Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is “Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.” It’s nostalgia for studying abroad that one semester. Travel is realizing that “age thirty” should be shed of its goddamn stigma.
― Nick Miller, Isn’t It Pretty To Think So?
2:56 pm • 5 May 2013
The month was filled with joyful 21st birthday parties amongst friends. These occasions gathered old friends for posh dinners and several suggestions of staycations for upcoming birthday folks.
With all due excitement, the month suppressed work stress coming from my internship. Fridays are always in anticipation as a well deserved dinner are routinely in lieu. Adding on to the positivity are dates with my loverrr(the term ‘lover’ sounds enigmatic, I like it).
Moving forward, I’ve a pal’s wedding to attend in the month of May. Oh joy!
5:31 pm • 30 April 2013
I wish I was a photograph tucked into the corners of your wallet. I wish I was a photograph you carried like a future in your back pocket. I wish I was that face you showed to strangers when they ask you where yo’ve come from. I wish I was that someone that you’ve come from every time you get there. And when you’re there, I wish I was that someone that got phone calls and postcards saying “Wish you were here.”
5:57 pm • 24 April 2013 • 1 note
THE PURSUIT OF BEING.
Years from now, you will find that the things you held dear, were all trivial to the core. All of those silly little things you cared about meant nothing, and the naive quest for perfection was a giant fucking waste of time.
I wish you all well on your pursuit of being.
The Pursuit of Being by John O’Callaghan
8:49 am • 24 April 2013
Sometimes it becomes a contest: Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?
10:54 am • 21 April 2013
When it’s going well, the fact of it is everywhere. It’s there in the song that shuffles into your ears. It’s there in the book you’re reading. It’s there on the shelves of the store as you reach for a towel and forget about the towel. It’s there as you open the door. As you stare off into the subway, it’s what you’re looking at. You wear it on the inside of your hat. It lines your pockets. It’s the temperature.
The hitch, of course, it’s that when it’s going badly, it’s in all the same places.
3:17 pm • 19 April 2013
A little after Good friday
Sometimes in the sweltering heat it’s hard enough to be wearing a bikini let alone some sort of clothing. However unfortunately for me, dressing up is an invisible rule of conduct in my department that I intern for. Signed up for a marketing internship awhile back and although I love what I am doing now, work has never been so brain consuming. My job drains every drop of energy left in me and I quickly adopted an evening nap, roughly from 7.30pm - 9.30pm on weekdays. With the notion of another day, another pencil skirt, it kind of reignited my love for these little crop top things after spotting a beige version on ASOS and another white light weight crop top when I was at Hollister in Hongkong in January.
A good 3 weeks in of my internship and consecutive sober Friday nights, Sche and I have concluded that we are boring working adults. Keeping to just one beer, we dedicated our Good Friday for some daylight girl time with brunch, taking photos, lengthy conversations and a lot of shopping.
Lately, a date by the beach feels ideal. Even after enduring a very hot and dry season for a start, the beach in this sunny city is one of my very favourite things about being home for our Singapore summer. Photos always turn out better. Plus being able to wear a sheer piece of lace dress and feeling my toes again is always a bonus! Its funny how my teenage self used to look forward to end the season somewhere cold with Perth and Melbourne as a perfect destination. June holidays were always filled with knitwear and coat shopping in the family. Maybe that sense of excitement got me hooked on travelling. Eventually, the need to travel at least once every year settled in. Travel plans have surfaced this year, in hopes that all will fall into place, I shall settle with months of being in a love nest and a book by my side. With the xx playing in town, the first half of 2013 feels just right. Yay!
5:16 pm • 31 March 2013
"My favorite days are, selfishly, the ones we decide to let slip away while we’re together in bed. On these occasions, with the warmth of the sun on our faces and music in our ears, the bed is our sanctuary; the floor, the bathroom, the kitchen, the outside world are all reminders of a reality we don’t want to admit exists. So we stay in bed, our white sheet island, as long as we can, as if our departure from it would mean we’d lose the magical feeling forever. When we are forced to make trips to be bathroom, we do it in haste and sprint back to bed; when we become hungry, we hurry to prepare something in the kitchen so we can bring it back to eat on the bed; and then, after eating, we set the dirty plates on the floor, because once they are there, they don’t exist for us anymore."
-isn’t it pretty to think so?
9:49 pm • 24 March 2013