A
fantastic year studying in the UK.
Feel
free to know me more.
Guess
what? I already on the plane way to my lovely furnished home with
puppy screaming and scratching welcome your arrival.
Gosh!
I miss her everyday.
Listening
to the lovely country /jazz music while everyone was sleeping nears
me.
Enjoying
my lovely time writing my blog.
Watched
a few movies.
The
Book Thief.
It
tells the inspiration story of a spirited and courageous young girl
who transforms the lives of everyone around her when she's sent to
live with a new family in World War II Germany.
Oh
come on, can't tell you the whole story line.
Go
watch it in somewhere.Is a very lovely and warm story to me.
She
just a lovely girl in love with BOOKS.
Well,
she does inspired me a lot. How many books you had read in your whole
life?
Wo
ho ho, not a lot for me...
Anyway,
(Hold
on, not kidding!! Just got an ice cream from the air-men.Yum!vanilla
ice cream covered with strawberry at 12:06 am.Feeling lucky is not
chocolate.Don't be jealous. Haha)
Right!
This blog is followed by after watching “The Book Thief”.
Honestly
feeling completely not the same after studying in the UK.
At
least living alone you don't need to cares about anything.
All
of my friends in my country were not with me the whole year.
Some
of them had moved to another countries, some of them left me , some
of them sort of disappeared and some of them came back to me and even want something from me.
How
do I feel? Is really hard and feeling missing something.And clearly, don't enjoy it.
Believe
me or not.I'm always a fun girl jumping all around the whole world
and people never ever can catch me.Because... if you don't looked
after me for a minute.I may be gone... Not all the time but just so
you know... I may...be gone... sometime.
Friendship
to me? Not an easy task.Annoys me most of the time.
Hey!
If you think deeply you may understand me in some situation.
Also the people I met mostly is not very good.So just incase someone hurts me or I hurt somebody.
Being alone is one of the good way.
I have to say I'm a caring girl and is bad for the people who I care of and is bad for me.
Because
is a worry and is not good to be worrying too much.
I
couldn't change this personality because is not bad generally.
But
it crops me on something.And that thing makes me ill.
I
always love to be alone once in a while.And I sort of just spread
this little thing out and it happened more and more often.
The
best way to know about yourself well is to be alone sometime or most
of the time.
Don't
listen or ask how people think about you.Is not about them. :)
Talking
to yourself though the mirrors and keep on writing how you feel.
When
you looked back to those words that you had written.
THAT'S
COOL!
*this
is how I feel most of the time.
During
this year of studying in Cambridge I felt great obviously.
Always
busy, working then being a little bit lazy once in a while.
Still
remember the time of trying a lot of new things and struggling on
study Fine Art or Fashion Design.
I
never thought that I will be studying in fashion.
Honestly
never.Even my sister was a little bit shock when she noticed that I
will study fashion.I was shocked too.I thought I will go to France to
study chef or desserts before I came to the UK, cos I was quite good
at it.PROUD!
Still
remember the time on asking all of my friends or people that I knew
on whether I should study fashion styling or fashion design.
My
sister quickly replied me not fashion design.I thought she is right
at that time too.
But
I found out that she maybe not.
At
the end I did choose fashion styling but... then I changed my mind again to study fashion design.
Things
just kind of go this way.I know, I know.It was weird to me too.Cos I
thought I will go for Fine Art too.
See. That's stressful and struggle!
See. That's stressful and struggle!
Gosh!
That was fun studying in Fine Art.Believe me is not a whole lot of
painting ,drawing and boring.Really! IT IS NOT!
I
thought of either I should became an Artist , fashion stylist ,
fashion journalist or fashion designer.
Why
not all of them if I could? People asked me how can I still got time
on writing my own blog and working on school at the same time.It was
hard sometime.
Trust
me, sometime I even need to work, a part time job.
Was
it insane? No, I don't think in this way.
I
just enjoy on being a 24 hours working machine.
If I don't move for a while, my butt felt itchy.
If I don't move for a while, my butt felt itchy.
And
then I got a little bit of time drinking and making jokes on people.
They
loves me. I... think... … …. …. ….
I
been living with Art since I was very little.
I
sometimes ask myself whether I born in an Art family?
My
two elder sister studying in Architecture and fashion they both went really good and famous school. Three of us have experience on
studying piano, violin, metal piano , ballet, chinese traditional
/oil / acrylic painting , swimming. I also studied basketball,
gymnastic. Singing etc.
My
mum and Dad never study in Art.So I thought, “Oh, then I'm not born
in an Art family.”
I
think it all over again and again.Then I found something.
My
mother was obsess with planting trees and flowers.Very beautifully.
My
Dad even build her a flower hanger.A giant big one at the middle of
the garden.
She
talks to the flower.And saids she felt relax while facing to them.
Sadly,
she told me that flowers won't be arguing and fight with her.....
Thank you for telling me mum.I got what you mean.
She
saids if the flowers trying to be upset, just tell them they are
going to be fine and ask them to recover soon. Then the next day, day
will look beautiful again.
“It
works!”, she saids.
She
is really famous on planting near the area of where I lived.
The
next door always secretly looked at out garden and enjoy our view.
I
still remember when I born.
Flowers
is one of the thing that I describe my mother.And then the other was
not good to mention.
You
know, just hitting us a lot with a wooden stick(Hong Kong traditional
parenting and teaching skills) towards the little soft and sexy
butt... Um......You experienced that before.Did you?
(Three
of us used to break them in half.Yes! My mother not only got one
wooden stick.
We
broke them, we hide them.Then obviously my mom found out, she bought
them again.And the whole thing became a cycle.)
My
Father.
He
obviously a busy busy business worker.He is incredible but not gonna
tell you why in this stage.
While
I was little.Maybe around 7 or 8 years old.
The
only thing I could have remember is that he loves movies.A LOT,
I
can not count how many movies he had watched in his whole life.
Maybe
more than 100 millions? I don't know. Three of us used to watch
movies with my father every weekends until 4am.
Just
a lot of guns, adventures ,blood and also someone's legs was broken
and got “boomed” away etc.
Few
years ago I tried to …..okay fine....I made him to watch cartoon
while we are having dinner for once.God, that was a pain for him.But
interesting, interesting!
He
kind of build me up on loving to watch movies all night long and
nearly every single day if I could.
I
kind of miss the time watching movies with my Dad.
And
my mum won't be stopping us because she was not the BOSS!HAHA!
Now
my dad was interested on photographer , music and he is also obsess with cooking chinese food.
He is a master chef cooking at home for us.
He could teach me how to cook a pan fried fish or dish for hours and hours.
He's amazing!He cook amazing!
He is a master chef cooking at home for us.
He could teach me how to cook a pan fried fish or dish for hours and hours.
He's amazing!He cook amazing!
If
you say that flowers , cooking and movies was Art then “Yes.”.
I
do born in an Art family.
Good
to found out.
My
passion about Art?
Um......
How should I say it in a better way.
While
I working on things about Art.There is a passion on doing it.
I
am not just saying it.
Is
a really exciting and weird feeling of passion.When you started to do
it you just kept on working on it, until the midnight then your eyes
started to close and then you begins to crap your blanket.It was soft
like clouds. The blanket starts to wrapping you around like a burrito
and that's it! You woke up the next morning and being shocked.
How
come I went to bed? I know it very well.
This
is how mostly my everyday routine.
You
never get enough on it.And you keep on doing it.
It
was the same as me.
I
started to make the first piece of works , it went pretty well.
The
next one, went good. Then the next one, I'm very happy with that.And
then the next one, people saids they likes it a lot. And so on,
people kind of shown their little jealousy face.
Once
in a little while I sat down , working /lying on the park or walking.
Ideas
jumps into my head.Is nearly a whole piece of works/a finished piece in my head.
I
didn't got time to finish making all of them otherwise I am insane.
But
I always drop it down on my notebook.
Is
cute to just looks back to them.
Being
an Artist , fashion designer, journalist or stylist is not what I
desire to be.
I
never know what I will be end up like.
But
for time to time.
Just
enjoy yourselves , keep on working on something and stay being happy.
Maybe
after 100 years.
I'm
just an old lady without any teeth ,sitting on the couch alone and no
one noticed that I am already dead for days... not good isn't it.
I
was planning on a new journey of my study and travel.
Couldn't
tell you guys before I get them done.
Is
gonna be a whole new page of me.
Got
few hours to arrive, gonna continue to watch some more lovely
movies on the plane.
I
really couldn't fall asleep due to I am way too excited to be home.Is
been 9 months.
Who
know if they still remember their little princess and what if the
little pup forgot who is her beloved ma ma always feeds her chicken.
Imaging
how my lovely home looks like, how was it smells like and what new
furnitures that my Dad had done to his house.
Stay
tune for the future big Announcement!
Lots of love and thank you for reading these stories about Lily.
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