Category Archives: i n s p i r e d

[ i n s p i r e d ] Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

My uni professor let us listen to this piece by Baz Luhrmann, until this day, I think everything said here is true-
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behindthe race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

[ i n s p i r e d ] Love Song for Lucinda

Love
Is a ripe plum
Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.

Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.

Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.

- Langston Hughes

[ i n s p i r e d ] Austen on My Arm

It’s no secret that I love to read Jane Austen, every time I am feeling a little bit blue I watch BBC’s  Pride and Prejudice drama starring my teenage crush Colin Firth, for those of you who haven’t watched it yet, here’s my favourite scene:

Well,  now that THAT is out of the way, I just wanted to share this incredible shop, JezebelCharms over at Etsy while browsing through items listed under Jane Austen.

'You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you"

Not only is Darcy‘s immortal line swoon-worthy, this gorgeous brass cuff is absolutely stunning! Here are some of the others that I am deciding on which to buy!

'In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed.'

Ah the bold proposal before the rejection that seemed to have shaken Darcy to the core. I like how the background is the whole exchange between Darcy and Elizabeth.

"I am half agony, half hope."

As much as I love Mr. Darcy and his bold earnestness, my heart  (well a large part of it) belongs to the steadfast Captain Wentworth. I am so ashamed to admit how many times I watched and cried while watching the movie Persuasion, and how my personal copy of the book is dog-eared. I mean who can resist these words? :

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in

F. W.

“I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening or never.”

Somebody once wrote that this is probably the most beautiful fictional love letter ever written. Maybe I should get this? It’ll be nice to have this piece of Jane Austen’s Persuasion wherever I go!

[ i n s p i r e d ] Wuthering Heights

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

- Catherine Earnshaw

Growing up surrounded by books, my siblings and I read a lot for our age. And we read a lot of the classics which I find amusing now, because the language in those books makes my eyelids heavy and induces sleep. How we ever managed to get past the Shakespearean English we don’t know.

One of my favourite books is Wuthering Heights, a book that I’ve read at least three times from when I was ten. The first time my mind was so mixed up with all the different relationships, I gave up halfway. Abandoning Heathcliff and Catherine for the Count of Monte Cristo (my favourite novel ever). I took it up again when I’ve read practically everything in our bookshelves – Heidi, Oliver Twist, Kidnapped, Gulliver’s Travels, Ivanhoe etc…

And I was captured. It seemed so twisted to me, and beautiful at the same time. The pain of unrequited love a taste of revenge, and a ghost story all rolled into one. Recently I thought about re-reading some of the books of my childhood, and remembered Catherine Earnshaw, Heathcliff’s one, true love.

I thought of how she would have dressed like, and with the help of Looklet, this is what I came up with.

catherineearnshaw

[ i n s p i r e d ] Sail Away

[ i n s p i r e d ] Love Yourself

Learn to value yourself, which means:

to fight for your happiness.
- Ayn Rand

 

[ i n s p i r e d ] Be Strong For Yourself


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