I never thought I was very creative, my imagination resided always in too many boxes. In my mind I was just someone who occasionally tried to draw or enjoyed framing bits of life, but I wouldn’t say that it was it was fueled by an infinite bubble of whirling ideas in my head, definitely not.
Only now do I feel a strange yearning for an arty output. I want to draw and paint and write, I want to bring my camera out and bother people with my creepy shots. I want to watch movies, I want to read an adventure, talk with some juice and sing. I re-read my blogs in an attempt to feel again the feelings I managed to put in words or an image.
Thanks to UWA, I’m being intellectually stimulated in ways I lacked before and I adore it. I never thought I’d feel unbalanced. Who would’ve guessed?
Its been said that absence makes the heart grow fonder, I never expected to fully understand it with the missing of creative expression. I love school, but I can’t wait to put all that has inspired me in my own forms, my own artistic pieces.
I feel like I found a lost friend, its lovely.
I had a really good day today!
Met Josepg after what feels like ages, laughed a lot, talked a lot. As usual I trudged behind as he shopped, me talking loudly about his future child’s poverty if he kept spending on shirts. We had a funny moment where I thought this other guy was him so I just stood there waiting with my phone out and he suddenly appeared to drag me away, wondering why I was just standing there for that long. It was hilarious.
Oh and he said this
Me (at some decorations) ‘How is pink in any way Christmassy?’
Josepg ‘Maybe because it’s an off-red.’
Josepg ‘WHAT I’m trying to justify..it!’
I still can’t decide whether or not he made sense.
Then I had school which was really interesting, and after Amanda and I (unsuccessfully) searched Tiong Bahru plaza for some eclairs. Oh but it was our last lesson with our tutor Danny, that was sad. He was good. It is sad.
Now it’s 4am and I shall sleep. Here’s to the rest of the week being good too! I pray.
I try to drink in every bit of Christmas spirit I can find in this country, though its getting increasingly difficult to harvest anything genuine from the abundance of commercial intentions. Nothing irks me like ‘HITACHI’ glaring underneath every set of Christmas lights.
Studying is great when information is smoothly understood. As an added bonus too, now that I’ve been practicing, my handwriting significantly easier to read! Now to actually understand the questions I have to answer…..
When Chloe and I had dinner a while back.
Procrastination is a disease that has infiltrated my very bones.
I’m sick and feeling quite awful with a sore throat and hot eyes, but I can’t stop scrolling through Tumblr because my head is too dull to keep myself happy.
My one moment of genius.
I smudged it so now my thigh has a huge black ink mark.
Creepy photos of myself I send to my boyfriend. This one says, ‘I SEE YOU ALWAYS WHILE LOOKING SURPRISED’.
‘You have an ulcer, I have an ulcer.’ Our version on the romantic ‘bird’ line, except only he has the ulcer. I just pretend for support.
My faces at school.
Baby tweety messy table is in Perth and is going to buy fudge back. YAY FUDGE!
10m turned 1h25m ‘excuse not to study’ call with Ankita
Playing with Ari’s hair cause mine is too short
Supper with Keane and Joel, Mum joined us eventually
'Who is eating who is eating I'm hungryyyyy!!'
I planned to study tonight so obviously everything is ten times funnier than usual. I’ve laughed myself to hysterical tears and sniffling to two retold stories and quite a few gifs, this being one of them. In the midst of my choking/giggles I’ve decided to procrastinate still more (at 12.10AM) and play a bit of dress up for no one but myself. It is a FANTASTIC night.
both outwardly in conversation and in my own mind.
Depending on whichever situation or topic, the voice in my mind changes in tone, accent, speed. I speak fast and eager in expression, to what I believe in, what I am determined to find out and what I plan to do. I actually have goals and at this point, talking is the closest I can get to these imagined dreams. I have so much longing that there is constant chatter, always visuals being conjured to how I’d be, how I’d look and react, what I’d do.
I want to tell stories, those I’ve built to become and the foundation of them, consisting of what I’ve already dug up.
I’ve had great pleasure in having really good conversations in the past three days with Nicole, Ankita and Michelle. All of which ended sooner than I’d prefer, but I’m really glad I had all of them.
More to come, I hope!
I love it when my legs look (un)fairly toned. It definitely isn’t because I am the least fit person in the world, but it’s nice when good lighting cheats it’s way through. ABOUT TIME AGAIN TONIGHT! With dear Nicole, I’m so excited my legs are shaking more violently than usual.
Better than I dreamed. I’ve decided to close an eye regarding ticket prices, and spend to watch this again. With the bit of money I’ve set aside for treats, this makes me feel more than new clothes ever would.
Rearranging some views in my mind regarding what’s worth spending for and what isn’t.