I was once told that life is a series of short, intense experiences. The time we spend in between those such experiences, the daily grind, is because life can not be intense every day as it loses meaning – what an intriguing way to describe all those things we go through that do not occur daily: birthdays, deaths, heartbreaks, joy, loss, discovery etc.
So many things change in 24 hours.
People die, for one.
(I must admit that Daul’s suicide has had more bearing on me emotionally than I would care to admit. She was someone whose life was a constant string of such experiences with very little down time, and it got me pondering if that down time is in fact more important than we make it to be. What must it be like, to come to complete darkness with nothing left in sight? Her story is such a tragedy and I wish it did not end the way it has.)
On a brighter note my weekend has been one such short, intense experience. A positive one, rather, with someone whom there is no one I can imagine wanting to spend more time with. It was over in a blink.
And I guess like everyone else I live for the next short, intense experience.
Feeling a little shocked/sad to learn, two minutes after I woke up this morning, that Daul Kim has left this earth.
I’ve never met anyone quite like her. She was one of my favourite models – quirky, unconventional, inspiring.
RIP.
Trying to write something down about my weekend, but nothing comes to mind except…
Family time is always so nice, especially being away from mine. I had a really great time, even if it was just for a few hours
Justin and Alicia are going to be parents very soon, an Aquarian baby girl at that (bless!)
Aquarians will rule the world IMO! Of course this is coming from one.
Brisbane was, until Sydney, the place I knew best outside of KL.
Sunday was perfect.
And it has got nothing to do with the fact that I missed a flight – for the first time in my life – and it feels disgustingly liberating :)
In the words of TR, everyone should miss something once in their lives.
Funnily enough.
Went to Newtown Festival on the weekend. It wasn’t as good as the last, if only because of the weather. Despite the sporadic showers, it did turn out to be a pretty great day – music and beer with friends and a rocking crowd. And Glebe Street Fair is on this weekend. Is it ever possible to run out of things to do in this town, I wonder?
Today has been surreal. I woke up with a smile.
So was last night. I was talking to my ex boyfriends. Both of them.
I know I have been lucky to have been in such great relationships with such great people.
Do I wish things worked out differently? No.
All things happen for a reason. We’re all doing just fine right now :)
Was just saying how nice it was to be able to get to know each other on this level now, as friends.
I have to admit, it is nice.
There has been no awkwardness or animosity.
Just comfortable familiarity, and being able to speak freely.
Even if the subject is your current love interest!
And for that I’m thankful that the time we invested in our friendships have not gone to waste.
Anyone else in my life will just have to live with the fact that these people will always have a place in mine.
Carpe diem, one said. If not now, when?
So I did. I took a step forward.
