Monday, October 27, 2014

Lucky

You know, I feel that all my life, I've been really lucky. Yes, there are low points in my life, but nonetheless smooth sailing.

Family



I have a family that has been supporting me all this while. A family that is cohesive and has home-cooked dinner around the dinner table together. I have a sister who is so amazing, how we enjoy each other's company whenever we have the chance. I have a mum who is super supportive of me and the superwoman  of our household. I have a dad who makes sure we are safe and offers to fetch us home whenever it's too late.

Though there are times where i get frustrated due to some reasons, but I still am thankful for being born into this family.

School



I'm lucky to have a chance to be in an arts school to focus on my dream of being a professional violinist.  I'm lucky to have been awarded a scholarship to lighten my family's financial burden. I'm lucky to have assigned a teacher I wanted and learn so many new things from him and guiding me to become a better violinist.

Friends



I've had a fair share of both good and bad friends, but I'm lucky enough to have been able to distinguish between them. Having friends of a similar wavelength is really all that one could ask for, because they won't judge you and will always stay by your side, no matter what ridiculous things you do. I'm lucky to have found them and also a best friend whom I can keep no matter how busy we are being apart.


Love



It overwhelms me how much I'm loved and can love. I'm lucky to be able to wake up in the morning with a smile just thinking of him. I'm lucky to be able to feel so strongly that my heart does this little sinking feeling when I miss him. I'm lucky to have found him, how I constantly feel a joy that consumes me.

I am lucky to be lucky in my life, and am very grateful to whoever who have made my life more bearable and happy to live. 

Keep musing,
#museestate

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Through lenses: Narrative

Wow... these few weeks have been so hectic I didn't even have time to blog. Too many rehearsals going on in and out of school. But here is another series of 10 photos with the theme "narrative". So basically, I snap something with the element of a human to tell a story... How do you think I fared?

Down the Drain



Write-up: This photograph shows a framed childhood photograph of the photographer, playing the violin, lying in the drain. This portrays the photographer’s state of mind, being in fear that a long nurturing process would go to waste; a literal interpretation of the phrase “efforts gone down the drain”. 

Just You and Me



Write-up: This photograph shows a couple dining together at a restaurant. The photographer captures the married couple who has sought solace of their time alone, taking a break from their children, over a simple meal.

Time Freeze 


Write-up: This photograph shows a broken-down car in the middle of the road with a man at the open car bonnet. The photographer portrays the freezing of time of the driver whose car has broken down. As his mode of transport becomes nonfunctional, his plans for the day become on halt. 

Soldier On



Write-up: This photograph shows a boy wearing a British flag helmet and carrying a backpack, with his arm stretched out on a concrete slope. The photographer portrays a projected future of the boy as a soldier as he is wearing a helmet and a backpack alike in the army. 

All Eyes on Me



Write-up: This photograph shows the renowned busker on Orchard Road of Singapore, the woola hula uncle, while the passer-bys are all looking at him, making him the centre of attention. The photographer captures her amazement towards the attention given to this old man despite a seemingly simple act.

Cardboard Uncle



Write-up: This photograph shows a pile of flattened cardboard boxes stacked on the backseat of a bicycle, while revealing a pair of legs underneath. This man has been collecting cardboard boxes for a living for most of his life, hence people call him the cardboard uncle. The photographer portrays the man's loss of self-identity through the lack of a face one can identify with. 

Beheaded



Write-up: This photograph shows a chef chopping a fish. The chef's head is cropped out to signify an equivalence of the "beheading" of poultry and fish by the chef. The chef on the left with his hands on the waist denotes a comedic yet satirical implication, as if he's imitating a chicken. 

The Uncelebrated



Write-up: This photograph shows a construction site with a relatively small silhouette of a construction worker on the top left. Most of the time, only the end product of a construction is celebrated, but not the process. The photographer brings out the idea of the “uncelebrated”, how the construction workers work day and night but are never recognized for their efforts. The relatively small silhouette therefore portrays the insignificance of the construction worker towards the public. 

Playground 


Write-up: This photograph shows a boy and a girl on a makeshift playground made out of cardboard boxes laid down on the floor. The photographer captures how the children seek joy in a simple set up as they play amongst themselves. 

Time with Ah Ma 



Write-up: This photograph shows an old lady at the front seat of a van looking out of the window. The photographer attempts to capture rare moments going out with her grandmother.

Photos are taken with Samsung NX2000 in manual mode and then edited.

Keep musing,
#museestate

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Wisdom Surgery

So yes, I got my wisdom tooth (bottom left) removed as it was hurting due to lack of space to grow and it was totally hitting on my other tooth. See that pun there? And yes, you may go on with the wisdom teeth jokes, haha. Anyway, here's an X-ray of my teeth.


Pretty cool stuff, right? Apparently, all my wisdom teeth have already grown out as you can see from above. Only the bottom left is giving me problems (so far). So, the dentist recommended it to be extracted since there's already no space for it to grow. It's a surgical process, meaning anaesthetics and knife. And yes, you get mc of up to 5 days. 


On to the surgery, which is scheduled 2 days later, oh good Lord... The procedure itself was virtually painless, and so were the next 2 hours due to the anaesthetics. But gosh, after that was just plain nightmare. Just a (not really) fun fact, I am allergic to painkillers, meaning my eyes will puff up and my throat will swell up after taking painkillers. So yes, it was pretty much the worst feeling I've ever experienced living with THAT pain. 


The pain woke me up about 5 times at night while I was trying to fall asleep, curling up my body in the attempt to reduce the pain (ya, didn't work at all). Another part was that it affected my appetite. I could not even open my mouth big enough to eat my popiah (Chinese wrap). I also literally lived eating mashed potato and fruit juice. 

I also noticed that I had some mood fluctuations, and so explain my absence recently.

Thank goodness those were all over... Though it still feels uncomfortable with the stitchings. But yes, the pain is all over.

Keep musing,
#museestate

Thursday, October 2, 2014

four

My love travels for 2,430 miles right now at this moment, you will not believe how much I want to travel there.


Today marks the fourth and not being able to meet you sucks. But like they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder and I hope it only grows from here. Here's Plain White T's for you.

Hey there Delilah, 
What's it like in New York City? 
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Delilah, 
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me, 
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah, 
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl, 
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good, 
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah, 
I've got so much left to say, 
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all, 
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me, 
Oh it's what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far, 
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way, 
Our friends would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way, 
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Delilah, 
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school 
And I'll be making history like I do
You know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This one's for you

Oh It's what you do to me!