i escaped the city.
cheers to wondrous glorious days in the sun. ambitious kayaking pursuits. heart in mouth sensations - i swear, humans are not made for falling. to cravings and reading each others minds. impromptu days and nights. word games. card games. ball games. prickly heat powder. digital cameras that do not work and old school plastic ones that do. to music exploration. swimming swimming and more swimming. to turquoise waters and fine sand. fluidity of movement by that seemingly mysterious dreadlocked fire performer. sexy hip bones. hyper active beagle and that lovable stray mutt. past-present-future conversations. soft spots and past crushes. caffeine induced late nights. knowing each others quirky habits and preferences. last minute changes to departure; an extra stolen night.
i miss having the boys around already.
10 days with the boys makes me realise how much i am missing by working away from home.
i made the decision of working overseas because i thought i was not ready to go back home;
not ready to face the rest of my life in the place i grew up in.
i wanted to 'see the world', to 'gain experience', to 'challenge my limits'.
wanted to cross out some lines from my bucket list.
i'm not regretting my decision of venturing out but i'm just more acutely aware of the trade offs i've made.
and that awareness will probably form the basis of conflict of future decisions.
never far from my thoughts xx
wishing you well
jiLL divulged at 10:08 PM 0 Comments
C.K: i thought 25 was old, old enough to be taken seriously
C.K: mind you people would guess that i was 30 in those days
J.C: why is it that ability to work is correlated to age, there's is absolutely no basis to that honestly
C.K: how sad to have been proud of that
J.C: you can be 35 and still be useless
C.K: true, but most 20 year olds just don't know jack
J.C: oh i know jack very well, we grew up together
J.C: :D
that tickled me soooooooooooo much.
HA
scattered thoughts.
looking forward to
the island getaway with the boys,
getting brown in the sun.
escaping from the city
alfred and harrold meeting.
beijing with the family,
hk with the girls.
christmas and sending presents.
cold weather and wearing scarves.
PAD leaving the airports.
discovery of more lounge places.
the return of soy to sb.
more diverse conversations.
political discussions.
educational sundays.
home cooked dinners.
family reunion.
heart warming moments.
confrontational nights.
moving on together.
ditto, we're still alike like that eh.
and hey, i knew you'd be awesome :)
never a doubt about it.
Oh if I could spend my days,
Free from the prison of your gates,
Then I could die a happy man.
- Extract from "Shelter for my Soul"
jiLL divulged at 11:21 AM 0 Comments