I can't promise you, everything

A fragment of time, captured in moments.
Days fleet like flight, Nights carved with stars.
They always say its morning sunrise in your eyes,
Never do they mention the almost sleepless nights you mind spends awaken.
Weaving through collections, you devise affinity.
One after another, like an unceasing chronic dream.
Just as you spent under the sheets, eyes wide facing the illuminating dark, breaths still, seconds tick by.
You ask yourself, why me?

I may not have the reasons why.
But I believe these reasons find you.
Maybe you're special.
Or maybe its life's way of preaching.
Possibly the gospel of entity.

They say time discovers truth.
I guess I might say, patience is virtue.


D

The tide pulls from the moon

Sometimes its not about being right or being safe.
Its about running off the edge of a cliff, diving head first into the unknown waters, letting the elements embrace you as you plunge like a comet crashing down on to earth. Unsteadily, without warning. Its about wearing your heart on your sleeve, letting yourself be vunerable. Standing in the rain, running with all your might into the arms of your fears, opening up to the people you barely know. Sometimes its about standing outside the box, looking in.

Its not about living dangerously on the edge.
Its about exploring the bewildering being living, breathing inside you.

D.

Strangers

I guess strangers really are friends we have yet to meet.

Its gonna be a long, long ride

I've been sitting in front of my laptop for the past 6 hours trying to compile information and resources for my essay. I've done enough slacking around for the weekend, stuffing myself uncontrollably.

I constantly feel like i'm walking on thin ice. Not with any one in particular but basically with everything. I get so annoyed thinking about why people hold good jobs when they're qualities are clearly questionable. Why is it I always have to be the one who pushes for answers? The one who tries to be multilingual.

We may be the same colour but you behave like you're from a different race, nation, place. I'm always here somehow in vulnerable positions. It saddens and frustrates me that no one regards moral values anymore, how life is all about doing every itty bitty scrap of shit you want disregarding anyone that passes you by. I watch you from afar but you can't see me. The truth is, I say I see right through you but in fact you're opaque. Not because you're a terrible person but because you're so troubled by what's circling around in your head all day, everyday. Or maybe all this time I've been making you out to be the wrong individual cause that's how troubled I really am.

My mind and eyes are drained.
I need sleep, work can wait. So can everything else.
I'm just feeling overworked.
Yawn.

Thank you.

Goodnight,
D.

Heart full of wine

After what feels like an incredibly long school week, I already feel so buried under assignments as i'm actually trying to compile my resources of academic journals for my first essay. My day hasn't been the most productive but I'm well on my way to completion. With the weekends here, I'm ready to let loose a little and give both work and I a break instead of having it constantly on my mind ruining all the fun.

Here are pictures from yesterday's dinner. I would reccomend this place if you've been looking for a little cosy restaurant with food where you can touch and taste a hinge of elegance. Perhaps to take your girlfriend/boyfriend somewhere a little more pricey for a special date or an anniversary. With classic steak, complementary glass of wine, a neverending serving of fries, foie gras for starters and meringue with homemade hazelnut ice cream deliciously soaked with thick chocolate sauce, I would say it hits the tastebuds just right.
























(L'entrecote)

Well I'm off to 1 altitude to enjoy the breeze and again experience the Singapore view. Have a good weekend my readers.

With love,
D.

Dress up in every colour, leave your cotton socks & the cameras on

School has begun, I've been so caught up with work everything seems generally familiar to me. I think among all the units I'm taking this semester, PR Law has to be the one where I will have the most reading up to do. There are terms I'm not entirely rooting sure of so more research, here I come. 

Other than school slowing creeping control of my life, my nights are doomed by classes but the up side is, I have long weekends which I will sloth for all week just to get to laze on Fridays through to Sundays. I'm glad to say that drama hasn't yet decided to return and haunt me with its disencourgament which I try to thank for every day.

Just a little bit more

My weekend or rather week flew by rather quickly. I'm back to school tomorrow, stationary and necessities bought. I remember how getting ready for a new term always seemed to be monumental on all our calenders. With everything new and a sense of gratification knowing you have checked all you could check on that little list most of us keep in our heads. You name it, we have it.

All I did have to get was stationary actually. I've been on an avid quest searching high and low for a certain pencil box I want, I settled for something simpler and well, transparent for the meanwhile. My mom gave me a limited ed longchamp over the weekend, its gorgeous and I have about 5 now haha.

Troubles shall return tomorrow when I awake, having to get what should've been done a long time ago. I am thoroughly disappointed and pissed at Curtin Singapore for I don't know what reasons they have, but they always leave loopholes in between their system and never seem to follow up on what they do. They require some kind of brutual push to get the job done and frankly, I feel like i'm that force. I have classes tomorrow and I haven't yet enrolled for them because the system doesn't allow me to, considering how I've already made payment for the entire semester.

I really am starting to think 2011 isn't my year, or maybe i'm too exclusive a sheep or was it goat?



And my pretty rings I oh so love.
xx
D

Visual Diary: Tuesday the 1st.

Afternoon sipping a peach up, looking through coffee tarrots, talking about all there is to, returning close to heritage having chicken rice and to elsewhere foreign but home to many as the night and people start to pour in. The colours, lights is quite a sight to be seen. Got my nails done sometime throughout the day. Till now, I can't tell whether its grey or brown. Had my very first chapati today and I must say, it kinda grows on you.

I'm gonna read myself to sleep.

Sleep tight everyone.
D.