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.