Just A Minute In November

have always wanted to try my hands on art deco style but didn’t really have the time to properly figure out how to do it until now… love it even though it’s very simple. anyway, this month I’ve been

developing | this finger-tapping-on-my-steering-wheel-to-the-beat-of-the-music thing. post road trip syndrome I guess…

learning | to strike a balance between work and hobby - which means saying goodnight to work when it’s time to and to have things to do purely just for pleasure, no need for goals, no need for deadlines, etc.

loving | bossa novas after listening to this and this (good Indon song!). you know, back about five years ago all cafes ever played was bossa novas and they all started to sound the same to me. thankfully now they’ve moved on to this lo-fi thing so I’m in love with bossa novas again.

watching | La Casa de Papel a.k.a. Money Heist. best. series. I’ve. watched. thus. far. a plot that’s meticulously planned as the heist itself.

reading | One Day by David Nicholls.

my parents were out of town for more than a week and truth be told, by day three that they’re gone the house was starting to feel like a mansion to me… thankfully they’re back now! <3 met up with old friends from university and secondary school. and, finally, I’m settled down for something long-term after two months being home. :D

PHOTO DIARY: Asian Party

that night and many nights after.

Asian party 2018 | A Beautiful Distraction by Ruo Ling Lu

the thing is, other than catching the bus in the morning and on our days off, I don’t think we actually see much of the village in the sunlight.

not trying to be racist or anything, but really, all of us who were there that night were Asians - fact. always stick to the fact, kids. that one night when most of us didn’t need to work the next day - thanks to the Washington trip - the Thais, the twenty-one of them organized a cookout and we were unexpectedly invited over. now, I don’t remember much from that night, except a lot of awfully mixed alcoholic drinks and comparing which one was better, trying to learn each other’s languages - only the good words, not the profanity… I swear (haha #punintended) and childhood games that all of us know, despite the fact that we grew up in different countries.

after that, there were many nights spent at the corridors outside of either #136 or #118, shitting about our work and talking about whatever happened in the park that day - like a supervisor walking to Target buying burger buns because the park ran out of them (really? the way park is run… =.=). funnily, what exactly they’re mostly about, I can’t tell now.

and then there was a night in the kitchen teaching Polish and Czech Republic friends how to use the chopsticks. there was another night where we cooked for Khai’s birthday, and by the time “dinner” was ready, her birthday had already passed. and there was this night that finally it’s the Malaysians turn to cook for the Thais. so we ate bak kut teh at the basketball court. there’s also this one night, we carried a six-pack and walked all the way back from 7-Eleven, joking that it was nothing after pushing carts and carrying turkey legs for months.

and then there was the night shortly before Nok left. the idea was to hangout and listen to our favourite music, but she came to me with Kris’s leftover bed sheet that wasn’t returned and we lay on the wet grass (no, nope, the sheets ain’t helping) talking about life instead of living and talking about catching Arctic Monkey’s concert together in the future. we bought each other drinks and we laughed because… we bought the same thing for each other. XD we listened to Alexandra Savior’s song and watched the night sky and made our wishes when we caught a “falling star” flashing by. it was so chilly that at one point, I went back to my room to change into my sweatpants. when we could no longer keep our eyes open, even though we barely finished our drinks, we said goodnight and went back to our rooms to sleep. I could never stand the cold and I hated that I had grass and dew on my pants but after all it was well worth it.

even then, I always find it somehow amusing, that on this dot somewhere on the map, I once did all these.

Just A Minute In October

gonna be upfront and say this is a copy. somehow these block gradients kept creeping into my mind earlier this month but if look it up on Pinterest and you can see many pretty block gradients there. only that I wanted one with colours that I like so I redo myself. :P also… I bought myself a gradient puzzle. <3

anyway, just wanted to share a quick update before I dive into writing long posts in the upcoming few months. so what happened is that I got sick after a nap on my flight home (talk about good timing) and on top of the jet lag, all the catch-ups were pushed forward… and now I’m swamped.

dreaming | of a pair of ankle boots. just wishful thinking. what the hell am I gonna do with them in this tropical heat?

listening | to Dancing by Mellow Fellow (the more I listen to it, the sadder everything becomes) and Coldplay’s Shiver (hands down best Coldplay song).

feeling | a little bit blue. not the post-travel kinda blue. more like I’ve been observing time and they make me feel blue??? shit what am I talking.

thinking | about death. no, wait, calm down. I’m not suicidal. instead, I’m processing the fact that death is a part of life and the last part of life in this world and thinking about people embracing it during their last breaths.

catching | up with a few movies - Along With The Gods: The Last 49 Days, Searching (one-of-its-kind presentation method and several plot twists), Loving Vincent (I’ve never cried in a cinema for so much and so long before - all the way till the credits ended. his story is moving).

watching | Kim’s Convenience and people. also, I’ve been meeting old and new friends and watching how they go about everyday is pretty new to me. .___. you know they say you can either learn from books, experiences or people… I wasn’t that learn-from-people kinda people.

reading… Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk.

I’m back to my bed at home… and I’m back to insomnia. and I’m back to dreaming after four months of nothing.