Ghost of my imagination

sometimes, your face just appears before me. recently you're always laughing.

that same sheepish laughter when we spent our long mrt/bus rides home. that twinkle in your eye. I don't remember our conversations anymore, but I remember always being comforted by them, knowing someone has a similar thought process. I am grateful for that short one and half years.

sometimes my heart aches, but mostly i'm filled with bittersweet warmth. as I add another year I think of how you're still 14, but I like to think of how you've grown with me.


and some things don't change, even if everything else does.

Mourn what could have been

It's so upsetting, for life with so much potential, to be robbed off so easily.

I've followed her since she was so young, and she's not much older now. But she's gone.

#RIPChristinaGrimmie you've gone home.

uber me home please

Today after lunch it was pretty much all downhill for me at work. Frustrated till a point I think my supervisor could tell. I did blow up slightly at myself in front of her.

Then on the way home I realise I left my wallet in office. Decided to uber my way home cause there wasn't even a need for credit card. But after driving around the entire Novena area, still could not get to Novena Square, I canceled on the driver.

But the second driver i managed to get. This charming retired malay uncle. Firstly, he literally lives in the block next to me, plus point and put us both in a very good mood. I did not need to teach him how to get to my house and he could go home after dropping me off. We had a good chat on the way back. I hate chatty cabbies case they are usually angry about something and will literally rant their entire way. But so far both my uber experience, the drivers are super fun to chat with. They aren't angry and tell cute stories about their lives, about how uber has helped them. Just really chill, and I can totally relax just listening to them.


So my day ended on a happy note. :)