ROMANTICISED POVERTY

Yeah. sorry i've been superbly busy....so busy that i don't have time to have lunch, chit chat, or even erm do anything frivalous to my liking. basically it's work, finish mundane but urgent stuff, teach, mark, eat a bit, sleep.

certainly it's been a frantic week. sigh.

just glad it's all over and there's the holidays. well almost. guess what. i've decided to have extra remedial lessons during the hols..sigh~ and i'm involved in a camp too. bummer.

what's a girl to do right. sigh

i guess one day.... while my friends and i were on our way to some talk at some place, the topic of whether the arts will survive when there's economic downturn was highlighted.

for me, i felt it will survive somehow, because human beings need some ideals to hold onto, especially during times when they feel erm not too rich? so might as well fill their souls with something since their tummy ain't full.

then again, would the arts be a priority?

i guess friend A felt that if one is willing to forgo one's comfort level, one ought to be able to do it..and fulfil one's dreams.

then again i do wonder if friend A did ever experience how it feels like starving, or preventing yourself from not spending too much or spreeing on things which people your age have.

or how it feels having no money.

i had that feeling before. it was really really crap.

i struggled for about three to four years....feeling uncertain and inadequate.

certainly perhaps people love to romanticise poverty.

sigh but it's seriously not easy and not admirable when you just heck care about the rest of the world just to pursue your ideals.

yeah we don't live in an era where cutting your ear will make you a brilliant artist when you finally die.

or drawing like a child will boost your recognition.

or wondering why the apple falls to the ground is good.

sigh the dark ages has began.