Hmm....
I got a new quilt cover yesterday and guess what? I cant believe i was so dumb to get the wrong size despite checking the tag. Now, i've got to make a trip down to city just to change it. For those who are back in Spore, enjoy the sunny island!
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Finally got everything done. Arrangement has been made for Alex to pick me up on Saturday to the gallery. Well, at this hour, im definitely not feeling too good. Really aint in the best of mood to be bothered about anything. Results will be out next week and hopefully all goes well. In my room, typing this post with music in the background just make the whole atmosphere seem so down, quiet, alone... While there are lots of peeps outside in the living room waiting to catch world cup doesnt really change the fact that im feeling lonely at this hour. Well, one could say: Turn off the lights and head straight to bed. But sometimes it isn't just that easy. Maybe its a habit, its a routine, whatever its name is called, i just love to lie in bed and think/ reminsce about old times. It isn't the best thing to do before sleeping because it just makes one much more awake than before.
Anyone out there actually have such moments whereby you type something and minutes later, you decide to delete away whatevers been written and you type the same thing over and over again just to find yourself deleting it again. Be it on laptops, notepad and of course, the mobile phone. Lots of mixed emotions? Better ways of phrasing the sentences? Afraid of....? or maybe just purely because there isn't much to say anymore but we just keep trying...? or maybe, we cant make up our mind? I turned on the television this morning and it was screening the Oprah talk show. It was talking about how things usually dosen't go as planned or how we would loved for it to be. But its the fact that we actually stand up and ACCEPT the fact that This is The Truth; The Reality instead of running away from it. No doubt that it was hard for me to absorb everything thats been said in the discussion since i just got up from sleep not too long ago but nonetheless, it did spoke to me. The very fact that one's willingness to accept "change" and welcome the "new" will somehow or rather determine one's path, maybe a change in perception but its definitely a brand new beginning.
And i am about to be on this journey.
Its going to take a long time to rework things out and i believe the journey after it will be a sweet and lasting one.
Goodnight all
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What am I? Who am I? Where am I?
- JIMEI MELINDA
- ART is a powerful LANGUAGE. It communicates to everyone and anyone. It has the ability to depict personal emotions as well as concerns unknown to anyone in the most truthful manner but yet on the other hand, not being literal which therefore allow the audiences to perceive it in accordance to their knowledge. The face has always been an interesting form to me as everyone has got his/her own face. Often, the face shows the history and background of oneself. To put up a front, to disguise, to apply make up are examples of self concealed. One will recognised the smiling face of a man constantly throughout my artworks. Some wonders if the smile is a reflection of complete joy, in a state of total denial or maybe to disguise anxiety. Perhaps it is a reflection of total pleasure or yet it might just be the laugh of an idiot. By restricting my style, I self imposed limits, allowing communication to audiences on a wide subject.
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