conclusions/reaffirmations this weekend;
i thoroughly enjoy cheering crowds (sport, celebration etc); absolutely loathe shopping/commuting crowds - especially ungracious ones.
so does that not make me a city person?
i like pulsating energy and electricity in the air - but not the daily drone.
undecided.
overwhelming sense of national pride when i watched the preliminaries of the F1 last night.
so delighted when the commenter highlights the route using the local landmarks.
like the uproar that was created when the route was announced;
'F1 cars racing across the 100 year old bridge (the one beside the fullerton hotel)? well its this distinction that marks the Singapore route'
damn right it is.
aerial view of the track showcased our city and truly in all its beauty.
the brightly lit track hugging the marina bay area, towered by surrounding buildings and our freeway just hovering (seemingly precariously) over it.
cars on it looked ridiculously slow in comparison - occurred to me if its relative or they were really slowing down to catch a bit of the action on the track below :)
as put across to me from a close friend who texted last night from the track 'are you watching the F1? its wicked!!!!'
i'm sure it is.
to the aussies who rejected the night race concept in Melbourne - you miss out!
i put across to j yesterday that my life seems so unexciting compared to the dramas developing around me.
he quipped back that he could inject some drama - thanks buddy.
he finds it funny that my friends here are always calling me for advice - when i'm remarkably younger than them (5 and 7 years).
too sensible; too straight headed which brings me back to my previous post -
where's my reckless youth where i make stupid mistakes that i laugh about when i'm 40?
but believe me when i say i am contented with my drama-less existence; its possibly good enough for me.
until i cannot take the mundane aspect of it; i'll pack my bags, take off and explore the world and take all it can offer me.
i pray i have the guts to do that when it strikes me.
as mum says 'compared to your brother, you have a lot higher tendency to liu1 (mandarin word for wander, to go around).'
yeh. admittedly i don't think i'm as homely as he is, but i do know where home is.
really i do, its always inside me.
jiLL divulged at 12:50 PM 0 Comments
"i'd like to think that i've understood a part of you at least."
and indeed, you have.
the need does stem from your ability to understand without a word.
my dear king, when are you home bound?
nothing terribly exciting of late;
though sudden arrival of mum and the olympic couple did bring about a familiar cheer.
work is going well, enjoying the challenge that comes with the schedule that changes by the hour.
its an oxymoron yes?
continually changing schedule.
hurhur
too long since anyone accurately guessed my age;
(last 5-8 guesses by 'strangers' have averaged 27. oh the horror!)
how did i suddenly (maybe not so suddenly) grow up/mature/age?
perhaps dating someone older when i was younger didn't help.
give me back my early twenties!!
where is the wild abandonment, frivolous hedonistic lifestyle and disregard for authority aspect of my youth?
houston, we have a problem.
things are back to normal; i apologise for my lapse in faith.
i don't enjoy drinking from an empty cup
jiLL divulged at 10:36 PM 0 Comments
to my dear king,
You know what i think? That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.
I think if I didn't have that fuel, if I didn't have them memory drawers inside me, I would've snapped a long time ago.
I would've curled up in a ditch somewhere and died. It's because I can pull the memories out of the drawers when I have to -
the important ones and the useless ones - that I can go on living this nightmare of a life. I might think I can't take it anymore,
that I can't go on any more, but one way or another I get past that.
- After Dark by Haruki Murakami
jiLL divulged at 10:01 AM 0 Comments