reset

Monday, April 21


It's no lie that I've been posting less than usual in the past three months. Oh of course by less I mean one post a month less, kind-of-thing. Strangely enough, I don't feel a pinch of guilt. But then again... this is what documentation has always been for me. As much as I love documenting my life (boy it's been good to look back at this blog for those good, hearty moments), I've never really felt this obligation to document. I document, when I feel like it, and all the other times, I just simply experience.

And it's a good thing too, because who knows what this blog would be like if I felt obligated to document. It may not even be around, because we all know me and obligations don't always work hand in hand. I love stuff to be free flowing, free-spirited and this is what this space has been for me.

Can you believe we're a quarter into the year already? I know, unbelievable! I can't say that I've come out of this quarter a better person, or that I have come out of it unchanged. Despite all these changes, I feel like I'm still the same person I was before. I think some of you can relate. But one with a greater resolve... to love, to learn, to live. And that's why, believe me when I say, I wouldn't change these last couple of months for a dime.

That as it may be, I'm going to approach 2014 from this year on end with a reset. Start afresh, both in mind and soul, and look at the world from a set of eyes I haven't seen through before. Not in that short-lived euphoric 'yay it's a new year! new beginnings! new me!' kind of way (although there is nothing wrong with that), but just fresh in general. I feel a sense of renewal coming, so today, I press reset and hope for the best.

nineteen

Saturday, March 29


For some time now, my birthday was just another day to me. I'd tell people cheerfully, "hey, to me it's just the same set of numbers I always fill on forms." and they'd look me like, 'dude, what?!' short of saying, 'were you hugged as a child?' Haha, but hey, it's true, and I don't look at it like it's a depressing thing, but to me, it just ain't a big deal.

This year, though, something was different in the air. I was surprised, touched by people both close and far, dear and distant from me: a friend who I hadn't caught up with in a long time, an old friend from high school and people who went out of their way to make my day special, as if to say hey, it isn't just another day.

As if that wasn't enough, tonight my cell group completely threw me off, surprising me with a lit birthday cake right smack in the middle of a gathering.

As the birthday song filled the room, I looked around at everyone circling around me--some faces I knew, some I just got to know, and many I didn't know--I was again reminded of how awesome it is to be surrounded by good people. It wasn't the cake, or even the birthday part, but just being around such good people... felt amazing, undeserving and out of this world. And right in that moment, my heart was filled to the brim, overcome with love and gratitude. Right there and then, I realised, it shouldn't be called birthday, but gratitude day. Of course, that should be everyday. But today, I am especially grateful.

on spontaneity

Sunday, February 9

{shots taken by my dear friend sonia, thanks bud}

Went out with the loveliest girls one day, purely for city adventuring aka walk around the city all day with no actual agenda in mind. As soon as we got into the city, it all changed. We spotted a random piano sitting right on the edge of the flinders train station on our way out, and of course like good friends would, these people who I believed were my friends two seconds ago were pushing me towards the piano and I won't say force, but you know how, ahem, convincing friends can be.

And let me just paint you a picture of what I was getting myself into: flinders is the main station of melbourne, center of the hustle bustle of the city, which means you can be sure I'd have eyes on me. But, you know, friends and their darn you'll-never-hear-the-end-of-this-if-you-don't-comply mantra. It won out, as usual. And thinking "hey, it's only once, what do I have to lose?" I played. And okay, it was pretty cool.

But as it turns out! that's not the only piano in the city. There were plenty scattered all over the city. It's part of this really cool art movement called "Play Me, I'm Yours" (check it here!), and has already reached nearly forty other cities in the world. So we went around looking for these pianos and before you knew it, I slid into the pianos like I was born to do it. It was just the coolest, and many times a day, we'd kick ourselves and think, "wow, this is actually real?!" Having kids singing on the either side of you as you play a childhood favourite do-re-mi, playing 'hey jude' simultaneously to the buskers playing it on the guitar a few metres away from you... oh, the beauty of music and people and the whole city vibes just sat so well with me.

It was the most spontaneous day, the kind that I wished I could relive again just because of how incredible it was, how light it felt and how full it made my heart.