In a pickle
I stretch between the comfort of knowing where my life is headed, and the exciting fear of never being sure.I hope to be known and admired one day, and asked for an autograph by a child.
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I can’t comprehend why I worried about what I worried before over the things I have control of, like job troubles. Getting kola back, majority of that one is out of my hands. I run through my head that maybe I’m supposed to learn something from this, and maybe when I realise it he’ll appear like the best present ever.
What I’ve seen are friends coming together offering help and love, new friends of my sisters in huge selfless determination in getting him home. With my best friend always looking out for me even from a different country, Joan’s mum called to comfort me, assuring me of his return and that she’s definitely praying, ‘Don’t be sad! Be happy okay!’ Ari’s classmates put his photo on every media outlet they know of, saying ‘we’ll find kola even if it kills us!’ Lena’s new orientation leader excitedly offered their entire camp tribe of about 70 people to come down to walk around looking for him. Dearest friends sharing online, and some offering words of comfort. People coming together.
That’s something.
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I am sad because I lost my wallet. All my cards are in which will set me back quite a bit of money to replace, then there is my cross and alien phone cap. I’m more worried about the sentimental things, but its good that I’ve recently cleared it. Whoever took it, please return my wallet! :(
Deon got $100 yesterday for returning a phone, and he said we’ll use that to buy matching wallets to use till we’re married, $50 each. That made me happier. Then I put up the Toy Story 2 poster he bought me, and that made me happy too.
And now I’m on video call with Val, laughing at this video together. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIg-sN4BFX4
Hearing and seeing her adorable laugh makes me happy too.
looking at the bright side
For you, my dear Meltiny. I think you’re incredibly badass. ;)
I loved every bit of this surprise dinner, from planning to stressing to planning to stressing to finally getting it perfect, without you suspecting a thing! It was a wonderful night of family, friends, love and laughs. I hope you had a wonderful time and felt super duper loved, because we super duper love you!! Modern Indian Monk. (check the outfit) ;)
best together
weekends are always nice. sometimes not all of it, but I get lovely bits of sun when Deon books out. now that time is limited I get flustered and stressed every second isn’t wasted, while he laughs at my madness and wraps his long (and now muscular) arms around my head.
some lovely mush
Gary from the army: ‘wah he really loves you man, every night looking through your photos!’
I lovvvvve my weekends. This one was themed: Junk Food
I made wicked Penne With Sweet Tomatoes, Eggplant and Mozzarella yesterday, and rounded off with Raspberry White chocolate cheesecake. Probably my biggest successes! With help from Sammie and Keane and longbum with the cake, it was a lovely day.
All jealousy at Sam’s INSANE amount of talent vanishes when we’re together because I love her so darn much.
long one, old folders
I had a good day. It had its bad, almost sickening moments (some places in Singapore need better signage systems) but because it was with buttock face (photo above) it was fun. I can’t remember the last time we went out for an entire day together unplanned, and then left a guitar at Accessorize. Yep, we left it there and merrily walked to citylink, only for her to realise after about ten minutes and then running back. Singapore is amazingly-safe, it waited patiently leaning on a shelf, near-camouflaged and untouched. I think the shopping bug has bitten me, at the worst time. No allowance, no work, and projects to fund, my savings are facing a crisis.
