Quick editing because I can now edit and render videos in just an hour! Thanks new laptop.
Also, thanks Joanna for that awesome steak last Sunday!
I seem to have a new favourite word. My colleague keeps teasing me because whenever she asks my opinion on things, I tell her, I feel a bit lukewarm about it. I’ve upgraded my vocabulary from saying so-so, or meh, or just shrugging my shoulders, to actually coming up with a word that I feel so strongly about whenever I utter it: lukewarm.
There’s a feeling of novelty to it, like a millennial discovering a new blend of avocado to put on her toast. Kidding. But it’s encompassing a great deal of emotions that I can’t quite seem to expound on, because let’s be honest, no one needs to hear a dissertation of my sentiments. Also I’m not sure I have a lot of them.
We all share the same house, gone on trips to Vietnam and Malacca, wash our clothes in the coin-operated laundry together. It’s kind of disorienting, but I’ve started to adjust to it a bit.
Malacca photos maybe this weekend. Nothing much is up, but it’s only Thursday, so we’ll see.
photo by George Putong
Dear whoever’s awake (or anyone who would read this at a sane time),
It’s raining as I am typing this. It’s 1 am in Singapore and heavily raining. Currently, I am wondering how I can run Sunday morning when I have had a few drinks of whiskey and I am now finishing a glass of sake. Today I just bought a relatively expensive pair of sneakers for my niece, wondering if I am sending the proper message because just maybe, everyone at home would find out I play favorites. Also today I got some bank stuff that kind of cemented my whole it’s-no-longer-transient-you’re-staying-in-Singapore reality, and to be honest, I like that idea more than having to go back home again in 3 or so years.
There were a few things that changed after moving to Singapore: how I viewed and valued my work, how efficiency ruled my world, and moving at a faster pace is a given. What I didn’t anticipate is how I started to treat vacations – something I’m still conflicted if it’s because Singapore happened to me or because I’m simply getting older. When I was younger, vacations needed to be memorable and sleepless like a sprint to cross off as many items from a list as you can–after all, I’m paying for something expensive that I’m likely not going to see again so might as well do EVERYTHING. Ate this? Check. Seen that? Check.
Which is good, because now in my 30s and with meager energy, I’m flying to places just to eat. Or so I thought.
Folks, welcome to my trip to Vietnam.