Today seemed to be a day for all things french, well everyday is for me. Speaking of which, I bought a Breton top yesterday, which made me very happy. Although I wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but the material felt so good on my skin and it fitted quite nicely. Uniqlo is becoming one of my favourite shops in Singapore. By the way, have you ever looked at J. Crew's clothes? It's among the list that includes Cos, Isabel Marant, A.P.C., Zara, Celine.. wonderful brands that I can't afford and lust after.
I finally found and bought A History of Love by Nicole Krauss on Friday. Started on it yesterday and couldn't put it down. It's about loss but it doesn't make me feel entirely sad, there is humour in it and makes me smile. Have you ever read something that was heart-wrenching and heart-warming at the same time? It's the first time I feel the need to highlight in a book, to mark out the wonderful bits of it. But I didn't of course. It haunts me even after I put it down. It makes me want to send a long heartfelt letter to those that are important to me and tell them "You mean a lot to me, don't ever leave."
This particular part was entitled The Death of Isaac Babel:
Only after they charged him with the crime of silence did Babel discover how many kinds of silences existed. When he heard music he no longer listened to the notes, but the silences in between. When he read a book he gave himself over entirely to commas and semicolons, to the space after the period and before the capital letter of the next sentence. He discovered the places in a room where silence gathered; the folds of curtain drapes, the deep bowls of the family silver. When people spoke to him, he heard less and less of what they were not. He learned to decipher the meaning of certain silences, which is like solving a tough case without any clues, not only intuition. And no one could accuse him of not being prolific in his chosen métier. Daily, he turned out whole epics of silence. In the beginning it had been difficult. Imagine the burden of keeping silent when your child asks you whether God exists, or the woman you love asks if you love her back. At first Babel longed for the use of just two words: Yes and No. But he knew that just to utter a single word would be to destroy the delicate fluency of silence.
Even after they arrested him and burned all of his manuscripts, which were all blank pages, he refused to speak. Not even a groan when they gave him a blow to the head, a boot tip in the groin. Only at the last possible moment, as he faced the firing squad, did the writer Babel suddenly sense the possibility of his error. As the rifles were pointed at his chest he wondered if what he had taken for the richness of silence was really the poverty of never being heard. He had thought the possibilities of human silence were endless. But as the bullets tore from the rifles, his body was riddled with the truth. And a small part of him laughed bitterly because, anyway, how could he have forgotten what he had always known: There’s no match for the silence of God.
How do you feel? How can anyone not hear silence after reading that and not feel sad for the things that should have been said but were not, because words failed to convey the emotions behind them and silence replaced it instead? There are so many other beautiful passages in the book and I really recommend you to pick it up (plus if you did, the title of this post would have made you smile :>).
Bought something like this a few days ago. It looks so gorgeous on blonde hair. I have not tried on mine but it looks really pretty sitting in my glass bowl of accessories anyway.
So incredibly beautiful that I teared up a little watching it. It moved me. This is what I always believe in: people who are passionate about what they do are the ones who create extraordinary things. It's such a joy watching them talk about their work, being inspired and creating something that touches everyone around.
ps. Thank you Rachel for this :-)
"It's one of those things that is tough to answer, when you ask an artist why they decide to be an artist. There's this inner beast of creativity that, for me personally, it would consume me till the point of being miserable if I don't let it out and do something with it."
Basically what I hope my outfits to look like after I revamp my wardrobe (of course with more accessories ie. rings. I never leave my house unless I have at least two of those on my fingers). Long way to go.. long long way to go. I would need a lot more money, it's really weird because you don't really find clothes like this in Singapore. And those triangle bras are to die for ):
During one of my many travels into the web last year, searching about universities that offer liberal arts in america (yes, I am set on going there, I must!) I found out about NYU Global Liberal Studies and realised that it was exactly what I was looking for. In an effort to find something to motivate me to study hard for the rest of this year, I did a little research today. I have never felt this excited about something for a really long time. It's kind of like finding out that the book you have been waiting for will be released soon, or shopping and finding something that's worth more then the price you paid. Anyway, NYU GLS is really quite perfect and I really hope that I'll get to study there/ that. But it's so incredibly hard to get in because the classes are small and it's a relatively new program, so they don't really accept many students. Those who got in are crazy clever people (from what I gather through the net).
If you want to know more about NYU GLS and why I'm almost desperate to get in:
I'm missing how things used to be, past memories and the people in it. I miss those people. The care-freeness of childhood, when you only worry about things like what to have for the next meal. Time in school was spend laughing and running around with friends and homework was something manageable and at times fun. Now, I feel stagnant. I feel like people are growing and moving on, doing exciting things in their lives, but here I am, stuck in a rut of gloom and worry. Its Chinese New Year and everyone's having so much fun, but my mind just keep going back into the gloom. This year is so so tough and it's only the beginning. School is demanding so much more and pushing us to our limits. Sometimes I wonder if I can survive through this, and regain some of that care-freeness that was left forgotten in my childhood.
I want to go back to the past, but at the same time I am desperate to be done with 2012. Best friend, where on earth are you? I need someone to tell me everything will be alright, that I'm capable to accomplish all that I dream of, and make me believe it, not question it. Ugh I'm depressing.
Shopping lists recovered from the pocket of John H. Watson after moving in with a Mr. Sherlock Holmes. These are incredible funny to me for some reason, made me laugh. Poor Watson.
Other than all that wonderful food that was wasted, this is just ahhhhhhh. Kind of makes you feel sad about the beautiful details that our eyes and brain fail to register in fleeting moments.
I don't know how I would survive without music. It has helped me through so many hard times, when I'm depressed, stressed and just feeling uninspired. Anyway, here's a song that has been on repeat recently especially when I'm feeling unbelievably tired and just want to sleep and forget about everything. Just something to make getting through each day a little easier.
I realised that if life starts becoming more hectic, I'll turn to styles that are fuss-free, simple and comfortable. Only one week of school has passed, and I feel so unbelievably tired. Hope that I'll have to strength to finish this year great (putting in my 110%), and then I can finally start applying for universities and doing something I enjoy. Anyway, 6 years in this school is more than enough, I think.
For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
- Benjamin Button, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
After 11 years under the thumb of a former Merrill Lynch broker who was docked for insider trading, the Manhattan townhouse made famous by the iconic Audrey Hepburn flick Breakfast at Tiffany's has again come up for sale. Listed for $5.85M, the 15-foot-wide Upper East Side house served as the backdrop for the exterior shots, but, disappointingly, it seems most of the interiors were shot on a sound stage. Regardless, it is incredibly gorgeous and who wouldn't want to own (and live in) such a incredible piece of cinematic history? Ahhh if only I have $6 million to spare. Hah!
PASSING Stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take
of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake
at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
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