Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting around for somebody to give you flowers"
Tuesday, June 19, 2012 || 7:31 AM
1. Met a little boy about 10, who brings around a sketchbook and a black art marker where-ever he goes.
"I always sit on the back of the bus and everybody will think I'm playing by my own but I'm always drawing into my little book because my brain is overflowing with different ideas."
A boy who doesn't draw stickmen, but sketches reflective of silhouettes. A boy who doesn't draw toes resembling jiggly jellybeans, but shoes which reminds me of Alexander Mcqueen.
"Who is Alexander Mcqueen?"
2. Chris, whom peck & I met in the rural areas in Chiangmai, planned Singapore as the last stop of his 3 week vacation. One single holiday of his triumphs most Singaporean's annual leave.
We, Singaporeans, are slaves to our jobs.
Slaving to a job you enjoy is alright, but slaving to a job you detest then slave, you really are.
Still find it funny when I recall him trotting to cooking lessons while peck & I went for Muay Thai training.
Chris's best friend is currently working in town, & even in England, the both of them speak everyday on the phone.
What more can I say? *salute to their amazing friendship*
I feel a teeny weeny embarrassed about my low maintenance of friendships, fueled by um, convenience.
Craving for waffles and salted caramel ice-cream. Craving for ice-cream with lots and lots of chunky gooey fillings.