the expendability of happiness

September 19, 2012 § 1 Comment

val, boo & I. tokyo.

Conversation #01 in my head

Do you mellow as you age?

Is a mellow happiness less intense? Or is it taking the same quantity of happiness and stretching it out like sticky taffy for a long, long time? Sipping the liquified sunshine in your pocket vial to fortify you against the crocodile days. Is that a better move than slamming it back in a shotglass for a momentary high?

How about varying it?

Half in an mind-dizzying burst of ecstasy, half stirred slowly into a pot of earl grey to be tipped out, savoured over afternoons of cream biscuits and wildflowers in glass jars.

Or maybe it doesn’t matter the rate at which one spends happiness. Perhaps it’s who you spend it on.

Yourself. A friend. Family. A loved one. God. A book.

Does that make it too calculated? You’ll end up only wanting to give a slice away when you can get a cake back.

(Some days, I want to sit on these thoughts in my head and squash them.)

I’d say the only way is to constantly fill your tank of happy. If you always know there’s more coming your way, because you know exactly how to get it, you can use it any damn way you please.

And happiness freed holds back on nothing.

the case for the marriage of peanut butter & apple

August 22, 2012 § Leave a comment

Once upon a time,  Peanut Butter & Banana were my favourite couple and I thought they would be together forever. But Life has a funny way of capsizing one’s boat of should-bes and would-bes when she’s bored. So somewhere along the way, Banana shifted out of the plate he cohabited with PB, and one dewy morning, PB met the Apples.

In most versions of this fairytale, the Apples are decked out in tart green, but I think they suit golden-reds best. PB twirled and laughed with the first two brothers, but it was Braeburn Apple with his charming crunchiness she was secretly nutty for.

Their detractors cried out that it was an strange, strange match, but they held fast to each other. In time, as always, the nay-sayers faded away and PB & Braeburn Apple lived happily ever after on their blue plate, travelling about on their silver spoon.

xxxxx

On the same colour palette note, had my nails done at manicurious again. The perk about knowing the people there is that even if I spend a good full half an hour discussing a design and testing out a thousand colours, the manicurists still smile and don’t dump my iced chocolate over my head.

Then again, I think they smile at everyone, so perhaps it’s an imaginary perk. They are an accomodating lot. Loving this simple design Jenny suggested to me when I showed up in a nautical dress.

hiphip-sta(ma)tic

July 12, 2012 § 1 Comment

Old Capitol Theatre,
where my mother and her friends would sneaked away off to meet boys at after school hours.

Passionfruit-lemon tart .  The Plain @ Craig Road

Lie here…

… and watch the clouds go by.

Before the world domination of IG, hipstamatic ruled the iphonography world with its filters.

settings –
lens: bettie xl
film: kodot Xgrizzled / ina’s 1935

Never bend your head. Always hold it high.

January 4, 2012 § 4 Comments

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[sytycb #05] our community

August 12, 2011 § 1 Comment

My really quick entry to finish up the SYTYCB challenge (part of OurCommunity.sg) : Produce a short 1 min video on what “our community” means to you.


									

[sytycb 04] eye-cream, you scream; we all scream for eye-cream

August 11, 2011 § 1 Comment

Course #3: modern living eye spa // Jul ’11

Was tempted to put this title as “Eye-ee-ay-ee-aayy, I’m your little butterfly / Green, black and blue, make the colours in the sky”. However, I figured not everybody would appreciate my ah-lian DDR (that’s Dance, Dance Revolution for the lucky uninitiated who weren’t sucked into that black frenzied hole) past.  The photo above is not an allusion to my shady yesteryear memories – it’s because I don’t have / forgot to bring a face mirror and had to make do with the iPhone. True story: Last night a SmartPhone Saved My Life.

So it was a long Journey to the West that Sunday afternoon. My Eastie rear was good and sore by the time I hopped off at Boon Lay. Okay, I lie. I definitely was moving too slow to justify “hopped off”. After which I was tossed into a sea of moving bodies – also known as Jurong Point – and promptly got lost.  Had to wave the white flag and unfortunately utilize my helpline – known as Westie friends on speed dial who will laugh at you (loudly) when you proclaim you don’t know your coordinates.

Ah, Frontier CC, you are not easy to find.

(on a side note: Is that Century Gothic I spy with my eye for the sign?)

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[sytycb 03] walk this way

August 2, 2011 § Leave a comment

community walk // July 21st

You should have seen my mom’s gleeful face when I told her I was going to rise-and-shine at 7am, to head down for the community walk with her. She must have thought the aliens had abducted me and given her a better version in replacement. A version that was programmed to wake up before noon on Sundays.

A little bit of background on my mother:
She’s been helping out at Changkat CC & RC for as long as I can remember, and is a big supporter of Irene Ng. Yes, the mother has many many white articles of clothing in the closet.

So since half the family was going for the walk, my father ( a natural 7am rise-and-shiner ) decided to come along too. That’s them in the 5th photo. Aren’t they sweet?

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