flowering plant in the Northern Hemisphere
with a globe of fine filaments
children (and the wind) love to blow away...
Click on the butterflies around the dandelions to get around.
Fire your imagination, Dream in colour
a boring old hag who loves to scream her head off, mutter in gibberish, and talk to random people on the streets.
Beautiful music. Gorgeous food. the Sun.Sea.Sand. Butterflies. Dance. Movies.
Spontaneity. Laughter. Love. Courage.
The Weird, Beautiful, and Unique.
The stuff dreams are made of
the Mini Austin!
the entire collection at HMV
my spanish chef (: im gonna marry him!
more of Desigual and Koi Nobori!
the yakpak hobo bag!
A Lifetime of Musicmaking with Inspiring People
and to share this with the world
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
sometimes, the scarier distance is the one you cannot measure in terms of miles and hours. the scarier distance is the one you can only feel. that feeling of unease that something is amiss. but u cant put a finger to it. its there and then it goes away. all the same it knaws steadily at your heart. what happened?
theres no words that can describe the feeling of conversing in a language unique to the people from your land. to me, its the very essence of a country. it encapsulates the fire and spice, the warmth that stretches out to embrace you, and everything, everything that is important. so i do love singlish. it summons to mind the vibrancy and totally colourful atmosphere that singapore has for me. the very air that we breathe in here. and no other words do it just as exact and right, no other language accentuates and defines so well, the very feelings we are able to convey thru singlish.
little thoughts i had today, after conversations peppered with so many of these words. they made me feel truly, at home.
i met an interesting person today. we had an interesting conversation. which left me with yet more thoughts thereafter to ponder on. sth i did not expect.
life. its such a tangled mess of emotions every day of it. tangling, weaving, unravelling, spiralling. sometimes its too complicated, i cant take it. so tell me, how does one feel so much? so much, like an avalanche of a million and one different emotions. it scares me a little sometimes.
there are some people who've already got the most important things one can ever hope to have in a lifetime, at least to me. the love of their life. the career and job they love. a family of their own, on the way. aint that a wonderful feeling to have, i think? (: and i await the day im surrounded with these too. letting my wild imagination run its course.
haha, there are many times when i do truly believe that, let loose, my imagination and the richness of my dreams combined could indeed be a bestseller.
the clarity of my dreams at times amaze me. i wake up often, struck sprachlos by the richness and depth of emotions i feel in my dreams (or alpträume at that) - there are times i wake up crying with real grief, or i catch myself, in that surreal state between the conscious and unconscious, laughing out loud full blast - and then theres the absurdity and ridiculousness of the situations presented in them - and then i spend days pondering if they could actually be true. and then, yes yes yes theres my wonderful conversation, held between unconscious gone-to-the-world Me and the lucky or unlucky friends or family sleeping beside me. who actually love it having these weird incomprehensible talks! haha.
alriight thats all for today toodles! a little discussion with me and myself about my thoughts on my dreams. HAHA. i digressed lots from the original paragraph didnt i!
there are certain people in your life, with whom you always feel wholly embraced with open arms, literally or figuratively, whether you see them or you hear their voice or its just through typed or written words, even just mere thoughts. You can fly away and when you finally return, you just pick up from where you left off and continue walking into the distance. simple as that. fuss free. effortless. as natural as breathing in air. and thats beautiful to me, the way it all falls into place, the way it moulds and fits so easily into each other. the way the thoughts and paces flow unspoken. the moments where you are struck with the exact same words. at the same time. after all that time.