snackies.

I was desperate for a quick munch after my morning yoga, and this is the only thing my "higher self" would allow me to eat. Sheesh!

taxi.

Yes, I own a pair of bright yellow shoes that I use daily when I go running.

activate your prefrontal cortex.

I got lost for a couple of hours fiddling with my DS.

Video games are a big bunch of happy happy joy joy!

take away my breaks and aches.

Here's something that actually works. I noticed that I was getting a little tighter around my lower areas and this seemed to loosen everything up. For $15, the relief can't be beat.

breakfast of (Asian) champions

SOBA.

+

SHITAKE.

+

BABY BOK CHOY.

+

CENTURY EGG.

=

HAPPINESS AFTER A LONG NIGHT OF FILMING MATERIAL FOR A MUSIC VIDEO.

to see what the fuss is all about.

I just had to see this on the big screen. I've long been a fan of Danny Boyle and Trainspotting (it's one of my coming of age films). What can I say? The man makes pure magic in his cinematography.

However, did it deserve the accolades it garnered last night from the Oscars?

Yes, for sure.

In this slump we've all been feeling, a dose of positivity and light is exactly what we need.

i simply can't think of anything better.

I had to work brunch today. The pro's of that is that I get to start off my day early and I also get to see what this city I live in looks like in the daytime. However, the downs outweigh the pro's and at 6PM, I am left with no better ideas than to sleep the rest of the day away.

I want to get plastered on this bed for 12 hours at least.

yoga saves the world.

My alternative to strength training.

Surprisingly, I did this whole routine perfectly even if I was butt tired from work.

I won't be surprised if I wake up all nice and achy tomorrow morning.

farewell parties are the best.

Driving home, happy hardcore drunk (from Jason's sendoff @ Stoney's).

Not proud of it.

I'M UNBELIEVABLE.
(and cut off at that!)

a late night conversation

blueray_7: you remember?
dikka18: kudos to that memory of yours
blueray_7: I remember a lot of things
blueray_7: anyway
blueray_7: I'm not talking to you because I want you to unblock me
blueray_7: that's my burden
blueray_7: it's that open door I have to walk myself through
blueray_7: no one else can do that for me
dikka18: :) but id definitely feel good should i be able to help you with that
dikka18: yeh
dikka18: thats the thing
blueray_7: well
blueray_7: feel good already
blueray_7: I find comfort in the fact that I can talk about it with you
dikka18: thats good
dikka18: :)
dikka18: im listening
blueray_7: although I'm a bit shamed sometimes
dikka18: with that?
dikka18: you shouldnt be
blueray_7: coz it feels like I'm a spotted cow
dikka18: i believe every artist goes through that phase
blueray_7: and everyone thinks I can produce milk
blueray_7: but I can't
blueray_7: but I'm still grazing
blueray_7: all the while questioning my existence as a cow
blueray_7: condemning it on some days
dikka18: stop taking things too harsh
dikka18: cmon
dikka18: relax
dikka18: :)
blueray_7: "oh I wish I wasn't a cow so I wouldn't have to squirt milk!"
blueray_7: only to find that it comes natural to other cows
blueray_7: this making me even more paranoid
blueray_7: that I want to give up my spots and trade them for stripes instead
blueray_7: so I can live under the breath of a lie as a zebra
dikka18: oh thats beautiful !
blueray_7: and remain unhappy for the rest of my life!
dikka18: what a brilliant reflection
dikka18: i like it
dikka18: put it in your blog !

(this is me) sans the bullshit.

Over the past few months spent in silence and unblocking, I am lucky to be gifted with clarity and peace of mind. Perhaps this realization would be a trite one for the majority, but to me, it's pivotal and worth mentioning.

There is a certain sweetness in finding out that one's greatest asset is none other than one's self.

P.S. Kelly, thanks very much for the photo. It moved me.

battle of the wordsmiths

Senior vs. Junior

This is what the board looked like after an hour of playing SCRABBLE with mum while watching Sex and the City in the background.

P.S. I swear she likes Samantha.

KUM-WHAT?!?

A Kumquat - perhaps the tiniest orange I've ever come across in my culinary lifetime. This baby is the citrus equivalent of those Chinese White Rabbit candies (you eat it with the skin on).

I was delighted to have scored a pound of these for my own enjoyment.

the second coolest couple i know.

Kelly and Kyle saying their temporary goodbyes at the airport.

These two are a perfect example of East Coast loves West Coast, hell or high water it will work if you both want it to.

it's official... I have the coolest mum in the world.

Valentine's day 2009

Mum hands me over a napkin with a girl's name and number on it.

my only reward

When I find myself "burning the midnight oil" for the sake of catch-up, playing music, writing, or making art; a perfectly brewed cup of tea becomes my sole companion and my only reward.

And yes, I realize that I am weirder than most because I drink dried up flowers.

kicking it.

With the folks.

This photo is a prelude to a night of beer, dancing, and karaoke.

(I never actually thought my mum would do so well in interpretative dance.).

the muse returns.

The house - completely still at 7 am...
...and I was left without any sleep.

You ~ still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That's pulling at my skin.

what would you do?

...when your washing machine has a mind of its own, starts to walk about the laundry room, and shuts the door on you?

ME time.

A rather hokey picture of me during the very rare occasions that I get to spend reading a good book.

MUST BEAT ADD! MUST FINISH READING!

kung heiiiii!

Chinatown ~ the Chinese New Year Festival
(aka the Asian food festival that failed to impress me.)

Oh well, at least I got to see the Dragon Dance and the Polynesian hula. ;)

the inner workings of sound.

Piano guts. (Needs tweaking and tuning).

The upright that I inherited from my aunt arrived today.

ditching. (I should really be doing something else but, at the moment I shall not.)

Some nights can only be justified by a round of meaningful conversation and certain quintessential particulars that aid the bonding process between good friends.

the brodown

Brodown (definition taken from urbandictionary.com)

n. Boys night out. As in a Hodown, but with your bros.
Sorry baby, it's a brodown tonight.

Kept throwing gutter balls in the lane. I can't bowl for shiet, drunk or not, PERIOD.

a very strange urge.

After a very lengthy morning shower, I had the urge to listen to a little old school Jacko. I flipped through my iPod and, voila! I found myself bopping my head to this song. I must admit it's growing on me at such a furious rate that it's rapidly working its way to my "playlist of lurrvvee ".

my latest acquisition.

Together at last! Two essential pieces from my book collection.

I bought the first one (The 48 Laws of Power) when I was a sophomore in college, and since then, have lived by the philosophies and contents of this book. It wasn't until many years later that I felt the urge to obtain this book's companion - The Art of Seduction, which obviously came in the mail today after months and months of searching for a hardbound copy.

I am definitely looking forward to having the time to read through this exqusitely fascinating volume.

officially spring.

For so many reasons, today feels like the beginning of something different.

wet.

No one else gives this bitch a bath except me.