Wednesday, July 31, 2013

D Day

Dena rarely cries when she was small. I can only remember two things that put tears in her eyes. Malin Kundang & Alice In Wonderland. The part when Malin Kundang refuses to acknowledge his elderly mother and the scene in which Alice got lost and cries alone in the middle of a strange forest. No tears today. Till we meet again kiddo!

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Last Day

"I want to doesn't always mean I'm going to." A life lesson from a nineteen years old. 

Monday, July 29, 2013

Two More Days

Stuck in a horrible traffic for more than two hours with Dena. She kept me insane. "Let's make an alphabet of colors!" Azure, Blue, Chrome yellow, Dreadful yellow, Enthusiastic yellow. She drove me insane. "Go left here. Why are you so to the left of the lane. Stay in your lane. Are you crazy? You're so close to that car!" Getting driving advice from a nineteen years old. Driving me crazy! Literally.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Three More Days

Out of the blue Dena asked, "Why do people dress up just to go to a mall? It's not like some stranger is going to ask you for a date or something. That will not happen here in Indonesia. No one is going anywhere alone here unless he or she is shopping. Everyone here is always in a group. Have some stranger ever approach you and strike up a conversation? A guy will be too embarrassed to approach a girl in a group. A girl will be too embarrassed to be seen in public alone." A dating overview from a nineteen year old.


Saturday, July 27, 2013

Four More Days

Cooking to some soulful sixties music with Dena. Her songs. Not mine. Quietly watching her taking charge in my kitchen. She let me peeled some shrimps and cut some shallots and garlic. After only almost a year away from home she definitely have more experience in cooking than me. I'm going to miss this. She is going back to Vancouver in a few days. Tears in my eyes. I swear it was from cutting all those shallots. 


Thursday, July 25, 2013

Safety First

A guy in a plane actually read an info-graphic of a safety card before take off. When was the last time I actually take time to really observe a safety procedure of an airplane? It's an ignorant way of wishing that nothing will happen to me so I don't need to know these things. A new habit to pick up: read the safety card, pay attention to the safety procedure of a plane. It's always good to know where the nearest exit. Knock knock on wood. 


Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Haunted

I wish Christine would choose the Phantom over Raoul. One love. One lifetime. Pain and anguish can make him do terrible things but he just wants to be loved. Gaston Leroux is a French journalist and a mystery novel writer who is overshadowed by various film and stage adaptation of his book, Le Fantôme de l'Opéra. Did you know the book was very poorly sold in his life time? Truly phantomed.


Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Queue

Intermission at Master Card Theater after first act of Phantom Of The Opera. Extremely long line at the women's toilet. No line at all at the men's toilet. Five wild assumptions. Women have more bladder control problem than men. More women love to watch  musical operas than men. Women take longer time in the bathroom than men. Women drink more than men. Women look at themselves in the mirror longer than men do.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Dog Happy

Waiting with a crowd to cross an intersection at Orchard road, Singapore. Feeling rather blah. A guy squirmed his way to the front, turned around  and held up high a sign that says "Smile!" So I did. Then he turned the sign over and it says "...you have a free date!" Oops! So I did. Best date ever. LOL. The thing people do to be blessing for others for no other reason than just because they can. No hidden agenda. No expectations. Love it! When was the last time I make a total stranger smile?

A Card & A Date :-)

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Genuine

What is it about children's drawing that attracts me so much? Most of them draw from their heart with no pretentious reasons other than I-love-to-draw-just-because. I wish I could draw like them. Why do you do what you do? 

Doodle by Sekolah Cita Buana students