Suit l’amour, l’amour fuit; fuit l’amour, l’amour suit

Alice The Daily, On The Go, Stories, Uncategorized

If you know this famous French phrase, you would know how true it is.

And it applies for every single thing on this planet Earth besides l’amour-love.

I was told to work hard, and dream hard to get what I want but most of the times, when I desperately wanted something, it was never mine. Then poooffs, the moment I turned my back and was like “I’m so done with this sh***. I’m out. Maybe it/he/she is not for me”, the thing I wanted instantly came into my offer.

Problem here is, ironically, in most cases, I already 1. completely moved on 2. found and “engaged” with another options 3. totally had no desire for that thing anymore. Which I then call the iconic wrong timing.

Why timing is so important?

People often say Karma is a b* but I think the real gigantic b* here is wrong timing. Wrong timing and everything right just turn wrong.

We will chat about this on another occasion. Today let’s just pay one whole minute to contemplate how on Earth this Suit l’amour, l’amour fuit; fuit l’amour, l’amour suit thingy is so damn true (at least to my life till this moment).

Guess that’s what you call life. The unexpected unpredictable ever changing life that we are all living. I know it adds spices and all things fun to our boring life but for once for God shake, can it happen in a better timing format?

I hate making decision and this kind of decision is the hardest.

Now I need some time to re-consider the option which was once “all I ever wanted”, now the “why are you even here?”.

Please someone let’s me know you hate this Suit l’amour, l’amour fuit; fuit l’amour, l’amour suit sh* but still kinda love it at the same time as I do. And also, can someone help me explain this illogical saying of not-even-trying humans who came up with it?

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For now, bonsoir et au revoir!

 

 

Happy Easter Aussie

Alice The Daily, On The Go, Stories, Uncategorized

Today is Easter in Australia. Woohoo!

I had made this plan (aka the plan) real great and adventurous and all for this year Easter.

However plan don’t always go as we, you know, planned. And life is not always perfect.

Thou this time I will not blame on either the nature of plan or life itself, I figured some great of a deal out, learned the hard way and here I am so content in my own chamberrr. (Sorry friends who I bailed on)

What a great pity you gotta spend Easter alone, you might think. But the truth is, for the past 2 months of depression and boredom and hatred, this Easter has been the best days so far.

I feel wholehearted myself again. My crazy, spontaneous, energetic, weird self!

Do you remember those scenes in movies that a bit *aged where the girl dances shamelessly in her pjs with loud music bashing and wine?

Yea that’s me and my well-spent Easter

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Plus endless musical session. (I feel real bad for my neighbour who just want a peaceful holiday with their fams. Soz not sozzzz)

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Plus *this*

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I don’t think, thou I hope, there will be any Easter that top this. For the rest of the night, I’m thinking of torturing myself again with either Casablanca or Gone with the wind.

Hoping you enjoy your Easter in the best possible way too.

Bye for now

Why I write…

Alice The Daily, My Jam, On The Go, Stories

It’s hard, but sometimes I need to be reminded of why I love writing blogs. I figured I would love going out and drinking and laughing and dancing the night away as much as sitting at home, in my room, by myself, losing tracks of the hours I spend on reading somebody else’s blog.

Youtube is amazing with all the vblogs. You got to look into someone’s life so closely and vividly. In some ways, it is intimate. But after watching those there’s nothing left within me. Not an intriguing thoughts or ideal provoking. I’m back to the life I am living, drowning again in my own thoughts.

But there are this great flair in personal blog. It is like looking deep into someone’s mind. It is like sitting with them and listening to their soft little thoughts. It is like being honest and genuine to each other. Reading blog post is a kind of blessing I think.

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Writing has this such power of showing who you really are much better than any social media channels. I knew this girl who looks all flawless and as if she has her life all together, as if she knows what she is doing, as if she is born under a good star that only good things come into her life. Gladly she has a blog. Gladly she writes. Gladly she can prove to the world how much she holds dearly to her heart and not how she wears her hair or how much make-up she has going to uni. (Sadly I doubt anyone knew she wrote or even if she had a blog!)

I always think how funny it is you think you know a person just because “I have her facebook duh”. I won’t go too deep in how misleading and ingenuine social media can be in portraying a person life. Sometimes we do need to be reminded humans are so much more complex. If only a party picture means “extrovert” or full-on all glammed up make up equal to “bossy” then psychologist and scientist are all out of job.

Blogging has never stop amaze me of its power in helping expressing one’s thoughts and ideas, keeping them true to their values, communicating to the world a little more of themselves.

Another great thing of blogging is no matter how long you have left, no matter how rusty you think your writing skills are, no matter how random your content might seem, once you’re back to letting the thoughts out of your head and into the dancing letters, you feel like home, you feel like being heard, you feel you do own a place in this swirling world.

So trust me friends, no matter what, keep on writing. Out there, there are always people who share the way you feel, people who love to read your little meaningless notes, who got inspired or got relief from your writing. This globe is so big, when I was first typing down my blog I could not imagine of the numbers of country where all my readers coming from. Friends, your audience can be that boy who was in your art class, or that girl who stopped by your social media profile and noticed the link, you will never know.

I have 13 drafts storing in and so many racing thoughts and projects to share with you guys. But for now, Happy Easter and Happy Blogging!

 

Cool kids cheap thrills

Alice The Daily, On The Go, Stories

Earlier, the weather forecast showed 39 degree. It’s fogged up the car’s window where the air-con pointed directly at. It’s 11pm now and the weather had eased down to the good 34 but the heatwave was still unbearable. It’s pitch dark outside at Macca’s parking lot with a few car running pass. Today was Friday. This traffic was considered “crowded” already at this small town.

“Turn the freaking car back! Pick me up! How cruel of you guys to drop me off first hand and go get ice-cream. Unbelievable!”

“We are sorry haha. It’s too late. You’re like 3 minutes late before he finally collected his mind and decided he really wanted ice-cream.”

“I don’t care! Turn. The. Car. Around”- and the girl in army jacket kept whining the words over and over again until they finally pulled right in front of her face.

“Just get in already. Do you know how annoying you are?”

Too frequent, she got used to their spontaneous little night adventures, and of course, her friend’s whining tone too.  And she came to love them and the pickering came to become their girly ritual.

“Get downstair! We’re at your front!”

“Where? I can’t see you guys?”

“I mean, we’re mentally there with you but physically we’re “north”. Oh seeing you two!”

“Seeing your ass! I’m going back up!”

“No no no. We’re like 2 minutes there. Give us two minutes. Stand right where you are!”

“So seriously what are we gonna get?”

“At least tell me where we’re heading! We’re parking at your neighbour driveway for God sake!”

“Keep calm girls! Calm! I am googling!”

“Hkjdfbisfpjf, lala, kafbulff, tuiasaf”

“Is that your neighbour? Goshh girlss, he’s coming out. He’s so coming out!”

“Stop singing that freaking song! Give us some ideas Alice!”

“But I don’t know”

“Hold up! I think I just found a great place!”

“Goshh guyss! We need to leave. NOW!”

It’s  Friday night, girls night out.  They had dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant earlier as their own subtle version of girls night out. Two of the girls had just finished work from the contact centre 3 hours ago. The job, which according to them, should be advertised this way:

“You are young and enthusiastic? Having no money in hand and haven’t hated your life enough? Come to us fresh and we will make sure you come out of your job hating your life so much more that if there’s a bridge in your town, you will surely jump off. Oops and by the way, we are selling material for bridges constructions and housing too. Hit us up on 012-hate my life and never go back”

Sarcastic she knew, “it’s not that bad isn’t it?”. The legendary telemarketing job.

Sitting next to her was another sleepy typical-hardworking-and-ambitious-white-collar-girly. “They’ve just got the new software installed this arvo and I got to figure out how to use it.”

Life of the post graduate kids could seem dull and career-oriented in the most positive way of hopelessness. She watched them grow and as times goes by, she grew with them, passed our naive selves, passed the struggling uni days, and here they were in their car still pickering about the same old things they always did.

Us post graduate kids are not even one third as cool as the cool kids. We own no skateboard. We don’t do funk. I do have a polaroid that cover under 2 layers of dust.

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We ain’t no moody, unclear, shady polaroid of kids, of thick denim jacket, heavy dirty black tied boots, tangled hair of waves and that signature what? i don’t care. i don’t give a sh88 look, and of course, in a coolest backdrop of an underground show.

 

 

But tonight the moment we were laughing away in our car waiting for the 60 cents ice-cream at the window of Macca drive thru, wondering how the lady working there can get her perfect purple hair, it was nearly as perfect as the nights I had had in my mind of what a cool kid’s night should be.

 

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And for tonight, all we have is the lady and her purple hair at Macca drive thru. One of the girls would say “bleach”. And the other one would ask God why someone would do such sinful thing to their hair. Then we all would laugh at the joke of the last girl telling us about her great aunt losing her hair by bleaching it.

And for tonight, our happiness is as cheap as the 60 cent ice-cream cone.

“This is exactly what Vine famous and Youtuber would do!”

“Totally. Like isn’t getting Macca drive thru at mid night is a must of how to be a cool kid?”

“We are pretty cool aren’t we?”

“Do you even have to ask? It’s obvious”

 

Nights like this, it makes me miss this city for the days I’m not gonna be here anymore…

 

* All pictures used in this post are from various source to be credited

 

Dear London,

Lovely Strangers, On The Go

Have you ever fallen so hard in love with somebody you know nothing about?

Is it possible to miss a person you have never met?

I came across something on Pinterest and it’s difficult not to note something down.

It’s funny thinking back on how many cities I have “dead set my heart on living here” or “this is where my heart is!”.

My mom said I had love at first sight syndrome. I’m that kind of person who would decide she wanted to move to a city 2 seconds after landed. And even worse, I never afraid to let the world knows my intention.

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“We were discussing England today in my World Geography class and the whole time I just had this horrible yearning to be there. I don’t even know what it is about that place; I don’t know why I love it so much or why it’s resonated so deeply with me. But I just feel this constant itch to go back.

I think sometimes you just visit a place and it feels like home. I miss it so deeply.”

cre: http://woodennest.tumblr.com

 

 

 

 

But London is different. I have never been to London yet I love it wholeheartedly. I claim London as my forever muse.

Even with people telling me the illusory my imagination create for London is what I fell for. A person told me London was nothing but his winter blue. He left her for a tropical lady. “Stay with her for long and you will witness her tantrum”. Another said all he got were frostbites “She was so cold! after his brief encounter.

Call me daydreamer, naive believer, blinded eyes lover, the London in my mind is the London of hope and fulfilled dream.

Under that sky, I feel like every tiny positive things in this world can happen. I feel like even the pavements on the mazy road of London would glitter like stardust in the early morning when first few sun beams hit them. I imagine the chilly breeze blushes my cheeks. And my heart thumps some old vinyl record’s tunes, excitement, happiness, and some more tunes.

It would be easier for Shakespeare to live his life if he knew exactly what love was. But sad for him, till now nobody knows. It is, in fact, easier for me to live not trying to scientify (that’s not even a word) love.

For now, I kiss you goodnight and goodbye my crazy little love. My dream tonight is saved for big plans I’m working the hardest on. But don’t you worry. I’ll still dream the widest. I’ll still smile the brightest. I’ll still sing the loudest. I promise I will never lose myself trying to be down to earth because clearly I was born with my head on the cloud.

We both are storing so many seeds of hope and those surely are waiting to be planted. One day, when we’re ready, when I’m ready, I hope to see you standing there, waiting for me with your arms wide open.

 

 

At the bus stop, I were staring at the past just across the road.

On The Go, Stories

What’s better than a great theatre? It’s a great theatre that was originally a church from the 19th century!

Wednesday has always been my favourite day of the week. Somehow things can’t never go wrong on Wednesday. And somehow good things always come on a Wednesday. Last Wednesday afternoon, I had something to sort out at Town Hall House.

On a side note, if you’re a first timer in Sydney, you should go check out the impressive small scale Sydney city model. Town Hall House is never a traditional tourist attraction since it functions as a government department and only serious stuffs happen there. (And who would want to visit a place like that during their honeymoon ?!). I have to admit there’s nothing much to do at Town hall House. However if you’re around and have some spare minutes, you will find this little Sydney extremely enchanting (or when you’re lost you can always refer back to this. The most accurate map of Sydney ever!).

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The inner city

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The iconic Opera House. How cute is that!

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And heaps of skyscrapers!!!!!  or is this the model of under construction area(?!) 

Then, here is when the magic happened. After finishing “stuffs” there, I was waiting on a bus to North Sydney. Catching my eyes was this insanely charming and mystified looking church nestle humbly in between the two buildings

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It reminded me so much of supervillain Gru’s house in Despicable me. Not in a bad way of course. You know what I mean. 

But then my curiosity would stop there if I did not see the leaflet and tickets booth on the right of the church.

“Why would someone sell ticket for a church’s access? That’s so wrong on many levels.”

My eyes once again failed me in identifying useful information. Alice, honey, there is that one big waving sign in yellow orange-ish saying GENESIAN THEATRE. No doubt it’s a theatre!

Genesian Theatre is located at 420 Kent Street, Sydney. With the rather central location, it’s strange that it takes sometime for people to recall the name Genesian when being asked.

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I did a bit of research and found out Genesian Theatre Company has operated for 72 years as a company on the site of St John’s Church, which dates from 1868. It has served as both a church and a poor school until 1932 when it became the Kursaal Theatre, housing the Sydney Repertory Company. In 1938 it became the first Matthew Talbot Hostel. Since 1954 it has been the home of The Genesian Theatre Company which was formed in 1944.

How romantic that sounds! If romantic is the right word. For me, any plays or performances take place there will automatically turn out a masterpiece.

It always leaves me wonder and stunned looking at old architects and imagining how people was living back then. Scene after scene come flooding through my eyes of the earlier life of ladies in puffy dresses, and men so polish in their tuxedos.

I can’t wait to drag my friend there for a play (hopefully) in February. And being my best self hyping over things, I will sure write a long post on how emotionally moving my experience there is.

If you have time, go check out the Genesian Theatre and we can be hype together!

For now, happy weekend and happy lunar new year to those who are celebrating it.

Until next time!

 

Caveman-ing

On The Go

At times I wonder how people back in the day could live without electricity. And sometimes I also wonder how my life would be now without the internet.

Can you guys live full 4 days with complete zero internet connection and no promise of when it is going to be back on?

I can. In fact, I’m on my 4th day now. Let’s me clear this out real quick before any of you may think I have one slight bit of going-back-to-retro or going-back-nature or giving-up-on-wifi vibe in me. This happening is out of my control and I am desperately to get my internet connection back.

However, in the mean time, I found myself surprisingly enjoying it (apart from a few major inconveniences)

I came back to the wonderer I had always been when I was a kid.

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This is a hidden corner on my university campus where you can find a small clear pond with the tender stream comes in the left. Ducks hang here for a swim when the weather is still warm enough. 

I claim this my own secret corner. I can lie here all afternoon with the summer breeze brushing through the leaves high up there. It reminds me so much of how I love the sunbeams coming shyly through the branches.

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It feel like the whole world has slow down. And I’m here so content with myself and the view. The sound of water running, of ducks drying their feathers, of winds, and of no distraction.

The most joyful part of this whole no-wifi thingy is me coming back to my old friend-books.

I used to question myself when people asked if I love reading. Now I got the answer. When reading is no longer a habit, it is easily be forgotten. But it’s always there, even when we decided to forget it, abandon it, ignore it. And when we’re back, we realised nothing has changed. That we still so much into each other just like the good old days. 16216357_1877029709206407_437873135_n

Not the most educational or brilliant book but surely I’m curious of the difference between the movie and book.

Nobody in their right mind would go and turn off their wifi router for the whole back-to-nature experience. But let’s grab a good book, some snacks and stroll down to your garden, to the nearest park, to an open space. And give yourself sometimes to breath, to slow down from the crazy pace.

And trust me, there, you will find your youthful self once again.

Let’s speak art! I mean history, I mean art. I mean art and history

Lovely Strangers, On The Go

With you guys aware or not, I’m a hundred percent obsessed with gallery and museum and historical architecture. I’m an addict pretty much. But I guess this is a healthy kind of addiction?! (minus the countless times I tortured my loved ones with endless history talks and innumerable visits to historical attractions. Sorry not sorry). So how on earth can we not visit the State library of Victoria while we are in the heart of so much antique-ness like Melbourne!

But surprisingly what fascinated me the most is not the size or the architecture of the building or inferior. It’s the small gallery which occupied a part of level two of the library.

16176242_1875340999375278_853591258_n.jpgThe art work displayed there are extremely flattering. They have a live of them own. They leave me wonder from times to times how is it even possible to capture such liveliness into a painting. Times like that I questioned the capacity of human kind, and the capacity that hidden undiscovered.

Then caught my eyes was this

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Maybe you have seen this many times, or you don’t find this amusing. But this scene put an instant smile on my face. I feel like I could just stand there and watch him sketch in silent for hours. For me it’s somehow very intriguing. So much inspiration in a glance of eyes.

People wonder why a person can love art so much. At times it’s unexplainable, but for me it’s pretty simple.

In art, we got to decide if a boy’s pants is long or short, if a girl wears turtleneck or plain tee. Because in our imagination, we got to decide if the boy travels to a tropical island in his adventure go hunting for the long lost treasure, or he works in a global corporate and about to sign his first contract. And we don’t know if there is snow where the girl lives, if she is sporty or hopelessly romantic. In art, we got to decide to create things only our imagination can reach. And our imagination is limitless. So without me telling, you would know how infinite and extravagant  and superb art can be.

I love creating stories through written work too, but sometimes, you can tell more of a person by the way they dress than a sentence in the dialog they say. “Observations is the best teacher”.

I used to paint, and sketch, and doodle, and scribble in all the extra time I got between classes, or even in classes. I skipped meals to finish an undone painting. I spent countless hours on a new sketch. And I do, still, now.

When I do my art, I hear no sound, I see no scene but the sound my work make, scene my imagination paint. I have no distraction. Nothing can step in between me and my great art. My fingers got to move in rhythm with my mind and my eyes. Painting is the kind of gym I’m going to. I work out much intense. I can’t imagine the day I paint no more. But I can imagine, then, I would be senseless.

My dad told me the secret of being smart and smarter, after minutes of contemplative thinking, he said: the key is hard-work. I’m not sure if it’s because he knew me inside out I’m a lazy ass or it’s really the fundamental of intelligence. However, I found out I feel exhausted yet smarter after finishing an art work. Maybe it’s the feel of accomplish something in your life. Or maybe painting is a mental exercise too. I wonder if being art-smart is any different than being math-smart. This I need to find out later.

Too much talking already I forget how easy I can jump from one topic to another.

Hope you guys have a great day! Today, slow down and look around for a tiny bit, in the corner of your eyes, there may hidden an aspiring story.

Until next time! ❤

Summer Night Market in December

Lovely Strangers, On The Go

You know you’re in Australia when “Summer NIGHT Market” in December is as sunny as the Sun has just decided to claim its own land and the Moon be like “Whateverrrr, just take it, just take Australia. You’re such a selfish peach. Imma go and cry alone in my little night corner with my Stars!”

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I can tell you guys days and nights on how much I love going to markets and festivals! A bit before Christmas I went to Queen Victoria Market. We have Summer night market at Queen Victoria Market almost every Wednesday from 5pm till God-know-when (aka late night).

Let’s me clear this out, since we’re in this land down under where as claimed there is zero connection to the rest of the world, the mother of nature decided to run our seasons differently. Soo yess it’s now summer in all lands of Australia, don’t be surprised if you see us in shorts, spaghetti straps and thongs (flipflop! don’t get me wrong, we call it thongs!). Then if you’re lucky enough to live in Melbourne, you will have those freezing nights where your hair feel like its gonna fall off your body even though it’s SUMMER! Trust me you’ll always be in the wrong fashion while you’re in Australia.

That and every unique things spice Australia up.

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You can’t have more perfect summer festive vibe with people’s talks and laughs. Catchy tunes playing and endless dances. All wrap under the bright sunny blanket in the fresh occasional chilly breeze weather.

From modern to vintage clothing, antique little pieces to handmade tribal furniture, sweets and meaty meals and something cold to wash down your throat, can all be found here. You ask and they have. Or sometimes you came to learn of a thing you never known was exist. Theres even this fortune telling lady with her mysterious glass ball and her long waiting line of young good looking ladies wondering about their lives. Night markets are my treasure hunting field. I found myself bewitched among old model polaroid cameras, black and white aged pictures with a note or two in the back “Love, Alexandra”, rings and shirt pins and so much blisses.

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Not far from the antique shops, this little shop showed off its magical little gemstones blinking in the sunlights. Even though I don’t wear jewelry as much, I love buying or simply just looking at them. As you can tell they are surely not the most luxurious stones in the worlds but they brought my mum great fun!

It inspired me to mend my own Tiger Eyes Gemstone pendant which you can read bout how to make one here.

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There is this Mexican band playing the most cheerful music ever, and how anybody can not moving their feet along. In this atmosphere, you feel like any happy positive things in this world can happen. And you feel like you wanna fall in love all over again.

I caught this loveliest young couple on my camera and they melted my heart away. P/s: That’s another stage of passionate Salsa! (I mean the circle of crowd afar! I mean, also the couple 😉 )

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Inside the market roof, you will find a tremendous amount of cuisine from the most iconic Australian lamb dish to Asian and Mexican food. 16118461_1873716192871092_841395773_n

Only if you can make your way to the shop without crushing souls on your way. I have too little patient for queuing so I had my dinner later at a restaurant on our way back home. Theres this red bull sangria I was dying to try. It’s a must to try Red Bull sangria when you’re at a summer night market!

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This lollies store caught my eyes. It holds so much more than beautiful candies and a charming vender. In a flash, I saw all of my childhood fairy tales come to life, the candy house, the unicorn land, the fairy God mother, flowing up high among the pink magical soft clouds.

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Queen Victoria Market from the outside. 8pm

If you have a chance passing by the area on Wednesday, stop by and experience yourself this one place I love so much in Melbourne. You will find nothing like a heart fulfilling Summer Night Market under the sunbeams in December.

Melbourne afternoon: the recklessness and the birds

Business World, Lovely Strangers, On The Go

One of the reasons behind my infrequent post the past couples of weeks is this insanely amazing trip I took to Melbourne.

Can one be possibly in love with a city that much? It’s this kind of love at first sight you just can’t avoid. When you realised, you were already struck and you’re dead.

I’ll save all that to tell you guys later when I have more time. But two of my most favourite people I met in Melbourne, needed to be known by the world.

Without further ado, my frenfries army, meet the lovely strangers!!

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I was on my way to the ACMI (Australian Centre for the Moving Image), the scene of this stopped me midway. People were walking pass without even a glance back. It’s a busy street and everyone were having a busy day anyway. But I stopped and I’m so glad I did.

In that shade, under the motorbike, if you look close enough, you will find two tiny little birds. One (I guess) is the mother, and her baby bird (omg omg omg !!!!). She was feeding her baby with bread crumbs given by our lovely strangers.

They sat there for quiet awhile, they were there before, and still there after I made my way to ACMI a while later.

The scene somehow warm my heart and I can’t stop thinking about this without smiling. One of the loveliest day at Melbourne indeed 🙂

When we were younger, our “coolness” level did not come from the brand of our shoes, and our new bags’ name never determined our popularity. We were known for our ability to run the fastest, the farthest, to jump high over the garden fence, to hide so quickly in the neighbour’s bushes. We were known for the capacity of our bags to stack and store as many raspberry muffins as we could, for later, to share to the many hungry beasts pack of friends.

Somehow in some ways, when we were younger, we were known and remembered for who we really are.

When we are older, as of now, we tend to look at the friend’s shoes logo and ask “A nike huh? Cool” but we forget to ask them “Do you run fast? Do you like sport? You wanna race me? Bet you’ll lose”. We afraid to ask a friend to come over and bake, and sing the night away, just because their bags’ fancy tags scare us away.

When we are older, we let a tag determine who we really are, and we let a tag cover who our friends really are.

When we are older, we slowly forget how to love, and be kind.

You are going to tell me, a brand name does represent one personalities. The brand itself carries personalities. But let me tell you this ugly truth, as a marketer we try our best to sell our product and the only way to make sure it’s sold is make customers believe they are sync with our brand, our brand represent their personalities, our brand associate with them, our brand is them. And you won’t believe me, but slowly, we won’t know ourselves anymore, we won’t be this diverse in uniqueness and individual, we will be classified as few countable types, Nike type, Adidas type, Puma type. We will be Channel type, Zara type, Forever 21 type. We will be Company 1 type, Company 2 type, Company 3 type. We will be Money-machine-maker 1 type, Money-machine-maker 2 type. We will all lose our game to the big profitable firms. They will sell us our souls and we’ll rushing in to thank them for that.

Today I bought a new pair of shoes, overall its design looks like a Nike Air Force 1, at the back it’s written “fashion shoes” with the logo of Adidas Allstar, and on the sides there are stripes of Adidas Allstar and where the “Air” should lie, it’s written “Cool”. You may think we should discuss more about copyright matters not this all I had wrote. But I found this surprisingly interesting and irresistibly ironic. What’s the point of buying a branded pair of shoes while they are all fashionable shoes and cool?