Year of 2009 in review and resolutions

Alrighty. I just got back home from shopping. Now I only have about 2 hours and 30 minutes to shell out all the biggest highlights of the year and what I'm hoping to accomplish hereafter in the New Year.

Year of 2009:

• My best friend Cindy and piano. It was the first year I played a duet, ever, and it was for the recital. She might not have liked it, and I was terrified at the time, but in retrospect,I think it was good ;)
• Study group with my good friends on Fridays, hah!
• Getting my first straight A report card ever O_O
• Building a solar-powered rice cooker for Science Fair and getting 3rd place locally
• Building a database for the U.S. Dairy Export Council PR firm in Shanghai over the summer as an intern/worker
• Just living in Shanghai for a month was a blissful, wonderful experience
• Writing a 30-paged documentary (yet to be published) about my summer experiences in Shanghai and South Korea
  
• Going to Seoul for the first time (but definitely not the last)
  
• The Purple Tide. I have so much to be thankful for. First off--the people. Amazing people. Never thought I'd know any juniors or seniors like these people ;) Secondly, the newspaper itself. I remember reading TPT religiously as a freshman, to the point of dreaming/anticipating the day I would become a member. And now I'm writing for it and I've got my own column. Wow. Thirdly--the progress. I'm going places. The Purple Tide has really opened a lot of doors for me. It has allowed me to let myself free a little more than I would have been able to before. It has also helped bond me with several people outside of the paper that I would have never dreamt of meeting or being familiar with. There's so much that I have to say, but I won't spend all that time listing every detail because I'm sure it's pretty obvious how much I love The Purple Tide as a whole.
• Discovering more about myself and my dreams, being more honest with myself
  
• Fashion and me - need I say anything more?
  
• Photography and me - learned how to edit on my own, make miniatures, still sharpening my self-taught photography, 2000+ views on my Flickr
• Meeting people
• Being free-er

New Year, 2010 Resolutions:

1. The Flickr 365 Challenge! That means a photo each day for Flickr in a purposeful way! It's harder than it sounds, people.
2. Not staying up beyond 2:30 a.m. for 3 out of 5 days of the school week
   
3. Getting more focused and responsible in school
4. Prepping for SAT's (sigh)
5. Volunteering
   
6. Interning for a company/organization (it'd be nice if I could help out again in Shanghai, but i don't know if it's possible for me in 2010...)
7. Meeting more people
8. Getting at least one of my photographs Explored on Flickr :O
9. Visiting New York City in the summer
10. Making several fashion statements in school
11. Planning out a World Civ reunion in the summer
12. Working even harder for TPT!
13. Getting nothing lower than a B- on my report card!
    
14. Expanding my blog
15. Scouting people for photoshoots or photo-get-togethers
16. Shadowing a photographer
17. Joining the NPPA
18. Improving in piano, being more dedicated
19. Being nicer to family, more helpful
20. Reconnecting with friends
    
21. lots more later.
    

My Favorite Words #2

Continuing from this post:

    * capricious
    * whimsical
    * inessential
    * crux
    * pensive
    * poignant
    * qualm
    * hackneyed
    * imperceptible
    * sang-froid
    * farcical
    * zeitgeist
    * idyllic
    * modus vivendi (okay, not a word, but awesome nonetheless)
    * bourgeois (repeatedly used in The Beautiful Fall)
    * perusal
    * gamut
    * bellwether
    * amalgam

In case you were wondering/haven't noticed, probably 80% of the aforementioned (Ha! Shannon!) words came from The New York Times...Their writers have awesome jargon...

It's the 21st century, the era where technology and fashion collide.

Being a religious follower of fashion blogs and The New York Times, I recently read a story, "Bloggers Crash Fashion's Front Row" (Eric Wilson) which caused me to take a step back from fashion to look at it with a new perspective. 

Technology has been on the rise. Careers that encompass technology have experienced more demand and those that pursue those careers have good prospects. Technology, to me, is a train that is going full-steam ahead. It won't stop, and what's more is that it is fast and is continually in motion. Fashion is quite similar to technology in that sense--changes, implementations, and innovations are elements of its character, I believe. (Of course, there are fundamentals that remain constant, but change is also an undeniable feature of both technology and fashion).

For as long as I can remember (since 6th grade specifically), I have wanted to pursue a career in media and journalism. At first, 6th grade, I was chosen to be a reporter for the daily T.V. news in my elementary school. It  gave way to my ideals now: my dreams have progressed from being a broadcast reporter/news anchor to a style journalist/photographer. Ever since I wanted to be a journalist, I had always envisioned that I'd be one for the physical newspaper--the print edition. I was absolutely charmed and taken with writing for print and expecting that folks would have a newspaper in one hand and coffee in the other every morning, the image that was typical of many [American] homes perhaps a decade or two ago.

However, although people may still read newspapers ritually, "Bloggers Crash Fashion's Front Row" gave me a good knock in the head. It had never occurred to me a year ago (okay, well, maybe, but definitely not two years ago) that I might consider or have to write for the online edition of a publication instead of the print. But what could I have known two years ago? I'm 15 (add a 0.5 to that), and this is the first year I've had experience in a formal publication of sorts--my school newspaper, The Purple Tide.

Ah, right, I'm rambling. The point is--technology is obviously making an impact on fashion. Social media networks and blogging are rather un-traditional and young aspects compared to the magazines and newspapers. Nevertheless, society is gravitating towards these fresh sources which have the ability of supplying information much more quickly than traditional methods of print. In addition, perhaps more of us have the "blog mentality", not a "magazine mentality." I myself follow blogs and online sources much more than I subscribe to magazines and the newspaper because blogs are more accessible and there is instant gratification. Coming from a no-nonsense Asian family, it's quite difficult to get my hands on newspapers or magazines without acquiring stares of disbelief--they don't understand why I'd want to spend money on something that takes up space that I "probably won't read twice" where I could probably find something of similar nature online one way or another. Some people don't see how I could be so passionate about fashion, which they view as trivial and superficial. I'd love to write my thoughts on that, but that will come at a later time...

Ultimately, there are many things for me to consider--for everyone who is or aspires to be in the fashion/journalism industry. What sort of journalist and photographer do I want to be? Primarily for print, or primarily for the web? Or would it not matter since it seems that publications are putting the same stories online as they are in the print? Would I even get a choice if there was one? Which do I prefer?


Putting that aside...

Fashion and technology are staples of society. Technology has become integrated with fashion--the link between the two has become irrevocable, as both will progress together. If I may say so, it's like an inevitable marriage. How those in the fashion/journalism industry cope with this is something that I'll be on the watch for, and perhaps something I myself will experience.

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Wow. This was quite a long and confusing post. Perhaps it's more like a bunch of my musings and ramblings squished together in one body of text. This was written from my perspective--an outsider's point of view. (As a side note, it's rather depressing to be fifteen and living in suburbia, 211 miles away from the heart of fashion and journalism.) I haven't put my foot in the door of fashion yet, and I'm just barely getting started in journalism. I realize that I probably sound like an amateur, so I'm open to your opinions and criticism. I'd love to know what you all think about technology's influence on the fashion/journalism industry.

[update] wintery morning, au natural

So, it's been a while since I had the usual [update] notes. Lately, if you haven't noticed, I've been quite taken with color curving many of my photographs. This time, I bring you real. 100% real. They're all wintery-morning themed, based on this blog post.

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So they're all 100% real. I thought about color curving and cropping it like I do with a lot of the photographs I've done lately, but then I decided against it. I started out pure (hahaha) in photography, and I intend to retain that purity and simplicity with my nature shots. There are ethics I follow, and this is one of them. I somehow have a psychology that tells me, "although you may make the photograph more alluring by touching it up with the computer, you're losing a part of yourself when you do that to nature." Ah, I'm rambling. But yeah. What do you think?

Do you think it's okay for photographs to be published (i.e. in magazines, websites, etc.) that have been post-processed, photoshopped, and/or edited?

I'm not sure what to think.

wintery morning

I somehow managed to wake up at 5:40 a.m. this morning. Sure, the alarm clock alerted me. But normally that's not enough to pry me out of bed during time off from school. But somehow, this morning, I managed to wrench myself up and off the bed with a relatively clear mind even though I slept at 2 a.m. Well, relatively clear--I strangely woke up with "Paris is Burning" (by Ladyhawke) playing in my head...

Normally, I wake up feeling like, well, shit. My head is always muddled and disoriented in the morning usually, so today was quite a nice way to wake up although it was so early...

Well, today was the day I saw my aunt off at the airport. She's going to Hong Kong and South Korea for two weeks. How nice. She asked if I wanted to go with her previously. I told her I'd love to, but couldn't. (School. It's all because of school, darn it!)

Anyways, it was a rather sad situation. Sometimes my aunt is quite childlike--innocent, scatterbrained, easily frightened--somewhat fragile and delicate. It makes me guilty that I'm so harsh to her so often. She goes unappreciated. It's a long story, but if need be, I would give my life up for her. To say the least--she means the world to me, and she is probably the only person on earth that has that much meaning to me.

But wow. I just totally veered off from the original topic of this post:

I find winter mornings to be wonderful. The pale blue of the sky provides a quiet, tranquil backdrop. At 7:53 a.m., the sun is right over the horizon. It's breathtakingly majestic. The frost on the earthen ground is crisp. The ground crunches when you walk on it. A thin layer of fog hangs above snowy patches on the ground. But the sun--once again it's always about the sun because it is far too grand to be left unspoken of.

The sun lights up the sky. Sets it ablaze, sets it aglow. There's something irresistible about that powerful orb of light. Its celestial and omnipresence renders me in eternal awe.

Altogether, the winter morning atmosphere fiercely appeals to my poetic/philosophical/contemplative self. I could write a thousand poems every winter morning if I woke up this way...

[update] Merry Christmas 2009!

Merry Christmas to everyone! 2009 is finally nearing its end...

There are tons of things I could say, but right now, I'm just hoping that you all enjoy today and hopefully have gotten things you've wished for.

Umm, I don't have an actual Christmas present for you all, but here's some eye candy!

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More on Christmas later. I'm in the midst of preparing my New Year's Resolutions List.
Plus my head is absolutely killing me. Killer headaches suck.

I think I've lost my former writing ability.

I used to write freely. To be more specific, I used to write unabashedly, about creative topics. Now what am I doing? My writing has forcefully been squished and molded to fit specific topics with specific structures and rules.

I used to write fantasy, or some far-fetched, outrageously fictitious story about spy escapades. And now, what do I write? Anything but that. It is no longer daydreams and dragons, it's about the human mind, reality, and grave topics I would never have understood or cared about.

But ultimately, is that something I should be sad about? I suppose not. I suppose I should be um, fortunate enough to have such an overly complex, contemplative mind, and that I should understand reality. But nevertheless, it is a bit sad, a bit sad to see those carefree, outrageous stories fade away. They were what set my writing career in motion, they were the beginning.

So perhaps it's reasonable to say that my brain has rusted a little--the childish part of it has rusted, or has simply been shed along with other various aspects of my life that I hardly ever utilize nowadays.

To be honest, I'm a bit afraid of how things are turning out for me and my writing. Where did the zeal, where did the unsurpassed creativity go? I feel afraid of losing what I started out with. What if it'll only hurt me? So I'm trying to spark creativity in myself again--what was it like writing years ago? I'm trying to remember.

Fashion + Photography + Me = ? (and all sorts of other things)

This is probably going to be an equation whose answer will always elude me:
Fashion + Photography + Me = ?

First off, I don't even know how I've decided to set my mind on becoming a fashion photographer above all else (that includes being a journalist). Well, sure, my breath was first taken away by a Chloé editorial I saw in an issue of NYLON in '08, but I don't think that that alone made me convert to a fashion enthusiast (I don't think I truly deserve the title of 'fashionista' yet). So what gives?

I can't say this for sure, but I think the one reason I'm so, um, intoxicated by fashion is because of its nature: it seemingly always revolves around something I find irresistible--beauty. I consider myself an aesthete, which according to Dictionary.com means "a person who has or professes to have refined sensitivity toward the beauties of art or nature." I really love nature (hence my passion for photographing the skies) and art. Fashion is an art. Writing is an art. Drawing is an art. Music is an art.

I'm sure that there are few people that love beauty as much as I do. I'm not sure you would understand, and I could never possibly be able to contain my love for beauty and beautiful things in just words alone, but it's like... I love everything that is beautiful, whether it be people, places, places, things.

I pass random people in the streets, in the malls, in school, and a lot of times I think to myself, "gosh, they look amazing. I wonder if they'd be creeped if I asked to take a portrait of them?" Sadly, you see, people have this sort of paranoia mechanism around strangers. "I don't know you, you don't know me, so what the hell are you doing talking to me?" is basically the response I'm expecting to get if I try to approach someone. I have never tried to approach a stranger (well, okay, once, and that was a model contestant after the fashion show, and duh, she said yes) to ask for their photograph, and I doubt that I will anytime soon. I mean, this is Virginia we're talking about. Suburbia, not New York City.

I wish I lived in New York City.

Here, when you make a fashion statement, people think you're crazy (in a bad way). In New York City, nobody cares nearly as much since they see it all the time!

Back to the topic. Okay, yes, if I were the same me from a year ago, and I met the me of today who would ask for my photograph, I'd probably be like, "wtf, no." But not today. I mean, think of the Sartorialist! Think of Garance Doré! Think of street photographers! They take strangers' pictures, and those people seem totally cool with it!*

I know, I know, I'm being hypocritical. I would be cautious with strangers, too, especially those that asked to take my picture. But, speaking from the perspective of a photographer/aesthete, I mean, COME ON, PEOPLE! What on earth do you think I'll do with your photos? Do I look like a psychopath serial killer that takes pictures of potential victims and stalks then kills them? NO! (I mean, I don't think so at least. Well, the point is, I look a lot saner than some people).

But that's the perspective of an aesthete and photograph, two perspectives that aren't exactly that widely considered in everyday society--especially not in Suburbia Virginia.

So, wait, okay, there are a lot of things I want to say about me and fashion and [fashion] photography. It's something I'm honestly considering as a career, something I bet I would love to do, to live with. I hope that I'm not mistaken, that it's not just some lucrative, highly-sought after occupation to me, because right now, it doesn't feel that way. It feels thrilling, and so much more than that. It feels like it could bring the life out in me, to make me alive.

I've just gone on several tangents, all somehow related to fashion/photography/and certainly myself.

Congratulations if you've made it this far in reading. You've just had the super rare opportunity to get a glimpse of truth behind the Miranda you probably hardly knew (because, if you think you know me, you're probably wrong in for a big surprise).


FIN.


P.S. This is one of the longest things I've ever written online before.

By the way, if you finished or least partly read this, let me know. I'll have to give you my thanks. Also, if you've got any comments/concerns/etc., feel free to let me know, too :)



*Disclaimer: This image was by the Sartorialist.

Curious? G-Star's Next Raw Reporter

So, I know you've all probably been wondering what the heck I've just gotten myself into. I'm still dazed and amazed at that, too. But here's the deal, as far as I'm concerned:

Yesterday, I came across a Tweet (yes, I tweet, you can follow me here if you want) from my fave magazine (fashion, of course), NYLON, and they alerted me that there was a search/competition to see who could become the next G-Star raw reporter. That includes four areas: YouTube, Flickr, Twitter, and Facebook. Naturally, I regard my photography as one of my stronger points, so I of course entered via Flickr.

What will winning this competition result in?

A seat at New York Fashion Week as a photographer!

For those of you that don't know what New York Fashion Week is (oh my god, you kidding me?), it's basically, well, a week of fashion where there are a gazillion fashion shows (runway! models! couture!) going on by all sorts of designers (i.e. Alexander Wang, Gucci, etc.). Oh, it's grand. It's amazing. More on that later, though.

I'm not sure if you're all aware of this or not, but I hope to pursue fashion photography (with or without journalism) as my future career, so this would be a really, really amazing opportunity. So, please spread the word if you support me/my photography! :)

If you still haven't voted yet,
HELP ME OUT HERE! :) And as always, comment if you voted for me so I can thank you later!

COULD IT BE ME?!

Could I be G-Star's next raw reporter for New York Fashion Week?!

Go to my PHOTOSTREAM and check it out!

If you believe in my photography, please VOTE FOR ME!!!

:) And let me know if you do so I can thank you afterward!

My life as a movie soundtrack

The instructions:

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?
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So, here’s how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that’s playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button

NO CHEATING!!!, it wouldn’t be that fun if you did.
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The results:

1) Opening Credits: "Boom Boom Pow" - Black Eyed Peas ("this is the end and the beginning". Wow. Deep. I guess I started out with some boom.)

2) Waking Up: "Let Life Loose" - DAISHI DANCE ft. Studio Apartment (WIN!)

3) First Day at School: "Halo" - Beyoncé (NOTHING could go wrong on the first day of school...right?)

4) Falling in Love: "It remains to be seen" - Spangle call Lilli Line (ROFL, damn straight! I don't see it happening any time soon!)

5) Fight Song: "Stop Running Away" - Telepopmusik (Does that imply I'm a coward, or does it imply that I'm a brave whippersnapper who stands her ground?)

6) Breaking Up: "My Stupid Mouth" - John Mayer (LOL! MINE? YEAH RIGHT.)

7) Prom: "Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)" - Beyoncé (Hahaha, I think this actually fits...)

8) Life's OK: "Just For a While" - Yiruma (Can it get any worse than this? I mean, the song's great, but that's sad.)

9) Mental Breakdown: "Good Stuff" - Shakira (Going insane is 'good stuff.')

10) Driving: "Sway" - texas pandaa (Y'all better watch out on that road!)

11) Flashback: "Young Again" - Kasper Bjorke (THIS IS SUCH A PERFECT MATCH!)

12) Getting Back Together: "Love Can Damage Your Health" - Telepopmusik (....)

13) Wedding: "Moon Garden" - DAISHI DANCE (Well, hey, I'm a romantic. But this ain't happening.)

14) Birth of a Child: "Boys and Girls" - Martin Solveig ft. Dragonette (NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS!)

15) Final Battle: "Strong Girl" - Jewelry (Hell yes. You know it, I know it.)

16) Death Scene: "Disappear" - Beyoncé (gee, thanks. but that ain't happening either.)

17) Funeral Song: "I Go Deep" - Jim Rivers (I almost cried at this one. This is, just, ironic. Daul Kim left this song on her blog right before her death. Her post said this "is forever." ....Oh gosh...)

18) End Credits: "Last Train to Wherever" - Telepopmusik (...good end...I guess. I'm a traveler. So it's a pretty sensible end.)

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If you guys do this, let me know your results! :D

you know how thought processing and philosophy came about?

Well, here's my two cents on the origins/nature of thinking and philosophy...
It came about in the early days of mankind when they had nothing better to do than sit and think. And moving forward a little, the Greeks (cough Aristotle, Plato, Socrates cough) probably had too much time on their hands. Same goes for everyone else. And then, more philosophy and thinking emerged when shi..I meant crap, happened.

So right now, I've got a little more time on my hands. I can put homework off for a couple of hours/days/weeks (wink, gasp, NO). And I'm thinking. I'm contemplating. I'm being my former pensive-self.

So I think and I reflect, and I come to a provoking thought.

I am terribly alone.

And that is by my own doing.



So I just realized that the title of the above photograph, alone (watching the sunset), totally matched the lyrics to "Merry Happy" by Kate Nash:

"I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own"

do i have the eye?

I'm not sure if I'm just getting ahead of myself, but I'm thinking that I do have the eyes of a photographer, or someone who has an innate sense of what's beautiful in terms of fashion...
For instance...

• I went to the American runway model contest of '09 and I correctly predicted which ones would be the finalists
• I had a feeling that Kylie Bisutti was one of the best from the 10 finalists of the VS Angel fashion show of '09. She turned out to be the new VS Angel.

: / Eh. I'm probably just too full of it. But at least I'm in the right direction?

[update] snowtography

I was absolutely delirious/ecstatic when I saw the snow! I stood outside for goodness knows how long and took lots of pictures. Too bad I couldn't take any in the dark since my aunt put me under house arrest. After her accursed coworker showed her a website where people post pictures of 'ghosts in photos' up, she became superstitious that ghosts will appear in photos that are taken during the nighttime. And I could not reason with her because she refused to hear me out. (sigh)

That aside, I was very specific about taking photographs of snow in the dark for this effect:

That was taken a year ago on December 7. Without my aunt. Before she saw the danged website.

So I'm going to have to pray that I can somehow wake up at 4 a.m. because I managed to convince her last night that I could take pictures if I was able to wake up at 4. Unfortunately, I slept at 2 a.m. and missed the 4 o'clock alarm. :/

That was confusing, wasn't it?

Ummm...hmm...what else can I say? I guess I'll post some more snowtography:



and...


There's at least 100 more. I don't want to post that many onto Flickr since it'd be blasphemous.

[update] i will survive

I am very happy to announce that I have been making incredible progress on the completion of homework. Let's chart my progress starting Sunday night when I started to change my life:

• Sunday: finished @ 11:30 p.m. but didn't sleep until 1:30 (but finished at 11:30 nonetheless!)
• Monday: finished @ 11 p.m. but didn't sleep until 2 a.m. (but finished at 11 nonetheless!)
• Tuesday: finished @ 10:23 p.m. when should I sleep?

Let's pray that this isn't a temporary change. I'm finally doing the 180 I've been waiting for the whole time! Why now of all times? I don't know what's causing my change of work ethics, but whatever it is, thank you. (maybe it's because of the music* I drown myself in). Also, many thanks to my two amazing life coaches Ariana and Radhika, and Kathy who is the most patient, supportive person I've ever encountered.

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I'm really pleased with both of the photos I've updated with recently.

AHHH, I AM SOOO READY FOR TOMORROW! Class of 2012 World Civ reunion! Woohoo!

These are my objectives (shh, keep a secret):

1. take photos of everyone to update the scrapbook
2. doodle ariana and possibly other people
3. have a great time
4. reminisce
5. celebrate
6. a lot more
   

Okay...now, all I have to do is make sure I pull up my grade in Driver's Ed, English, Spanish, and oh, just about everything. You guys don't understand how badly I'm slacking this year... : /

1 This is my fight song.
2 This is my dance song.
3 This is my chill song.
4 This is my upbeat song.
5 This is my contemplative song.

[update] tpt work day #2

Must I state the obvious?
I love TPT.
I'm an absolute dork/nerd/hardcore when it comes down to TPT. It's totally manifested my life--it's become a staple fixture. I'm not sure what I would do without it. The point is, it means that much to me. That's because of the people, for sure, as well as the memories and experiences I've been through on the job, if you'd call it a job. (I know I call it my job, and I take it very seriously). There is so much that happens in just a few minutes, much less a few hours, that I simply love to recap pretty much every newspaper-related event. So I'm recapping my second work day experience in TPT. I expect that I'll continue to recap all my TPT-related events for a very long while, perhaps up to the day I graduate. And let's begin...

• Woke up Sat., Dec. 12, 8 a.m.
• Arrived @ school approx 10 a.m.
• Helped think of headlines and other sidejobs
• 12:30 ish, noon, got in car w/Kristen, Stephanie, Sydney, and Shannon
• Listened to Shannon jam to Ashley Tisdale's "Last Christmas" among other Christmas-y songs, i.e. the date rape song
• Arrived at Reston Town Center
• Attempted to sell ads w/TPT peeps to various stores. Unsuccessful but learned tricks of the trade along the way.
• Mini-lunch @ Potbelly's. Freeloaded off of Sydney's dollar. I will repay her, though.
• Speeded back to school
• Epic faceplant as I epically failed going up the side stairs in our school. Eternal embarrassment much?
  
• Listened to a discussion of teacher crushes and how school takes over our lives.
  
• Watched the statement "He said he loved her. He lied" be changed into various hilarious, explicit statements that included various people and bodily appendages*
  
• Witnessed the true meaning of "like mother, like daughter"
• Arrived home, 2 or 3ish p.m.

That was a very general recap. Lots of craziness happened along the way, though.

An analogy for y'all (I hate using y'all but...):
SCHOOL is COMMUNISM as HITLER is to COMMUNIST.

School is dictating our lives. Seriously. We wake up and get prepared FOR school. Go to school. Come home and do HOMEWORK which was assigned in SCHOOL. Study FOR school. Go to bed and wake up the next day, again for school. Rinse and repeat. The cycle continues. We've done this for at least a decade. There's a decade more to go, for many of us.

But...
I adore life. I sincerely do.

Btw, check out Ruta's awesome tee she wore to TPT (that sorta rhymes!)

If you didn't check that link out, just know that I'm the lookout for people with awesome tees.

-M

*If you're interested in these pics, ask me ;)

[update] reuniting with a loved possession

I'll never be young again.


Kasper Bjørke - Young Again

Somewhat poignant. Pretty chill. I feel like posting YouTube videos this week. Should I include whatever MV I fancy each week along with my weekly update notes?

I feel like I'm starting to go uphill again. I feel like I've recovered a little from falling downhill. And now, I meet an uphill battle.



I wish I were back in Asia...

The rest of the photos, you might've seen before. If not, take a look at my photostream. Speaking of photography, guess what? I had a close shave with losing my camera.

One way or another, I was up til 2:30 a.m. this morning/last night when I suddenly realized my camera was gone. GONE. It scared me. It's only the second time that I've come close to losing my camera. The first time, I left it on the airplane coming back from Seoul. I had a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach as I was almost out of the gate, and I just somehow knew I had lost my camera, so I managed to grab a flight attendant who found recovered it for me. So that doesn't really count as losing my camera if I knew, right...? Hahaha, whatev. That was the first time. Yesterday night/this morning, it was very strange. I didn't have the bad feeling I had the first time in Seoul. I didn't know what to make of it. I was just in disbelief. Me? Lose my camera? ME? How could that be? That's what I was thinking. But as I kept mulling over the possibilities, they became even more absurd and crazy than before. I wasn't as anxious and terror-stricken as the Seoul incident. Maybe it was because I was too tired. Or it's just like how I knew I left my camera in Seoul--maybe my camera was just waiting for me, out of harm's way. I prayed. To who, I won't say, but I prayed. I prayed for forgiveness, for not praying usually, and asked for my camera to be reunited with me. And today, my prayers were answered.

My camera happened to have been in the newspaper room, without me, when one of my classmates noticed that it seemed misplaced and handed it over to my adviser. What a wonderful person--it would've killed me if I knew someone had taken it instead of turning it in.

It's weird how my camera was found in the front row of seats to the right. I never, never put my belongings there. I'll leave the rest to your imagination or interpretation. You be the Sherlock Holmes. I'm tired.

Lizz Wright - When I Fall

I was very tired and cold and thought that I hadn't listened to jazz in a really long time, which is one thing that I find surprising, since jazz is my favorite genre of music. I hit shuffle and it landed on this one. One of my favorite songs. There's something really sensual about Wright's voice, and I just love the poignancy and simplicity of this song.


Lizz Wright - When I Fall
I want to be wild and bold enough to run with you , my baby
I want to skip time lay the hours aside and stay with you , my baby

But oh if I look down now , will I fall
And what if the water's cold , when I fall

I want to be still and quietly say , I'll lay with you my baby
I wish I were brave and sure today to pray that it's you my baby

But oh if I look down now , tell me will I fall
And what if the water's cold , when I fall

Oh oh if I look down now , tell me will I fall
And what if the water's cold , when I fall

Oh oh if I look down now , tell me will I fall
And what if the water's cold , cold when I fall

When I fall , when I fall

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I could cry or fall asleep to this. I was lying on the floor, cold, unwilling to move, tired, deadbeat. And now I'm back up again.

and I still dream...

I desperately want to travel again.

I still long for the lands I visited under the summer sun that just passed months ago.
I still dream of Shanghai and Korea.
I still dream, even for Hong Kong and Japan, which I’ve not been to in years.

I still dream.

All of the sudden, I just woke up from a nap, and I felt this heart-wrenching longing for the Orient, which has become my second home. I don’t know why now of all times, but I really wish I could go there again.

I lived life like a dream in perfect bliss.

[update] oh dear, it's been too long

Hi folks. You've heard me say this probably every time I see you, but I am really, really behind in schoolwork. I currently have a B in Spanish, an A- in Chem, and a B- English. Those are the worst grades I have ever seen so far. And I'm not even sure what to say about Driver's Ed since I haven't turn in two of my articles yet. I am also running late on deadlines, which is definitely a no-no. But whatever. This week has been long and grueling.

But I've got good pictures this week.

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Tomorrow I'm going to a fashion show. That clears my week up :)

AND I AM GOING TO KICK HOMEWORK'S ASS AFTERWARD.