Am back…
…but am also super busy. Will update this blog after the New Year…hopefully!
Don’t miss me too much k?
The season is upon us!
With Christmas just waiting to pounce on us, just out of curiousity, how are you spending it???
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The photobook album!
It’s here - the photobook album that I had been working on a few weeks ago. The template was sent to Photobook about five working days ago and this morning, it arrived via Citylink courier…
I must admit that I prefer this over Pixart simply because of the overall feel and texture of the finished product. While the paper is not as glossy as Pixart’s pages, it has a canvas-like texture to it, which is very similar to photo printing done by bridal studios. This could be a personal thing but I prefer non-glossy finishes to my photos.
Weighty issues.
Recently, a friend went through a bout of depression and it came mainly from the fact that someone commented about her weight. She poured her heart out on an online thread and the replies that came forth were revealing, to say the least.
Despite how we all know that a lot of women out there suffer from some form of weight-related illness like aneroxia and bullimia, we always peg it with a certain image, a certain kind of woman. However, the people who came out about their weight-related pasts were gorgeous and strong women; the ones whom you would never peg down as someone suffering from self-esteem problems.
Those who replied, me included, we all had one thing in common - believing that the value of a person is just in their appearance and for women, this is something which everyone seems to harp on more than usual. We hardly see advertisements promoting weight loss programmes, synthetic or natural weight loss pills for fat men. When we make movies about fat people, we see men and women being portrayed in a different light - funny versus downright disgusting/pitiful.
And the difference doesn’t end there. When catching up with a friend, Europeans never comment about appearances while Asians go on and on about how fat/thin they have gotten, how good they look and so forth. We never seem to want to know how a person is truly getting along, how they are holding up emotionally/mentally/spiritually. We concern ourselves with the superficial…and in the process, we set standards and expectations upon others.
The most critical people in a woman’s life is often other women - a mother, grandmother, aunt, good friend, etc. Strange how women who are frequently touted as sensitive turn out to be the harshest critic in society. To make matters worse, it’s a vicious cycle…
Ohwow?
Only half a month left before the year is out - it’s hard to believe that this year has been a year of plenty. Almost surreal, actually.
Getting married was one of those big moments…how can any sane person forget that???!!!???
Rather, there were other things that were rather significant - the move between my former workplace back to the education line, something which I got into quite unexpectedly four years ago. The new job was a God-sent both financially and emotionally, differently a far cry from the long hours and stress. So you can almost say that I wasn’t exactly looking forward to finishing up my last few hours at work this morning. But I did it anyway - stuffed all my books into three totes and said my goodbyes. Well, I’ve always had this bad habit of making my office comfy. Oopz.
Just several weeks shy from the New Year, one of my “triple” moments hit me. I am now jobless, and busy preparing for a wedding banquet-cum-migration AND a baby. Heh. Well, technically I’m doing some freelance work and trying to bulk up my store but yes, I have no fixed income coming in.
It would have been overwhelming, strange even, but somehow it feels more right than wrong. Instead of talking about the usual girlie-stuff that all women do in their early twenties, I’m talking about prenatal supplements and husbands/families with my other married friends. Very Sex And The City, actually. I only hope I don’t lose touch of my individuality…
Is this what change, and ultimately, adulthood is all about?
Some “headlines”
Some of the really “interesting” headlines and teasers that I’ve had to grade since Monday. I use the term “interesting” loosely.
The stories were basically this:
- Landslide occurs on some highway, some people were trapped but no one was killed.
- Lorry driver on handphone crashes into a school bus killing 6 children.
- A woman does a Bobbit on hubby and feeds his privates to the family dog because he complained too much about her cooking.
And this was what I got instead…
Landslide tumbles and kills two on highway.
Landslide massacres.
Two cars burrying in the landslide.
Lorry hit back by bus. Up next.
Think twice before you grumbling your wife’s cooking. Find out more after the commercial break.
A woman cut up her husband’s penis and sewed as dog food.
No one killed in major landside tumbled accident.
Do not talking on handphone while driving. We will tell you more after this.
Woman going mad with silly action after grumble by her husband about her cooking. Stay tuned.
The reason for a cruel wife to slaughter her husband. Coming up next.
=.=
Nocturnal bliss.
I think I’m slowly turning into an owl. Hm.
My nights and wee hours of the morning are spent finishing up the last of my photobook designs, playing Plant Tycoon (this game is freaking addictive!!!!) and waiting for Nil to get online so we can have one of our cheapo conversations. It doesn’t help that we both have raked up quite a bit of amount on the phone calls. I for one cannot wait till this whole LDR is over and done with.
Anyway, the photobook order has been placed already so right now, the invitations and food tasting are high on my “to-do” list coupled with a few other things like finishing my shawl order, and going through some freelance work. This week looks to be a busy one as I rush through marking papers, a food sale at church, stuff on my list as well as a dinner and workshop to attend.
My nights are the only time when I feel extremely…blissful. Sometimes I don’t even want to get up. Can’t wait till most of it is over, really…I just want to be lazy. Kekekeke! Yes, can’t you tell that I’ve nothing great to say? O’well…
