Wardrobe Lovin’

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Do I like clothes? Yes. Do I splash on something I love? Yes. Do I feel good in the moment? Yes. Do I feel good 24 hours later? No. Because I realise I have been caught in the dangerous cycle of splashing on a piece of fabric. I believe there is no harm in treating oneself now and again because that is the beauty of self happiness. I love to do this now and again especially after payday. Yet I have come to realise how shocking the accumulation of clothes can become. The new clothes somewhat steal the limelight from the old clothes and then they end up either untouched for years on end or if the Marie Kondo is channeled within…given to the charity shop (which is gooood). It is a sad cycle and something I want to avoid as much as possible. I want to put the big L in love and truly wear my clothes with confidence, happiness and pride. It’s hard enough keeping up with the latest trend, let alone keeping self aware of what I don’t need and do need. The image above displays all my clothes in my wardrobe. There are 21 items altogether. I have one draw of tops I haven’t gone through yet. But the wardrobe is filled with clothes I want to wear for as long as possible. I want to save money and avoid temptation from the latest trends, and suppress the hungry consumer that I can be, and try my utmost hardest to harness the Miranda style I have already. For that is me. My challenge is to be wise with my budgeting, and spend on things I NEED, keeping amount of clothes to a minimum.

Poem #2 Invisible Man

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Invisible man 
 You are the fog blinding my sight
 It is my heart that guides me to 
 See through life
 Even though you are not with me 
 By my side 
 My heart grows feeble over time
 Don’t appear suddenly
 You will give me a fright
 Though may good energy
 Be sought through 
 Prayerful time
 For you to be my soldier
 Who will protect me from despair..
 Unspoken words lost in the air
 I sing to unlock the tension of solitude
 And hope for your presence to become real
 And for me to be the girl you will always see.

This poem is open to interpretation, you can look at it in different ways. I wrote this poem with a sense of longing for someone who is not currently by my side, but a figment of my imagination. Although he is not physically present in my life, the thought of being with him is like ‘fog blinding my sight’ to reality around me. With pressures from society to find love from social media to TV shows to books to music, it is easy to fall into the trap into forgetting how colourful life can be beyond these pressures. I feel we go through each day motivated by our heart and willpower shaping our character, independent to our own thoughts and actions. ‘My heart grows feeble over time’ sounds sad I know. Given a heartbreak I have once been through, I feel as though the rest of the poem conveys a healing process, which takes time. I hope it makes you reflect the bittersweet nature of love and how it can break us yet slowly light emerges at the end of every tunnel, and everything will be alright for you, for me, for us all.

I am ok by the way 🙂 #feelinghopeful (Btw, this poem is not in Pocket Full of Stars)

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Wild horses

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My painting of a wild horse
Wild horses
Rolling Stones

Childhood living is easy to do
The things you wanted I bought them for you
Graceless lady you know who I am 
You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away 
Wild, wild horses couldn’t drag me away

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you’ve decided to show me the same 
No sweeping exit or offstage lines 
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie 
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time 
Faith has been broken tears must be cried 
Let’s do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn’t drag me away 
Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them some day 
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away 
Wild, wild horses we’ll ride them some day.

A song so emotional and so beautifully written tugs at my heart strings and leads me on to reflect about the nature of relationships. My personal reflection of Wild horses is he is talking to someone he cannot love or be with. I get the feeling an illness of some sort is keeping them apart. But the utmost respect he has for her is conveyed in the line ‘could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind’. The line ‘I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie’ struck a chord in me because the humility in admitting he has caused wrong shows he wants to clear the air, before he goes. I feel as though perhaps trust has been broken between them, ‘tears must be cried’ perhaps insinuating it was a serious predicament. ‘Let’s do some living after we die’, a powerful line that speaks for itself. As for the wild horses, I think they represent life.

*This is not a valid analysis to the song, it is my own, but please Google further other possibilities as to what this song may mean or comment below on what it means to you. Thank you.

A Touch of Tao

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‘Winnie the Pooh has a certain Way about him, a way of doing things which has made him the world’s most beloved bear, and Pooh’s Way, as Benjamin Hoff brilliantly demonstrates, seems strangely close to the ancient Chinese principles of Taoism.

While Eeyore frets. . . And Piglet hesitates. . . And Owl pontificates. . .

Pooh just is.

I read this book with a smile on my face. Hoff offers the reader the wisdom of Tao in a straightforward manner, leaving me to ponder after every page, self reflecting on my limits and how I can just be. The beauty of this book incorporates our dear Winnie the Pooh and friends as Hoff himself converses with them, using their characters to depict the challenges one goes through in life, and how we can be more like Pooh. The classic illustrations convey this. The wit made me giggle, and the stories from Ancient China help to further shed light upon the morals and integral values we should try to live by. It’s a deep book, that will leave you feeling good about yourself, no matter how crusty you feel. Channel your inner Pooh and everything will be fine .

“No matter how Useful we may be, sometimes it takes us a while to recognise our own value” Benjamin Hoff

Girl power

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Malala

Malala, known to everyone as a remarkable young girl, campaigning for girls’ education in Pakistan. Devastatingly she was shot in the head at the tender age of 14 by the Taliban for speaking out. In 2014, she became the youngest person ever to win the Nobel Peace Prize. Her memoir, I am Malala has sold almost two million copies worldwide.

I picked up a free copy of ‘Stylist’ magazine as Malala on the front cover caught my attention. The integrity she holds, and her strong passion to transform the lives of those vulnerable and unfortunate mesmerises me. If anything, I would want to join forces with her and promote change in areas of the world whereby inequality exists till this day. Reading her brief interview, was enough to grasp a snapshot of a bleak reality in many countries. She raises the issue of refugees, and how ‘they are portrayed in such a negative way’  , situated in developing countries : Lebanon, Jordan, Turkey and Pakistan. In her book ‘We Are Displaced’ , Malala provides an account of refugee girls and the harrowing experiences they have gone through. I would like to read this book, as I believe hearing these real life stories will broaden my awareness toward a never ending nightmare, which can only be lifted by strong inspirational people like Malala.

‘People do not understand that leaving your home is never your first choice. It is always your last choice. And sometimes it is the only choice that you have’ Malala