Because you are a pleasant surprise every time.

I need to remember that you are actually different from what I imagined you to be.

:D

MAKE IT A GOOD ONE.

Lyrics.

Human beings in a mob
What’s a mob to a king? What’s a king to a God?
What’s a God to a non-believer who don’t believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the wild

We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission
And deception is the only felony 

It is June.

HELLO, SUNSHINE.

“Yes I do

in my head

sometimes

when i just woke up

and can’t tell if i am in this body

or if i am another perfectly hot and beautiful model born in Paris, making millions just by smiling at cameras, have ten summer houses and fifteen winter lodges, and speaks five languages, picking up ladies from those lining up in front of the doorsteps.”

… He smoked a little bit more, and said,

“But most of the time, I’d see my face in the mirror and slowly realize that no I don’t speak French.”

And just go.

Going.

All over the world.

I am.

And love it.

I can and I will and I’d love to.

And I’ll update you.

It’s like bubbling up into a ocean and drop

by the beats of rain that goes on and on and suddenly

stop by the bus and release your hands from the handlebar and follow

the momentum of Einstein’s theory of relativity-ty,ty,ty,ty,

YOU suddenly realized that

Everything is relative

from pain to happiness to love to how much you love and even to your hair’s color

is it turning white or is it losing its luscious black?

And you, are you really here alone, or are you in a crowd of people

or does that matter at all?

She asked him at that intersection, walking across the street in brisk, light steps. Running almost.

“What?”

“I’d say: I don’t give a fuck.”

He laughed. She laughed even louder.

She was too good

for them.

Today was the first day of filming. Five intense hours exhausted me almost completely. I felt my legs shaking as I walked down to the MRT station. A part of me evaporated after walking out of the office.

Heavy bags of filming equipment. Light. Stands. Camera. Microphone. Monitor. Extension chords. Batteries. Walk fast but without sound. Smile. Drink coffee. Set up again. Clean up. Remove the mic. Ask the interviewee to sign the contract. Drink coffee. Don’t burn yourself. Check if the screen is focused. I WANT TO COUGH OMFG. Traffic noise. NG. Ambulance. NG. Rain noise. Set up mic again. STOP MOVING.

Work after hours. I worked so hard today that I felt nauseous in the end. It was so fun, so intense and I learned so much. Now I just want to sleep, but no I’m translating seven articles before I go to sleep.

Life is so good and so busy and so tiring and so fulfilling that it’s a bitch but I love it. Life is the kind of bitch that is your best friend. Kind of like that. Love-hate relationship.