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21:45 ohgod gio and betty. #

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「天然のプラネタリウム」

image from livingworld.net

"A natural planetarium," a voice said from somewhere in the darkness.

It's not like I was trying to be faux-dramatic over there, but really -- it was pitchblack and in the most cliche way possible.

But standing at the top deck, with the salty sea breeze (look, another cliche) pushing past my face as they raced to return back to the sea, it was beautiful. Neck tilted at an angle of 30 degrees, the position that would probably develop from sitting in the front row of cinemas too often. But in this theatre, I wanted to sit in the front row forever.

Looking straight ahead, it was nothing but endless sea and sky - as though sailing to the end of the world. But just that 30 degrees, a mere negligible cocking of the head, revealed a whole tablecloth of midnight blue with the pattern of stars.

I don't even know how to begin in trying to describe the countless number of stars I saw that night. It's the same way my camera failed to capture any ounce of its perfection. I never believed that stars could be so... breathtaking until that night. Yeah, I knew that such things existed - but they existed for other people up till that moment.

So I stood there, for fortyfive minutes or so, just singing songs under my breath, a soundtrack for falling stars and taking in the 270 (the remainig 90 degrees were the ship itself) degrees that simply surrounded me. I felt content. I could probably throw myself off the deck and float in the ocean and die happy because I'd die looking at the most perfect night sky ever.

Instead, I laid on the floor. No hair whiping my face, just looking straight up as the stars moved slowly past me. Shooting star, shock, wonder. Another shooting star, I decide to make a wish on the next one. The next one comes, and again I'm caught by surprise in the closet and can't do anything but just stare and gape.

Gave up on singing, the salt made my voice hoarse. Switched to playing Mraz on my mobile phone, muffled with the cuff of my sweater.

I wanted to fall asleep there.

it's all opportunity cost, thanks to horrible economists!

I'm kind of dissatisfied with how my room looks like at the moment -- too many implements from my primary and secondary school days (=A=;; I'm a hoarder!) and it's looking a little too chapalang for my tastes. (Doesn't help that tsubaki_'s room is totally awesome and inspirational! XD)

So anyway, it's that time of year again!

( it's time for a wishlist! )

一斉の声

what about construction workers?

So there's this whole hoo-ha about the gah-men building a dormitory over here in my estate.

And there was a petition being passed around (by this horrid old lady!) asking us to not support it.

But frankly speaking, aren't foreign workers people too? Dude, your 1.2 million dollar houses were renovated by them, you bitches. Seriously, while I'm not too comfortable with the fact, of all the 17 years I've lived here and with all the hundreds of foreign workers I've seen, they've never been a nuisance.

Singaporeans on the other hand like to have loud parties and park their cars in front of other people's houses. :\ So who's being the nuisance here!

So anyway, that old lady was horrible. She demanded that my father sign the petition, and when he said that he needed time to think about it, she went "Think what think? No need to think, just sign!"

I'm sorry, my family aren't like lemmings. We actually believe that foreign workers (and my dad, being er one of the most bias people I know, said this) are people too and need a place to say.

So kudos to the people who did not sign the petition because they believe in that.

moetan's pastel ink

Diabetically cute! I want to buy lots of candy and do a shoot for her!