Calligraphy

And then instead of writing to potential supervisors, here I am dabbing at calligraphy again... distractions..... haven't used broad nibs for a while. Need some getting used to.
Been reading George orwell's letters. Somehow I wish this is still the letter-writing era but I can't figure out why I am so enarmoured with letters. Maybe because it is more carefully crafted than an email? Maybe there's just something beautiful about reading a hand-written letter? Maybe the beauty lies in the idea that someone went through quite a fair amount of effort just to get a word or two to you...it's funny though that by the time you received a piece of news in the form of a letter, it would have long become history...
Wasn't feeling quite upbeat today and I got even more frustrated when playing the piano. The fingers felt as if they are no longer under my control. I guess it's just a case of the Monday blues. Or so I hope. Some things I wanted to blog about: the idea of karma and schooling. Will reserve that
For another day when I'm less moody.

Haven't been writing for a while- I mean the putting pen to paper kind. Then for some strange reasons, I began to feel that desire to start writing again.
I still can't get over the beauty of the spencerian script: http://www.artofmanliness.com/2014/12/16/improve-your-cursive-handwriting/

Went onto eBay to get even more pens with plans to modify them with a zebra G and Nikko G nibs after seeing how much like a flex pen a cheap jinhao can become if you fit one of these babies into it.

Can hardly wait for the pens and nibs to arrive.

On an unrelated note, I realize how sometimes in life, a small seemingly unimportant decision can lead to major upheavals in our lives. one small decision leads us to another small decision to another and another until we reach a point where we realize all these little doors are leading us into a vastly different world. Sometimes the world is one that we desire, sometimes it is one we enter in horror and wonder what the hell we had done. One seemingly minor mistake in our decision making process and poof the life that we envisioned and dreamt about, is gone. The trouble is we will never really know whether we have made a mistake until we get there. But I believe too that we possess this innate sixth sense that warns us of the mistakes we are about to make. It is just too bad that we overwrite these premonitions with logic and self-denial, convincing ourselves into believing otherwise. Why we do that, I'm not sure. Perhaps the more we try to avoid trouble, the more we try to make "safe" decisions,  the more we try to stay in our comfort zone, the more mistakes and troubles we get into. How do we learn to trust our instincts? How do we learn to trust our hearts?

Writing

Didn't realize I'd spent an hour just writing out verses. It gets kinda addictive once you start writing. Spencerian script is one of my favorites so far but quite impractical since the capital letters take up a lot of space with its flourishes. Round hand scripts although much more practical, just lacks that bit of spunk. I've taken to watching videos of people writing and I'm not sure why I found it quite entertaining to watch the letters form.