My other love is singing, btw.

Me: I'm bored.
Friend: Go update your blog.
Me: No point, I don't even have readers anymore.
Friend: Still got me what.
Me: ...





I haven't written in a long, long time. What is there to write about? Plenty, and yet nothing at the same time.

Is it possible to have two loves at the same time? I thought I loved writing, 'cause I seem to be good at it. But I mostly only write when I have something to say, or have to say something, or when I"m bored, like now. I like the creating, the assembling, the editing.

But writing needs time. Good writing anyway. Lots of time and space. Commitment. Focus.

You always hear people say "I wanna be a writer".

But what do they wanna write about? Their best friend's multiple exes? Their long day at school? How another inconsiderate auntie at the MRT rudely pushed her way into the train before the passengers alighted? What about something more personal? Maybe pictures of a new phone, a new Gucci bag they bagged (excuse pun) at a sale? Details of the mind-numbing trivialities of their unexciting, uninspired lives.

I'm not saying these topics are bad; I personally wrote about them half a million times. My point is just that perhaps we don't really know what we want to write about. We may think we do, but often it's just not good enough for anyone other than the writer to care and read about. After all, what's the point of writing if no one cares, if no one reads?

Then again, perhaps it is by beginning the act of writing itself that you'll find yourself a destination somewhere along the process. Thinking too much will get you nowhere, but if you at least put some words down, no matter how inane they are, you can still work your way around them.





Virginia Woolf once said a writer needs a room of one's own. Now that I've got my own, more time spent inside it sometimes finds my thoughts evaporating from my mind and subconsciously collecting into a little cloud over my head.

I'm not sure what this means yet, but I do know that sometimes the cloud gets heavy.

A proper job, yes, I will find.(Yes, Mom, I WILL) Something to pay the bills, to fend the probing, trying questions during Chinese New Year. But this year I will set aside time weekly, to write creatively. Not necessarily on this blog. Perhaps a side project. Prose, poems. Prose poetry. Something not worth labelling. Whatever it is, I will try something, because ironically, writing keeps me sane, no matter how insane the writing is.

To me, the art of moulding something out of nothing in a world that does not exist until you decide that it is, is very calming.










I think I will apply for that journalism job tomorrow.

最后我是谁?

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你离开后我的世界 换了颜色
慢慢连风吹的方向 也不有趣了
少了你我的灵魂 只剩下空壳
体重突然轻了 我是气球飞上天了

美好的

I love Peggy. Love her voice, her style, and her composing talent. Of course, her popularity is perhaps nowhere as high as Jolin Tsai or the like, but as some of us would know, the real gems are always hidden (:



(Granted, I think her album cover could be improved - not sure the smile and the mysterious white tube thingy she's holding works well for me - but oh well, for Peggy it was always about her music, and not her image, anyway. Her new album is out now. Can't wait to get my hands on it!)


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記得勇敢 就算夢走太慢
有我在這裡陪著你 有我永遠寶貝著你

I need a new layout.

Can't blog without a new layout. I feel oppressed by the current design (or lack of).

Will work on it during holidays. Only one more paper to go!


/Edit: Changed my mind. Realised I still prefer this plain look. Will blog again real soon (:

Oil and water don't mix.

So why do they still stick together?

Too perfect;

太完美
歌手：陈诗莉
作曲： Kenn Wu
作词： 苏俊袖

在海岸边的CAFE
LATTE依然没改变
夕阳的橘红色光线
画面 多完美

一阵惬意的微风
悄悄掠过我侧脸
短暂把 一切
忘却

每个电影情节太完美
沉醉在完美的幻觉
就算是 面对面
互相仰望也甜美

每个小说情节太完美
你的出现 太完美
我愿意
停留在 原点

So I haven't been updating much.

Busy, busy, busy. And I guess because most of my school work involves writing, it just kinda makes you not want to do the same thing in your spare time.

Something like professional movie critics not wanting to watch movies in their spare time.

Or maybe they do, I dunno.

Nonetheless, today's Creative Writing class was interesting. I got back my first assignment and it didn't go as well as I expected it to be. Anyway, I had to present it in class, and the next half hour was spent having half the class trying earnestly to defend my work, and my tutor a little exasperatedly to attack it. Hoho. It was most amusing. I noticed the defendants were mostly female too, mmmm. (Yes my tutor is male)

To read my piece, check out my separate blog (of which I intend to only post fictional stuff). Feel free to throw in your two cents.

My tutor is good, though. He's got an eye for details. Gotta love such guys.

Need to work on my play soon. My very first play for the stage will be about a female statue that comes alive at night, and a French garden gnome named Gustav (red pointy hat and all) who stumbles upon her garden one night. Fun thing about playwriting is you just focus on the dialogue, and drop everything else you tend to be conscious of when writing prose.

2 more months to home. This time, I'm flying back in style! (SQ, hurhur) Joy (: