ahhh, lullaby
watch how she turns from a regular karaoke singer to an unseasoned broadway actress to a raging woman who’s having her period then slowly back to herself. o she got a little possessed in between that last transition. spot her evil glares , if you dare.
*gasps* so beautiful ! and talented, BUT SO BEAUTIFUL !
little girl : tonight tonight there’s a party on the roof on top of the erm.. um there’s a party on top of the um .. on top of the house?
i’ve found a new life in branding but i don’t know if i should take this leap of faith.
"Write every day, line by line, page by page, hour by hour. Do this despite fear. For above all else, beyond imagination and skill, what the world asks of you is courage, courage to risk rejection, ridicule and failure. As you follow the quest for stories told with meaning and beauty, study thoughtfully but write boldly. Then, like the hero of the fable, your dance will dazzle the world."
Robert Mckee
Food Trail in Bali : Fourth & Final
Food Trail in Bali : Three (in one night, we ateeeeee)
Food Trail in Bali : Two
i was clearing stuff for space on my vaio when i found all the random food shots that i took last year. looking back , i am now quite amazed at how much we ate in our 4d bali tour so… i’m going to start a food trail post here.
Food Trail In Bali : One
"i don’t believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now
and all the roads we have to walk are winding
and all the lights that lead us there are blinding
there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don’t know how"
oasis
tonight, i’m off to rio de janeiro for some brazillian bbq , caprinhas and a walk down copacabana before starting work tomorrow morning. Eu amo a vida!
fido
adriotly, he repeated the endless deeds of everyday. but no matter how occupied life has become,there was always a special place of her in him. she was like a distant star, living in her own brilliance. momentously filtering out unwanted moments in his frame of consciousness. and though there was nothing polarizing about her , there was an aching sense of longingness in him for her acceptance. for a while , their world in silence held answers that cannot be heard…
the time is sleeping and the deals are not in , and while i sit behind the alphabetically-arranged files of this boring grey desk , i will continue writing beyond these scars of conformity. ideas so mad that only those who wouldn’t mind fingers pointing at them, sees. and even if one day at any given moment in time , i realised how little i knew of the things around me were yesterday , at least there was some wisdom in a shot of these fleeting moments. it is indeed quite a wretched life from the eyes of the social conservative but i am not afraid to live.
