honk

As usual, the cjy and I, we bounce things off one another. But man the things she says -_-

cjy: You have to be nice ok. Be nice.
me: Why can't I be normal.
cjy: Normal = nice. But I know your normal = cold. So cannot. Please be abnormal.

Silly goose!

nightly arts

(gotta leech the photo off you.)

A real late start to our date meant a real, uhm, early end. Rough beginnings without the requisite bitter endings.

That was Weds.

Then, as this was being written, that familiar orange flash.

I did. And my useless listening skills aside, I think it's amazing. & since superlatives aren't gonna be ending anytime soon, let's just get on with it: crazy immediate pasts and present be damned; me must be holding on to the awesomest person alive.

ain't no mountain

As usual, when left to our own devices, there's no knowing what we would do. Many firsts from last night/this morning. Suffice to say, at the ripe old age of twenty-two, I've finally checked out the real Singapore night scene. At twenty-two, it is also not too late to taste some real organic curry. Chicken egg chicken egg chicken egg...

Then, putting aside her allegiance to table wipers, art also makes for a ridiculous spy. Case in point:

At 545am, with the whole world tipsy 'cept for our selves, she points and goes "YASH. LOOK AT THOSE PUNKS". It is good that I am dark; can hide in shadows. Also good that likely those punks' hearing were too impaired from the throbbing house music. In any case, Yvonne claims she does not know what instigated the attack.


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& you know what ppl say about handling impulse purchase desires? Doesn't work here. Thought over it for a good two days and still went back and still dutifully filled up the passenger details. (Albeit muttering some choice words to see the fare rise by thirty bucks. In cheapo speak, that's 1.5 days' budget!)

My cards and travel sites? Not good. They are akin to the "bad men" your mother made you swear you won't EVER befriend. But you do anyway. And get burnt.

I need to breakup with wego.

the bottom of a well

I wonder whether some people realise just how freaking awesome their countries are. Venezuela, Cuba, Tunisia, Ethiopia, Iran, Indonesia. Surely there is a way.

And surely there is a way not to feel so lighted up every time. Seriously. Every time?! Aren't you sick of this? I am.

blue october

During one of the nights in camp, we played True Colours where we attempted to best anticipate how people perceive us. Also allows others to know what you think of yourself. A physical version of Johari Window if you may.

As always, what you know of yourself may be far off the mark from how others perceive you - knowingly or otherwise. One thing I discovered: I remind my workmates of their best teacher in primary school (only God knows why. Possibly their best teacher made them cry a lot). A stupid person also thought I change boyfriends every six months. As you can see, stupidity knows no limitations. Made me lose three points...

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Plans for Cochin now hang in the balance due to an incredibly last minute work event that we're suddenly organising. Fucked over feeling aside, good time to think about where I draw the line, eh? Am I even allowed to chalk one?

Glad that I'd gone off for a break when I could. Besides other outcomes, got a good pic of the (deceptively long) hair thanks to John and his Grace ambitions. If you see carefully you can make out the outlines of a chicken.

amazing race

By the final run (immigration clearance to bus bay), we were so zonked out I finally realised why people pay S$38 to take a private bus direct to Mersing. Definitely an experience though. Heh.

Budget breakdown

Queen St - Larkin = S$2.40
Larkin - Mersing = S$4.80
2D1N stay, full-board = S$87
Mersing - Queen St = S$6
Misc = S$20

Total = S$120

Not too shabby for a getaway.

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"What is your good name?" obsession returns. As much as I feel all fizzy about it, it can be rather daunting when one reads forum threads on airport scams and such. Going solo is gonna be one helluva interesting ride.

something you have to do

About two months ago, I wrote:

In four hours I've to be at work. In five hours I've to get into a car to Malaysia. In nine hours, I've to somehow make it onto a ferry. All around our puny island there must be hundreds of others like me: putting off the awful task of packing at three in the morning, realising that they have not changed their Sing Dollar for the relevant currency, remembering work stuff to complete by the minute then switching laptops to get it done. Hello there, I feel your pain.

A public holiday later, the same scene is playing out. Except instead of work to go to, there're busses to catch. And there's some measured improvement! Have actually changed my money.

So here's to spontaneity & friends who are good to go, always. Remember your standing invitation to Kochi (:

happiness in a submit button

a race of mortals living upon the Earth, but
not adhering to it;
inhabiting cities, but
not being fixed to them;
possessing everything, but
possessed by nothing.

- m twain

the essence of pleasure

There's something about spontaneity that colours all you do with a superb rainbow. Paradoxically, this amidst a routine we always seem to take: buy ice-cream, sit on steps, switch places due to inconsiderate wind directions, then stare at the reverse bungee folks scream their shorts off.

"Next time we should leh, yash."
"Yeah...that's what we said the previous time and the time before that and ---"
"You wanna take now?"
"Wah, like, now now?"
"Yeah!"

So that's how it came to be. Laughing from the first take off, into the spins and the final descent. Release never felt so damn good.

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And on a lighter note, if my career doesn't work out, therapist friend extends a wifely offer.

"let's go to NY. I'll support you"

Then immediately retracts when I wanted to modify the clause: must love in sickness in health and in engadget addiction. How can like this one.

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Waffles at udders was surprisingly nice! Longer meet-up next time is in order.

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art thereafter. What can I say that hasn't already been said. You/I found me/you (:

if you are chilly, here take my sweater

Who would you call at 4am?