three shot diary.

steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination.
devour films, music, books, paintings, poems, photographs, conversations, dreams, trees, architecture, street signs, clouds, light and shadows.

select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. if you do this, you work (and theft) will be authentic, authenticity is invaluable.

originality is non-existent.

don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it.

remember what jean-luc godard said: 'it's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to.'

-- Whatever you think, think the opposite.

It’s the time of the year again where stress eats me alive. It’s not a good sign when I wake up at 11am and start the day off grumpy because I’ve just wasted my morning away and haven’t used my time effectively. Thank god for Joe who keeps trying to understand, though in my head I keep thinking that no one would! Should I treat myself to Canon EOS 500D when all is done? Yes, yes?

falling leaves and autumn love.

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It looks like love has finally found me.

♥♥♥

Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special. regina brett

feels slightly surreal that i am home.

yesterday’s swim made me realise how much i miss swimming outdoors, in the sun! definitely more to come :)

he kisses me every day and tells me i’m beautiful and that he’s the world’s luckiest guy. i kiss him every night and tell him that i can’t believe i found him and he really is the perfect one for me.

home. in less than 32 hours.

my bags are packed and i’m (sort of) ready to go.

i ♥ my girls

i ♥ my girls

10 fishballs and 4 mandarin oranges later…

still waiting for joe to get off from his internship.

i have been acting rather odd of late, i’m not sure if it’s because i am going back home in less than 2 weeks and i don’t have enough time to spend with joe, no one’s fault at all, but rather 24 hours in a day is simply not enough!

out of all the women whom i have seen given birth, the most painful ones (to me) seem to be the ones with epidurals. just because they don’t feel the pain, doesn’t mean the pain isn’t there. i know it doesn’t seem to make any sense but when i watch women get epiostomies, i feel the pain for them! and giving birth has never looked more painfu! i hope i have a normal delivery in the future….