ONE'S OWN SEXY

I love it when I come across wonderful quotes, especially ones about sex appeal. So here goes, some great words from my Action Man.

"You can't be attracted to your own sexy. Otherwise, you'd be a self molester or something".

Wise words indeed.

LIES, BEAUTIFUL LIES.

Dear readers. I have come to a realisation about the world that we live in. A realisation which I have been fighting the truth of for quite a while. A realisation that saddens, and yet buoys me, at the same time. And that realisation is this: in order to get anywhere, to get to that lofty place of fortune and luxury, at some point, you will have to lie.

Now, the budding lawyers and tax evaders amongst you, along with everyone else probably, will not be particularly moved by this revelation. Some of you may even be guffawing even as you continue to read, at my apparent ignorance. But bear with me on this one. As a child and young adult too, the notion has been drummed into me that talent, intelligence and skill will get you everywhere. And I believed it whole heartedly. I was never particularly worried about making it, or making those ‘mills’ as a Mr 50 Cent (or someone of the like) might say. I always assumed I would eventually cash in on the smarts and talents that my grades and general feedback assured me of.

But wait. How is one supposed to make that first tenuous step to riches, power and glory when you’re currently too “inexperienced for that position. Sorry.” How are you supposed to gain all those skills and sweet golden nuggets of vital knowledge? How?! The answer / my latest realisation: lie.

It seems the only way. Now I’m a bright girl. I’ve got some positive attributes under my belt (didn’t mean that literally but take it as you will). And I’m sure I’d read great on paper (i.e. my CV) if under all of that I could list the reams of on the job experience that I’ve accumulated, you know, in between lectures and instead of sleeping! You can’t get a real job without experience, but in order to gain experience you need a real job. And what does this filthy catch - 22 teach us? Life’s a bitch, and the only way to win her over is to sweet talk her with as many lies as you can get away with. You heard it here first. And I expect a percentage when you start making those millions. Thanks very much.

THE BEAUTY OF IMPERFECTION

For all of you who are currently on a voyage of striving for absolute perfection, you are on a fool’s errand. For perfection, as is commonly imagined, is just that - an imagining of the human mind. It is an immaterial thing that resides in the clouds and sands of our minds. Not a thing made of atoms or concrete or human flesh.

In fact, friends, as I have held since I first began pondering the concept of perfection, the most 'perfect' thing can only be imperfect, because we can only deal with the things of this realm. Consider these: The perfect sandwich, delicious in all ways possible, will all too soon be fully consumed and forever gone. The perfect home will only remain as such as long as the ideal family resides within it and can not grant you immortality, so as to forever enjoy and love it. The perfect man will, in time, change and grow as any person should, shifting the perfection of your relationship to some new uneven and unexpected plane.

So following this logic, beauty itself must be imperfect. For imperfection is all there is. The best that there is to offer is imperfect, by necessity of existing in this world.

So, friends. Keep all things in proportion. If someone professes to be better than you, remember we are all writhing in the same pit of imperfection, desperately trying to leap and jump and build towers of Babel to reach that heaven, that Shangri-La, that Perfection.

(Oddly, inspired by Juno - the movie and a glass (or 3) of wine. This combo, quite 'perfectly', brings forth the pensive buddha in me.)

HI SEOUL!

Ok, so Wallpaper* is an on and offline publication that reports on design, interiors, fashion, art and lifestyle, and is generally pretty nifty. I caught onto it when I learned of the creator - a gentleman named Tyler Brûlé who is basically a modern day Midas. The magazine is hailed as an 'iconic global style guide', and to be fair, I wouldn't argue with that.

And now I officially love the magazine because it's reported a story that's made me pretty exited. So I spent a month living in Seoul, South Korea, and fell in love with the city as I'm sure most visitors would. The article describes that the city is undergoing a design orgy, where the apartment block-dominated landscape will be reinvented into a "magnetic urban metropolis".

I've been fervently suggesting to anyone that will listen that they should visit Seoul, and now there is even more reason to see the ancient city reinvent itself as the new World Design Capital 2010.

Check out the article and check out the city, city, city! (Three seperate links, all good sights to learn a lil about Seoul - couldn't think of a better way to get them all in!)

WATCH THIS SPACE

So I found a picture of myself, when I looked about 3 years old. I’m stood in the garden with two of my sisters, both of them equally incomprehensibly young. Of course the first thing I could proclaim when I saw it was “I can’t believe I was so young!!” And it seems that I meant this proclamation, whole-heartedly. Oh how the years of life have hardened me! Making this untainted, innocent time of my life seem only like a solitary and unattainable moment that a camera captured, rather than a scene from my very own life.

When I was small I was truly innocent. I fully expected that I’d be someone of import, that I’d do something that was in some way moving. Though the half imagined expectations of a child raised to believe that I was not to be considered as anything remotely similar to common, I suppose it’s not too late to take up this implicit pact that I made with the world.

So in the words of… lots of people before me I expect! ‘Watch this space’.

(I mean this literally – if I do something ground breaking, I’m more than likely to blog all about it, pictures and all.)

THE 'PENSIVE'

So I just real a novel about a woman who is confronted with the ghost of her great aunt Sadie, in the image that she possessed when she was twenty three. The story was called 'Twenties Girl' and entailed of the protagonist, Lara, having her life crumble around her, only for it to be saved again with the help of this (mostly) benevolent spirit, who became her truest friend by the end of the story.

It was basically a fairly light-hearted story, despite the ghost theme, and I had it read in a few days. But it got me thinking. Her great aunt died at the age of 105, and by the end of the novel, we learn that this was in fact not her only achievement, but actually probably the least impressive out of the great list. The final scene was of a huge memorial service being held, where hundreds of people gathered to mourn her death and celebrate her life.

A happy (I assure you! It wasn’t just the funeral to end the thing!) ending for the story. But in reality, it’d be a bitch if the celebration of a good person only happened once they’re dead and gone and buried away. Of course it’s right to celebrate one’s achievements once their life has drawn to a close, and the complete list can be formulated.

But I was struck with the realisation that everyday should probably be a bit of a celebration. Too late is exactly that – the absolute missed opportunity to explain to someone how much they are valued. How much of an impact they have had on your world. Individually, we’re no more than dots on the world and it’s histories, it’s past and future. But our own little worlds are decorated and dominated by huge structures and monuments, which make very definite impressions on the histories of ‘my life’: the people that matter. They ought to be appreciated. If you look at the Eiffel Tower enough, it just becomes part of the landscape of Paris. But lets be honest, it’s a pretty awesome tower, as towers go.

(I’ve finishes being all deep and introspective for now - it's the 'pensive' coming out. NB. DEFINITION OF PENSIVE: 'wistfully or deeply thoughtful, often with a tinge of sadness'.)

THE PENSIVE BUDDHA HERSELF

Indeed, here she is. After my sojourn in the jobless paradise I figured I ougt to come back to the world of productiveness. And what better way to come back to the pensivebuddha, than with the pensive Buddha? Certainly hope I was allowed to take this picture - there may have been a sign saying "no photography" but my Korean (hangul) isn't great.

So here it is, my inspiration for this particular creative outlet.