nightcap

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope it’s the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don’t want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It’s life’s change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it’s quite true. Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

– Steve Jobs, Stanford Commencement Speech 2005

source: freerepublic.com

daft thoughts

i’ve had the first 3 seconds of daft punk’s “harder, better, stronger” (the un-kanye’d version) stuck in my head all day. i guess it’s my fault. in between, i’ve thought about my prospects for 2011…and i’m just like, let’s just keep daft punk on repeat shall we.

tribal tattoos

gym. a man with a compelling jaw line and a young goatee walked in. he was dressed in dark blue tank top that was cut perfectly to show off an array of tribal tattoos on his right scapula. i could only think of how much i dislike tribal tattoos as i ran.

realizations and 4 macarons

i’ve come to enjoy candour and sheer honesty, to talk about so-called taboo topics without flinching a facial muscle or fading off mid-sentence because the embarrassment is too much to bear. for instance, i do not think it is vulgar to talk about adult activities first thing in the morning. however, i do think it is quite vulgar to talk about work all the time.

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this morning on the bus, i saw a twentysomething man with a ziplock bag of 4 macarons on his lap: lavender, gold, cream and light green in colour. he got off the bus with a suitcase one stop before i did. i entertained myself with the thought that it might’ve been a gift for his girlfriend all the way from paris; for i was trying to quash the skeptic in me.

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the travelling cat

i think i’ve been living in cities for too long. i never thought i’d say that – ever. i feel the sudden need to travel, see the rest of the world, be anonymous, pack up and go. not that i haven’t travelled in the past year, because i have, and i’ve been super lucky to see all that i have. however, i’ve only seen cities and beaches and malls and stores. i haven’t even covered my part of the world yet: siem reap, phnom penh, laos, jakarta, amritsar, new delhi, bangalore, to name but a few. when i do, i will have no luxurious hotels, no poolside breakfasts, nothing. i’m going to leave with just my eastpak, dirty sneakers, cut off denim shorts, TV screen glasses, and a bottle of green tea a la the Travelling Cat. and definitely no bloody laptop.

old news

featuring the F/W 06 Balenciaga ankle boot

images from shiny plastic hag

these days, my motto is to tastefully buy things that i will still wear 10 years down the road.

tide pens, mashed potatoes and sophia petrillo

1. today, as we were sitting at a coffee bean sipping on blended coffee and unlawfully eating satay beneath the “no outside food” sign, my aunt dripped satay sauce down her blouse. i saw this as a happy chance to whip out my brand new tide pen i found in singapore and excitedly magicked the stain from her shirt. she wasn’t as impressed as i was. the stain was gone. #priorities

2. my mom made mashed potatoes among a host of other things for dinner. clearly, i only paid attention to the potatoes. i will never be one of those beautiful pin thin 40kg surgically-enhanced, snowy-skinned korean girls who star in my grandma’s favourite korean dramas, but that’s ok. what’s life without a few not-so-petite asians who don’t speak the language running around?

3. this year, it is my ultimate goal to dress like it’s 1985. more specifically, sophia petrillo circa 1985. mostly because i am tired of following trends and because grandma chic never goes out of style. year in year out, grandma chic still remains the same. i’m going to dress however i please whenever i please. to those fashion forward fashionistas who cry NO MORE STUDS in 2011, i say FORGET* YOU because i still love studded denim shorts and studded belts and studded hair bands.

p.s. if you see this bamboo purse anywhere on the internet, please for the love of all things good and dear on this earth, tell me. on a larger scale, i need to sharpen my diminishing wit and refocus on where the hell i’m going. i should figure this out over a bowl of potatoes. What Would Sophia Petrillo Do?

*fuck

may you have a blessed 2011

to my family, to my friends and to you, whoever you may be, for reading my drivel.

stay golden!