im sitting on a bench at the jetty, sitting against the wind's direction. i look out to the lgihts in the distance, lights that come from the ships in all sizes. the rod doesnt feel heavy in my hand, i think im not gripping it too hard anymore. you learn to not do that, around the time when you learn that the sometimes, the point of fishing isnt ( Read more... )

its times like these when i really feel like getting a BB. I say BB, but what i mean is a device of some kind that'll let me type things fast, post them up faster, so i dont keep losing memories, burying them under the pile of real life that eventually accumulates. i realise that i can write them down, like how people used to do them, but as some ( Read more... )

Its quiet in Pulau Ubin, a quiet that i suspect only exists on places that are away from the cities and lights and all those people. I remember how Pulau Aur felt like this too. It felt like we had chanced upon a secret getaway, a hushed up corner that nobody knew about; we really were the only ones there. I felt so carefree it was intoxicating, ( Read more... )

each time i see someone eating all by themselves i feel really sad for them. except for when they want to be alone, you can always tell when they want to eat alone. no its the ones who don't, those who are so jarringly lonely, you can tell how blank their eyes look. they'll pretend to look at something far away, but really they're not even seeing. ( Read more... )

lately ive been distracting myself with planning trips. no, not distracting. occupying myself. i think. planning the month-long euro trip and the short diving getaway makes me feel quite happy. theres just so much anticipation and quiet excitement when it comes to researching about what to see, where to go. i know there's a chance that the trips ( Read more... )

Im not sure if you'd call it feeling raya but im feeling something that i havent felt in a while, something thats been missing from the past few years. The anticipation was almost tactile, maybe it was all the time we spent in station. When the azan sounded and everyone went berserk, my mind wasnt wrapped around memories of my parents who I had ( Read more... )

the wind's really strong now. not the slightly frightening howling kind of strong, but more of a force to be reckoned with kind of strong. the strength that reminds you how big things can get; just how vast everything is. its pretty humbling, i think. as we went past the signs on the expressways (at questionable speeds), i realised how small we all ( Read more... )

And run
From them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction

hi lj friends.

new york or europe?

right now, im thumbing thru 'the perks of being a wallflower' by stephen chbosky. i cannot remember who told me about this book, but i remember forgetting about it and only recently finding out about its existence. i am so thankful sitt had a copy, because ive been buying so many books on impulse and then not ever finishing them. so i decided that ( Read more... )