Inside Out

A photojournalist
in the making.

Dramatic.
Expressive.
Talkative.
Random.
Creative.
Thinker.
Fighter.
Focused.
Stubborn.
Outspoken.
Different.

- At times.

Nothing remains.
Everchanging ; I am.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Belong.

I am sporty.
And cheer-y too! :)

I acknowledge strength;
I seek improvement;
I believe in faith;
I trust in hope;
I live in the now.

As I attended a friend's wedding on Saturday night;
Seated next to Jo-Lynn as she drove;
I realized how far I have come in life.
(I know it sounds cheesy, but there really is no other way of saying it!)

I sat at the table, surrounded by working people.
People who were working with Citibank, Pricewaterhouse Coopers;
All making a living for themselves.
And here I am, an 18-year-old sitting by enjoying their company.

The first question posted to one another was;
"So what are you doing now, where are you attached to?"

Not coming as a surprise, I felt like I belonged.
After having almost 6 months of living the life I dreamt of;
I grew so much, so fast and perhaps so soon?

At times I ponder if there is such a thing called limit.

Is there a specific phase of life, where I am supposed to be a certain way?
Or is that a myth created by anonymous individuals?
Or perhaps a self-created belief by my mind?

It comes naturally to me to speak to almost anyone and everyone.

I talk to taxi drivers like they're my long lost friends.
I start off conversations with strangers in buses and trains.
I order food at restaurants as though I work there.

It really is effortless.
It comes to me as a gentle flow that I need not create.

Sometimes, I feel as though I have to put in a whole lot of effort to fit in.
Then again, this is a self-imposed thought and assumption.
Something I know is not healthy for my wellbeing.

The difference between individuals is simple.
It is merely the consciousness or awareness of one's thought.

Although I believe that my memory only stays in tact for 3 days;
I often prove myself wrong when I bring up a certain long lost memory.

I am aware of my thoughts.
I acknowledge that.

Someone wise once said to me, embrace.
Embrace my awareness.
(And not blame it for all my white hair)

I love myself.
And I am a thinker.

Thus, I love the thinker in me.

There is nothing wrong with being a thinker;
Unless I make it wrong.

Perfection is a level of no return.
Simply because, when one is perfect, learning freezes and never takes place.
Then again, perfection is self-defined.

Contradicting?
(I know, right?!)

Well, that's me for you, fellow readers.

Just some food for thought. :)


Lovingly,
Sasha Yeoh Ee Ping

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Taste.




Sometimes, or rather most of the time;

It isn't so much of the experience that creates the memory;
It is the people that counts.

College life is one that I will remember, indefinitely.


Lovingly,
Sasha Yeoh Ee Ping

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Yellow!

Before the march and cheer.
Sportswoman & Sportsman :)
After having a historic finish ;
With Yellow leading the pack!

We came in first in netball.

We came in first in cheerleading and marching!

Amazing, amazing, amazing.

I can't thank everyone enough.

Thank you!

Thank you!

Thank you!


Lovingly,
Sasha Yeoh Ee Ping

Friday, November 13, 2009

Soul-moving.

Please spare some minutes and enjoy these videos.
Though some are merely a 3-minute video;
I found them very soul-moving.
Enjoy.


Perfection, self-defined;
The little moments in time;
That last a lifetime.



There are so much life has to offer;
Moving on is the only way.


You've always been there;
In heart and form.


Why wait till it's too late;
Appreciate now, for what it's worth;
I love you, Daddy, Mummy and WJ;
The one and only family I've got.

'Cause hearts are joint;
And bodies aren't;
I know that you are right here with me,
No matter where we may be.


Lovingly,
Sasha Yeoh Ee Ping

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Core Difference.

When I stop trying to seek approval;
It does not mean that I stop being nice.

The only change is that I do what I do with a different intention.
It is no longer the need to please that person;
With the expectation of something in return.
It is merely doing things out of the joy of spreading the happiness.


Lovingly,
Sasha Yeoh Ee Ping

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Intention.

One of the recent shots ; Ash & I.

To start things off, after exactly a week of not blogging;
(It's amazing that I could actually resist not updating!)

I intentionally left the previous post up for a week.
Wanting to see what everyone had to say about it.
I'm intrigued as well as appreciative for all the feedbacks.
Thank you all so much!

Let me throw you another question.
Something that was said in passing caught my attention just last weekend.

It is said that one of the reasons why I would withdraw myself from a person is because I feel unimportant to that person.

Does that statement carry some truth to you?

I found myself feeling rather 'off' yesterday.
It was probably one of those days where I go deep into thinking.
I ended up sleeping at 7pm, setting the alarm for 5am to wake up and finish my work;
Only to find myself wide awake at 10pm from a phone call.
Lesson? - Remember to switch the phone to silent mode!

Anyhow, since I was already up, I decided to complete the Maths assignment.
I ended up in a long chat with Eva till almost 1.30 in the morning.

It is interesting how our conversations can go.
And how I unconsciously have revelations through our chats.

I found out how organized my mind is;
Similarly to the miniature 3-level shelf I have on the study table.

The first level are pending items, things to do that are still undone ;
The second level are items that might come in handy, like rough papers ;
The third level are settled items that may be used from time to time.

When I have an experience in my life, anything at all;
I always believe that there is a lesson to be learnt.
It is just a matter of choice as to whether or not I want to learn from it.

Say I was on the trip to India and I have so much to learn from it.
Although I have learnt this much, it is still laying on the top stack;
Probably because I haven't learnt enough from it just yet.

When would I know I have learnt all the lessons from an experience?
When I stop going on and on about it.
(And yes, if you're wondering, the trip to Puttaparthi in May hasn't settled in just yet)

Then, the link of unimportance came in.
I have just recently realized why I withdrew from a person;
And it is because I feel unimportant.
Then the next question makes me ponder;
Why do I feel unimportant?

Again, while talking to Eva, a revelation descended.

From a personal point of view;
Interests and daily happenings are of the external layer of a being.
While the interior is made up of feelings and emotions;
Something that not everyone opens up to.

When a person is willing to open up their interior to you;
Does that make you feel important?

I felt that for a period of time;
I was working very hard at 'qualifying' myself as someone important to a person.
And eventually, I stopped trying.

I stopped trying not out of anger or dissatisfaction ;
It was due to a self-realization that I do not need approval to feel important.

If I have the self-esteem and confidence in me;
Would I settle for exterior approval?
Wouldn't the fact that I am my authentic qualify as important?
Afterall, God created each and every being for a purpose.
By being my authentic self, that would already fulfill the purpose.

To me, life is like a jigsaw puzzle.
At least mine feels like it.

It is like a 10000000000000-piece jigsaw puzzle.
And everyday I find a piece or two that fits perfectly.

I find such joy in living!
Amazing ain't it?

P.S
Eva thinks I think too much, but I think it is just me.
What do you think?



Lovingly,
Sasha Yeoh Ee Ping

Monday, November 02, 2009

It Was Once.

I have something to ask the readers of piggydotcom ;

What is one of the most significant lessons that you've learnt in your life thus far?

Please, feel free to drop a comment.
I wouldn't mind even if it is left anonymously.

I have something to share after this. :)


Lovingly,
Sasha Yeoh Ee Ping