The Great Gatsby

this beautiful song is haunting me at the moment. in my head it kept repeating that scene where Gatsby was throwing all the clothes from above to the beautiful (so incredibly beautiful ah ma gash!) Daisy..such beautiful scene.

love the 1920s. love the dashing colours. love the music (hell yeah). love the charming Leornado and Carey Mulligan (cannot get enough of her!)..but felt like the movie doesn't have the wow factor. amos wasn't particularly fond of it so unfortunately next run of movie will be on me. not cool.

This job that i'm trying to do.

photo by amos

Today was a terrible day at work. one of those where i break down and speak no more. it's taking too much of my energy to construct a sentence that will not hurt. because everything negative i was feeling, i was feeling it at 100 times stronger. dislike became beyond hatred, trust became trash. 

however so, i am somehow blessed with beautiful people around me at desperate times like this. i will always be thankful to J for giving me a precious chance to work with Lu. all my pains and tears will magically go away as i talk it out to her. i came home with a heart so filled with love, picked up my guitar and learn that beautiful song by dry the river (lion's den), weep my tears. and told myself to be better. 

maybe i'm just still terrible at letting things go. maybe i'm just really really stubborn too when it comes to right and wrong. i needed so much more energy to focus on professionalism. gah this is too tiring.

if someday, looking back, if this was all worth a try. or a cry.

someday, we'll be great?

GE13

My dear government, what have you done to my dear beautiful country?

In paper, we live in democracy but in reality; we as law abiding citizens speak no voice and see no justice. my heart aches so much i want this day to be remembered forever. we slept in tears yesterday night mourning about how injustice this election was and it consumes all of our positive vibe, if there was any left.

but i thank you, corrupted government. for bringing the people together, for stupidly showing us how low you will go just to crash us all. in days to come, in unity, we will win and we will teach you how you should spell democracy the right way one day.

the one thing that you can't scrub off after all that you have done, is the little flame of hope that is burning desperately inside all of us.



New Ceremony by Dry The River.

of subtle love

photo by shanna

flowers are definitely one of my weak spots. i can't resist them. i'm not a girly girl but there is something about receiving them from your loved ones that just do enough to your sore eyes and tired heart. seriously. 

after hours of reasoning and begging, i finally have my lilies from amos again! and for the sweetest reason! that he somehow remembers! (when i didn't!)

beautiful moment like this makes me feel so blessed of what i have. 

p/s: i love my new lens. i'm still learning but i still wanna shout i love it. 

One of those days

turned out today was not exactly the best day at work given that i was looking forward to it as i've had quite an event-less weekend. i've had so much doubts lately, especially over the past week when things at work just got a little out of hands, giving me hard times to convince myself of how these difficult phase will somehow pay off in times to come.

i often find myself drowning into negativity pond about just how badly things have become. how further away i have been from [          ]. i don't even know what it is. most the times i am certain of what i don't want, where i don't want to be. but we can't really make any move forward if we don't know whereabouts that we're heading can we?

i don't freaking hate what i'm doing. although i might have excessively murmured it out sometimes or really seriously mean it sometimes. but as reminded by W, yes this is what i asked for. this is our goal. we stick to it we do all we could we will get through it. we always get through things. that's what we do and that's what we are good in. it's all in the mind.

someday, we'll be great.

by amos

 London Bridge '10

Thursday Night

by shawn

gyeongbok gung, seoul '12

i love Thursday night. it's the kind of night where we (i like to think we agree on this) can afford all the time we have to be awake a little longer than all the other nights. yeah. sink in with a song or two from the weepies. my night is perfect.

Serious Sunday Night

by shanna

Whisk, One Utama.

whisk is a beautiful little coffee shop that serves tasty coffee and beautiful cakes. but tonight three of us sat in there and talked about stuffs that are so very serious. i kept sipping my hot chocolate.

Eric was sharing his plan and all that effort he has put in. suddenly i felt like i'm such a little person sitting next to him. while he makes progresses, in contrary, i'm still holding on a dream. i don't know which stage we are at now but it's definitely not my favourite. it's harsh. it's demanding. and every thought of how it may decide what our future will be like, is rather very very stressing. 

i'm still grateful. for i have a group of friends who are always so very willing to share and help. in times of doubt, they never fail to show me kindness. 

i have an inbox message from a distant facebook contact. a very helpful British guy we met during our trip to Banstead Lavender Farm. 'was just looking at the pictures you took in the lavender filed, damn fine pictures i must say'....lights up all the little hopes in my heart. 

thank you, really.