So many hobbies, so little time

My mind have been so full of ideas lately. I don’t know if it’s a good thing. Recently, I met one of Tim’s colleague, Rozy and she’s crazy about cross stitching! Check out here instagram here and tell me you think her work is amazing too?!?!?! She’s currently trying to design her own patterns. I truly have no idea how does she have so much time to stitch, not one but MANY designs. My love for cross stitching rekindled when I saw her pictures. I used to be crazy about it too until I didn’t have time to do it anymore and grew another interest. You can see my stitches herehere and here.

And if you read my previous posts, I’ve been investing my time on watercolour painting lately. I used to hate it because I wasn’t very good at it. But now I’m seeing improvements so I’m enjoying it a little bit more.

I joined a copperplate calligraphy class 6 months ago from Salt x Paper and it is the most mind-blowing and liberating type of art. It was a live in the past while in the future kind of art.

Naturally, brush lettering came next after tasting the delicate art of cursive writing. This one took me a while to understand and practice because the soft tip was all too foreign to me especially for writing.

Bullet journaling is next on my things-to-do list too but I figured that I would have nothing to write or plan because honestly, my day job plus my daily life is a routine. There’s nothing to be reminded of, no appointments that need me present, no notes to copy. I have a book where I used to bujo but the only table or entry I drew each month was the habit tracker and my mood tracker. It was a huge waste to stop using that book because there were so many pages. So now I use it as a medium for my brain dump or quotes I like from a book/magazine, random doodles, notes or lists. It works for me because I’m not obliged to fill in my schedule everyday unlike the fixed calendar layout that draws out the entire day of the month. One of my pet peeve is leaving an area of a page that is supposed to be filled or blank pages.

And I love writing too! That’s why this blog exists. Of course I can just write an entry in my physical diary or type it into a Word document. But writing and uploading it into the web is great for edifying purposes and sharing of knowledge and interests and I enjoy that.

I love being active and being outdoors from time to time. And sometimes just staying home accompanied by a good book (So many books have been neglected). The problem is, I have 6 types of other hobbies listed above. How much time do I have left for other activities? I want to do them all!

When I’m working, I wished I had time for my hobbies. But when I’m free, I do nothing but scroll through instagram and pinterest or watch TV series I downloaded.

Which makes me wonder if my hobbies were my job, would I yearn for something else?

No pressure

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This is a “green” notebook that absorbs the crap out of any water to comes in contact with.

Now that I’ve familiarise myself with watercolouring, I understand now why artists love it so much. I used to hate the idea of letting go control and let the water does its work. I hated that I needed watercolour paper to paint on and to consider how much paint you pick up and how much water the brush can hold. Unlike colouring pencils or crayons, if you want it lighter, loosen your grip. If you want a darker shade, just press harder. In watercoloring though, all you’re gonna create are thin and thick strokes and possibly even fraying the hairs of your brush.

I started doing calligraphy using copperplate nibs and I think that really became a challenge for me when I used the same technique for brush lettering. Because copperplate nibs are solid, you’d need to press harder for thicker strokes and literally no effort besides holding the pen for thin strokes. I tried brush lettering and I loathed it, saying that I’ll never use it again.

But seeing instagram and pinterests with all kinds of art mostly done using brush lettering, I knew I had to give it another chance.

I’m glad I did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have understood that giving up control doesn’t always mean chaos; it reveals another side of it.

Colouring By Numbers

I’ve been pushing off blogging for a couple days since I got back from KL partially because I fell sick and because I was gutted that I had to leave. I will write my adventures in another blog post. As for now, since I fell sick, I took a day of sick leave and spent the day painting away. While I was in KL, I bought a Colouring By Numbers book by Camille De Montmorillon from Popular Bookstore.

wp-image-1803619400.This was yesterday’s half day’s progress. So you can see there are different number on the layout representing different colour or shades of. Of course I could just paint over the lines over the area with the same number to save time. But that would defeat the purpose of this book.

And here’s today’s! I finished it! Doesn’t it look artistic even though I just followed the numbers? No doubt, the true artist is the maker of this book. Amazing.

I tried as hard to mix the colours as closely as it should be. But I think something went amiss for colours no. 6 and 7.

And this is how it should look like. I think the difference is pretty apparent, hah. My version looked like the forest in on fire where it should’ve looked like the sun is setting in the forest.

Repost: Personal Essay: Averting the Apocalypse, Quietly

Writing, it occurred to me then, is something incredibly pure— without sound, or pictures, or someone else to guide your words. It’s just your brain and the page staring back at you, daring you to say something no one has ever said before, shaming you when you lazily recite the ideas of others, compelling you to unearth what your true values are, and pressuring you with the prospect of posterity to do so with a stark elegance that is forever the envy of other mediums.

Ultimately, the root of my guilt about being a writer is captured by a proverb we’ve all heard more or less since birth: actions speak louder than words. But maybe it’s not sheer volume and brute force that’s required today. Maybe the key ingredient that’s been lacking all along is not swift action but quiet contemplation, not speaking loudly but listening patiently. And maybe we need a world wherein we escape from our outside influences and pour ourselves onto the page, and then show those pages to anyone willing to give them a chance. In short, we need a world that writes. We need a world that reads. And we need fiction.

Blogs/Pages linked: Personal Essay: Averting the Apocalypse, Quietly