Topics on death are often taboo.
“Touch wood,” they’d say when there is a mere mention of anything of that topic.
Why is it that something as inevitable as death is so difficult to talk about?
Are people just afraid of death… or what lies after this life? Perhaps a void?
Or are people just unwilling to talk about it until they feel like they have built a legacy that others would remember them by after they are gone?
Or the biggest perhaps, is that they have not really lived their life.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” – Oscar Wilde
Are you living your life… or are you merely existing?
Looking back at the first quarter of 2018, I can prolly describe it in a word – stagnant.
But don’t get me wrong, it’s not so much of a negative concoction in my opinion, but more of a I’m-happy-in-my-comfort-zone-but-I-really-should-step-out-of-it kinda way.
I could prolly stay (in) here forever.
Sun Moon Lake was really pretty by the way. But only at dawn and dusk.
I should prolly climb higher mountains, but you know, the view here (um, there?) is pretty cool too.
Take the leap? Or just admire the view from afar 🤔
Or fly with the wind…
Ah I don’t know 🤷🏻♀️
Her accumulating thoughts on top of each other,
like Tetris blocks in a level where full rows don’t disappear.
Sometimes I wonder how to be vulnerable in an era that everything is so transparent to the public eye, and where everyone scrutinizes you to last detail.
Sometimes I just wanna break down and let the feelings and words flow, but I hold back; not wanting to be seen as vulnerable or expecting pity from anyone.
I don’t expect anything, but I’m still afraid. Afraid of too many things.
Every time I think about sharing anything, my head would be filled with countless judgmental voices, picking it all apart.
This is the reason why this space has been so quiet – I’m just having conversations with the thoughts in my head.
Image via @tippytoess on Instagram
I’m itching to travel…
To buy a one-way ticket… To fly far far away…
To be without a map or an itinerary…
To be alone… To be a stranger to everyone else…
To get lost… To find myself…
To find love again.
We travelled all the way from the East to Upper Bukit Timah just for Carpenter and Cook after hearing so many good things about their home-made desserts and charming home accessories, and I must say their passion fruit tart truly AMAZING. I mean, the ambiance and their knick-knacks are pretty and all, but when the passion fruit was placed in front of me, everything else was insignificant. I kid you not — I can’t even remember how the chocolate caramel (?) and the latte tasted.
The sweet, slightly fluffy and creamy meringue, the sour, sweet and fragrant passion fruit curd and the crumbly tart… SO DAMN GOOD. I fell in love with the carousel teapot too but… $160 for a porcelain teapot… Maybe not.
Drove round and round and found ourselves at Maison Ikkoku at Kandahar Street. Just next to this store is the Rich & Good Cake Shop which I heard sells really delicious Swiss Rolls. Was closed when we got there though. 😦
Maison Ikkoku has a really chill vibe which I loved! And the coffee? BRILLIANT. Totally love my Signature MI Latte!