this moment, right here, takes me back 2 years ago in april. waiting for that moment when you know that, this too shall pass.
i have to remember that this is never about me.
last weekend was mildly annoying only because my nose was acting up — it eventually developed into a running tap today. one flu capsule and it’s goodbye world for now. 😴😷
i had to buy this fragile heart-shaped rice cracker on the 2nd day of my trip. a week of shifting between cities via buses and trains, always ensuring that the “haa-to” 「ハート」stays intact, and even having my sister or friend standing in to “take care of the haa-to”, this little thing finally made it into the mister’s stomach last weekend! (since he was in thailand after i returned from japan…)
うん、そうする。楽しむ 〜
there is a great frustration in the setting of the sun. you don’t want the day to end, you wish you had more time to play, or hadn’t wasted the last hours of the light spending in the shadows of your own thoughts.
but perhaps there is a blessing in the creeping of dusk. maybe night will embrace you with the strength you need to face another day.
another bright sunshine of chances.
thank you waterproof mascara. you are doing this broken heart a huge favour because these clouds cannot stop pouring tonight. it’s never easy to lose a friend. i can only hope for new faces to meet, new friends to love unconditionally and who will love me just the same.
happiness is a lot harder to keep than to seek. there is a paper boat in this vessel where your name sleeps. in between the shadows and a candle light.
it felt like this week went by like an unwanted seam produced from last week. it was a tiring week, it is a tiring week. this weekend, i do not have him with me. 9 days of my own adventures, even if it will be 9 days of just lazing on the bed counting down to the next 8 days.
she always seems to be looking up at something far ahead when in an argument. their eyes do not see the tears threatening hers. their minds cannot her the voice in hers, “please give me the strength to let go of this pain.”
i remember this shot. it was a quiet morning, before our flight back to singapore. i remember not keeping any eye contact because i feared i would be consumed by an inexplicable amount of bitter anger towards him. i remember feeling very useless that my suggestions were meaningless to him, and hopeless that no matter what, it felt like i will never carry any sizeable credibility.
of course, like many fights we had before, no matter how deep the cuts they left us, we became a stronger couple. i worry every time we fight over the small things. i just hope that in the end, everything will be alright.
talk about aggressive advertising - in the loos.
a random visit to the National Library’s exhibit, Campaign City, after work. excellent use of space. if only the patrons would browse through the exhibit more often.
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