'cos your so auto-de-blu

it's true. look how they shine for you. suddenly i see, that's what i wan't to be. you can see she's a beautiful girl... she's a beautiful girl; everything around her is a silver pool of light.

i was thinking along the lines of 'purple dash' but i'm more of an 'auto-de-blu'. tired and worn out i'm writing on a day that brought no inspiration. i have become a work-a-holic. my only entertainment is the walk home, occasionally bumping into people i know. my newly acquired philosophy has deleted stress from the dictionary. 'stress' is there only if you leave room for it. once it's removed, things become manageable. they're still difficult, but they're getting done. this sort of attitude comes by when you know there's nothing left to lose.

as far as philosophies go, i used to rule the world. many worlds. i've seen them crumble and shatter before me. there's no lost meaning, because there was nothing meant. there's no lost feeling, because there was nothing felt. when 'things' begin to lose their value, is when you are at your best.

i say goodnight and go,
amelie

an endless epiphany i see...

"And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand" -Coldplay

i see patterns in poetry;
reminisce a while...
see what lies inside my mind |"life"

"... and the magic is in the eyeliner"

a long long day today began with a migraine of sorts. usually a cup of tea solves everything, unfortunately today did not seem very usual. two cups in the morning didn't open my eyes. the other two in the afternoon were not too useful either. but the 3 dozes of darjeeling in the evening had some effect on my capabilities and i managed to stretch my work day a coupla more hours. once the regular part of life, aka work, was done with, the hunger kicked in. half a pizza later, a friday night calls for something special. today it was known as pistachio and white chocolate cake. which, naturally would go along with a fragrant cup of earl grey. in total of 8 cups of tea could equal substance abuse, and hence i am awake at 3 am trying hard to think and explain why it is only eyeliner that makes it to heaven in the book of make-up.

i've come up with a random theory of weekly make-up. it is always lovely to look good because it makes you feel good too. but somehow my migraine today took out the greyer side of my face. dotted with concealer and a toned down red lipstick i faced the world of cosmetics. not very impressive i would say. but saved, in terms of 'face'. anyways i digress, from the varied levels of make up exploited this week along with the events that i was lucky to attend, i would say the eyeliner is royalty. almost the spice of life that encourages a stranger to smile, or a passer by to turn just for that second glance.

in any case, i leave eyeliner, mascara and the works only for extreme situations when it is absolutely necessary. mostly because my eyes suffer. even with all these clever remover products and opthomologically (right spelling i hope) tested eye make up my eyes can get itchy with all the residue. so naturally, after 2 days of using it, the third is always a rest day.

so back to the theory.
monday: basics (which are concealer, face powder, blush and lip balm) with pencil eyeliner
tuesday: basics, pencil eyeliner, lipstick
wednesday: basics, liquid eyeliner, mascara
thursday: basics, liquid eyeliner, lipstick
friday: basics. mascara. lipgloss. (anything more might make you attract way more attention than required, but then again i know a lot of people who can carry off the works with no issues so this report is subjective)

anyways since the tea has gotten me on the subject of vanity, i need to leave you before i begin a less indept and more ridiculous analysis of make-up and other vain vices of our world.

au revoir,
amelie

ex-po-zay!

ex-po-zay!

[unfortunately i don't have the little french accent on my keyboard for correct spelling, so bear with the phonetics.]

but that's what facebook is pretty much good at doing. somehow i wonder why im part of this vicious circle. as a piece of advice, every time you add or change a network, you need to change your privacy settings too. else, bear with "ex-po-zay!"

it's scary to know how many people will have access to personal information when your profile is "at large" in a network. needless to say, everyone knows this bullshit, but i was the victim here and i felt the moment of fear/"oh shit!"

more along the lines of exposure, the SIPF opening was today. an amazing event. lot's of important and interesting people. most of all, amazing photo stories. anyone can take great photographs, it only takes skill. to make this art, you need meaning- a narrative. this is what i saw at the works displayed today. photography that extends a moment through many still frames, divulging enough and concealing more. then you have your imagination/logic to fill in the rest. for a taste of this please go down (or rather "up") to take a look at the works.[www.sipf.com.sg]

"Where have you been when you were really comfortable inside your skin?" - Paul Kohl

there are plenty of fringe events going on during the sipf. so do enjoy!

another note on "ex-po-zay!". i've gotten used to this feature on the mac. i totally miss this on my pc. and now i end up squishing the sides of my mouse hoping to see my desktop.

au revoir for now!

amelie

running in heels with a dagger in my hand!

this is the sort of expression that is going catch people's attention. and being in this lackadaisical couldn't care less phase of life, i would say achievement is a must. the problem is that there is no single plan. there are many. like a child entranced, each new experience, outlook and opportunity becomes exciting, eye-opening, and almost obsessive. it is the idea of an idea that can keep this wandering spirit alive.

walking down the cobbled path (yes the path is cobbled. this is not a random phrase from an old english tale) in killer red stilettos, i burst into song. this sort of enthusiasm isn't normal in a sobered down, knackered soul like me. but yes, these random moments do happen, and when they do, there is a need for an explanation. excitement wears off from novelty. this splash of energy resonates from an enticing 4 days in a country not my own (although i wish it were) and not my adopted home either. a first timer in any city is always awe struck. hk for that matter, was all my architecture case studies coming to life. the congestion, the shopping avenues, the classiness, the age and the dirt all combined into one was a wonderfully refreshing. the urbanity and the density of such a vibrant city was what i needed to see. the activity available in hk is another emotion altogether. and so i have begun another urban love affair along with a thirst to see and touch new places.

if you were to consider the elements that define me, i would find it hard to pin point any particular characteristic. some things at the top of my head would be;
1. colourful or pointy shoes (sometimes both)
2. make up
3. exquisite and exotic food that looks pretty (not necessarily expensive and usually very safe)
4.long aimless walks (camera in hand)
5. discovery (usually of places)
6. bright pink, red and more recently lime green
7.tea

feel free to add to the list. im usually the worst at judging myself. fickle it may seem, but it is an experience cherished. a personality explored and a phase enjoyed or overcome. this is what i feel life is about; transition and the jabs, bolts and ecstasy that's embedded in the package.

so i must say, for a wanderer like me, until the i find solid ground to stand on (or for that matter if someone decides to lend me some), i simply choose to live this moment chasing every penchant idea; beautiful like a butterfly trying to reach the sky!