Archive for ‘Self’

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. :-)

14 February 2012

It’s V-day and – of all things! – I’ve got a Spice Girls song in my head.

by misslampa

So the fancy birds at UQ Lakes think it’s time to free their minds of doubt and danger.


And this pair thinks they now have to be for real and stop being strangers.


Even if they’re not really of the same feather, these ducks seem to be asking each other to come a little bit closer, baby.


And all these bring me to the citrus bugs in the garden of the share house I live in, who must be loving the fact that they can get it on, get it on.


So is tonight the night when 2 Become 1, then?


Beats me.


But if there’s a cruel joke or subliminal message in all these for me who’s happy (I think) and single (this, I’m sure of Ü) at 28, I’m just going to pretend I didn’t get it.


Still, if the universe – in all its infinite wisdom – ends up throwing me a Valentine who’s sweet and funny and romantic and witty even after this overly commercialized V-day ceases to be, I may just consider confessing that I need some love like I never needed love before, that I’ve had a little love and am back for more.


(You just went ♫ wanna make love to yah, bey-beeh– ♪♪ in your head, didn’t ya? =D)


It sure seems like the Spice Girls know what they’re talking about anyway. NOT, haha! I really just wanted to post some pictures of the not-so-wild wildlife here in Brisbane. that’s all. Happy V-day, everyone! Love. love. love!




Here’s a special shout-out to snap-happy Denise and Eleanor for the pictures!

16 November 2011

Like Wind Through My Fingers

by misslampa

I think it was this scene from City of Angels (released in 1998) that first got me to notice how pleasant it must be to be still in the presence of something unseen. I can’t be certain, but one thing I’m sure of is this: I’ve had this love affair with the wind for as long as I can remember.

And even now that I’m old enough to know I shouldn’t be doing it, I still roll the car window down, hang my arm out, and feel the wind go through my palm and fingers sometimes. It still ranks high in my list of pure, simple pleasures.

There’s something soothing about having a gentle breeze play with your hair, your skirt, your tears – anything, really. It’s like being intimate with something that, try as it might, won’t ever be able to invade your personal space. And for someone like me with intimacy issues, that’s the rough equivalent of having your cake and eating it, too.

I love that it’s there and not there at the same time, that you can feel the breeze but not really touch it one bit, that you have to enjoy it while it’s there because there’s no way to make it stay. By its very definition, it can’t stay, for it won’t be wind if it’s not headed anywhere but where it is now. It’s paradoxical and romantic at the same time – two things a lot of people take a lifetime to become or understand. How can one not fall in love with that?

Uh-oh. The rainy and breezy night has gotten me overthinking again. It must be time to let the sound of raindrops lull me to sweet, sweet sleep.

From my dreamy heart to yours, good night.





photo taken from‘s post about their hunt for the worst movie of all time.