tonight i feel like crying. when i clicked on this text box i intended for it to be a descriptive account of ocean days in my week, but instead the discordance between those ephemeral moments & the family trauma that just unfolded hit me like a bus and the wave of sadness in the area behind my eyes prompted words two to five.
tonight, we watched the waves at east coast park. accompanied by a big, bright moon. it was larger than usual
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because in a stroke of serendipity, the moon’s elliptical orbit means today it was closest to the earth (perigee vs. apogee) as the full moon arrived
each with a different story with me [footnote]. we talk about everything. i feel extremely at ease with them. four different individuals who somehow compromise and co-exist goodly.
nothing momentuous. we discussed flutes and vasectomies. popped in to lkf taproom to support 7-months-pregnant yumi. tiny madeleines. citrus & spiced. lunch at jag’s (jax) where loks shared tacos and faith shared fish n’ chips. five oars coffee roaster: had tiny cappuccino and faith’s kind sister asked for steamed milk w her long black so i could pour it into my 3-ounce cappuccino to dilute the caffeine. her mother bought sauteed mushrooms which we all shared. dinner at lagoon where loks said, ‘eat! we rarely get to eat together’
cabbed home, three of us. loks and faith got a hitch; i’d promised momma i’d return by 9pm. as my cab drew near i realised it made sense for glen and jx to tompang since the two were headed from ecp to jurong and town. wolfed down the stingray which arrived 9 minutes before our vehicles, ran across grass. reached home and passed glen the cup in which he had given us fish maw soup, an afternoon he visited his grandmother for cny & i went down in a red bamboo dress and hugged him.
tonight (wednesday): had such fun w the marine folks. posted a story aboot the blue plan. led to such a fun night. talked to inez, mj and sam sq. beers, deafness, how sign language helps in diving, marine conservation efforts in singapour. drank a lot and appreciated how sam sq seriously listened to my thoughts on how to write the blue plan in a more policymaking way. genuinely appreciated the night deeply, learnt from them loads, chilled
— before, had met baobao in office which lifted my mood : ) procurement course was even made better because i— genuinely make the most of things. prepped & printed the blue plan day before and was secretly reading it (made my heart sing, the content, the ability to contribute, the sediment, hydrology, geography parts)
though tough tuesday — notes, although beebo gave me two cookies which tided me over, gave the dark chocolate to nat
tonight (friday): went to thanelife in a long time. kevin and weiming in action. while i distracted a small girl who was hide-n-seeking with me. we didn’t speak a single word. communicated intent to play & actually played wordlessly. sk8!
Merry Christmas, my dear friends! May this season brings love, joy and peace into every hearts and homes and celebrate in the real spirit of Christmas.
rain is lambasting my window right now, this is fitting
one day i dreamt that i had a dog which gave birth, and my mom’s compromise was that we couldn’t keep the puppy but could keep the dog. when i woke up and had neither, i was filled with an illogical sadness
The Good Place’s take on morality is so important to me. It never suggests that being good is easy or straightforward - quite the opposite - but it says, over and over again, that we need to try because we’re all people and we all matter.
The Outbursts of Everett True was a comic strip that ran in papers from 1905 to 1927, wherein the aforementioned Everett True regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude. Men have not only been taking up too much room on public transport for about as long as public transport has existed, but the people around them have been irritated about it for at least a hundred years. The next time someone tries to claim that manspreading is a false phenomenon, please direct them to this strip so that Everett True can correct their misconceptions with an umbrella upside the head.
I have never before heard of Everett True, but if he “regularly beat the everliving shit out of rude people as a warning to anyone else who might consider being rude,” I have a strong spiritual connection with him.
I fucking love him
i can imagine this guy’s voice very clearly in my head but i couldn’t put a name to it
