hello.

Countdowns have lost its meaning to me. I miss the old days and times when it used to be a few dear ones doing random stuff. But now it seems like everything's changed and also everyone has their +1 to care for.

2011 has been great and I do not want to do anything that I don't feel like on the last day of the year.

So guess what? Yes. I'm going home to an empty house and just be totally ztt for the night without needing to care about anything. :)

you know how in the movies, once this person finds his/her dream and passion, this greater purpose, how he/she forsakes everything else for that purpose?

just suddenly, everything else seems not as important, and everything falls away, and this something in you click, that jigsaw falls into place, and you finally understand.

and theres no turning back when you've been called. i'd gladly answer and give my everything.

have i mentioned how much i adore this tv series?

just finished last week's episode.. and i love how relatable each character is. that at the end of the day... you watch the show and you just feel like you are part of them.. the feelings are so.. raw.

no matter what we go through in life, there is one thing that keeps us going back or going in circles - love. In the family, between spouses, between ex-husbands, brothers and sisters, colleagues.

And love is the superglue that keeps each character in their own place, how they struggle and triumph, with love. and at the end of the day, you watch their lives unfold before you and you cant help feeling overwhelmed, because love is powerful, and transferrable from a person to next.

i just love parenthood :)

official second week of work but i've already made mistakes here and there. and some big/small. nua as i am, i am someone who REALLY dislikes and cringes at mistakes made. especially when it has got something to do with my work. i take pride in my work and i always ensure i've done my best. that every single detail is taken care of. thus when i overlook something, i kinda really blame myself for it.

but well, no one is perfect. i'm still learning as well. though i still hate the fact that i have to make mistakes. is it really that hard to not make mistakes? i don't ever want to make mistakes... i am a perfectionist when it comes to work. i want things to be perfect and smooth, knowing i've done my part well.

and... i think its important to put yourself into another's shoes. you will just get what the person is feeling. and you'll understand that hey, we are all equal, we are all human beings after all.

i've learnt to be more understanding, to be wiser, to be sharper, to multitask, to be more excellent in my job these two weeks. and by the grace of God, i want to be more than i am now. growing bit by bit. one day, i will get there.

hi, nice way to keep my blog 'updated' huh. after a month. haha.

blogged out a blog post in my mind while bathing today. i had the misfortune of meeting two boys at Tampines MRT station, and they looked pretty decent and honest. but once they started opening their mouths, i was shocked and honestly quite disgusted by the language they use. every sentence is punctuated with vulgarity. and of different sorts.

and that got me thinking. why is it that youths nowadays loveeee to color their languages in profanities? language is such a beautiful thing to learn, and i think we really need to teach them how to speak properly and carry themselves. i've always admired people who carried themselves well, speak well, and care about grammar. it's like a bonus if i ever discover someone who writes well, and takes the effort to use good English too.

i'm not saying it's not okay to speak Singlish. i will be the first to admit that i LOVE Singlish (but without those vulgarities). I think it gives Singaporeans such a unique identity that you won't find elsewhere. but i think we can master the art of Singlish and speaking good English at the same time. i don't think it should be at the expense of us compromising our language standards. there is just so much charm in a person who can speak well, and write well too.

i think it's something that is so lacking in youths these days. because it is so much easier to rant it out without thinking, be all angsty about things and not care, than learning tolerance and endurance.

even in tweets, i think it matters a lot if people take the effort to reread it and correct their English before posting. it'll make the world a better place. but of course, i'm not perfect either. i'm learning about grammar all the time.

maybe i have a secret ambition of being a grammar guru. like, know all the rules to the T. that would be cool huh. what a noble ambition it is.

okay how did i get from vulgarities to grammar. see, i'm a grammar freak at heart. i google everything before posting anything if i'm not sure. and if i do make a mistake, i'll edit it in an instant cos i'll be so ashamed of it. if it's twitter, i'll bomb a whole chunk of tweets just to 'drown' that tweet away. hurhur.

PS, my sis corrected me on this. did you know that we've all been using 'lesser' wrongly? cos there is no such word as 'morer', so we don't say:

I want lesser sugar.

People want to spend lesser time waiting these days.

I listen to lesser music when I'm traveling.

it should be:

I want less sugar.

People want to spend less time waiting these days.

I listen to less music when I'm traveling.

lesser should be used in describing something of less importance or rank or not so great. in the context that, "He was convicted of a lesser assault charge."

it was a revelation to me. haha. we learn new things everyday.

PPS. so being cek ark about grammar will attract cek ark people correcting your own too. yes being human... we all make mistakes... hahaha. i've edited the post Julian.

sooo... a friend asked me today, what is my talent. i honestly didn't know what to reply. is it a weird thing that i dont know what is my talent? i mean... i know what i'm good at, what i can do. but do they count as talents? i thought talent is something you are naturally good at?

that is why i often envy those whose talents are obvious. they are so blessed! even though i know God is not biased and that we all have our own talents, but i cant help but wonder sometimes, how do we know? what is my talent?

i guess... i'm good at doing slides? (actually this is trained. is that counted as one? and i dont think i am extremely good either, i just kinda know what works.)

i guess... i'm good at dressing? (this comes with age as well. and honestly, i think i look like crap on most days... hmmm.)

and everything else is a big question mark, to me. or am i so used to everything that i dont realise what i'm good at? is it REALLY that important to know what are you good at? i mean... i do know what is in my capabilities and what is not. so i do things accordingly. does knowing what i can do = talent?

if i were picking my own talents like playing the Sims, i would have a hard time deciding, cos i want EVERYTHING. how cool is it to be a really charismatic person and a captivating speaker? how cool is it to be able to write so well people get lost in your words? how cool is it to be so musically talented that people stand in awe of your voice and skills? how cool is it to be such a good chef that you can cook up something without needing recipes? how cool is it to be such a creative person, that there are no limits to anything and you can create something out of nothingness?

i guess i am still journeying to discover myself. in a sense, it is not a bad thing. cos it keeps me on the toes and not trust in my own abilities but in God. just like leading praise in CG, honestly, i sucked. but hey, that is why i need to pray beforehand that EVEN THOUGH i suck, God still can use me to bless others. even if i become a laughing stock, it is to the glory of God.

reminded of a quote that i posted before:

just one of those nights...

when you want to hide in a corner,

hide under your blanket,

feeling a kind of emptiness,

blankness...

void.

"The hole is no void; the void exists around it."

i believe i have shared this video before. each time i listen to this song, i fall in love all over again. it has such beautiful lyrics, beautiful melody, and meaning.

我会相信一切有尽头 相聚离开都有时候 没有什么会永垂不朽 可是我有时候 宁愿选择留恋不放手 等到风景都看透 也许你会陪我看细水长流

this afternoon, replaying all the chinese songs in my itunes. love how the lyrics speak and come to life. 

<3 the beauty of chinese. there is something so simple, so subtle, yet it speaks so strongly. doesnt need to speak out, "i miss you", but you can still totally feel the pain and the 想念.

i think this word is huge.

i couldnt understand its power and destructiveness entirely.

perhaps when you let your walls down, and daringly let your inner self out, you somehow wish you dont have to keep it back, after letting someone see the ugliness of it. but yet, not one relationship cant have you vulnerable.

who is it that you let into your vulnerability zone?

after layers and layers of masks, walls. the centre of it all is trust. its like, that person becomes a part of you when you let him/her in. and it will stay this way forever. even if you drift apart, a part of him/her still lives in you (like a horcrux), that part just stays there, stuck.

and you are then reminded of the memories and the past each time you revisit that certain part of you. but the time between each revisit becomes longer, and like a cocoon, that part gets buried deeper and deeper, until it is gone. but no, it is not entirely gone. it will forever be there, etched in your heart, part of that vulnerability zone, neither going forwards or backwards,

just stuck.

and overtime, there will be so many little cocoons around that you start to erect new walls, new masks, to tighten the 'security' around you, to allow lesser people in, because you've learnt your lesson. because you've learnt that people come, and people go, and you've got to know who will be the ones who will never leave. these are the ones worth letting into your vulnerability zone.

I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I've drugged it in its sleep
There isn't many memories
I'm comfortable to keep

This ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the streets
Keep expecting you to send for me
The invitation never comes

Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall
But maybe it's a false alarm
Every answer sounds the same
Just colours bleeding into one
That hasn't got a name
Maybe I can't see
Maybe it's just me

Now the curtain's coming up
The audience is still
I'm struggling to cater for
The space I'm meant to fill

And distance doesn't care
No, distance doesn't care

I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in its sleep
Remember what you said
Are you comfortable to keep it?
Keep it


I've been replaying this song so much lately. False Alarm. I'm quite addicted to KT Tunstall these days, like what I said on twitter, she is like this hidden treasure in my ipod. sometimes i forget i have her in my ipod and decide to play her songs and fall in love with her songs all over again.


lots of things on my mind these days. but perhaps i'm just thinking too much as usual. caught in a box, trying to break free of its limitations, but finding the pressure and force outside too much to bear. ever feel so stuck at where you are? its not helplessness, it is just purely... stuck. as if your feet got caught in a huge pool of sticky mud and you just cant carry on walking because the mud refuses to let you go.

trying to live up to expectations, but trying to keep the balance in myself at the same time. its a tough thing really, this balance thing. i guess that's how fallen our minds are, that we cant help but be negative. and it takes sheer willpower and strength to get you out of the situation.

when situations seem impossible, that's when faith comes to work.
if things are going well, why do you even need faith for?

omg. as i was reading my past entries... i have soooo many grammar mistakes.. (horror face)

sigh. i hereby apologise.

my Cness is inconsistent, gotta be more careful in spelling and grammar next time! :(

if there's one thing in this world that i can spend the rest of my life doing, it would be reading. nothing charges me more than a good read, and the satisfaction you get from a book. so... i'm trying to conquer time's top 100 novels since 1923. some pretty interesting titles there, but i may cross-reference with NY Time's.

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Am currently reading: The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers.

i love love love love the title. it caught my attention straightaway. currently 1/4 into the book! the book started off with an introduction of the author with the timeline of her life. i was so blown away! Carson ought to win some award for her resilience and her passion for writing. though she was stricken with illnesses, she kept overcoming and wrote book after book. that really motivated me to finish this book. she wrote this book when she was a mere 23!

finished this book not long ago. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

Honestly, i am somewhat attracted to books that talk about psychology. i think all of our minds are so full of hidden potential, good or bad, that has the power to destroy or create. its a scary thought, but i believe that everything starts with the mind, whether unknowingly or knowingly.

it was quite a depressing read, in a sense that this is a semi-autobiography of Plath, and she actually committed suicide one month after publishing this book. and you kind of relate to the ups and downs Esther the protagonist went through in the book. but some events were so bizarre that you kind of wonder what really happened to lead her behaving in that way.

i really like the analogy of using a bell jar to compare with Esther's life. it is refreshing, and the image stays in your head.

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some thoughts:

coming from a dysfunctional family, i've always thought that the traits of a person can always be traced back to his/her childhood. how a person grows up can influence him/her so much in the future, indirectly. and it will even become inner scars that need much healing next time.

however, i've contemplated with the idea that, a proper growing up environment can also drive a person to an extreme end too, in a sense that its 'safe' and 'prim'. i believe its an instilled will in each of us, to become something, to be a somebody. so the lack of life experiences, can drive one mad too, whether expressed out or not.

because at any one point of time, one will realise that he/she can't be fully satisfied with life itself. life itself cant satisfy the enormous willpower we humans possess. there is something in us that keeps searching, for something more. more often than not, we do not know what exactly are we searching for.

thus for some, life goes on without a purpose and frustration builds up in them and they do not know why. such is life.

anyhow, i think i will start to update my blog more frequently now. because i've come to realise i can't express everything i want to say in 140 characters. you can say i have bad summary skills. haha. my endings are always so abrupt when i've exhausted what i wanted to say. hahaa.

who am i?

this question is so simple yet profound.

we are unique and born in our own unique way, but people do change right? so when they change, do they change who they are too? and when they change, is it always the case that they must return to who they were to be happy? or is it possible that people change, and they change who they are, and they are truly happy?

you hear people say all the time, time to find myself back. how do you know if you've found yourself? what exactly make up the 'you'?

so is it true that when people mess up their lives, gone all haywire, and when they realise their mistakes, they are able to go back to who they were?

it's as if each of us has got our own inextricable set of 'me' in us intertwined with our own core, that is indissoluble. and even as we are eroded, worn out by the things of life, it seems like this core in us will always be calling us, to go back, to eradicate those things which are not doing us good, to come back to the point where we feel refreshed, and 'me' once again.

even as we grow up, we are supposed to understand ourselves more. but it seems like we get so easily lost in the 100001 things around us. and we are sometimes so entangled with the things of life we wonder, how is it possible to be grown up but yet lose control of our lives? and as we sink deeper and want to crawl out of that sinking hole, we are also often being pulled back by the chains of the world, and problems that we ourselves created, only to realise everything is our own doing. that we've neglected the 'me' in us.

and here's hoping you who are reading this, to never lose yourself. and if you already have, to just listen to that voice in your heart, because in all your life, this is the only voice which won't lead you astray.

on the topic of 'friends' recently. i think as i age, i tend to 'test' and 'observe' someone alot, before allowing him/her into my life. and i've learnt to identify certain personalties and characteristics. have learnt, sometimes thru the hard way, how to choose my friends wisely.

even as we grow up, friends arent a general term as 'friends' anymore. sad but true, they are separated and differentiated to the different levels of closeness to us. and there will be times when we are forced to make a decision to draw away from people who are 'hindering' us in a way. it is all part of growing up and it is inevitable.

sometimes i think to myself, is it really that necessary? there were so many times i doubted my own decisions. but time and time again, i proved myself to be right. sometimes it was painful.. but at the end of the day, i'm glad i did.

'friends' used to be a general term for me. anyone and everyone are my friends. until recently when i really thought through, and learnt to identify the ones who are truly closest to my heart.

i want friends who truly know my heart, who are sincere and genuine. who are there not to just share with the good times, but the extremely bad times as well (which more often than not, needs much sensitivity). yes it sounds simple, but if you take time out to really think through, you are only left with a few...

Some common compulsions:

-counting specific things (such as footsteps) or in specific ways (by intervals of two)

-doing other repetitive actions, often with sensitivity to numbers or patterns

-repeatedly wash their hands

-clear their throats

-make sure certain items are in a straight line

-touch objects a certain number of times before exiting a room

-walk in a certain routine way

-routine for using stairs and always finishing a flight on the same foot

when i saw these on wiki, i laughed out loud. because i'm guilty of quite a few! and there was a period of time i suffered so much from it when i was young, probably in secondary school, and i didnt realise i had OCD. and i didnt know what was happening to me because these things tortured my mind so much but i knew it wasnt rational, but i just NEEDED to do it.

like if i tapped something once, i cant just tap it once, i NEED to tap it to an even number. or i will feel SUPER uneasy and as if something bad will happen if i dont tap it to an even number. (this still happens to me)

if i snapped my right fingers, i NEED to snap my left fingers twice, to 'even' things out.

and when i'm outside, i will subconsciously count alot of things in front of me, notice the patterns, numbers, to give me an ease of mind.

and you know why i dont really like wearing necklaces? cos i'll be VERY conscious of how many times my necklace touched me, and i will start counting, and if its not an even number i'll get very uneasy and i'll wait for it to touch me another time, then i'll just hold it in my hands. hahahaha. weird right!!!

and yes there would be certain things that i MUST see them aligned in a straight line too, or i cant really concentrate on anything else.

so funny hor! i think every other person has OCD of their own in small minor ways? i think its so interesting how all these small small things play with our minds, but its not even rational.

but in any way, i think i'm quite an irrational person also. i'm good with maths, but im irrational when it comes to feelings and emotions.

so interesting how God wired us up. and i know of all people, lam and huiying will understand my this post. lol.

as i was floating through life these few weeks (floating is more apt for my situation), there was quite a turmoil going on on the inside of me. i was kind of in a half-reality, half-fantasy world. where i was able to talk myself in being pessimistic and optimistic at the same time. it was a very strange feeling. i guess it was struggling between two sides, two very extreme sides.

one side of me, felt that hope and everything lovey dovey, was perverse. there wasnt such a thing in the world. i allowed myself to become so cynical about everything good. ever felt like this before? and its so hard to talk yourself out of it, because the negativity just washes over the positivity. it came to a point when i was disgusted even, by anything good, that happened maybe to me or people around me. i became critical even, voicing out my thoughts in my heart.

another side of me, believed theres a reason that i'm going through everything that i am going through. where that small spark of faith still stood. where somehow, i gathered the strength to continue doing what i was supposed to do, and somehow, still able to find some sort of meaning to it (i hate doing things without knowing the reason behind them).

i was like a fish caught in a net, struggling hard to find a way out, but yet, knowing deep down it is impossible to do so. just fighting a losing battle. but yet, i still fought.

yet now, i think i'm losing the battle. but i am half relieved i am losing this battle. on the other hand, still fighting hard against reality without really knowing why. wanting to surrender...

much delayed post.

Lushan 庐山:

i havent been to a true hill before, so i was very much amazed. it was an amazing experience. the sight was amazing, breathtaking. makes you wonder, how impressively creative our God is. such huge hills, deep valleys etc.

but on the downside, i havent been more tired, climbing stairs after stairs after stairs. it was crazy. honestly. i cant even describe the tiredness of it all. but it was made better and more fun by my awesome classmates.

and btw, how awesome is that quote on the rock? it was rooted in the middle of a random pathway, and i thought it is very beautifully written!

Beijing:

we had a hell of a trip! it was so so packed we didnt have time to shop. my agenda was of course, H&M. but there wasnt much time for us. so we had to break rules (thankfully we werent caught), and went out way after curfew. it was such a memorable experience i think i will never forget.

but anyhow, i hate tour groups. so you can imagine my unwillingness in alot of places. (and all of them we've been to when we went on our sec 2 trip to BJ) but still, it was a nice experience. going places after places, seeing all the historical events that happened in that place, makes you really wonder. left me pretty much amazed at that kind of history that china have.

Wuhan:

i've blogged about my opinion on that city before so i wont continue. but i miss that place in a weird sense of way. how peaceful and uninterrupted life was then. waking up for classes, going for lunches together with classmates, living on our own, making decisions, exploring places we havent been to...

i had alot of 'me' time in a sense. no one to order me about, no one to tell me what to do, but everything was what i wanted to do. i had my own phases of awful time there, when i was an emotional wreck and just wanted to fly back home. but if you would ask me again, i wouldnt mind going through it again, its such a golden experience, to be able to leave the comfort zone of Singapore and be able to experience something wholly different.

of course, my first time with snow! had such a fab time playing with snow there. it was cold, but it was fun! and oh, i miss wearing boots seriously. though very ma fan.

and of course, the cheap food and clothes there. not even going into this... :(

and all the bonding time we had together with all my classmates. cooking, watching movies, gossiping (oops).

i wouldnt choose another bunch of people to go with, they are such AWESOME people! each of them are so individually special in their own ways and it warms my heart so much. i love each of them! :)

if you ask me, did i learn to be more independent, i would say no.

because right now, i am just the same as before i left.

but i did learn how to be alone, and how to be away. how to keep emotions in check, how to keep going when it seems impossible to. trust me, there were so many nights i wanted to just literally die or something, it was that tough for me.

but yeah. all's over.

i dont know if i would challenge myself to abandon everything in this manner and leave for a long period of time again, but i think i may.

it is when thrown into deep sea and not knowing how to swim, is when you will really wake up and fend and struggle for yourself.

what a disturbing analogy, but i find it true. :)

-stolen from jx's blog.

what an impactful quote.

been pondering this topic as of late, the topic of friends.

what is its definition, who they are, what are they supposed to do etc. but most importantly, my take on them. while reflecting that day, and thinking about all the different friends i've got, i cant help but realise, how each of us has grown into our skin, separately, but somehow bounded together by this 'friends' word.

if you ask me, friends is a very diverse word. it can mean so many things on so many different levels. anyone and anything can be 'friends' with you. but on a closer proximity, how do i really feel?

what if there are things that you dont agree with?

and what if there are things you wish havent changed?

and what if things just stayed the same as it was, how would things be different now?

was reconsidering alot of things. which left me pretty much confused as to what i want. sometimes the more 'grown up' you are, your mind tends to be more messed up.

but i ended with one conclusion in mind, that time will tell.

and time will tell too, if that quote stands.

i wanted to say this. i think that being emotional sometimes is a good thing after all. i mean, great writers, composers are all much more emotional than normal people right? cos without feelings, how are you able to express? but i guess, it must be directed in the right direction.

sometimes i find that going through phases of life is like, so interesting.

i'm at a point when i'm at the crossroads, choosing my next path and trying to guess what my future holds. being such an indecisive person, you have no idea how much i'm going through on the inside of me.

so should it be A? or A + B? or just C? but what if A is the best? what if i cant do it?

but i still have to say, it is a necessary part of life where we truly know ourselves and grow to be ourselves, and being set apart.

random, but i've always envied those people who have really obvious talents and gifts. they seem to be able to shine, and discover their talents early in life. i admire that. something which i am still trying to grope and find out at this point of my life.

well i actually intended to blog alot more but i cant remember what i wanted to say. wish there was a mind diary of some sort.

been watching Skins. its a crude show, very very crude show. but it somehow still draws me in. i like how real the characters are, how imperfect they are, how honest they are about life. how they fail again and again, but along the way, find bits and pieces of themselves. but they'll lose them again, but somehow, still manage to piece things together and work out for good.

they are a whole bunch of screwed up kids. and somehow, just kinda refreshing to know that there are still imperfections in this world. ironic i know. and a bit psycho. but somehow i just really like that show.

some stuff that happened. made me think alot.

as i was walking that same way to that same destination, it surprised me how well i could memorise the way there. and how i hated walking that exact path. i wish i never ever have to walk that same path ever again. and i was tearing. and i recalled back that previous time i walked that path, i was tearing too. but both for different people in my life.

the previous was much dear to me. i was so so worried i just couldnt help myself and i just kept tearing once i heard the news. i needed to see her for myself to get the assurance.

this isnt as close to me. but my heart totally went out to him, and my heart ached so much. when i reached, i didnt dare to look at him, i didnt dare to look at the arm. i was afraid.

but eventually i did. and i saw fine lines etched across his face, and him struggling, to try to get his message across, occasionally showing signs of pain and frustration. my heart ached so much. so many occasions i wanted to tear.

here's a man. who had no choice in life. whatever that happened to him so far, he didnt have any say in it. he worked hard all his life, just trying to get by. lived a honest life, with a simple house, simple family. but life has been cruel to him.

when i was studying chinese literature, i felt the most for those characters who had no say in their destinies. my heart went out to them. though they are fictional, but they speak volumes about a life that has no freedom, no choice, no love. and i often thought about them alot in classes while my teachers were analyzing them.

this situation reminded me of those characters. perhaps not as tragic, but they are all trapped in a prison cell of life. they have no vision or dream. their only vision and dream is to live happily, die peacefully, and just get by.

reminded of all the unfairness in this world. where some people can have it all, others just have miserable lives.

but as i was thinking about all these yesterday, i saw a scene which warmed my heart greatly.

i saw love,

and i saw family.

in such situations, these things shine all the more brighter. and it warms every heart and give so much hope. people that you can rely on, to fall back on. given such extreme circumstances, they are the ones who wouldnt give up on you. who would truly be there, wherever you are.

just to hold your hand, to give you a hug, to give you a smile,

just to let you know everything's gonna be alright.

it was then that i really thought to myself, nothing's more important than this. and love's really what we all live for. whether unknowingly or not.

but still, i pray that God will truly bless his family and bring them through, and really show them the greatest love of all. because thats the only thing that will make all the incompleteness complete, and a reason for everything that they've been through.

so hi, i'm back to the blogging world. much apologies for taking a break. reason being 1) too lazy 2) too occupied with the iphone 3) uninspired.

so people have asked me so what exactly did i learn from my China trip?

how was 2010 for me?

how am i going to spend 2011?

after like 20 days, all the new year vibes must be gone already. i'm just really happy to be back. still basking in all the homeliness feel. i love home, love my family. i like the fact that i can get back my life and i have the time to really spend it with myself and having time off to do the things i love again.

life nowadays is very simple, just books, the iPhone, and my shows. and meetups, dinners etc. its all good. i kinda dont want to disrupt the peace that i have now, but i guess i cant have it for long. but for once, please let me be able to enjoy. cos after all, i've been away from home for 130+ days and it was an extreme experience for me.

just started on two books im super excited to read and im just happy to lay my hands on them finally after months. looking forward to find some inspirations :)

i typed this out while i was still in china but didnt have a chance to blog on 01/01/11:

Dress like yourself.

I guess i've became too skeptical and critical over the years. i dont know if its a bad thing or a good thing. but i still stand on my views.

i get the creeps when i see someone else trying to dress like another. be it famous fashion bloggers, or anyone else. i get the creeps when i see a blog and its filled with pieces that are ought to be 'famous'.

the same Sam Edelman shoes, the same Acne shoes, the same Proenza Schouler bag, the same Jeffrey Campbell Litas, the same Balenciagia bag, that same type of cross necklace, that same style of rings like Pamela Love, f21, that same Miu Miu shoes, that same Topshop oversized knit, that same Topshop boots, you get my drift.

i mean, great, you have all these pieces. and truth to be told, they are expensive and worth lusting after for. but.. i think what's really lacking is character. you are just trying to be another person.

so what if you dress well? trying to fit into a mold that is seemingly 'acceptable' and because they are 'famous' wont make you go far.

that being said, i dont think its wrong to own any of those said 'famous' pieces. but i think its wrong when you are trying to mimic someone. sure, we all start somewhere and feed on inspiration and these things do go in circles, but i just think its not cool when you are just trying to be the next Rumi or whatever.

maybe this coming from me might be a little unbelievable, but sometimes, i think i do get so tired of the so-called 'fashion'. yes, everyone does want to look good, but sometimes, i think getting back to the basics, to the core, to just being you, would be a very good change.

we can be so muddled up with everything that perhaps we lost ourselves somewhere along the road.

fashion is just skin-deep. character is deeper than that. and i guess that is one core reason why i quitted ADM in the first place.