
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
new museum
New skinny jeans with harness boots at the New Museum of Contemporary Art. While the building gain kudos for its distinctly sleek architecture and fancy interiors, the random art displays scattered around the box sized galleries seem a tag soulless. Sometimes, it takes more than just looking good on the outside....Meanwhile, i still think i rocked in my outfit today!
okemo
Saturday, January 19, 2008
and i hope you are happy too...
The Best Men is only 15 minutes, but conveyed such a universal message that touches so deeply.
"Its still there the scar"
"Maybe a little, but no one will ever notice its still there"
"Its still there the scar"
"Maybe a little, but no one will ever notice its still there"
resolution-less
2008 slipped into my life without much fanfare. I had no resolutions. At this point, my life seemed to have reached a standstill....I felt emotionless.
While i am familiar with experiencing highs and lows in life, the past few weeks had been a little unusual in the sense that i seem 'resigned' to the fact my life is getting boring. And right now, i am not doing much to change that. And maybe it is not really a crime to want to cuddle up in front of the tube on weekends rather than hanging in some bars. And maybe this is a process of aging that is finally catching up and confronting my life cycle. But my nonchalance bothers me sometimes. It's like i want to slow down, but i feel 'bad' about it.
I know that 2008 will be very different. In a way, i have sold myself to corporate slavery in exchange of a fancy title and the promise of a decent paycheck. But behind the glamorous Madison Avenue office is my constant struggle to find balance between work and play. Yes, play is what i am not doing enough these days. I just have so little left in me after a work day.
The truth is, i am not even feeling that i am missing out. This feeling of nothingness is surreal. And i am not sure how to get out of it, or if i even want to try. I am 'settled', yet restless. But contented in a strange way.
I know that 2008 will be very different. In a way, i have sold myself to corporate slavery in exchange of a fancy title and the promise of a decent paycheck. But behind the glamorous Madison Avenue office is my constant struggle to find balance between work and play. Yes, play is what i am not doing enough these days. I just have so little left in me after a work day.
The truth is, i am not even feeling that i am missing out. This feeling of nothingness is surreal. And i am not sure how to get out of it, or if i even want to try. I am 'settled', yet restless. But contented in a strange way.
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