:/

I re-read my last post and realized I didn't explain the meaning behind my URL.

I'll try to keep on track now :/

The artistes, the one who truly CREATE art, can only do it because they live their lives in it. *reference to devil wears prada here* I want to be able to do that. I may never be able to create art, but I'd die trying.

Hence, my URL.

die to breathe art.

I didn't want it to be so.... emo-ish sounding? but I liked how 'breathe' and 'art' made the word 'heart' combined. A little juvenile, maybe? But I liked it.

Ah well.

This is me. (posing)
*emo pose black hair thick fringe* and all


People have been asking me about my choice of URL, (well not really but I'd like to think they are) so I shall explain. Despite the minimal experience that I have with acting, I like to think of myself as an actress.

This is because I don't know who I am if I don't act. Ironic much.

I miss acting, I've pretty much have always taken it for granted- to quote Scout Finch in To Kill A Mockingbird, "Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love reading."
Acting has become a part of life so much so that I don't realize how much I needed it till I went pretty cold turkey.

'pretty cold turkey' is another weird phrase.

I've been acting for a coursemate's school project, and I feel so much more liberated. Like a crack addict with his crack. Like a mother with her child. Like an actress with her acting.

I'm playing a character named Charlene, and it was inspired by a dear friend of mine :), so am sort of disallowed to act badly. :D Not that I would anyway.

I had Radio Production today (it's a module in my course) and I had to come up with a proposal for a programme. I didn't know about it till today (that's what you get for skipping lectures even with a god-awesome MC) so I rushed to do it, and came up with a pretty unoriginal concept of fashion- I quote from my piece, "A fashion series that aims at incorporating over-the-top fashion designs into everyday life." Pretty boring, no? But that's what you call 5-minute work.

So in my rush, I forgot to include a title for my programme, and didn't realize it till I went for the consult with my radio lecturer. So here's how it went down:

RL: "Hi Nisa, let me see your programme proposal."

ME: "Sure." *confidently hands it over*

RL: "Hmmm... where's your programme title though?"

ME: "Title? What- Oh." *ego is crushed*

RL: "Please include a title."

ME: *thinking fast, quickly writes 'Fashion' down, then pauses.*

RL: *looks on with agonizing patience with laser eyes that beam through my soul, accusing me of NOT DOING MY WORK*

ME: "AAAHHH!!!" *writes the only thing I can think of- my name.*

RL: "Nice title."


Yeah!!! Adrenaline rush + pressure = Creativity. Get why Van Gogh cut off his own ear?

So my title?

Fashionisa.

I didn't think it was nice at that time but I feel all clever now (emphasis on feel) so i'm going to start a blog with that title.

*Disclaimer: My radio lecturer didn't actually look at me with laser eyes. If he did I'd want to be a radio lecturer.

*Disclaimer x2: I'm in no way more fashionable than your average fashionable girl; but I'd like to be, and I'd want to chart my progress.

*Disclaimer x3: I just realized I indirectly complimented myself in what appears to be an initial insult in *Disclaimer x2.

breathelivedie.

The glorious number ONE

First post. It seems as though this would be another cheeky little ADD side hobby of mine.

But I'm hell-bent on making this work (hopefully).

I got inspired to do some major blogging because I felt that there are too many projects going on right now that would be SUCH a shame not to keep a tab of. When I revisit this site when I'm 50, (considering that Internet still exists then- maybe it'll be upgraded to some fancy schmoozy thing by then, and everyone has a micro chip installed in their heads or drilled into your skulls, and babies have memory card slots and and) I want to be able to go "Ah... my life wasn't such a waste after all."

Yay yay! I like.

I'm like an immortal butterfly (I hate butterflies by the way, they're like worms on redbull oh shoot I meant caterpillars CATER-PILLARS doesn't that sound like a holy sick thingamajig to you? Doesn't compare to BUTTER-FLIES though, anyone who dared to combine butter and flies together must have suffered from a mental illness, it's just sad :( )

Oh yeah, I'm like an immortal butt-er-fly (it makes me feel better when I break it up like this) because I'm always changing. In a way. From egg to cat-er-pill-ar to larvae to pupa to butt-er-fly. I think that's it. I may return to the same way I was, but inside I know I'll change again :)

So that's it for the first post.

I'll update tomorrow!

breathelivedie.