The beginning of Adulthood (?)

Slightly overpriced but overall delicious lunch at Arbite, Serangoon Gardens. Lots of lovely people birthday boy has been friends with for years, and I'm getting to know them better. Strips of paper with fun facts about the birthday boy (yep, the church bulletin). Carrot cake x Chinese and "Ang Moh" version x 2 birthday songs. Nervous boys climbing onto the reverse bungee. Actually strapping themselves on it and launching off. Laughing our heads off at the video afterwards.

That's how Jotham turned 21.

Sweet little things

I think relationships make people insane. Because I am. I don't know why I torture myself like this. Weren't we made to be free?

R U Mine?

All I caught of the supposedly bright and round "supermoon" over the weekend (adjust your screen to look at it better). Jotham and I spent a good 5 minutes looking at it from the Helix Bridge before proceeding to take touristy pictures around the area. Had Morton's to advance celebrate his 21st with his parents and he had a massive steak which I'm still amazed that he finished. Major detoxing this week. Friday's his actual birthday but he's not booking out. Life of a soldier.

P.S Title is from Artic Monkey's not-so-new song, R U Mine? Again, I'm about 2 months late. I'm just not good at keeping track. Listen to it here.

I believe in a world of good

I spent my weekend with Jotham as usual. Rolling in bed, having long talks, laughing at each other, ok no, just laughing at anything really. Highlight was Sunday night driving out for prata at Alazar after much deliberation about healthy vs unhealthy food and of course, once we reached there it's no turning back. Butter chicken masala, naan and even prata bomb which we (actually mostly just myself) polished up. And after a hearty meal, we went back to the car and found a summon ticket of $30 for not putting parking coupons. Ohwell... We also managed to catch a midnight movie The Vow at Nex on Saturday and had a lengthy talk about how we started our relationship. It's quite an amazing story actually but I'll save it for next time. Maybe for our kids or something.

Thank God it's public holiday Labour Day tomorrow and I'm watching The Avengers! So I'm going to sleep now and when I wake, it'll be May.

We were born to die

Men's Fashion Week Day 1. As much as I like fashion, I'm not sure how many of such events I can attend before I get really annoyed at the sheer pretentiousness of it (that's why I'm super thankful for Clifford who is actually a true friend than a meet-at-events-oh-hiiii-hugs friend, if that even makes sense) and start yelling at everyone. Better enjoy it while I still can tolerate it. In all honestly though, it wasn't that bad this time, I was mostly hiding backstage interviewing designers haha.

My heart is a hut for love

Listening to Florence + the Machine, looking at old pictures, missing you. I am not good at waiting but for you I will, a thousand times over.

Forget minimalist, pile it all in

Credits: Lifecycling

I know it's a bit too early to dream of my future home, but I do. I dream and sort of build it in my head all the time. I've always wanted a minimal white based home with grey accents and pops of colours here and there. Obviously I've been very Western influenced (like big family homes instead of tiny apartments) when it comes to interior design, never mind the fact that this is Singapore where the sun is crazy and my future (mostly white) house will probably have fungus growing on the walls in about a month or so. But I just came across this amazing Japanese website. Of course, I don't understand a single thing on it but you don't need to read Japanese to appreciate the ultra-cool Japanese style homes featured. The pictures above are from the same house which I really, really love. Now I'm starting to think that my ideal minimal home is ridiculous because it'll be no different from a showroom when a home should be lived in and look lived in with lots of character. Regardless of the clutter. I'm loving the woody furniture and how everything doesn't look expensive or too showy at all. It's the perfect kind of home.