Location: Pulau Rawa Island
Photographer: Andrew Jarrod Poon
Edited with: Lightroom (VFUN)
Published: FACEBOOK (AHAHAHA I’m so witty)
Photoshoot: I DONT KNOW WHAT WE WERE DOING AND HOW IT EVEN ENDED UP LIKE THIS AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Comments: I just look pissed and my nose is non existent as usual. Sigh, too bad I don’t have the ever-ready-to-pose Korean gene. And Tyra doesn’t teach you how to pose when you DONT HAVE A NOSE BRIDGE. Or a nose for that matter. FAIL WHALE.
Ok I should sleep. Another stress-FULL (pun intended) day awaits :(
I am happy because
1. I woke up to news of TEAM JUMBA (!!!!!!!!!!) SO STOKED FOR THE NEW AMAZING RACE SEASON RIGHT NOW :D :D :D
2. Went for a long-postponed tanning session before Cheryl flew off (for the 1230123th time). THIS TIME WE FINALLY HAD B O D Y F L O A T S (ala Legally Blonde). And because I couldn’t swim today WE ARE GOING BACK SO THAT I CAN FLOAT ON THE BODY FLOAT. (+ I’m gna get more cos I’m sending some to YJ anyway so we can just use them first whee~)
3. Found this photo that rekindled my old obsession with Lily&Rufus. This is how to age with style, people. I really love this photo.
4. Had really nice coffee at the RJ cafe while giving tuition. (COFFEE SPASM SPASM SPASM)
5. MODULES ARE FINALLY SETTLED. NOW LETS CHIONG FOR THE NEXT 3 WEEKS BEFORE MY WELL-DESERVED BREAK AT BKK.
6. CS mail things came!! Time for experimentation. WHEE.
7. Father Yap moments
(a) Father yap drove through a macdonalds somewhere in the middle of nowhere (called SOMETHING HUB I CANOT REMEMBER NOW) and suddenly it looked like WE WERE IN AMERIKA cos of the way shops/restaurants were lined up and how my dad messed up the drivethru order (trueblue old asian man style – “UH UH NONO CHANGE THE HAMBURGER TO NUGGETS!” “NONO WE WANT THE 9 NUGGETS” “OH CHANGE TO 6 PIECE NUGGETS!” – the woman at the speaker just stopped talking after awhile cos there were too many voices)
(b) BELTED OUT DANCE TO THIS SONG WITH GID IN THE CAR while sending him to camp. When it was time for Gid to exit and me to come and sit in front, my dad RANDOMLY BURST INTO THE CHORUS OF THE SONG. Except instead of ‘dance to this song’, he replaced it with his own words of ‘COME TO THE FRONT.’ HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.
8. Last but not least, YJ (finally) cut his hair.
This has to be the 01921023th time that we went through a cyclical conversation (a few months ago) of:
Me: Can you cut your hair pls its so long
YJ: I’M NOT GNA CUT IT I’M GNA GROW IT OUT
Me: WHAT DONT BE RIDICULOUS can you pls cut it
YJ: I’m gna grow it out cos I’m cool
Me: You are such a korean. You know you are going to cut it eventually
YJ: No I’m not. And you can’t do anything about it
Me (in my head): He’s so going to cut it eventually….
PFFFFT. Of course I was right. Haha kidding. AND DID I MENTION I LOVE HIS HAIR!!!!!!!!! <3 Fav haircut by far (esp after the disastrous chinese ahbeng haircut he got when he came to SG.)
We are strangers, washed up from the open sea onto the opposite ends of this island, trying to find our way into each others arms. We will wear the soles of our feet plodding ahead, stumbling over our own foolish mistakes and scraping the broken shells hidden in the sand. We will swallow our deep hunger and muster waning strength. We will sing with the songbird and dance with the violent wind, smile at the wonder of the sunrise and cry at the chaos of the ocean. We will write love on our arms and wear hope proudly on our chest. We will always be on the move, searching.
And who knows? Who is to say we will find each other at all? Maybe we will find another along the way, also searching; maybe we will perish in the search; maybe we will never find our way into each others arms.
But there is something beautiful in the search, in the knowing that it is possible to be that much closer to making yourself complete. There is some catharsis in grasping the chance of finding that stranger you’ve been waiting your entire life to meet. And there is some wonder in coming so close to being completely isolated, but never alone.