staying in

I hope to sleep in these next few days and get better. This fever is unpredictable and I am miserable wondering if I'm recovering at all. On a separate note, I have all these fun projects in my head for the horror movie marathon this weekend. Let's see how that goes.

Kicking the addiction. Evidently it is not the easiest pursuit. Many times, inflicting harm on oneself is as seductive as it is stupid. Why is it so hard for me to love me?

the other two who stole my heart

My nieces. So adorable, I can just melt.

My cousin Mimi is a mother of two very beautiful little girls. This is Sarah, the elder of them. So tiny and so indescribably adorable.

Emelda, my whopper jr. What's left to say about this one?

one that stole my heart

J. Crew's creative director Jenna Lyon's home was featured in Domino and oh god, it gave me goosebumps. Literally! Jenna lives with her Artist husband in this 1890 Brooklyn brownstone. It's so genius how she retained the vintage elegance of her home while pushing it excitingly eclectic with her selection of all these gorgeous contemporary pieces.

This is stunning and beyond. I will have to excuse myself now because i'd like to go daydreaming about this house for myself. Till later!

a little under the weather

I'm not feeling too well again, sweethearts. Is it me? Could it be the weather?

Whichever, I just hope to wake up to a cup of hot barley and a generous bowl of Quaker oatmeal, which is my favourite. Note to self: not too generous a bowl please.

Hope you're well wherever you are, my dears. See you on the morrow.

post-halloween

Working on a post-halloween movie marathon at home with lots of candies. I'm still in the 'trick or treat' spirit.

Happy Saturday!

Happy Halloween!

Have you made your jack o'lantern yet? Who or what are you dressing up as?

By the so very talented Gemma Comas.

everything will be okay

This piece of work popped before me and made my eyes jolt. Caught me off guard but made me smile for awhile. I pretend this to be a divine message. It told me something no one did these few days. That everything will be okay..

By Jessica Williams via Bees Knees.

I am back at the office. Surprise, surprise. But no, i am not back for work because i've had it but will be sitting in till Friday to help out temporarily. Yea, i am that good. No way.

Again, it's a very difficult time for me and i am not coping well. This time, it's a nightmare. In conjunction with Halloween perhaps? Maybe life's cruelly witty like that.

Yesterday was Shafiq's happy day at the screening. Of all the wonderful films we watched, his received overwhelming response. My guess is how it is controversial since it is almost taboo in our pretentiously conservative society to address such an issue not subtly enough to allow it to appear less confrontational and a little more accepting.

That's the point, we can't accept the realities we'd rather leave unknown. Which in fact, trails back to the film. Somehow.

Recovering.

i'll be here,

'Body and soul, I am born Malay'
Date: Tuesday, 28th October 2008 (3rd Night)
Time: 8.30pm
Venue: Sinema Old School
Admission: Free

I will be here today, candies. If you'd like to watch Shafiq's film as i've mentioned in this post, come on down. More on the event and films screening tonight here.

Though i'm not feeling particularly chatty, i hope to see you there. That remains.

Have a pretty Tuesday, dear readers.

the weak and pathetic

In an attempt to seek 'justice' one must at least engage in some small form of activity that suggest 'i am a detective'. Dust some finger prints, tail a person, you know stuff like that. But by assuming too much about a person and a person's life from a peep hole, it doesn't make you Batman.

Dear world, you want the truth but you can't handle the truth. It is safe behind these walls fighting a war of it's own. Your help is not needed. Besides, it will bore you to death. I can do this alone, just as i did all my life. Stay out.

let it rest

Everyone, just to make it official, i am not pursuing the matter and i don't think you should either. I'm over it already. Let's pretend it never happened, clear the air and go on blogging happy thoughts? I hate it when things get ugly so this will stop here. Hate tags are not necessary, please do not prolong the matter for me and let's just swing back into the adventures of growing up. Intervention will only complicate everything.

In that respect, here's how we do it. Drop everything, give time and space for everyone involved to heal, we move on, get all nice and crisp and we're good to go. Everyone is happy, everyone blogs in peace just as it was before. Done.

Okay i'm going back to my breakfast. See you at the flea, beautiful people!