Doing homework always inspires me to do something else.
Here is the something else- http://pickaline.tumblr.com/
The excessive posts under 1 day shows how hung up I am on it.
Note: it's not meant to be understood.

listening to; perfect by alanis morissette

Coeur de pirate

Le romantisme

Comme de enfants

CNY DAY 1

4Am - Budget Terminal

DAY 1 Macau

Went to the town sqaure where crackers blew up in places , a temple where colorful windchimes were for your taking and the Macau tower where standing on glass floors 60 stories high made some of the adults knees weak.

On our own chartered bus!

Tour guide speaking to my cousin -Tom, whos the In-Charge (yes we run an efficient organization within the family) : So your name is?

Cousin: Tom

Tour guide: Okay, Bomb, I'll be keeping in contact with you... (not realising he made a mistake)

Rest of us: Bomb?? LOLOL



Being the photographer means there's no one to take pictures of you, and I had to resort to reflections.
He brings this routine everywhere he goes.
One narcist after another.Crackers everywhere!
Someone would shout a warning and everyone would stop what they are doing and cover their ears.

DAY 2
Spent the entire day in Venetian spending money and winning money.
Camera battery died and thus, momentary break for unappreciated and unpaid photographer.

Spent too many hours shopping from one high-end boutique to the next.


DAY 3- HONGKONG.
Worse ferry ride from Macau to Hk ever, as if the seawaves gods were having major PMS.
The kids took turns puking into the same plastic bag (seemed hilarious only after the ordeal) and I almost joined them.












Plenty of moments. Funny precious exuberant ones.

We spent, won but ultimately did not kowtow to money.

Lots of wind. Running against it on the 61st floor with bro. Hair whipping face due to it. Hands lifted above heads to feel it.

Change of attires. Loved having to wear my trenchcoat and knee-high boots everywhere. Even when I didn't really have to, I still wore them cause it won't be soon till I am able to.

Broke so many habits. But kept to the ones that matter. Like writing down little notes at the end of the day and reading. Reading the bible, my book and my Lula magazine.

Missed plenty of things and people.

But now, its back to the cycle. Till next year.

My luggage is all packed and black. Everyone is driving me nuts even when I've got my own stuff on the lockdown yo. ha ha ha. ( i ..didn't know how else to put it. ) Friends, bombard me with your voices and messages after Thursday at 8pm!

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here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder

that's keeping the stars apart,

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-e.e cummings

Yesterday

Corridor Talk

I hung my bag around her teeny feet.

She shook it, grabbed it, tugged at it but still had no idea as to what to do with this thing hanging around her feet.

And then she gave up and showed me this face. LOL

Later I taught her how to trick-drop the bag and pull the 'rabbit' / shirt out of the bag. She's all set for life.

And whilst walking back from sending my niece to tuition, I got rained down by plant water. I thought it was rain till I stepped out of it.



Today
Canele Talk

We took 15minutes, armed with strategies and tactics to decide on 3 dishes. And this is what happens when broke people have s'pensive meals.

ps; tired tired tired!! but not sad, which matters so much more.

ps; i is miss wenyan.

The product from me skiving.

from top left; my liverpool bottle, my burger phone,my scribble on a very dirty wall and my nodding giraffe with my daiso purple feather pen.

What can I say, they make me happy, thus deserving some recognition. LOL

Muted sounds and muted tones. My head swivels from screen to paper, to and fro, to and fro. Heart fighting with head. Desire against sensibility. Isn’t it the same for almost everything? The snack lays untouched and cold, left to fend itself against prying ants away from home. If I scream and ran wild on the street now, would anyone wake to notice me?

(Why do I insist on isolating isolation? )

I have a sensation in my head.

It made me lay in bed.

A sleep reduced it to a slight suffocation,

instead of it being a major provocation.

Yet it still can't decide what it really wants to be.

Though all I want is for it to flee.

...and the pain lays there in wait.

(Today seem like the longest-day-ever, both in school and at home, which induces crap poem in semblence of an entry.)

My hair looked very strange.

But her face looks stranger. LOL kiddin.

You know I love you even without my messages.

Talked by the park's pond with Wenyan in the early evening. The wind would merrily make its course across the waters and when it reached us, we'd pause talking and soak in the embrace of the currents. The flock of little birds amused us too. My cookies got blown away more than once. hah

Loved how today ended.

We are in for the long haul baby.

Things that did not make me sad today;

Wenyan's drop-by and our talk in the dark. Strawberries, nice ones. Mixed Yoghurt from SB. New friends found in GEMS group. Singing Jason Mraz songs really loudly. The girls company in school. Beating the after-work rush hour. Finishing 2 projects and a presentation. Being able to borrow from the school library. Finishing a book I didn't like. Mom giving me $10 from her latest lottery loot. Having late dinner with 2 family members. The last message that I receieved.

It envelops me from the inside, all in a sudden flash of remembering and breaking up my little bits of joy.

It's severity changes degrees, depending on how hopeful I'm feeling.

but this is all part His plan isn't it.

afraid.

for everything that might change and remain the same. that might drive us apart.

Cause you're gonna skip along

Quite merrily baby, you're gonna revel in hating what's going on

And you're like a sugar bomb

And no harm will come

No harm will come if you just skip along.

=)

All over the placeDon't know what to settle forAgain and again.

We've started a countdown. 53 days till the end of Year 2. The CAs keeps coming, so fast and malicious that we hardly have time to enjoy the end of one till we have to worry for another. I bought a purple organizer from Kino today which will be my avid companion for the next 53 days. 1 happy thing, I opened my inbox today and in the mix of all the project emails, I received one from the good people of Fashionation that I won something! Wicked. Happy not because I get to have that particular thing, but I find it so funny I could actually win something. Back to not so wicked stuff now. Namely having to complete a presentation and a huge report segment in a night. SIGH

NYE's.

Theme of Party: Occupation.

The unemployed and students.

Because she ironed the uniform for me.

Today.

Met a very cute 2-3 year old indian boy in the lift.

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Lil Boy: (asked in a manner both grave and cute at the same time) who is going to spend time with me tomorrow?

Dad: Mommy and I.
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After gushing over the precocious innocence of the lil boy, my bro and I realised we have never uttered that question in our lives. He felt the boy was more deprieved than innocent though. Typical ass mindset.

Earlier in the day, Wenyan and I met another cute boy (with a ranking of 8.5) at the station. We practically raped him with our stares (hers especially) and were both sorely disappointed when he didn't drop off at Hougang. She says being interested in guys is a sign of growing up and maturity. I think it's just desperation. LOL

8 hours of peddling and seeing things.

The Whole Gang

At Changi Village after NasiLemark!

40% dead.

Back at EastCoast.

100% dead.

LOLOLOL

What I was suppose to see if I hadn't been sleeping.

(pic credits to jasmine, love fb, no chasing required)

Singapore has its charms at night. The back roads besides fields with wildflowers, the crazy long bridges atop highways and the seamless endless dark paths that made being awake and moving my fatass thighs worthwhile.

Maybe it's my bad eyesight, or laggy senses because no one else seem to be doing that, but I had to slow down often just so I could just take all of it in. Things become more vast night, or so it seems.

I remember a lot of bananas, cats, upslopes (more than downslopes), stars and gatorade somewhere in the mix of things. Sung a lot of songs with Bro while cycling cause whoa hey, no one was around to really hear it anyway. Wenyan, the first timer hung in there throughout the journey and I can finally say she can cycle- bends and all! The guys were really helpful and noisy, which kept our dieded spirits up. Wenling's energy was never ending as usual. 5 hours in and she was trying to get people to do cheers. LOL *give me one sotong clap!*

A lot of them seem more alive after the cycle, but I was a goner. Slept through a sunrise, macdonald's breakfast and a cab ride. Which will explain the sleeping pictures. I aptly remember Wenling laughing at me from ANOTHER cab when I woke up in my cab. Real funny.