum/uncomfortable when sharing the lift)

and then it's my turn to get out of the lift.

Understand my point?
No?
It's alright. Neither do I.

Grumpsie
Izzy