Plucking Grapes

Let’s skip the explanations on why I haven’t been writing much to suddenly posting this, because nobody wants to hear excuses, and neither do I.

How am I doing, you ask? Very well, thank you. Although my official status would be ‘plucking grapes’ (you Malaysians should know this joke – I wish I was really plucking grapes though, like somewhere in Australia, it would be so much fun), I cannot necessarily say that I find it boring. Well, it is somewhat, but I compare myself to people constantly complaining about their jobs (and it’s like 90% of people I know – 10% are still studying – word) and I cannot help but force myself to take it slow and make the most out of my time gap between graduating and working (and making it as long lasting as possible) before I get thrown into the cold, dark pit of what they call the corporate world *shivers*.

What have I been up to, you ask? Not much, but doesn’t that fulfill the goal of taking a chill pill? Okay, I am actually supposed to be preparing for further study and even going on a real short-term mission trip on my own before furthering my studies… but plans don’t always work out, and that’s okay. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. It has been a bit of a disappointment, but I’m so used to disappointments that this is kinda meh. How am I dealing with it? Well, some people would buy a plane ticket to somewhere far away to cope and escape reality for a while, but if you’re like me and you’re a penniless grape-plucker (which is the reason why my plans didn’t work out in the first place), you lie in bed every morning thinking about what you can do for the day besides eat and then at night, stare at the ceiling wondering if death by long-term inactivity is possible.

“You’re lying!”, you accuse of me. “Didn’t you just came back from that trip?” Sigh. Yes, I did. I wasn’t lying, though. When I’m not on trips (which are sponsored by my parents who are also on those trips with me) that’s just what I do at home. You see, being unemployed, every single thing you attempt to do reduces your bank balances. Staying at home minimizes spending. So it’s really down to whether you wanna be bored or more broke than you already are. But actually there is a whole lot you can do at home, as I have discovered. You can draw and paint (I’m not kidding), binge watch a whole lot of dramas, play computer/mobile games, read a ton of books (this is really a good way to pass time, btw), watch food channels (I’m a fan of the program Unique Sweets, but watch with caution – it makes you crave for donuts and ice cream sandwiches), watch movies (basically the TV is your best companion), kill mosquitoes and flies (my average per day is at least 1 mosquito – I consider myself a superhero, really), read articles and just reflect on life… or not.

It sounds pretty sad when put that way (especially the killing mosquitoes part, lol), but I also have been spending time with people, okay… as much as my pocket allows me to. Sorry if I declined your invite to hang out, it’s just my pocket isn’t co-operating, you’d understand, right? Right? Sigh. In all seriousness, it’s kind of disconcerting how uncertain the future holds and that none of my plans worked out, but it is what it is and I guess God has something else in mind. Meanwhile I shall continue to wait and perhaps finally decide to start working eventually.

Here’s a picture of the view from Skypark, Marina Bay Sands where I did not spend a dime at. Yay me.

Hello There.

If this is your first time visiting this page and wondering what on earth is this blog about, well I’m wondering the same thing too. But blogging is a good way to waste time and rant just about anything without really creating much of a commotion like some other social media platforms, and even better when only a certain people bother to read these things eh? So I guess we’ll see where this takes me and hopefully it doesn’t stay as dry (i.e. 10 posts in a year) as my previous blog.

Speaking of my previous blog, if you’re directed here from my old blog (this is not a fake link which leads you to some cash prize scam, so feel free to click it… or maybe don’t), doesn’t this look much cleaner and aesthetically more pleasing? Lol. Yeah, that was the whole point of moving from there to here, really. Who knows, I might get motivated to post more often. #excuses

Oh, and the title of my blog should give a bit of insight about the future content of the blog – Metamorphosis, as explained above, is the caterpillar-turning-into-butterfly process. My name (Vanessa) is actually the name of a genus of brush-footed butterflies. Ignoring the fact that my mum named me after an insect, I would like to think that I’m in the metamorphosis process for humans, where God is molding me into the person He wants me to become. So in other words, this will be my attempt at journaling about God’s grace in my life. Having kept a personal journal, I found that this practice have helped deepened my joy in the present. I couldn’t have put it better in words than this article when it said “There is always more going on in us and around than we can appreciate at the time. Journaling is a way of slowing life down for just a few moments, and trying to process at least a sliver of it for the glory of God, our own growth and development, and our enjoyment of the details”. And by making some of my journals public here, I hope to share this joy with you and maybe even entertain you with my occasional embarrassing moments. Occasional being an understatement.

I should get back to completing my assignments.

A Whole New World

Well hello there, imaginary readers.

This is like a whole new world. I wonder why I didn’t switch to WordPress earlier. I can definitely be inspired to write more often here. (I may have said that too soon.) I realized I’m late to the party (so much for trying to be hipster), but better late than never right? Right? …

Moving on. I don’t know which direction this blog is heading towards at the moment, but I feel like I will get there somehow. I have this ambitious dream of expressing myself through hipster photographs I would snap and thoughts that are so deep I wouldn’t be able to see myself (Ha-ha). If ever this artsy-fartsy attempt of mine fails, you can always count on me to make you feel better about your lives by letting you laugh at mine.

Catch you again next time!

…if you will still be here, that is.