Saturday, July 30, 2011

Leanne in Singapore








Leanne spent the whole month travelling, training and racing for her races all over the world, including 2 days travelling from Montpellier to Paris to Frankfurt to Singapore. So… I picked her up from her hotel, brought her to Marina Bay and coincidentally bumped into Donavan. It feels… Different. I haven’t been there since National Day last year, the shoppes have opened, new bistros have been set up… There’s actually quite a few pit-stops that I’ve drafted out in my head, along Sentosa Boardwalk and Marina Bay. This urge never seemed to go away.


I love my mom. She accompanied Leanne and I take these walks, drove us to Ghim Moh Market for some durians (I personally don’t like the unique taste of it) but tried it anyway. Leanne crashed the chalet that Alex and Ling Yi organized at Costa Sands and it was a pity how we had to leave early though… I could see the better and tastier food at the back uncooked and unserved. Besides driving from the West to East and East to West for 4 trips yesterday, everything else was pretty worth it. 







This year feels pretty new and different. I made new friends, a new beginning to my University life. I don’t know how I’m going to fare in school, but good news is that I’ve successfully bidded for 2 additional core modules on top of my 2 pre-allocated ones.


Last year, Jun and I were still in the midst of going through his army, now we’re in the midst of struggling to have similar free-time to see each other (again). Last night, Tilda and Jotham went to The Denim Store at Mandarin Gallery and picked out a pair of jeans for Elvin, the birthday boy. We celebrated at Cacio e Pepe (Now relocated at 3 Chu Lin Road, previously 4 Rochdale Road). I felt happy knowing how everybody is still together, how nothing really changed, and happy that we’re all genuinely happy inside. I don’t ever want this to go away.

Friday, July 29, 2011

The Silent-Sirs (Silencers)










It was a hell of a week. They say, Man always runs from God, Man runs away from everything. Guilty as charged - I have been running away from my fears since my last bad encounter with them. This time, it’s different. This camp, though short, forged new friendships, shared new bonds, and I realized how it was our inner-self and beliefs that controls our emotions, our visible and invisible worlds. And the first step was to consider the cost of missed opportunities. If I were to write a list of “What-ifs”, I wouldn’t be writing this as it is and I cannot be anymore grateful and glad that I’ve decided to come, for He who always have a better plan for us. 


Every night when the sun sets, it is always a feeling of refreshing tranquility and an absence of tension and worry. The longer hours of the day had passed, regardless of productivity or lessons in life, the night will always have the walls creep unto you, to protect you while you sleep, hoping that you will always wake up to a better tomorrow. You don’t need a pint of beer, you just need to believe in yourself.


And to take some time off to realize how blessed we are, here in grief for the victims of Norway tragedy.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Mojitos and Magazines



"A man buried his wife. At the graveside he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face. 


'I loved her,' he whispered.
The Reb nodded.
'I mean… I really loved her.'
The man broke down.
'And… I almost told her once.'
The Reb looked at me sadly.


'Nothing haunts like the things we don't say.'” - Have a little Faith.


I have… Reached a point in life where my friends would be leaving, and the memories that we’ve once shared together was magical. There was once I said, “If I were to thank God, 3 of you will be one of the few things that I’d thank Him for." I was overwhelmed with my words I started writing the things I am actually thankful for, taking baby steps to the contentment in life


I spent a part of my Sunday being a part of Jy’s passion - Watched him at work for a little while… The remaining I tried designing a site that spun out of my expectations. It was such a messy process. My camp’s confirmation details finally arrived in my mail yesterday but I was less than delightful to check it out. 

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Homemade Pizzas






Making such fine and tasty pizzas must have been Jy’s best kept secret in these years. He surprised us with these freshly home-baked pizzas from the oven, each and every single one his genuine creation. I took every slice in awe, and it feels like I’ve tasted second-best. Sometimes in life, as we try and we fail miserably (Just like cooking, like baking), we try again to fine-tune and perfect its imperfections. He did. For many times he tried, the pizzas that he made didn’t work out this well. 


Philly Cheese Beef Steak with Ruffles Pizza (2nd Image) tasted the best and nothing tops its flavor. I was kicking the tiles when I knew I had to go for the 2nd thin-crusted serving. These impressive dishes that he whipped up over the past few months based on his Italian speciality downscaled my expenses on average pastas - even if it means having to give up beer at Timbre and their recommended duck pizza. These pizzas (per serving) serves approximately 3 ravenously hungry people, and the final taste dangles until the very last second. 


It would be unfair not to write about Jy and the list of comfort food that he could come up with. Last night while I was in the shower, the scent of home-cooked fried rice permeated through the cracks of the door. It tasted more than deserving, and I remembered how we woke up every morning to, “Only the one who loves you, care.” I do. My term’s starting, and we haven’t had a lot of time to everything since we got back. But we will swing right back on track - On food, leisure and life.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

The part and parcel





Another gym-less week had come and gone and the people whom I’ve met within this week were more than amazing. I also figured how perpetually beautiful weddings are, which means spending the entire lifetime knowing and loving another person. 


"The meaning of love is not to be confused with some sentimental outpouring. Love is something much more than emotional bosh…An overflowing love which seeks nothing in return,[agape] is the love of God operating in the human heart…Love is the most durable power in the world. This creative force, so beautifully exemplified in the life of our Christ, is the most potent instrument available in mankind’s quest for peace and security…The great military leaders of the past have gone, and their empires have crumbled and burned to ashes. But the empire of Jesus, built solidly and majestically on the foundation of love, is still growing." - The Strength to Love, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.


It didn’t stop me from believing in Love, a cliche misconception that many often marvel about. It didn’t stop me from loving, and remembering the moments of being loved. It was, no matter how hurt we were in the process of loving, that your partner will always be there to tide you through the storm, and an unforgettably beautiful love. 

Friday, July 15, 2011

Best girls


My favorite girls ever - The girls of comfort, of setbacks and success, with the best coach in the world.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Never back on

I was mentally challenged in a span of 5 days. I relocated my readings and skipped from book to book, scraped a sample paper off the net and tried to comprehend the highest level of attainment. I am lashing out without the slightest clue, why. I juggled with all types of work, allocated time for gym, consumed healthy food and struggled with thoughts and their ubiquitous presence. 


I’ve also been too inspired lately that any story with regards to “Faith”, “Life Challenges" or even "Hope" that proves this divine existence in the beauty of life - Some might convince otherwise. We were good and had our stage, but sometimes it’s a little too late to look back and realize it was the good that drew us apart. I’ll be meeting my ex-teammates and coach for a dinner later, and now’s probably a great time.


Anyway, there is something I thought it’d be nice to share… 


I am the Pope


"According to one old story, the English mathematician and philosopher A N Whitehead was once challenged to demonstrate that one can prove anything using contradictory premises. ‘Starting from the premise that four equals three, prove that you are the Pope,’ he was asked.


‘Easy!’ Whitehead replied. ‘Four equals three; subtract two from each side; then two equals one. It is commonly known that the Pope and I are two people. Therefore the Pope and I are one.’”

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

A leave of absence

Love, in this forsaken place, could come in countless forms. 3 years had passed, and our imperfections that were carved out together had endowed me with a surge of confidence for my future. His dreams have been fueling his passion, and the goals that seek are what that make opportunities come by. He had always been my prized possession, and always will be. The decision is almost final, and 2 years will soon be over (again). Last night Jy asked if I’d miss him when he’s gone - This is our world where problems thunder in like freight trains, and my answer to him was, indefinitely yes. My only solace was knowing that these 2 years will be a stable foundation to a slowly meted out future.


Cause life doesn’t just stop here.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Happy Canada Day


Happy Canada Day! It’s been a week since I got back and I’ve been staying around, haven’t been out with that many friends. Last morning, I woke up in a bright red dress on my way to a friend’s solemnization of marriage. The whole event was perpetually beautiful, and both the bride and groom looked stunning on their happy day. I didn’t bring my camera though, and I thought it was on my want-list since forever that I could be a pro bono second shooter, I didn’t know why I didn’t. I fought myself over it before I left.


2 days ago, I stayed in bed the whole day and caught Source Code, The Adjustment Bureau (That I didn’t manage to complete on the plane), From Prada to Nada and Fired Up (This was because of Nicholas D’Agosto from Prada to Nada) like a fangirl. Stalkish, I know. Ever since I learnt how to operate the washing machine and the dryer, I’ve been putting clothes in the washer and sun-drying them every day, even vacuuming little bits on the floor that makes me uneasy. I like to be clean, but it takes a lot of effort to overlook the factor of being lazy.