#2098 | Attack the ropes

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Attack the ropes, people, the exact words I’m hearing as I pen this blogpost. Here I am sitting at 2:22am at my dining table, in front of the new pot plant my mum bought, in between items on my to-do list. There’s the new Netflix original, GLOW, playing in the background. So far it’s pretty good, and I do want to watch it, but at this point in my life, the only way I can justify watching new television is really by doubling up the time by also doing other stuff, like my makeup, skincare, hair masks, and light work, the kind that you do when you’re really tired.

Right now at the top of my agenda is the acknowledgements page. The thank you speech, the grand bow out that only my supervisor and two other people will read, the thing that is small but seems significant regardless. I wrote: What a journey, and then stopped. There seem to be no words. You would think that after a two year wrestle with ideas and words there would be no lack of them to pad out the end, but you would think wrong.

Again, it is 2:22am. Actually, now it’s 2:28. I’m thinking of all the things I want to do with my life and also thinking of my submission and also thinking of sleep. I’m still awake because I spent the last two hours vegetating and only realised that I was zoning out because my cat jumped up and sat on my lap. I was thinking of shoelaces, the one thing that realises and seems determined to publicly prove that I’m still half kid and not nearly ready to be an adult. I prefer zips because they are straightforward. Also on my mind was a certain night in LA where I discovered anew the joys of supermarket peanut butter. I did a hair mask tonight also, so I guess I was not completely useless.

I miss reading, but I’ve been a bit too tired to read lately. This is not a complaint, it’s just a kind of.. realisation. There is a point where you get so tired you brain stutters, and you can feel it constantly doing double takes. At that point words kind of glaze over. I read Hunger a couple of weeks ago and followed the news that surrounded it quite closely. Im still in the middle of the new Joyce Carol Oates book that is a monster of a book, mad long, heavy as a brick, and beautiful but also occasionally gratuitous. I guess thats kind of why I’ve been watching more TV, it just seems more forgiving right now. I finished season two of the Flash which is now on Netflix and i felt like Grant Gustin and I were meant to be, also, streamed Okja, and had mixed feelings about it. Its possibly because I have been studying the arc and technicalities of scriptwriting recently that I find myself mega critical of everything I see onscreen, but then I also wrestle with the knowledge that the director was trying to do something good. How far do good intentions go to cover up a messy script? I mean, it worked with Wonder Woman. I don’t have an answer, I was just throwing a question out into the great blue.

Alright. It’s 2:41 now. That’s nineteen minutes of rambling you just read. Actually less, I got distracted in the middle and watched a bit of the GLOW episode playing, and then went to get some water, and pet my cat, etcetera. Time to sleep. It’s funny because today I said I would turn in early.

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Jem

#2095 | June

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I cannot believe half the year has gone by already.

June is traditionally peak season for commercial work, so try as I did to take on less projects in favour of my thesis writing, still I found myself straddling the two. And it seems the entire world decided to get married in June. And so June was essentially: camera work, paper work, research, champagne, amazement. Not a bad way to live, though I do miss this little thing called sleep.. No, I kid. June has been a happy month thus far, a lot of wonder, a lot of challenges and hard work, and a whole lot of celebration and breakthroughs. And for that I am thankful.

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Jem

#2090 | Places my words have been

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Me and my biggest fan

Hey hey guys,

In the way of life updates, I gave two interviews recently and they both came out over the last week! So I thought I should put it here because people say nice things about me in the interviews, and I love compliments. HAHAHA.

My interview with Alvinology here

And

My interview with Marketing Interactive here

But in random musings and observations – all my media snippets of late have been using the same picture of me at Singapore Fashion Week two years ago, which is a sure sign that I really need to either 1. take better pictures or 2. go for yoga more regularly, because I’m pretty sure that photo is the last time my chin was relatively sharp. I SAID RELATIVELY! RELATIVELY TO NOW! Don’t go nuts on me u crazies.

Yah ok so that’s all I really had to say. Bye bye.

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Jem

#2086 | blast from the past

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today i felt a bit old because i suddenly remembered the time Apple first launched its iPhone and i was walking home from school with my girlfriend Jenna and we were laughing like crazy because we were like, stupid apple is going to fail haha no one is going to buy their phone cos the iPhone has no bluetooth how dumb is that.

(when i was in secondary school bluetooth or infrared was how you transferred files between phones. but bluetooth was better because your phones could be further away: with infrared you had to stick the phones together literally to get any file sent across)

and look where we are today.

i guess we really never know.

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Jem

#2084 | One of those days..

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Top: Pomelo / Camera: Nikon D750

It’s been a pretty unproductive week for me – I think because I’m falling sick. It must be a bug that’s going around because people around me were sneezing and now my brain feels like its made of damp cotton candy, the kind turning slowly to mush and mould. Still, I trudge on to my office everyday, partly because of guilt, I know. Two weeks away from Singapore – tokyo for work then bali for mel’s engagement – and i come back heavy with the guilt of fun. How dare I, i ask myself, be traipsing off having a good time when things i.e. the THESIS is due??! And so everyday sees me in the office staring at stacks and stacks of words and my brain, slowly, turning to potato salad.

The timing of it all, though, has been propitious. I submitted a first draft (the submission is stage four, the first three stages of research, interviews, and writing, have been ugly) literally the day I flew off to Tokyo, in the airport lounge waiting for my flight to depart. Ho hum, out of my hands – and then the week I got back from Bali, the feedback came in, and so I’m right back to stage four, draft two. I found myself grateful for the perfect precision with which the timelines of my academic and commercial life intersected – even leaving me four days in between touchdown and the revised first draft comments coming in so I could finish up work on some commercial projects. Upcoming soon: a Disneysea Hacks and Guide, Tokyo snacks guide, Tokyo convenience store food post, and Mel’s wedding photo journal (which i thought was a waste not to document since it was such a beautiful day!). And if you haven’t already read my Airbnb Audiowalks post on The Last Bookstore, please do because I wrote it when I was down with a Raging Flu.

I guess because of the being sick business, and this seems rather common as with every time i fall sick, I have been thrown into the midst of a Quarter Life Crisis wondering what is up with my life and where it’s going, etcetera etcetera. I suppose I assumed that I would go straight on to the PhD/MFA right after my masters but right now I’m exhausted guys, no two ways of looking at it. And so perhaps a break is in order, but who the hell takes a break at twenty four? It seems indulgent.

I didnt come to the blog for answers, just for journaling I suppose. Which is what blogs were meant to be about to begin with, but we all seem to forget that nowadays. Be back with the regular programming soon guys, i.e. the travel guides, so stay tuned while I go blow my nose again. x

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Jem