Christmas Spirit

All year round in this tropic wonder of a country we live in, white snowy Christmases aren't really a trend. Living in the city however, gives us various interpretations of what Christmas is, expressed through thousands of dollars spent on ornaments and decor that could probably feed a crowd of maybe about 20,000 or even more if put into perspective. Being up early, preparing for my church's celebration of this annual and very much anticipated holiday can be pretty taxing to be honest but it definitely is worth it. The sound of songs you know by heart, while everyone rushes around wishing you 'Merry Christmas' is awkward at times yet a warm feeling tends to burn in the sub-zero heart of mine.

Being in the spirit of Christmas, I adorned myself in the colours of a Christmas tree. Though often given weird glances and shocked looks, I plan to keep the colour for a while. Sitting in the saloon chair with the awful smell of peroxide was horrible and I thought I might've gotten 'high' from the poisonous fumes (my hyperbolic descriptions are of course for illustration purposes only). I think it's easy to say that I probably scared a few kids in the process of walking around the hotel corridors and what not.

The dress was a lovely gift from mom for my birthday. Something I couldn't possibly afford given my current state of unemployment and my ever so empty jar of coins. The Ezra (Zalora) crossbody was from a recent purchase I made about a month ago and the red and gold statement necklace was borrowed from Naomi.

On my face are the above products and also liquid liner. I am horrible at make up so don't take my word on it.

Product list (from left to right):
- REVLON NEARLY NAKED PRESSED POWDER
- Bobbi Brown Creamy Lip Color (Pink Glow 53)
- Estee Lauder Pure Color Long Lasting Lipstick (Fig 123)
- REVLON SUPER LUSTROUS LIPSTICK (SPARKLING CIDER 634)

Shoes are from Penang, and I can't remember where my mother bought them and I'm too lazy for a run down the stairs to check. They are a pair of faux snake skin kitten heels which are relatively comfortable unless you have a back problem because then, any skinny heel you wear will hurt.

This is probably one of my first 'legit' outfit posts and if you are actually reading this, do tell me what you think. You can probably find me on Twitter or something. (Twitter: @Janemenn)

Jane. 

The Unproductive, Lazy and Not So Deprived

So besides getting out of bed late on a daily basis, I've been tucking myself in at odd hours. Eye bags have been more prevalent than  during SPM season and I'm far to lazy to put on make up to cover up any of my creases, especially with my bangs, you can now ignore my non-existent eyebrows even more. The most I put on my face is probably water and lipstick just cos I think it makes me feel like Jane Lane (Yea, I'm obsessed. Shut up.) Youth camp was really great but falling asleep was horribly hard as well as getting up given my odd internal body clock being as screwed up as it is. Well, my birthday was pretty cool, the company was great and the presents were a bonus. I should probably formulate a plan for world domination or maybe get a job and get my driver's license (or at least start by taking my first shower of the day at 2.27pm). Productivity level: 0. Great job Jane.

Jane.

Thoughtful thoughts

Is it true that if it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be? Throw out your stupid cliché on how this is about a relationship. I’m just saying, generally. If the man doesn’t want you to do it, it’s not happening. That’s what I’m saying. It doesn’t matter how good a person you are or how you treat your pals. Your fate will be the same. The whole ‘buat baik, dibalas baik’ thing isn’t true I’m sure because good things happen to bad people who don’t deserve it. Though, that’s beside my point. My point is, if you were to be the best of the good, and you did nothing wrong, would you think for a second think that your friends might treat you with more compassion. Well, I’m sure nobody expects bad to befall them and the world to fall at their feet and sometimes even more. Well, you may do great things but never expect the same good to befall you. Just don’t. Expectation is a doorway to disappointment.

Jane.

PS: Daria has consumed me.

5 more agonising days

So basically, by the looks of the title you can tell that this is about SPM. Just a tiny update and venting space as per usual. I feel like with all these long breaks I've been given a large amount of time to prep for the next horrendous catastrophe of a paper but I choose to use that time for loading myself up with many sweets and a good load of Nestum and IKO cookies. I've also grown very fond of the palazzo pants Vanessa's mom handed down to me. It's extremely comfy but I just wish it was a tad bit cinched at the waist because it's pretty loose. During this period my mind is literally just filled with the thought of my career in fashion and if it will actually happen. I keep thinking of the horrible incident at which it doesn't happen. What then? I can't afford to dip my toes in the water to see if the water's too cold. I have to jump straight in. I hope I get the chance to get a fashion internship alongside a local designer or even an online magazine. I just wanna do fashion. I want to sit at a fashion show and watch it, and run around during KLFW taking pictures of pieces that I like as they float down the runway. (This is getting uber cliche) I just want to do that for as long as I'm capable but the thing is, will it bring cash? I still intend to feed myself. As much as the hippie, living out of a van life is cool and all, I plan to have 3 girls who will be perfect from every aspect imaginable. Though I still can't imagine myself married, I like to think myself capable of raising adequate and absolutely immaculate human beings. Getting back to the subject matter, i really hope I achieve what I strive for and I hope hard work is enough to get me where I want to go and i really really hope my determination kicks in. Seriously. I want this so bad. Like so bad.

Jane.

Want bags, need shoes

So instead of studying I went on to mooch around on Charles & Keith's website. Found these few jewels I touched at the store the other day and I they're on sale at the moment but even then I cannot afford any. Sadly we can't all have what we want now can we. Among all the hatbox bag is killer, so are the striped wedges (which make your legs look 10 times longer!). Gah I really have to stop this madness.

Jane.

Laundry anxious

Besides the normal blanking out and stretching vigorously during this examination period I've gotten accustomed to the environment of the cold and silent hall (apart from the occasional coughs and sneezes or whispers from the very mysterious invigilators). 4 out of 10 done and I want this to end as quickly as possible but it feels like I'm waiting for my laundry to be done in the wash ( I hate laundry and I can't be still till it's out of the machine and drying in the laundry room, I'm sure you know how I feel... maybe not... whatever). Though with all that is happening I can't help but anticipate the future. It's a pure excitement for this to end. Literally. I feel like I'm counting down to my birthday (which I am). Well other than my birthday I very much want to start more fashion posts on this here space or maybe start a new space. Who knows? But I should be working along the lines of that, hopefully this plays out accordingly.

Sayonara Seafield

Prom's long gone, and I have officially succeeded in blending in with the walls. Well SPM's on the way and I am screwed. Why am I even here? Well excited for this period to end, I feel like I'm counting the days till I get released from jail. Though high school has definitely been an experience, I don't know how to sum it up. Many people might say "High school has changed me so much as a person and I am forever grateful #highschool #forlife #ilovemyclass" or "High school's over, F- YES!" but honestly I don't know how I feel about leaving. It's like thank the heavens I will never have to see you basic faces ever again with a dash of I'm gonna cry and a sprinkle of OMG I'm gonna play Sims 4 after SPM. Kinda reminds me of the one time my mom made soup out of all the almost rotten food in our fridge. How the soup and high school relate, no clue. But two things I feel that I've taken from high school, are never make stupid decisions, cos when you do, you're screwed and always do sound checks if you're in charge of something related to a PA system (ALWAYS). So that's it, may I fair well next week in what my teachers call 'Medan Peperangan SPM'. 

Jane.

To infinity and beyond

Prom this Friday. France Student Exchange Programme isn't happening. SPM in 20 days. I am definitely panicking about the last thing. Though I feel like I'm sitting leisurely in a house that's on fire. I fear the danger of putting my life at risk but I like how the flames benignly brush my skin like a warm hug from a dear friend.  Prom is something I'm definitely excited about. I've been waiting for it since last year, and asked my best friend to be my date at the end of December last year. Well, it's in three days now and I must say I'm just filled with a huge amount of excitement and a little bit of sorrow, because it's one of the last events we'll have at school. Kinda makes you realise that high school is done and SPM is the next checkpoint out of this really long and agonising trip. I have to say as much as high school was never the best thing ever, it was nice having people around to live it out with. Makes me think of the future and how we may never keep in contact. Scares me that all these friendships are at risk of ending cos our journey ended. It's not that I don't want the journey to end. I just don't want the friendships to. I feel like I will end up bawling at the end of the night cos I'm just gonna miss everyone so much even though it's not the end of school yet. As for the student exchange thing, we win some, we lose some, so I guess I'm not too bummed about it. At least I'll get to get my driver's license, get internships, go to college, and maybe just focus on studying and my career and all that junk. Feeling like we're growing up to fast and I just wanna revisit the time when I could just suck my toes and no one would ever judge me.

Jane.

Off colour

So feeling a little thought spirally today. Thoughts are all around the place. I feel like I should be occupying my mind with more important things like my studies or fashion as an art (I currently understand fashion based on high fashion brands and visuals. I'm not too educated on the subject of fashion history itself.). I feel like over-thinking is a subconscious hobby of mine. It's a waste of mind space generally. I'm just annoyed at myself at the moment and I just need a place to complain.

Jane.

PS: I think my blog is becoming a wall of complaints. Oh well.

Mess

Just chilling in my cave. About 11 days left to trials and I'm on a level 'unprepped' that's unimaginably high and I just can't seem to get myself together. I need a hit in the face or just to get mauled by a bear. I'm sick of this. Time to hit self against wall until I obtain  new self.

Jane.

Bad camera, bad flash

So I found my Kodak EasyShare M420 yesterday on my table and decided to go round snapping pics with flash. It is very much known that flash screws up pictures and well, I decided to take a bunch of bad pictures with my camera and post them up. This is a general depiction of what my Wednesday nights look like but in bad lighting. Enjoy?

Random study desk photo.

My sister trying to make her 'The Who' t-shirt look 'distressed' as she calls it.

I actually had another picture of my Walkman but I couldn't find it. I hope this makes up for my many picture-less posts. Bye guise.

Jane.

Raya

Raya holidays have me sleeping at 4am at night. Watching Daria, studying and such. My life is just not interesting anymore.

Jane.

Speak your mind

People only listen because they can't shut their ears. With the widespread of social media today, well they can't shut you out without having that red notification number popping up on they're smartphone. (I do realise people can block you but that would be rude now wouldn't it) Coming to realisation the amount of times I've been caught guilty for ranting or ruining a person's day with the load of bullcow I carry along on my shoulders I totally understand how it can feel as an unpaid therapist. I personally enjoy hearing the problems of others, had a dream to be a psychologist once but my dear mother decided to pour acid on my dreams with the reason that I wouldn't be able to find a job. Well, moving on, it's just a fraction of people that just hate the constant pessimism of the world. They take you bullcow a few times and the rest is just them not being able to shut you out. Your thoughts are meaningless to them. In other words, they don't care what you're going through. It could be a loss of a loved one, a snap in a relationship or getting depressed. In conclusion, THEY DON'T CARE. Then why would they still talk to you, you might ask. Well they don't want to be the bad guy or be the potential cause of your suicide, that's why they stick to you for the few moments. so, my advice is, pick the right people you blurt you feelings out to, analyse and determine, be wise even in your times of desperate rage or depression.

Jane.

PS: I give credit to the people in life who have actually cared about my bullcow and have given me really great advice. I really do appreciate that from the bottom of my heart. So, thank you all very much for your time and effort.

Pass time

Just sitting in my room another day of school skipped. I have noticed a lack of pictures on my blog. Probably making it highly uninteresting to read. Well, I don't have a functioning camera and if I did I would honestly start somewhat of an ootd blog. Fashion has been a hobby of mine for quite a while now but I've never really talked about it here I suppose. My twitter profile is filled with either the most depressing of tweets or tweets about fashion mainly. I just love runway in general, having a 360 degree view of clothing, as it is hung so perfectly on a model. Runway is like and art exhibition but more soulful I suppose. I like how everything in a fashion show is cohesive. It's all themed, from the clothing itself, to the surrounding of the runway venue, to the chairs the guests sit on its all planned so well. It's like an open door in to the minds of people Karl Lagerfeld, Miuccia Prada, Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabanna and so many other talented designers. I've only gotten sucked into the whirlpool of fashion week only at the beginning of this year but I really do enjoy just looking at the clothes. It's like art to me. Everything is art whether it be a painting, a house or music. Art is no just drawing. Everything is art, and I choose to indulge in fashion as art.

Jane.

PS: This post is a real off one cos I started window shopping and I'm just in a dream now. I'll wake up soon I hope.

Exit

So a one way stop to Neverland and I took the nearest exit. It seemed pretty at first but what I was looking at was a visual taste which felt wonderful to the taste but it was burning my eyes. My brain processed that a while ago. The exit I made was long overdue. I missed what the normal world had to offer me. I missed the sight of the normal bland concrete without the coloured flowers and cotton candied hair. It was what I needed. It's just that all the mundane sequences have gotten me no where and my brain is a million places at once. Trying to think of ways to solve my problems when all I want is to go back to Neverland again.
 

Physical appeal

So this thought popped into my head last night while I was doing some late night pondering or what my mom would like to describe as "Nothing better to do ah!" in her Malaysian Chinese accent. The subject was ignited in my thought processor when an indirect act of favouritism based on physical appeal was acted upon me (well at least I took it that way). It is evident that physical appearance plays a part in how you're judged. First impressions are solely based on physical appearance. For instance, if you see a man who's dressed in torn and ragged clothes sitting by a sidewalk. Naturally, as humans we would assume he's a beggar but you'd never know he could be a billionaire. Though it came to me that, since its so normal in human nature to judge easily by physical appearance, does that happen amongst friends? Taking in perspective personality as well. I went around school asking a few friends what they'd do given the situation where there were two people with exactly the same personality (although this is highly unlikely) but one is less attractive than the other. who would you choose to be closer to? Many picked the prettier one. Which is evident how looks play that much of an importance to how someone is judged even when personality is taken into consideration.Which is sad because it proves how shallow the world is. Though I can't say much about society because I am a part of it as well. Such is the world.

Jane.

Friday in purple hues

So, we've all heard of Monday blues, but it's Friday. Life's journey continues to carry on for me as I  face a series of 'delightful' events that make me feel like slamming my head against a wall. Though it wasn't all that bad reaching mid afternoon. Had a pretty good time watching the dudes play Frisbee while reading a few pages about cell division. Later proceeded to feast with pizzas and share bottles of carbonated drinks like 'men'. Watched 'Blended' and ended the night on a pretty good note I suppose. All in all, Friday was okay, hence the purple hues.

Jane.

PS: I apologise for the lack of pictures.

Cold water

On a plush toy I sit, a cold beverage in my lap and the scent of mosquito murderer. My day couldn't be any better. Had my daily dose of hiccups with my human. A brief cold shoulder. 3 episodes of Daria. A good time messing around with mom's big red box of beauty enhancers and a good fun chat with the girls. Now just having my usual procrastination to dine. I have no idea what ignites my resentment towards dinner. I just don't want to have it. It's not that I'm not hungry. I am. It's just that I don't feel like having it. I just wish someone was here to joining me in my solitude sometimes. But when company is available I just despise people. Being home alone has made me grow sick of people. It's like everytime I hear my mother or sister come through the door, it's as if my mood changes. Yet I complain about the fact that my mother doesn't spend enough time with me. I don't know what's wrong but I hope I figure it out sooner or later.

Mainland

Nose, dripping like a faucet with a loose nut as I sit here in my floral peplum dress which was a hand me down from a friend. The floor is the most comfortable seat in the house and once again I sit here to plot my thoughts. As I sat in my mother's green compact car on our drive home from one of the most enjoyable family dinners I've ever had, (my relatives from mainland China came to pay a visit and they're basically a group of sweet old ladies who just hold your hand and tell you how 'leng lui' you are and they just tell you to study hard in the most pleasant way possible) I noticed how much I love looking out the window when in the car  during the night on the highway. It's just pleasant to know that millions of people are in this beautiful city, living their lives and it's nice knowing that you're part of such a wonderful masterpiece. It really just warms my heart in an indescribable way. The beauty of the array of lights that surround me and the radio playing soft tunes from the 80s kinda makes me wanna get on a motorbike and ride around town just for the fun of it. This is one of the reasons why I would love to get my driving license, so I can roam around town just looking at buildings in the night, riding along highways and just staring in awe of how magnificent a small developing country can be.

Penjenayah Bersih

Well from the video and the header title, you might have guessed another band has caught me like fish in water. The new band that's on my 'To Listen' list is Clean Bandit. This quartet comprising of string instruments, synthesized keyboards and drums and cool catchy beats sure pack a punch when it comes to their music. Take it from me, I've listened to 'Rather Be' and 'Dust Clears' on repeat this whole week with no end. Their ability to collaborate with great directors has also gained them a range of cool music videos which are definitely visual feasts which are not for the weak.

Jane.

Je'mapelle Jane

So the Interactors of my school had International Understanding Day yesterday and obviously, it was themed Viva La France. Well, without even thinking I knew for a fact I was definitely going as a mime because I did that for Halloween last year and it worked pretty well. So, as you can see I was pretty excited. The decor was phenomenal, the food was pretty delish, the performances cray cray and the company was the best. Though I really wanted to win the plastic crown for best dressed but I lost (much sigh), I'm still happy that I went as a mime because I may never get the chance to dress as one ever again. So, congrats to the Interactors of SMK Seafield you guys are cray cray uh-may-zing.

Photobooth sess before the event.

Taking a break outside cos I'm not a raver.

Credits to this guy for the pictures! (Both for this post and the Bomba camp one)

Jane.

Mismanaged

So, life's been a little hectic and I'm not to cope well with it. Easy to freak and with mass amount of impulsive rage, I'm not one to think before I act when in a state of distress. Well recently the reign of the school's queen ended and we had a whole big farewell party for her with performances fit for royalty. No surprise that I was put in charge with music. During big events like this the teachers put the responsibility on us students to be perfect as ever, failure is not an option. However I am definitely not the depiction of perfect and I clearly am a flawed little jigsaw piece that's cut at the edges so I won't fit into any frigging jigsaw puzzle (cliche). So, I screwed up bad with the whole thing admitting that I was wrong for not being extra careful with the sound check. Well what is done is done and I clearly can't do anything to turn back time. If I could would but I can't. Unfortunately I still feel that closure has yet to be found, after being 'talked to' by one of the teachers in charge of one of the farewell performances. So, I suppose the next thing I should do is awkwardly apologize and run away. Well. venting done, life goes on and laundry has to be done. Au revoir.

Jane.

The hurdle.

Well that Friday afternoon, my heart was thumping like a maniac having anxiety for the fact that I was going to be living in a tent for 3 days almost gave me a seizure. Though being excited at the same time, I felt a sense of boldness. Stepping out of my comfort zone into horizons untouched. Coming to school in a beanie and my hair down, I was abruptly told to tie up my hair when my teacher stepped into my path. Everyone was chattering away probably feeling the same way I was. I couldn't tell because well it's hard to read the feelings of 86 people. I brought along a big knapsack and two giant totes. Later realizing that I didn't need half the things I brought including my toothbrush.

Well this was on our way out of school. all smiles as we were getting hyped up to get on our bus. We were pretty enthusiastic I suppose, with Naomi singing "Bus Bus BUS 1" on repeat. Evidently, we were all on Bus 1.

These were my beautiful tent mates which I love very much. Definitely bringing them to camps because if you don't have something they definitely have it! We spent a good amount of time passing out altogether in our tiny little tent due to the immense exhaustion we faced. Though I was very much intrigued at the fact that even when every girl in camp including my tent mates, went through a whole day of jungle trekking and exercising and sweating up a storm, their bangs/fringe never once went hay wire unlike mine. (scroll down for hideous after swim picture).

My to-camp bus partner wearing my sun shades. Those shades were passed around to possibly at least 10 people at camp without them knowing I owned the shades. Though I enjoyed the bus ride very much. It was very short about 30 minutes? Reuben and I were trying to watch Lizzie McGuire the Movie with headphones that didn't work well with his phone. It was enjoyable nonetheless.

Upon arriving at camp I was definitely not expecting a man yelling at us 24/7 teaching us about discipline and commitment and punishing us for being late or for being disrespectful. Though at first it was pretty hard to adapt to the situation but in the end I did learn a lot got to meet a few cool people and as a whole I enjoyed myself a good lot. I may never get to experience a camp like this again, but I am thankful I signed myself up. I also wanna thank all the jurulatihs or cikgus for helping us and also Kumpulan 5 you guys are the bomb... a! *badum-tsss....

After river crossing. (Swimming across a river/lake with a life jacket)

Jane.

PS: Credits to cameraman Gabriel for pictures. #hedidnotcrosstheriver

The Lost Voices

Well I attended a school choir fundraising concert for their trip to Brisbane yesterday. The only reason I actually go for school events like this is so I can dress up and feel all fancy. Though to my surprise i was very much entertained by the choir's ability to sing songs of various froeign languages including Japanese, Korean, Filipino and even Portuguese. It was exhilarating to feel chills run up my spine as I watched and listened. Kudos choir good job. 

Jane.

Outfit: Black long-sleeved mini dress (Terranova), Floral high-waisted skirt, Black stockings (Sox World), Mood ring ne (Diva), Black beanie (H&M), Wedged ankle boots (Cotton On)

                           

  

PS: Credits to Sarah Hamzah for lending me her boots and for the lovely pictures.

Later...

Having another 15 minutes of the world wide web before I adjourn to my study desk and sink my head into a Chemistry reference book. Sitting on my plush bed with its blue sheets and girly flowers, ad my orange feather earrings swish around to the artificial breeze as my  my ceiling fan spins vigorously. Though not much is in my mind except a few things, nothing I can disclose over the Internet. I have nothing much to say about my very mundane life. Life has been relatively good with chat groups and what not. I enjoy the company of people. Just the quality time with chats about absolutely nothing but it makes you feel like you're apart of something. It is definite that there are different groups of people at school and I find it ever so amusing how individually, people can be so much more different as compared to when they are together with their pack. They seem more together, more attached to each other. It's an absolutely lovely sight though when you jump in to the 'pack' it seems ad if you're not supposed to be there. It's as if you're an unfit puzzle piece. I'm not implying anything. It's just that this is what I notice and this is what I can infer from the situations I see at school. Though I do have a group of friends, I mix very well with, and they're always there for me, having my back and all that stuff but I find myself a little nomadic. I like to shift and spread out, so to say. Immersing myself in different groups of people just to observe how they are, their behaviour. It is somewhat like a scientist observing primitive life. I mean I don't mix with people on purpose just to observe them like science experiments.I just do because when there is a given time where somebody is not there or busy, I don't like feeling alone. It's not something I just do for fun. I genuinely like the company of people. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside like a big fat plush toy. I have around 3 more minutes, so, I'm going to end it here. Till then, sayonara.

Jane.

Valentine's

Random gift-giving and the invasion of love being spread like butter on toast. 14th of February something many may find the most magical day, the most depressing day or for some just another day in the year. Well, being my last year in high school I decided why not make paper hearts and pass them to a few of my closest friends. So yea, received a cupcake and a piece of chocolate today. Both edible so that was definitely a plus point. Talked about what love means to us today during youth cell in conjunction with the lovely celebration. So, ya pretty cool day, a little lonely cos my recess buddies were a little busy being faithful cupid assistants. Hmmm... pretty okay day.

Jane.

PS: Sorry my life is boring as shoes...

Happy Chinese/Lunar New Year

When you hear about Chinese New Year, the typical menu would be a range of Chinese delicacies, that are not in my vocabulary. However, my family decided to switch it up this New Year just to add a little zest into our quaint celebration. So, we kicked off CNY eve with the typical Chinese reunion dinner, Lou Sang and all that. On CNY day 1, we weren't too hungry due to the cookies and sweet treats we devoured at my aunt's place. So, we went hunting for a mamak in Jalan Telawi. We found a corner shop somewhere and walked in, all decked out in our CNY gear (cheongsam and what not) at 9pm to have dinner. I had the most delicious roti canai ever but it's a shame I couldn't remember name of the shop. Today came, and we had Korean barbecue in my front porch. My mother's Punjabi friend came over and cooked us delicious Korean pancakes and stew. We even had a little sashimi. So, I guess this Chinese New Year was filled with fusion food and pretty good company.

Jane.

Clarification.

So, I never get comments or likes or whatever on my blog but I just like to clarify that my header picture has nothing whatsoever to do with my blog. Basically, 'janemenn' is my name, 'fashion, music, ballet', my interests, and 'art by Laura Laine' just states that the three fashion illustrations are by Laura Laine which is an extremely talented fashion illustrator, and I absolutely adore her artwork. This is just a post to clarify that I'm not a fashion, music or ballet blog, they are just my interests. I don't dance ballet but I definitely appreciate the art. So that's about it from me.

Jane.

Walking down memory lane

Well basically, I've been obsessing over Lizzie McGuire which led me to dig up clips from The Lizzie McGuire Movie and fall in love with the Lizzie Gordo relaionship. It's absolutely sweet and I just feel all gooey and sappy whenever I watch them. I also love feeling the nostalgia from my childhood maybe because I loved how happy I used to be not having to care too much about academics or responsibility or even how I might survive going to college in the future. Nostalgia is one of my most favourite feelings yet it kinda puts you into this realm where you're literally in your own world. Whenever I go back in time to relive the little TV shows or the little moments I loved so much it makes me feel so sad that I'll never be able to do what I did back then yet it makes me feel extremely grateful and happy that I got to experience a childhood free of smartphones and technology where I was happy enough to have a plastic spoon, or even an eraser to play with. 

Nausea and other knick knacks

So just a little update on my life so far just because I think my blog feels like a neglected adopted child. I suppose I would say life is busy with all that revolves around it though I wish my priorities were in the right place. If I spent a little less time on the Internet my life would definitely be more splendid. With the pile of work which I have yet to get done, I'm still here gawking at a screen giving the Internet an update of my life when more than 99.9% of the world really don't care. Though just for the sake of it, I was struck by nausea and the urge to puke today due to my extreme lack of sleep. I guess other than work, my life's pretty much boring. Though I do enjoy typing up a storm, I don't think pointless blog posts will get me any where.

School, day 2

So school has been okay so far despite the fact that I'm in a class in which the environment is not satisfying but I am thankful nonetheless for the company of a number of people. Studies haven't really kicked into high gear yet but I'm trying my best to make an effort to study as much as I can before my major exams come. I really want to get at least one A+ this year due to failure to obtain any the past year. I am somewhat more enthusiastic this year about whatever I do and hope to give glory to the Lord in all that I do, it kinda gives me this extra boost to get up in the morning and start my day. Although it's only been two days, I feel extremely worn out by school already. Well fret not, the weekend is here! Unfortunately I still have tonnes of co-curricular activities and vocal lessons to attend tomorrow so that means, less sleep, more work, less energy, more eye bags.

Jane.