Archive for May, 2012

19 May 2012

The Lure of Writing

by misslampa

We all scramble for ways to hold on to that which we’d want to remember. These days, it’s not unusual to see people taking photo after photo of themselves or whatever it is they’d like to freeze in time. I totally get this incessant desire to capture moments and milestones and mishaps, really. But taking pictures and sharing them via Instagram, er-, um, they don’t quite cut it for me.


Not the former, but the latter.


So instead, I open a blank Microsoft Word document and wait for that small but steadily blinking cursor to compel me to write.


Fine, you got me. It’s been really more like this, heehee. Ü
I guess I’m not that old-school, after all.


It’s a bit strange, I know. I am 28 years old and should be part of this generation that clicks away at everything with their digital SLRs and phone cameras. When it would only take a second or two to take a shot of any event that’s worth immortalizing, why slave for hours over a blog entry that no one would bother reading?


Hmm. Tough question.


I think it’s because if I’m really honest with myself, I’d know that the choice between pictures and words is not mine to make. People who fancy themselves as creative writers probably feel the same way – that we must continue to nurture this love affair with words because our souls die a little each time we shrug off this nagging urge to write.


Call it borderline psychotic, but as with all art, the lure of writing is something I can’t refuse. Now unless you’ve surrendered to some form of artistic expression yourself, this idea will be very difficult to understand.


And so,  amid looming course deadlines and my lack of sleep, I take the time to make sure my spirit survives the night. I write and revise blog posts such as this one ’til I’ve indulged my muse enough. I hold debates in my head over which angle to take, whether to keep or change a phrase, and how much of my draft will see the light of day. In many ways, I make it more tedious and time-consuming for me to hold on to every someone, something and someplace I’d rather not forget.


And In all honesty, this set-up suits me just fine. I couldn’t be happier that things like cameras and Instagram don’t quite cut it for me. :-)

6 May 2012


by misslampa

If you told me some months back to consider living life à la Steve Irwin here in Brissy, I would have put on either one of these faces:

I gotta admit, they look good on Russell. But I am 28 years old, and that makes all the difference.


As much as I enjoy exploring the great outdoors, I’ve never liked close encounters with creatures I can’t converse with, much less read or understand. And unfortunately for me, animals fall under that category. It’s well and good if they’re being sweet and cuddly, but when they start tearing your skin off and biting your calves to bits and you can’t make them stop… well, that’s mostly why I steer clear of them.


But Brisbane – and I’m guessing most of Australia – makes that goal unrealistic, even impossible. There’s wildlife at the uni I’m attending, and although they scared me shitless during the first week, these humongous (in my standards, at least) water lizards delight me now, especially if I encounter them not in grassy fields but on paved concrete. The more unexpected, the better, so I guess their novelty and strangeness have won me over.

Say hello to my scaly, scary, icky friends.


Even at home, I’ve lost count of the spiders, toads and lorries with which I share my living space. I used to mind that a lot, but have long been desensitized. About the only thing I’m still afraid of is the nocturnal southern dwarf crowned snake which gave me such a scare when it decided to appear in my bathroom at 11:30 p.m. during my first month here. Good thing I have a veterinarian housemate who came to my rescue.

It’s only 30cm long, actually, but I still cringe
at the possibility of another chance encounter!


It was such a shame, having to wake up/bother half of the household at such an ungodly hour, looking like a poor damsel who needed saving. And from what, of all things? From this teeny weeny monster that’s not even long enough to coil itself around my neck twice, pfft. But I’ve redeemed myself since then, o-ha, and I have the pictures to prove it!


I’ve been told that kangaroos and emus can knock you out, but my curiosity got the better of me.Ü


If you can shell out $16 and stand the stink,
you can get one of the Lone Pine Sanctuary koalas to grope hug you, too!


A lot of things have been sealed with a kiss, but I bet
there aren’t as many who can say they’ve been kissed by a seal!
[Inset: A snapshot of the purple-and-white-and-orange
sea urchin I gamely held at UnderWater World in Maroochydore.]

Who knew I had it in me to hold a saltwater crocodile that close to my face, right?
I’m sure even the late Steve Irwin would be proud.


And my proudest moment, of course, is when I mustered enough guts to carry this murraydarling snake during my uni’s Market Day for the first semester of 2012.

Did. Happen. Ha!


Not bad for silly old me who, as a little girl, considered feeding the family dog the most terrible household chore in the world.




As requested, Mr. Cua. Thanks for keeping me accountable to my muse. :-)