commemorating the get-my-blog-groove-back movement with an impulse post typed in the post box (i usually type in notepad, up in my room or somewhere quiet, on my laptop) !
a last-minute unconsciously-drain-kathy-meeting popped up at around 5:20 this afternoon and that found me staring out the glass wall of the PBCom Tower lobby at around 7:30pm. red luminated smudges on the rained-on cement. people rushing in cars. store signs piercing darkness. people rushing on foot. i missed seeing the night bustle of a city.
i slightly regret succumbing to my cough/cold and not being able to stay out all night with izz my last night in singapore. it was supposed to be a photo spree. conversation overflow. breakfast. zoom back to condo, shower, and then to airport.
although... the conversation by the pool was priceless. don't forget the pizza and fresh orange juice (which i sadly can't afford here, too expensive for a pack of juice eurgh).
today marks exactly six weeks left.
i am not sure if i should count down or generally keep track. i felt the same way october 2005. hello again, brown cardboard boxes and stretch tape and sticky tape. i am going to make it a point to design at least one box of my things this time. i haven't touched my spray paint cans in ages...
paula was brilliant last night and gave me a link to The Awesome Then-Unknown Song (click that) at the hillsong united concert last may. there is something so powerful about this. how he reads isaiah 53 with his voice breaking.
a last-minute unconsciously-drain-kathy-meeting popped up at around 5:20 this afternoon and that found me staring out the glass wall of the PBCom Tower lobby at around 7:30pm. red luminated smudges on the rained-on cement. people rushing in cars. store signs piercing darkness. people rushing on foot. i missed seeing the night bustle of a city.
i slightly regret succumbing to my cough/cold and not being able to stay out all night with izz my last night in singapore. it was supposed to be a photo spree. conversation overflow. breakfast. zoom back to condo, shower, and then to airport.
although... the conversation by the pool was priceless. don't forget the pizza and fresh orange juice (which i sadly can't afford here, too expensive for a pack of juice eurgh).
today marks exactly six weeks left.
i am not sure if i should count down or generally keep track. i felt the same way october 2005. hello again, brown cardboard boxes and stretch tape and sticky tape. i am going to make it a point to design at least one box of my things this time. i haven't touched my spray paint cans in ages...
paula was brilliant last night and gave me a link to The Awesome Then-Unknown Song (click that) at the hillsong united concert last may. there is something so powerful about this. how he reads isaiah 53 with his voice breaking.
:) i can see my name there haha. :D
ReplyDeletePau! hi sis! :> wheres my boyfie? how are mom and dad! miss me? miss me? =))
ReplyDeletehaha! :)) ofcourse i do. :P
ReplyDeletei love you cara. - juni :P
isiah 53.
ReplyDeleteand how by some divine appointment, just a few weeks before that we try to write our own version of isaiah 53 in starbucks during one of the tuesday nights to a random beat in my garage band...which yeah...eventually led to my recording a song in san jacinto park. i'll miss you adi.
ReplyDelete:D you're cool eh.
ReplyDeletereminiscing is my favorite kind of bittersweet.
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