Random, unfinished books on my bedside table + my new toy, a Fujifilm Instax 210. I did not know it was going to be so huuuuge.

THAT OLD SHOEBOX
needs new shoes.


I found my box of old film photos from a year ago or so. I took these with a plastic point and shoot Bell+Howell that uses standard 35mm film. This is a sort-of-story of how light travels from room to room, the one you just entered and the one you are no longer welcome in.

At Books Actually, Yong Siak Street, Singapore:

They had an impressive collection of old trinkets and quirky collectibles. I was lost in the shelves for hours and I had not begun looking at the book titles yet. And when I finally did, I got high. Their literary selection is remarkable. They had all the books I wanted to read, and some books I’ve never heard of but wanted to devour. They’re very supportive of local poetry and I wish I had brought home some of the chapbooks and anthologies. But I opted to get classic Penguin covers of books I already owned just because.

Regret: Not buying the massive The Little Prince pop-up book. It was gorgeous.

*SCAPE TO THE CITY:
Singapore, Part Two


Those four days will be divided into parts exceeding four— I want to extend the experience, update in fractions, and maybe it’ll seem like we stayed there for much longer. Singapore makes me feel so many things, my sentiments shared by friends who imparted opinions in the comments section of my previous post. But for now, I want to linger in this humble and humbling fact: I’m in love with a new place and the boy who took me there. (ALL THE PHOTOS HERE.)

D. and I went to the beach again the week after this trip. An island up north this time. We ran away from it all: work, electricity, the web, the cruelty of city life. We considered never coming back. But then we have a flight to Singapore to catch in a few hours: our first out-of-the-country-travel-date-escapade-adventure. We were supposed to watch the Foo Fighters but the show got cancelled (heartbreak, I know). He told me he’d take me to places that will make up for the concert and I believe him. I believe in this boy so much. When he tells me he loves me, my bones agree.

AND THE WORLD SPINS MADLY ON
Just like that song (but better)


February 17-18: two cars, eight friends, sixty-six photos (out of the two-hundred-plus taken), one harried entry. There are a lot of things to be said about this trip but two words will suffice, or make that three: I’m very happy. (All photos here.)
And before I get to finish posting about my Laiya trip last week, on the road I go again. I feel the pangs of separation anxiety kicking in. Dear web wired world, I shall be leaving you for three full days. Hopefully, somewhere during the trip, the thrill of being incommunicado takes over and I will forget about fretting, and the dreariness of life shall be no more. (You can see my new rib tattoo here. I am reminded that I have not posted about that either. Will make up for my delays. Will linger not in lapses. Will do, will do well.) High-res

And before I get to finish posting about my Laiya trip last week, on the road I go again. I feel the pangs of separation anxiety kicking in. Dear web wired world, I shall be leaving you for three full days. Hopefully, somewhere during the trip, the thrill of being incommunicado takes over and I will forget about fretting, and the dreariness of life shall be no more.

(You can see my new rib tattoo here. I am reminded that I have not posted about that either. Will make up for my delays. Will linger not in lapses. Will do, will do well.)

SOMETIMES WE DON’T NEED WORDS


At first it was something casual, cute even, the way we sent each other pictures over the phone when we saw something to mean this reminded me of you. Instead of emoticons, we’d send actual sad faces, your pout always more exaggerated than mine. We have a library of these pixelated phrases: from can’t wait to see you to now home.

It’s been a year of those relays, days of delight from data being transferred to where you are from where I am, and vice versa. It amazes me how we said so much without uttering a word.
The happiest thing just happened.I’ve been urging D. to write again, and tonight, he showed this to me. He moved the bed by the window and turned his room into a studio. Yes, he will be writing, and I will be waking up to music. ♥ High-res

The happiest thing just happened.
I’ve been urging D. to write again, and tonight, he showed this to me. He moved the bed by the window and turned his room into a studio. Yes, he will be writing, and I will be waking up to music. ♥