all begins with L

There’s only so much of an anger that one can consume and especially limited so for the ones you love.
I cannot lose a soulmate like that. I will miss you my friend.

“I don’t want time to erase
My memories of your face
That’s why I keep on fighting
That’s why I keep providing
Goosebumps in my song writing ”
‘Fighting Away the Tears’- Mocky feat Feist

I’m walking out in one new piece now. I will miss you my friends.

Singapore. QR 639. T1. Row 13. 700-1025. 8hr 25min. Doha
QR 480. 1230-1600. 4hr 30min. Istanbul

It took me by surprise when she professed her blessings for me to make my own decision on the return date.

“… opportunity takes precedence over ceremonial affairs.”

This is the woman who brought me into the world, and then raised me up to explore it.
This is the woman whose mantra I live by: “…to be the best, do something that you like.”

I could not have asked for more.

The heart is racing, positively so. One word: transcending.

… leaving the past and embracing the future, and how I am living neither.

Be it 3 weeks, 3 months or a year along, the amount of luggage I NEED does not vary very much. But am still rather perturbed by the amount of belongings I’d have to leave behind (in case I really decide not to come back). A friend said, pack light, bring along things I could discard.

But Zara’s are non-disposable.

So I am having two separate luggages, the check-into-penthouse-suites on wheeled kind and the backpacking bag kind - to redeem the self. Because I am fickle like that and I don’t do the whole pack light in a zip lock thing very well.

If only we’re still talking, you’d be proud to note that I bought my own adapters, chargers and a couple more battery-operated survival kits to tag along.

Oh well.

Things missing still:

portable iron
socks (when was the last you wear socks?!)
the damn guide book (do i really have to)
currency in lira

By the way, I got a swanky flashy brown leather casing to protect my mod-look clicking gadget. Was hyperventilating on the former more than the latter purchase.

… blardy L word for perfecting superficiality.

Ways of navigating the route to up.

Anna Nalick-WOTD to celebrate default decisiveness, Amy Winehouse-REHAB brings the attitude in check, then we have Shivaree-IWGQ to wallow in pity, One Republic reminds oneself of the state of affairs, then MockyfeatFeist-FATT draws cynicism, snapping up a half smile for the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Toast to whatever helps.

“I woke up in the middle of the night
Dreaming I had you by my side
You saw my hair look like a bird’s nest
I swear I’ll make you forget all the rest “

It makes me happy.

arh fuct, now i need an ipod.

God I love the original version, way more. Stunning choreography. Stunning.

‘That’s the beauty of hitting rock bottom. Pain of changing is lesser than the pain of staying.’

it’s for me now. it’s all for me now. gdbye.

how about having a Macbook Wind-Water-Earth-Fire

and call it the Captain Planet Series.

I should sleep. Now.

“Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It’s time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You’ve made it now”

– Glen Hansard

This song is loaded with a lot that has happened recently. But instead of ripping the chords off each time it plays, there lies a chorus which brings not hope but a moment to heal. To those who are kept on the toes each time my phone sends an unintended message or it missed a call or two (of which most time I was in a shower), thanks for the unconditional concerns. The road to recovery, physically and otherwise, has been consciously laid out..

… and i’ll leave behind a heavy heart, not with, not to.

in mids of bouncing back from an ultimate low, i stumbled upon the bestfriend’s ex who made her life a living hell ten years ago.
he is a changed man (i hope) and he is leaving for london too in may. perhaps we’ll meet up and feed the trafalgar birds and look forward to life.

everybody deserves a second chance. i live by that.

“i sensed… tension.. but also love la
it’s fucking weird and heartwrenching
but ah.
tt’s.. love and rships, no”

— The Observer

I’m not one to rave about every funkywanky gadget that rolls out from their oven, but this one is worth every drip of that frothy saliva of yours. I have not seen beauty and stealth seamlessly integrated since the days of the 12inch powerbook, until now.

Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting Macbook Air.

Ooooooooooo. Damn.

Maybe, just maybe I’ll receive an envelope like that from a fairygodlover someday.

My former neighbor is a ship captain and he is hooking me up with a cargo agent in Istanbul. My dream of being onboard a cargo ship sailing from one country to another is a little bit less surreal now!!!

Now I’m having wet dreams.. (not with the seamen).

France new first-lady-to-be (or a temporary fixed to Sarkozy’s recent divorce) is hawt. Daughter to an Italian classical composer, top model turn musician, loves literature-poetry-art, (sings english) and she speaks three languages. What is there not to like. It has been a while since politics hogs the limelight with non-nuclear issues.

“A has-been or a junkie would have been much easier for people to accept,” Nguyen said. “It’s not a matter of whether ex-model is a career path for a first lady. It’s that nobody can stand a person who has it all.” –IHT

Hell ya she has it all.