15 seconds of the best birthday I have ever, ever had. I really need to write properly about it but I stubbornly don’t want to because I know I will never do it justice in words! I have never felt so loved, or so completely, wonderfully, fully happy. I have, and love, the greatest people in the world.
We’re all so silly and wonderful.
WE (Deon and I) LOVVEEEEEE THEM. Favourite weird ‘always end up talking about death in an inappropriately happy way’ cute. So glad walrus is back and it’s the four of us again anticipating dance matches and suppers and sleepovers with my Monica list. They've become family and I/we are blessed and grateful. LOVE THEM, love all of us. Love all of us together. I love you both, Joan and Andrew.
I am grateful, I love, I treasure. These two, I will never have enough to describe in words.
I had a really good day today!
Met Josepg after what feels like ages, laughed a lot, talked a lot. As usual I trudged behind as he shopped, me talking loudly about his future child’s poverty if he kept spending on shirts. We had a funny moment where I thought this other guy was him so I just stood there waiting with my phone out and he suddenly appeared to drag me away, wondering why I was just standing there for that long. It was hilarious.
Oh and he said this
Me (at some decorations) ‘How is pink in any way Christmassy?’
Josepg ‘Maybe because it’s an off-red.’
Josepg ‘WHAT I’m trying to justify..it!’
I still can’t decide whether or not he made sense.
Then I had school which was really interesting, and after Amanda and I (unsuccessfully) searched Tiong Bahru plaza for some eclairs. Oh but it was our last lesson with our tutor Danny, that was sad. He was good. It is sad.
Now it’s 4am and I shall sleep. Here’s to the rest of the week being good too! I pray.
When Chloe and I had dinner a while back.
Procrastination is a disease that has infiltrated my very bones.
I had an extremely lovely weekend with my very dear, very beautiful, SAC graduates turned very best friends.
Intellectually, they’re brilliant! In light heartedness, still very much girls and endearingly so.
splashing like waterbenders
baby pool sliding
laughing at nothing
laughing at everything
sweating in the hall
school asking for more money
school being stingy
(photo of me, (3rd from top) taken by the madly talented Lizzles at www.moofings.tumblr/blogspot.com)
I proudly proclaim my undying love for the ever ready, super easy, fast to capture, camera phone. For this reason Apple, I adore you. Look at the fun you help me keep! All the love.
I have to think of a name for my phone soon, it must feel so neglected.
Eunice’s sexy sleepy face
Deon’s forced fearful smile
Pizzles and Longbum trying butter chicken
They then created a new whatsapp group
Joanie’s amaaaazing cooking
My wonderful friends everybody! Round of applause, clap clap and a big bite kiss.
Cleaning my room was the best part of my day. I’m not sure why, I just did what my instincts instructed (get rid of dust and make things neat) and somehow, I stopped worrying. That was the best part of my day.
Unfortunately, I had to stop to go to work, and from there things sadly went slowly downhill. I felt miserable, dinner went sour and when I reached home I read news I didn’t want to read and heard stories I really didn’t want to hear. I feel tired and lifeless and over and over in my mind I analysed my job(s) situation. I talked to Chloe for a bit which helped because I’ve missed her very much. I wished I could pick Joan up for supper and maybe while telling my stories I’d cry a little in the car and she’ll make me laugh somehow. Ankita gave me advice through emoticons and I loved it. But help came through only partly, and I almost wish the tears would come so I’d get the releasing comfort afterwards. Right now I’m stuck, sometimes frustrated, mostly helpless, a very in-between. Not bad enough to cry, not alright enough to brush aside. Hopefully draining enough, to sleep.
YOU will be the death of me. SO much talent squashed into an office cubicle, WASTE. Time with Miss Exotically Gorgeous isn’t wasted though, we have good times. Pretty great for ‘fairly close’ friends. Yes I know you’re reading this and I won’t let you forget your blatant betrayal. It’ll be funny when Nicholas the Insurance guy calls us in a year to advertise saving plans, maybe he’ll ask me if I’m fasting again, or hopefully forget how stupid I was in what I did and said. Maybe he’ll realise then how you were sneakily talking him into revealing company strategies.
Not blogging for a month is taking its toll. I don’t know how to write about my days, this all feels unnatural! jklshdfkjsdfh. Oh and I’m quite pleased to say these photos are barely edited, I’ve been having fun figuring Indiana (my G15, yes it has a name) out and I seem to like overexposure, at least for now. I love how it makes noodle man magical. Composition wise though, I’ve gone downhill.. Practice, practice, practice.