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
Sunday, August 24, 2008
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.