Today is the 18th of November 2012. Soon, I'll be in Bangkok looking at thai food. Soon it's going to be 2013 and a new year and a new resolution have to be made. Not that I always made resolution and follow them, just that resolution is just a myth, for me that is.
This passionfruit meringue is deliciously fantastic. How I wish my house is made up of pastries, sweets, cakes and chocolates!
Nothing can stop the cohesiveness of our branch. It's always easy to reach to a consensus and that would be football. Once again, I'm writing this post to make typing easy for me. Once an avid blogger, now I don't blog, but instead, I call this writing. More classy I should say. This month mark one year of my national service. It's been almost a year since I enlisted and boy time travel fast don't they! Time have a thing of passing by infront of your eyes without you realising it. I left with 8 months before I start school and I'm preparing for school as we speak, by writing this and doing a little bit of drawing here and there. My aim is to get that first class honours. I want to be the valedictorian but never a vegetarian.
I realise that you can have fun times both in camp and out of camp. Of course, it's always more fun when you have your camera phone with you. I look forward for more cohesion like these!
Legs are meant for walking, and kicking, and killing. I got my feet up and running, on treadmill, no elevation. I wonder if that still count as real jogging when you are still stationary like a piece of stationery at bookshops. These feets are mean for walking, but people still do other weird stuffs with their legs, like I don't know, soaking in cold water.
I seriously need a wacom so I can be what I want to be, a unknown illustrator who's famous for drawing nothing much but some lines and dots. I want to paint over the mona lisa and make da vinci turn over in his grave. I want to paint the mona lisa with my dots and lines and add a little shading here and there to make my mark. Call me Banksy but I'm not. I want to be able to draw with my eyes closed but I need practice of a lifetime. Sometimes I cursed that I was born in Singapore and not some other country where graffiti and art is part of their daily lives. No matter what, Singapore can never be other country and there's somethings we can't find in Singapore which is so easily available in the states or the kingdom. I guess Singapore is too asian to move on.
I'm thankful for my legs. Everybody should. You should too. For goodness sake, every part of your body is equally important. That is why taking good care of yourself and your ego is important if you know what I mean. How I missed the slow pace of life over in the UK. Singapore has got to relax a little. Money isn't everything, your legs are.
National Archives Of Kamarul