Bump in the road

so much for posting a photo a day.

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Roll it

washed out

I finally got around scanning my long-awaited developed film. Sadly only 9 photos could be salvaged. The rest were over-exposed. I was quite disappointed 'cos I thought we took some really fun ones in Malacca and none from our trip there were developed. Ugh. I guess I need more time to master this lomo camera business. Here are some of my favorites.

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make me better

Before I go on: Sorry for having this post look like you accidentally clicked on my Tumblr, but I couldn't help myself. I'm weak.

Okay, now that that's out of the way, I just had to talk about this girl Krissy, she's awesome. I'm sure if we met, we'd get along pretty well, awkward silences in tow. She posts weekly music mixes (I think) and they're a joy to listen to. Refreshing. Also, she has a tumblr, and that's where I found all these awesome pictures/photos. Some are just a reminder to myself to keep creating stuff and others are just pretty.

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Okay, this one was too good to leave out of the bunch.

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Lovelong

My friends and family keep asking me, "How was your trip/holiday?" All I say is "Good! Great! Very nice!" But really, these few days (and also some days when I was in Hong Kong) I catch myself wanting to go back to Phuket. I keep picturing my friends and I on our rented bikes, on the road, trying hard to blend in with the locals (even in the way we ride), on the way to the beach. All I would want to do more of is be at the beach. Just sit there. I don't care, I'd just rent one damn umbrella. That's probably where all my money would go to if ever I went back to Phuket. I can't explain it though. My Phuket experience was fairly normal. I didn't think the island-hopping and the outdoorsy-adventure-elephant trekking tours were good but somehow I miss it. I guess it's the beach and the streets. I felt like I had everything I'd want there. Grocery shops in abundance, a shopping mall for when I feel rich, a beach. A whole damn beach. Walking distance. Walking. Distance. Everywhere is walking distance. I think that's what I loved about being there. No need to drive, if it's raining, take a tuk-tuk. Life is so simple. I wouldn't mind settling down there.
I'm such a dreamer I disgust myself. God, I need to get back to reality before someone shoots me down and then I bleed and die.

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Sun(ny)day

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Back in the day

It's Sunday and it just screams "Do Something Fun Now!" to me. Anyway, I was going through old photos and came across these two. Many (and I do mean a whole lotta many) years ago, for the weekend, my godfather (sounds so gangsta, affectionately called 'Godpa'), among other outdoorsy activities, brought me and my cousins to Genting Highlands  and we used to go for horse rides and lessons. (Whoa that's a lot of commas, sorry). It was so awesome and crazy. He's crazy. In all seriousness. Okay I'm exaggerating. I guess different people show their love in different ways.

Yes that is my younger self, concentrating on not falling off and doing it right. I forgot the name of that horse. She was so majestic. Star or Mist or Snow. Dammit. She was the best horse and I was so happy I got to ride it. (Photo credits go to my Godpa) 

 Amazing shot by Godpa. It astounds me that people took really good photographs before digital cameras were around. Amazing.

Happy Sunday. 

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Plane Ride

I love Singapore. I don't know if I can live there, but every time I take a trip down south, I decide for myself that I should settle down there. Stuff like this little skatepark just outside an MRT station across a shopping mall makes me feel like I'm in New York (though I've never been there). There are, however, too many malls but I'm sure there are nice quiet, secret, awesome places waiting to be discovered.

Okay my Singapore trip was crazy. It's my first time travelling by plane to a place for a few hours and then sleeping in the airport waiting for our early morning flight. But it was awesome. My feet hated me for it but it was worth it. I was just dead by the end of the day. I felt so dirty and was aching for a bath like a smoker aches for a cigarette in a no-smoking zone. But somehow I managed to survive not washing my hair. Just told myself to suck it and assured myself no one cared if my hair wasn't washed. Lucky for me I packed my facial wash. It felt so good washing my face and I will never take it for granted again.

That brings me to the subject of public toilets. I'm so lucky we went to Singapore for the concert and not any other place nearby because the toilets were so clean and there was enough space for me to imagine that I was at home in my bathroom brushing my teeth. It was awesome. I didn't even bother about people coming and going while I brushed my teeth (quite messily) with satisfaction.

And I think the trip would not have been as awesome if not for my two travel buds Adeline and Jonny. They kept me entertained (sometimes I just dozed off in my brain) and I helped avoid multiple time-outs (according to Adeline).

Lykke Li's concert was AMAZING! It's my first concert where I'm sitting down and far away from the stage. But it turned out damn well. The lightings and the stage setup played a good part of it. I learnt that Singaporean youth can also get a little unruly and unbecoming. Nice. A super fan actually got up on stage and freaked Lykke out abit. 

Good show. Also, I didn't know the lyrics to any of her songs, but mind you I know most of her songs. It's just that I can't make out what she's saying. So I usually make up the words. Probably not the best idea to do it at the concert, though.

Jonny took a nap during the opening song, Jerome. The opening song, really, Jon?!

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Post-"grad"

Hot chocolate and JUICE magazine, in a Borders Starbucks. Almost too good to be true. It was a good day because I got to meet my awesome friends after looking so solitary. Such a good day. We watched Winter's Bone. It was so good. Now I understand the hype about Jennifer Lawrence.

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modern times

Vintage stuff lying on the stairs of a noodles stall/shophouse, Malacca.

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Addict

No, I don't think anyone can stop at just one.

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if not now, never.

Belated birthday treasure from my boy. I was ecstatic! He actually conspired with a guy he knows whose band was opening for Incubus in Kuala Lumpur to help him get a signed copy of their latest album. Too sweet. Almost too thoughtful. Damn. And it definitely makes missing the concert a little easier to deal with.

Song of the day: The Youth - MGMT

Oh, Happy birthday to the lovely Nicole. Much love and hugs from Malaysia, girl. Can't wait for a reunion.

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daymares and nightdreams

Home, Seremban.

I love waking up late on cloudy Sunday mornings.

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getaway

{Portuguese Settlement, Melaka}

I took this photo with my humble Sony Cybershot T-99.

nice little ditty to accompany this photo: listen now.

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