How it all started

Scrolling, raking my eyes over the words backed/surrounded by the white light of my laptop screen, trying to process them as quick as I can because it’s getting late and there’s just SO MUCH content, too good to be put on hold for another day.

I read and read and read. And how relieved(?), glad, excited I am about how much I am able to relate to this girl. It really seems like she’s got it all figured out, sorting her posts into what those people would think are pretentious names for mere categories but got me all curious and gave me a moment of “Why didn’t I think of that?” Reading as many posts as I can, they reminded me of myself (tho I wish i was half as good of a writer as she is) and my thoughts when I first started this blog. More precisely, not the thoughts when i started this blog, but the thoughts that made me want to start this blog.

I remember. I remember that I used to think about all sorts of things that i cannot simply categorise for you right now but for further understanding, simply drop by her blog to see for yourself what i mean. And for some reason, perhaps college, maybe the dwindling of initial enthusiasm, but I haven’t been having thoughts of that sort for a while now. And getting this peek into the inner workings of her mind and heart and possibly even soul, I realised how much I miss the eagerness and uncertainty that more often than not came along with those thoughts. I would find myself wondering about random things, wondering if other people wondered about those same things, wondering if they wondered if other people wondered about the same things as they did and so the cycle continues. And i feel like this is a constant with me because I’m always playing this reverse psychology game with myself and imagining beforehand how conversations would take place. How this relates to me having those random thoughts is that I go round and round in my head about how things can play out, the possibilities are endless,really.

Back to the topic (tho I never really went off-topic, just elaborated a tad bit more than necessary), now, the reason why I started this blog in the first place fresh in my mind, I am low key excited and hopeful that more of these thoughts will come and along with them the time to pen them down.

odette | of love & truth

why do we differentiate between different types of love? I feel like unnecessary complications arise because of this categorical approach we seem to take when dissecting our emotions — the classic question: do you like him/her or like likehim/her? I hate having to organise my feelings as if they’re sostraightforward, as if emotions are scientific & rational. what is up with this societal pressure to clearly distinguish my attractions? why do I have to decide if what I’m feeling is romantic attraction or intensely platonic fondness if I can’t actually properly tell? why are there so many different types of love? can’t I just love you?

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Werk 

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Cotton On was my first working experience. And what an eye-opening, exhausting and satisfying job it was. It was everything (almost) that I wanted my job to encompass. It wasn’t a 9 to 5, it kept me on my feet (which, ironically, was also the reason for my departure), it fed my fashion cravings with a generous staff discount, it exposed me to the inner workings of an international retail franchise (albeit what I know was surely only the tip of the iceberg) , it introduced me to friends I never would’ve made had I not taken the job and most importantly, it made me realise how much more the world has to offer, that what my high school teachers said were true.

High school is just a pond and if you think it’s hard, wait till you’re in the ocean

Work at Cotton On was tiring but I wouldn’t say it was hard. Although If it weren’t for the salary, I’d go back to school in a heartbeat. Actually, on second thought, if education was free, I’d spend my life studying. Or maybe not.

My point is, I am extremely grateful to have had those two weeks at Cotton On and shoutout to everyone who welcomed me with open arms.