I’m full, and I’m content. Because I have what money can never buy but only trust can bind.
Family
The gang
So many things happened that I was too busy to sit down and write, but in my head there are tonnes to write! Gonna get proper sleep first.
Happiness is a right, not a privilege. I want to be happy, and will be really happy coz Fader Mader are coming over for Christmas. Wuhu. Doppy will be staying with me for two weeks and it’d be lovely to have a keeper(bibik) around to pass me my towel and make dinner and laundry etc for me. Hehehe. She can’t possibly be thinking I’d be having her here JUST to chill out, right?
Anyway, it’s just random writing. These few weeks are crazy coz everything is so extreme. There was extreme anger, sadness, curiosity and confusion, and at the same time, such an extreme amount of happiness, motivation and drive. I’m a bit wobbly in my head but all is well coz I’ll be in Sentosa Island whole day tomorrow for fun and good food all day long.
I miss going to the beach and chill, so it’s high time that I go again. Yipi.
Pictures courtesy of Obsolete Theory.
Gerard Levert does Dj Don’t. It’s a perfect Friday night song. And today we did a good walk to Clark Quay, it wasn’t so bad although a few members of the troop were worried their ‘batteries’ won’t last that long. I just had to laugh so hard because it was hilarious when they told us to be prepared to roll them should they shut down after 400 meters on the sidewalk.
I had a very touristy night, everyone got along so well that jokes were permissibly crude and just downright hilarious. Another happy therapy in Orchard coz the girls and grandma want to do some shopping. We’ll see how long Grandma can last – 2 hours tops. Ha ha.
One step at a time. We only have two hands, and even the broadest shoulders can only take so much weight. Robin Thicke says to take it slow.
And it only takes two to tango. Even if both are stubborn and sensitive but are alike. Robin Thicke says take it slow.
I could use some therapy now. Goodnight. Early morning tomorrow!
A lovely inspiration. I can’t wait to start working on a video like this. Inshallah, come January.
The Promises – Engagement Ring – Advertisement from WeddingClip Videography on Vimeo.
The ring is very familiar though. Haih.
A man jumped off the building of my flat and fell face-down right outside the kitchen window, into the small drain. We stay on the third floor(so the angle and distance was just nice) and I saw it covered in white cloth. By the time I quickly run back with my camera, they already covered it with a small Police tent. Darn it.
At that time, I was more curiously excited to see how gory it could get. But now, when I come to think of it, it’s starting to get to me a little bit. I do feel a bit unstable, quietly imagining the sound of the ‘drop’ going something like a quiet Thud! and replaying it over and over again in my head.
I have this habit of being able to watch gory things, but I always close my ears. I can forget the visuals easily but if I hear sounds of torture, it’ll just keep replaying in my head for a long time, and depresses me. Once I watched Changeling and during the torture scene of the children, I almost cried coz I was so stunned by the scene that I forgot to plug my ears. After that, every time I went to bed I keep hearing those screams of the little children, making it harder for me to close my eyes and sleep.
Which is why, I fill up my life with loads of music. All kinds, all the time.
So today, I’ll share this with you. And I will sing it out on one fine day for you.
Better be better. Coz if you’re not the best, it’s because you’re just Fabulous.
Heart in the cinema. Reminds me of home.
Infinitive multiplication. The world is endless.
I fell awfully sick last night, drastically. No dramas, but it’s been so long since I’ve had that kind of sickness. Good side of it was that I met a really pleasant doctor (whom I can stick to from now on) and she gave me an MC for today. Enough time for me to rest before I fly back home tonight.
Anyway, I have tonnes of photos here that I shot with the Canon 5D, and another bunch that I’ve already enhanced but had no will to sit and focus on writing a post. I suppose I’ve grown out from writing philosophical things that never made sense.
In the meantime, while I pack, here’s a shot of me from Sunday’s cycling along the coastline. Shot taken by Obsolete Theory, enhancements by me.
Cheers, dears!
All these years, when I couldn’t hold it back, I just walk downstairs in the middle of the night and in the dark, I find myself through the door of my parents’ room. My hands slowly crawl along the bumps on the bed, quietly searching for my mother.
She’ll be really tired, but realising that I’ve been crying all night she’ll immediately wake up and stroke my hair and let me be.
And she’ll say “Everything will be fine.”
But tonight, all I’ve got are just a couple of pillows to cushion my emotions.
Oh Mother.
I have long black hair. And it’s big. Like, HUGE. Massive.
So ya’ll can figure out why I love this video very much. Hehe.
It’s going to be a Thirsty Thursday tomorrow. Hah.
Sign,
Navy Girl.
p/s: This single’s been out since early this year but I can never get enough of them. These girls are just…smokin’ hot!
Got my soul ‘mates’ singing all my favorite soulful r&b on the machine. Remy Shand, Anthony Hamilton, Bebe Winans, Jodeci and never the least, Usher. Not that the entire world should know, but I’m feeling really lonely right now. It’s just wrong to be listening to soul music when you’re lonely, coz it’s just going to get you all sappy and miss your family, crush, best friends, jazz mates and everything else at hometown.
I’m stronger, I’m wiser. I am better. So much better. – Marvin Sapp
When I was handling depression on my own, I kept wishing I’m living in another country where I’m just all by myself and no one knows me. All around me are strangers and if I’m just walking and stopping by looking on whatever doing anything, no one would ever care. Life would be so free.
And now I’m here, I’m like, “That’s it? This is dead boring.” I had to make friends, because people at work pretty much have already ‘established’ their crowd. Not a bad thing, but I do feel that I need to make friends beyond the white desk I’m sitting at on weekdays 9-6.
I started with the taxi drivers. 90% of the times I take the cab, I’ll arrive at my destination feeling appreciated over a cheerful random conversation. Some give me their numbers so I can call them in case of transportation emergencies. Lovely.
Then I meet people when I go house hunting. Really nice people out there. That much I can say. I do randomly go up to people saying hi – to the locals mostly because I’m more interested in getting involved with the local art, design & music scene here. Some couldn’t be bothered, but most are always pleasant. I even met a girl on the train who is also a designer, who happens to work in an office right behind my office!
I chatted with tourists during my entire journey back to my apartment, started with them asking me for directions, mostly backpackers. The most interesting person I’ve met was a Canadian backpacker who was on his way from Egypt to Sibu for diving. It was 5am in the morning and I was (half-asleep) at the airport waiting for my flight and he was on transit. Completely random, but his story on how he’s almost dying Just trying to quit smoking was hilarious.
It was not easy to brave myself and approach people without making them think you’re a psycho-lesbian-freak, but neither was it hard. It does become a pleasant joke between me and my friends on how I sound like a child going up to strangers to be friends with. Hehe.
But really, sometimes we’re just too caught up with our fear that we forget that there are still friendly people out there. I have always enjoyed talking to random people about random things, meeting new people and making new friends. But living abroad and starting up alone like this kind of puts a bit extra pressure in that department and sometimes I became unsure. It’s been a month now, and I know I’m slowly adapting to the fast pace of this new life.
Anyhow, I know I said I’ll post some pics of my sisters’, but I’m feeling like posting up a couple of my indulgence here first. Sisters can wait! Hehe.
