And so an update
I find myself shying away from random ramblings of life. I used to be such an avid writer, everyday I found myself posting something serious, then something wacky. From Livejournal, to Multiply, then to Facebook. And little by little, my words have been running out, from massive amounts of pages of rants, to small doses of words that make up a poem.
The other day, I found myself walking into a small art shop my friend works in, where she sold me a little notebook made of lantern paper. It was cheap as it had a store discount plus the staff discount she gave me. It was tiny that I could basically carry it everywhere. Out of all the things I chose that day, after setting out and telling myself I needed to do some 'feel good' shopping after a shitty day, I went home with this little notebook tucked in my bag. The first thing I thought of when I bought it was the many poems I could write in those little tiny spaces. How I daydreamed of seeing myself sitting on some grassy spot in the middle of the city, and just writing and writing. Corny, yes I know. But I can't help but think that it might be one of the things that could bring inspiration back into my writing.
I've been working on the Crossover website and only having as little as 4 hours of sleep. I am inspired to keep moving with it, for the sake of Crossover's exhibition coming up, as well as seeing all the artists' works. I am honoured, inspired, enthralled, speechless and dumbfounded by the vast amount of talent that there is out there, and what more, privileged to have them show their work during our exhibition. This Saturday will make or break Crossover, and I am excited, yet scared. It will be the first time for me to exhibit outside of Whitecliffe (aside from the exhibition in 2008 with MadHouse), and the first time for me to recite spoken word and actually let people know of my poems.
I am still a uni student. So they say I am a 'forever student'. I wish I could stay like this, but it has been frustrating in the last couple of months, dealing with immigration and what not. And so I try not to get frustrated by putting all my efforts in Crossover. Art is definitely the perfect getaway for a fucked up and frustrating life.
And so here ends my utmost update. For now.
The other day, I found myself walking into a small art shop my friend works in, where she sold me a little notebook made of lantern paper. It was cheap as it had a store discount plus the staff discount she gave me. It was tiny that I could basically carry it everywhere. Out of all the things I chose that day, after setting out and telling myself I needed to do some 'feel good' shopping after a shitty day, I went home with this little notebook tucked in my bag. The first thing I thought of when I bought it was the many poems I could write in those little tiny spaces. How I daydreamed of seeing myself sitting on some grassy spot in the middle of the city, and just writing and writing. Corny, yes I know. But I can't help but think that it might be one of the things that could bring inspiration back into my writing.
I've been working on the Crossover website and only having as little as 4 hours of sleep. I am inspired to keep moving with it, for the sake of Crossover's exhibition coming up, as well as seeing all the artists' works. I am honoured, inspired, enthralled, speechless and dumbfounded by the vast amount of talent that there is out there, and what more, privileged to have them show their work during our exhibition. This Saturday will make or break Crossover, and I am excited, yet scared. It will be the first time for me to exhibit outside of Whitecliffe (aside from the exhibition in 2008 with MadHouse), and the first time for me to recite spoken word and actually let people know of my poems.
I am still a uni student. So they say I am a 'forever student'. I wish I could stay like this, but it has been frustrating in the last couple of months, dealing with immigration and what not. And so I try not to get frustrated by putting all my efforts in Crossover. Art is definitely the perfect getaway for a fucked up and frustrating life.
And so here ends my utmost update. For now.