i was shocked.
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ON REUTERS?????
this is unbelievable.
that aside, i got a new toy!
its red, its tiny and its so so fun.
(insert curious suss looks from the people i've told this)
getting all minds out of the gutter,
its a micro holga (read: part of the lomo family of plastic cameras, this one unlike its cumbersome and bulky cousin the OG holga, this little baby fits into my palm!)
it uses old school 110 film, just wondering if bnw film is available.
first roll in the midst of shooting - will share first bake when its done.
EXCITES.
ok reality check, more like VERY EXCITES.
hurhurhur.
i even know how to say 'can i take your picture?'in thai now..
khor thai rup noi ka?
jiLL divulged at 9:34 AM 0 Comments
the weekend home struck a chord.
i always knew where home truly is and after such a weekend,
the seductiveness of home is proving harding to surpress.
the weekend was not all fun and joy,
there were moments of silences, of uncertainty and worry.
yet, i fully embraced it.
sure, its easy to love home when its all food galore, reunions and parties
but when shit hits the fan - is it easy to love home then?
and my answer is yes.
its still too easy to slip into the arms of people you hold close to your heart,
even when you see and sense the uncertainty and fear in their voice, their demeanour;
actually - especially when you see them in that state.
you just want to hold them and rock them to a peaceful oblivion.
you begin to feel the inadequateness of your absence and
you question if the freedom of being away and staking your life in uncharted territories is comparable to being there for the people you love.
a resounding negativity rings.
i have been away from home for 3.5 years, when is it enough for me?
do i really want to be the global citizen (read: normad) i dream myself to be?
i cannot see myself in 1, 2, 5, 10 years time; i dare not.
because forecasting equivalates to expectations and when such self imposed expectations fail, i've learnt that they sting with a vengence.
someone wrote to me before that he would go to the corners of the world for the ones he love,
and at that time, i was younger and didn't quite understand the complexity of that statement.
but 5 years later, i think i'm just beginning to grasp that concept.
i suppose he was my age when he made that statement, so it must come with age.
lift me up when your spirits are high, let me climb into the ditch with you when you are low.
call me across the land and oceans and i'll be there with you.
jiLL divulged at 8:04 PM 0 Comments
my colleague and i always get a slight flutter of excitment when one of the american expats (mind you he's in his late 40s pushing early 50s) go past our tables every morning.
he is always dressed in a stylish suit with shirt-tie combinations that would look strange on others but he, well he just pulls off so remarkably well.
and his shoes?
always so god damn chic we're lucky he's not a woman.
though more than once, i wanted to steal them for you.
and before i forget, he looks like robert downey junior (think ironman) and devastatingly charming.
ah, just another day in the office.
more dreams again, disturbed sleeps - why.
not just a strong moment i think not, dear king.
merely a (resigned) acceptance.
looking forward to home;
to the other loves in my life.
mai chai, chan mai khun thai.
yeh, thai-ed out.
ad on the reuters,
"Hear the latest Viva Viagra Song."
few thoughts ran through my head,
1) there was an earlier version of the Viva Viagra Song gasp
2) the demographics reading reuters must surely be aging men - or not why advertise there?
3) what the hell am i doing there then?
4) how come you don't see ads for menupausal medication, breast pumps or kitchen aids on reuters?
5) i'm thinking too much
Love me like a river does
Cross the sea
Love me like a river does
Endlessly
Love me like a river does
Baby don’t rush you’re no waterfall
Love me that is all
Love me like a roaring sea
Swirls about
Love me like a roaring sea
Wash me out
Love me like a roaring sea
Baby don’t rush you’re no waterfall
Love me that is all
Love me like the earth itself
Spins around
Love me like the earth itself
Sky above below the ground
Love me like the earth itself
Baby don’t rush you’re no waterfall
Love me that is all
- Love me like a river does by Melody Gardot
jiLL divulged at 3:16 PM 0 Comments
the knowledge of 4 'incidences' in the span of 2 days relating to sickness and death.
please not let it be a sign of things worse to come.
next time we meet, we are dancing to reggaeton.
jiLL divulged at 11:17 PM 0 Comments
dear king,
i made the tragic mistake of grabbing onto the nearest easiest lifeline;
and its bitten me back hard.
love, chubby
jiLL divulged at 12:45 AM 0 Comments
who says practise makes perfect?
it always hard to say goodbye;
and with each goodbye, it only hits you harder.
and the waiting begins again...
another j in my life said;
"in life there are no shortcuts to good things".
and how true bro, how true.
here's to us waiting!
with this though,
i've come to realise that there is one foolproof way of dealing with goodbyes;
that is channeling that loss towards your love for others in your life.
thank you girls xxx
that 'forlorn and cripping feeling' is weaning.
and yes missy, 9 days :)
jiLL divulged at 9:24 PM 0 Comments
on being a workaholic;
[9:49:27 AM] Serene Lim says: as much as I spew blood everyday..
[9:49:35 AM] Serene Lim says: i enjoy spewing blood
i present my sadistic blood spewing workaholic girlfriend who is shackled to her laptop.
she makes chain smoking and rocking to my chemical romance very enticing.
my most frequent bangkok visitor, love.
on one of the coolest hotels i've seen in a while;
go to propeller island
on being a world-class klutz;
one of the first true day j was being a solo tourist in bangkok,
he embarked on his journey using the lifeline of bangkok, using the river boats (wow)
went to 3 temples (really good effort, 2 on the opposite side of the river too!),
the grand palace and some obscure neighbourhood - a result from taking the wrong ferry.
all great for exploring and when i asked if he took any good shots,
sheepishly said 'that's a funny story actually...'
turns out, he charged the camera battery yesterday all ready for the documentation of today's adventures
but failed to bring the charged battery with him today leaving him with a camera rendered useless.
you are so special that way.
yes yes, these places will remain in your heart honey xx
on one of my besties attaining her license first time trying,
WELL DONE SWEETS!
maybe now you can drive me around. hehehe
on being slack on snail mail;
my deepest apologies for i have been slack,
but a couple cards of love are on their way.
on getting tan lines and nasty insect bites on our 'romantic' island getaway;
it was not the best first 2 days with j struck down with the first meal,
but easy drug regulations and experienced pharmacist ensured a speedy recovery
and we were on our way with scooter adventures to sleepy fishing villages and deserted rocky beaches,
cross waves and infinity pools, fireflies and intriguing pod on the beach, lazy cruising and easy walking.
i will never end my love affair with the beach, i may neglect its presence for a while like a silent partner sulking
but when i turn and seek refuge - my affection for it is always renewed and i leave rejuvenated.
and always wanting my wooden hut/house on a private beach with a long jetty made from driftwood bleached white by the sun.
jiLL divulged at 1:14 AM 0 Comments