i will be going away.
i will be going away.
In fact, Melaka is bursting with brilliant photo opportunities and it’s apparent from all the photographers – from the pros, to semipros, rowdy China tourists with DSLRs, and aunties with their compacts – that throng the place.
I didnt know there are so many parallels between me and cats.. we’re all lazy, aloof, 想怎样就怎样， sleep-lovers and a little 闷骚.
I like how they always do things that amuse and amaze me; like snuggling into my bag to catch a catnap (he did it in such a 不慌不忙 and 名正言顺 manner that tickled me to death) and moving to my bed once I leave the room.
And don’t these vintage babies look good!
But if you can’t stand noise, don’t stay here. You get Chinese pop, trashy English hiphop and Malay ballads nonstop from 10am to 1am, thanks to the clothing store and Malay bistro below.
Niki is going to buy the Panasonic LX3 and I’m sooo jealous!
慵懒 玩猫 漫无目的
丢掉手表 丢掉手机 摔烂电脑
按摩 刮痧 被伺候
I swear I’ll twist the neck off anyone who attempts to hijack my weekend escapade to ___. Location is secret for obvious reasons. I have this ominous feeling that I’ve double-booked myself (again). But I’ll just pretend I didn’t realise.
I am going to spend a hundred bucks online; stop me!
I was scuttling through the MRT gantry that day when a random memory of myself being rabidly angry at someone hit me.
I remember I was ranting at the top of my voice to Dom, who was on the other end of the phone. In full audible range of every passenger in that train compartment. I wasn’t angry at him; just at someone whom we were both angry with. (I think) I’ve never behaved like that in the presence of total strangers before, but I couldn’t care less.
After the memory struck, I tried really hard to recollect who that person was and what made me seethe, but I couldn’t remember a thing.
(Does it happen to everyone or am I just an outstanding scatterbrain?)
I’m amazed at how fleeting and forgettable little shitty stuff in life are. Shit happens. All the time. But do they really matter? All these seemingly catastrophic events and people that come in (and out!) of our lives. How major are they when viewed in the continuum of life?
We suffer so much less when we let go.