One eye on the clock
Windows down as the night blows in
Tap the beat on the wheel as the tires spin
Until we’re there crank the radio
We’ll join in with the songs we know
The city settles down, I watch the night sleeps. There’s a silent celebration for every breath breathed, like a stranger since it had been long.
Hm.
Say It Isn’t So
Open paragraph: “Hugging mickey doesn’t mean I’m a fan of that mouse in red shorts.”
Full stop. Close paragraph.
Notebook spoke what the eye did but never could.
Write write write write write… ‘…a man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.’
e
Connected
Trust me. For a moment (and in fact I personally feel they still do), completely ripped my favorite old time Backstreet Boys apart. I completely agreed with Simon. They looked cute together but they just UGH. Rip other songs la, why backstreet boys. Being a used to be fan and follower, I guess I could do a better job. No offense but aye. However the second performance did turn my head around. There were greater emotions, passion, expressiveness. Pretty not bad I must say. Was it because of a comeback from what Simon said? A motivation from a setback? Hmm.
Looking at the finals, they indeed did come a distance.
(And I’m quite attracted by the middle boy and the second from the right.)
There is just this thing about people that intrigues me. Different people, various groups of them, with all a different story to tell. Some similar but still in a divergent way. You see it with their eyes, you hear it from their voices, you feel it with their act and you get it from what they throw at you. Every performance staged to see, you’ll only get the full picture when you’re in there, with them, in their shoes. Marvelous. I love going on a ride.
I can’t deny life is still the greatest show on earth.
Eunice.
D-Morning
It held my breath for awhile or two. You got to be amazed at the talents around. The connection between people and their passion for what they love. Pulling it altogether. Brilliant. Passion nowadays has been diluted with a lower standard. Passion got to mean: This is it.
(Ps. Catch Simon’s face. Priceless. He hardly rushes to comment as he’s always the last to do so.)
Stir it up.
E.
TAP
It isn’t the best kind of dance around, but creative people got to love this. They are astonishingly original and I’ve not really seen much quite like it, or rather one of such poignant, moving, stirring, evocative, emotionally charged, uniquely wow. A cute combi I must say. Have a look at all 3 of the videos. However surely there could be more than this even though it’s amazing already. I’m pretty confident about it. Fresh not from the oven, from the freezer. They just got me melting, not melted I must emphasize.
E.
Disappearing Overnight Frame
Subtle lines go written all over your head, by what you see from what is made. Picture perfect memories come a quarter pass one and bus rides come sweeping in the way how you’d assume it begun. In the storms you share an introduction, with a letter song you reach to give affirmation. Inner music the words make, which turns give one two times an experience. One walks aimless of the moment, comes unsought for what are commonly the most valuable. Write your first draft with your heart, re-write with your head. You look back into your heart, ink settled into fingerprints.
Enough said today. Writing is both mask and unveiling.
Oh. And I’m using my favorite most well loved spare phone! It still rules over every other that has served me before. Maybe I should stick to it. Oh, and I realized Wheelock is an awesome place, and I’m talking about the upper levels. No doubt I’m heading there again.
Note to self: Thoughts go into the notebook. Enough is virtue of imbalanced equilibrium.
Therefore, I shall speak to the papers. “Oh why hello there.”
It takes more to read words of people than to read people literally.
E.
Twenty Sixth
One can play around enough to find, that no two are ever the same. Time stops, move closer. Sun dropped, into the water. Lay by the side and don’t fight what you hide, ’cause we’re taking on this flight, tonight. Soon it’ll be summer time, and by then I hope you catch that voice in nine. Not inanity, neither plain sanity. Toast, lets go for a ride.
You question my thoughts, I wander your ponders.
Observe sire, observe.
E. |ē| |i| |iː| (also e)
1 the fifth letter of the alphabet.
2 abbreviation
3 symbol
Though Assessments Are Ending,
It doesn’t feel like the end, it feels like it all just started.
For something even greater.
Hm.
Two For Too
What’s with 2pm? Or 230pm? I have an interview tmrw and on friday at those times. I forgot about the one tmrw though. 2 or 230pm? Look for who too? At two?
Euny. Keep pace. Live in the now but be reminded of the potential you’ll become.
I don’t just want to count my days, I want to live them. Keep heading up the next levels!
Do you remember what fearless felt like?
E.
Write Love
It’s taking place friday, November 12, 2010. To take part, simply write, “Love” on your arm.
To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery. (http://www.twloha.com/)
I heard TWLOHA was scamming people. But well, it doesn’t hurt to write something on your arm does it? And I question us as people are we writing love in people’s hearts today?
3. MORE. DAYS. TO. ASSESSMENTS. ENCOURAGE. ME. PLS. VERY. MUCH. APPRECIATED.
I’m heading nut head with work. Brought every single work home, with a paper bag full of films. Good works, one great passionate heart, needs to believe and do her best. And I finally understood the meaning of what you like yet what’s your specialty. I found it, took me awhile to realize.
GO EUNY! DON’T WORRY ABOUT ANYTHING, BUT PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING!
Euny.
Weather
I don’t fancy glaring bright and hot sunny days.
I really dislike it when it rains.
And please, not the strong rushing wind where everything gets blown away.
I love a little of the sun, bright enough, along with the gentle breeze.
Laying in the open fields, sitting on the bench, or just staring out into the open sky.
That’s my kind weather.
Me.
Before I Start Work
It just came to me that life isn’t about waiting for a storm to pass,
It’s about learning how to dance in the rain.
OK. WORK.
Eunice.
Chords Of Everyday
Some say music is like words the heart can’t express. (more…)
In This Instant Society
Jian Yao: “You like oil painting?”
Me: “Yeah. It’s different from Acrylic.”
Jian Yao: “Acrylic dries too fast.”
Me: “Painting oil, there’s more space. Freedom and control to paint.”
And this taught me even more how I should not be instant in an instant society.
E.
“Nothing Beats That”
Me: “I realize I hardly take photos with you!”
Joey: “Are you complaining about it?”
Me: (Silence)
Joey: “Yes you are.”
It’s rather amazing you learn even more stuff than you already have even though you’ve been to the same exhibitions once again. Perhaps it’s different with different people, with different eyes, different viewpoints and different perspectives. This line just pondered me, so is it similarities or differences that bring people together? Like a table for one, is it a table for everyone?
Think, think, think. My favorite thing to do.
Yes. And I’m a small girl, with big dreams.
Eunice.
See The Wind
“You don’t even know me.”
“I have the rest of my life to find out.”
Peeekaaabooo! Good morning earthlings! School time!
Gotta go!
E.
Love Song For A Savior
He’s more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips
Someday we’ll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He’ll call us and we will come running
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we’ll pray,I want to fall in love with You
It seems too easy to call you “Savior”,
Not close enough to call you “God”
So as I sit and think of words I can mention
to show my devotion.
My all time fav from Jars Of Clay, Love Song For A Savior. And I painted till it rained in the early morning night. Time to sleep eunice. It’s a great day ahead! God, teach me to have child-like faith. :)
Euny.
Shelves of Bottles
“You wouldn’t know when. Someday, you’ll just need it.”
This is a bottle; a bottle filled with papers. It’s been a long while since I opened this, this birthday present bottle. (Wait, it’s a jar. I guess.) This was the latest, but one of the greatest unique gifts I’ve received for my birthday this year. Or was it a Christmas gift? Haha. Perhaps both. I’m not too sure since my dear friend mentioned before he doesn’t remember birthdays.
What are on those pieces of papers you might wonder. They are reminders of God’s love, words of encouragements, and maybe some random line that could just bring one a little smile. And who knows when you’ll need them? The thing is, they are always there, in that bottle. (I mean, jar.)
There are shelves of bottles, bottles that contain various things. Perhaps at times, we so happen to pick out the wrong bottle and get stuck in there. Perhaps at times, we just need to know which to pick out from the shelves and open them up. And at times like today, God just reminded me of the jar. (I got it right this time.)
“Your presence speaks louder than words, so just be here and stay with me.”
God, I thank You for Joey. :)
And every other that has always been there for me.
Eunice.
Genius is 1% Inspiration
Most of us live our whole lives without having an adventure to call our own. What is any life without the pursuit of a dream? Remember that the meaning of life is to live it as if it were a work of art. You and I are not machines. When we were young, we started working on this great work of art called ‘own existence’. And if you’re willing to fail interestingly, you tend to succeed interestingly.
There is no discovery without risk and what you risk reveals what you value. And if what you value loses its own value over time, you never really discovered much. Though it wasn’t all that wasted, there is always this possibility much more could have been done and uncovered.
Euny likes to think. Think about anything and everything. More often so what people don’t usually see or think about. Euny likes to imagine. Imagine a whole list of possibilities in every circumstance and impractical ideas for the moment. Euny likes to challenge. Challenge herself against the norm and what she has never done before. Euny likes first times. Because that’s where everything starts. From it comes thoughts, then imaginations, then the challenges.
It just so happen that I’ve been thinking about school work. As much as I can think about the amount of time left, I got to start working faster. Let me list down the things I have to submit for Assessment in 2 weeks time:
Western Painting
4 Paintings (Left touch ups)
1 “Unfinished Breakfast” (Almost done)
1 Final Project: “Celebration” (Started)
Drawing 3
2 Mixed media (Done)
3 Statues (Re-doing)
1 Sketch Book (Started)
1 Final Project: Still Life In Space
Figure Drawing
2 Portraits (Done)
3 Figures (Done)
1 Self Portrait (Almost done)
1 Sketch Book (Done)
Then left with Investigating Art theory artwork + Essay. Digital Time Based Media Stop Motion Video (Rawly). Done with History and Video Production. If I work hard enough every day, I should be able to complete them in time. Not forgetting I have a whole list of “want-to-do”s after that.
Ah and yes, I like this. This is Art. Completely, totally, most awesomely.
99 % Perspiration
Euny.
Rawly
He’ll be the cutest thing for the season. At least for me. Hee!
What’s more, I made it, I created it! :)
To live is to choose. But to choose well, you must know who you are
And what you stand for, where you want to go and why you want to get there.
E.
Flipped
“But no weapon that is formed against you shall prosper, and every tongue that shall rise against you in judgment you shall show to be in the wrong. This peace, righteousness, security, triumph over opposition is the heritage of the servants of the Lord; this is the righteousness or the vindication which they obtain from Me, says the Lord.” – Isaiah 54:17 (Amplified Bible)
I can’t help but think about the old conversation I had with a good old friend who rang up. Remembering those amazing God-moments and going all way out for Christ. It’s amazing how you’ve not talked to one in months, but felt as though you both talked just moments ago. And we’ll just talk about God, pray for each other and completely understood without much saying, and still encourages specifically one’s own unique way. And after that, all the other stuff comes in like school and life etc. :p
Flipping through written pages. It’s alright to look back, isn’t it?
Look back, when it is a good view. :)
“Eunice, no weapon formed against you shall prosper!”
Euny. :)
Running out of ink, not
Life is not a written book you can pick up and read.
It is a journal waiting for you to fill up its pages.
All back to the notebook, notebook, notebook. Notebook is the second closest to my thoughts. Write write write. And I’ll never run out of ink. So many stations, some I can’t stay for long. There isn’t a destination, at least not yet, but there is a ride. On this ride, you meet new people, you face new days, you observe new things, and ponder about everything.
Courage doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying,
“I will try again tomorrow.”
E.
Bridge The Gap
To stand out is not being at extreme ends anymore,
but in the Middle.
By that you’re Extreme.
E.
The Big Twitter
At the end of the day, you can either focus on what’s tearing you apart
Or what’s holding you together.
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I find this place like a bigger and longer version of twitter.
Ultimately all my main thoughts still goes into the notebook.
Or just remains in my head. Or already being in me.
U.
Faith 