This Blog was Meant for so much more

I should be utilizing this blog a lot more that what I am currently doing.

This should be an easily accessible place for me to practise my writing skills, for who is to stop me from writing about anything I want? Each post could be something wholly different from its precedent and antecedent. In one post I can be the quiet girl who sits a top a hill, overlooking the ongoings of a busy farm, and in another I am the gossip girl who needs to gripe about somebody. And I could always come back to the posts later to edit them.

So, why not?

Brutal Honesty

There are some people who wield bluntness as a tool to stroke their self-esteem. More often than not, these people possess rock-bottom self-esteem to begin with, and the only way for them to boost their ego is by lashing out at everybody and anybody, but especially so at those who believe in themselves with a confidence that these people can only envy from a side. Hence, blutness becomes their flimsy shield and blunt - quite literally - sword, which they then lash impulsively in all directions against everybody in the most uncalled for, unnecessary, unjustified ways.

Then, there are some who use bluntness as a good sculptor would wield his sharp carving tools. I'd like to call this tool brutal honesty, a medicine which may cause a wound to sear at a higher intensity of pain than bluntness, but only to heal and mend a lack.

I have met many of such people, from both groups. I acknowledge that the first group have helped me, somehow, in learning to not care, or at the least, care less. But it is the second group for which I am very grateful. I hope you guys know who you are, and to name a few, Daddy, Mommy, Jie, John. I really appreciate the fact that praise is only given when it is truly deserved, but encouragement is in ready supply at all times. In your brutal honesty, you have been very kind to me.

Love,

Tessa

Pulau Sibu

I had a splendid time at Pulau Sibu. Splendid mainly because of the great company I had :)

Such that, if I were to nitpick and squeeze out a complain about the 3 days there, I can only say that the au natural conditions of an island with powder soft sand and a densely packed secondary forest wrecked its wrath on my concrete jungle skin.

I am pockmarked, bursting at the seams with puss, my skin a darker shade from sun exposure, and redder from contact with some objective that my oily-combination sensitive skin did not sit well with.

I have to resist the urge to tuck my face behind any object I am holding at the said moment every time I walk past someone.

That being said, I am fuelled by the adrenaline which was garnered over the 3 days of excitement at being out of Singapore - for a holiday at that - and many physical activities which I did for the first time in my life! I have this sudden urge to go out, everywhere, be it the shopping mall, sungei buloh again and what not.

But, somehow, going out has a directly proportional relationship with my daily expenditure. If I want my next overseas trip to be as splendid as this one, the spending will not do.

A Shopping Trip

Today marks the start of many new things. One of it being that, for the very first time in my life, I shopped alone.

This pioneering experience took place at Charles & Keith. To be honest, I never paid much attention to Charles & Keith, let alone think of making my first solo purchase there. In fact, I would not have actually entered the shop if not for the thoughtful vouchers from Charmaine, Matthew, Sharon and Jarett when Charmaine realized I needed new shoes. My ignorance of the said brand turned out to be a blessing too, when, after googling it (because I did not even know where to find it), it turned out that the outlet at ION was having massive price cuts for a wide selection of shoes, bags and sunglasses.

I sojourned to ION alone after Jie left for class, hoping to pick out a pair of sneakers in a jiffy and head over to starbucks for a coffee as I complete my homework. I did not expect shopping alone to be such a difficult balance, quite literally, of aesthetic and price judgment with a constant heightened surveillance of my surroundings.

Being alone meant that there was no one to help me watch my bag, and back. It sure did not help that barely a few minutes after I walked in, a customer dashed to the counter to make a frantic plea for her lost Iphone. I momentarily suspected that the trio of thai trannies, who had sauntered in earlier and left after trying a ton of items but not buying any, were somehow involved in it. That incident got me all paranoid and I proceeded to try on the shoes all while balancing my heavy bag on one shoulder and holding on to my current shoes with the other hand. All while using my one free hand, which was weighed down my the bag, to take the heels off high shelves and untie laces. Even after I got the shoes on, one of which required navigating through a seriously intricate web of black lace, it was then time to jostle amongst the crowd which had formed in front of the store's limited mirrors. Then came the tricky balance of walking in 4 inch heels (which I have not worn in ages), while carrying the bag and the shoes, in order to gauge the comfort. I continued this art of tipping, bending, squeezing, trying, looking, walking, amidst some help from the rather attentive service staff, before finally settling on a pair of white gladiator sandals.

(I was about to post a picture of my feet in the shoes. But I refrained, reason being the horribly thick cankles encased within them, courtesy of a movement-restraining exam period and the awesome penang buffet last night, I shall upload a better photograph when I deem my ankles fit!)

Anyway, Jie and I had an awesome time at Bobbi Brown and F.I.S.H. after that! I cannot help but smile in pleasant anticipation that today was a sneak peak at what's to come in June. I'm sure we'll have a blast then!

I am back, but I might be leaving soon.

Exams are over.

I have probably said that phrase many times, in many ways. I remember almost shrieking it out loud a friend, a day late actually, since her exams ended one day after mine. But I also recall saying it softly with a stinging resign as I came to a full realization that now comes the agonizing waiting part.

That being said, I must get back to blogging regularly. But Blogspot is not exactly the most conducive platform for this.