Great imaginations

More than often, I realize that my imagination usually gets the better of me.

Sometimes I'm darn proud of it, and sometimes I'm not.

Don't we all?

:)

Of paths and dreams

Man without dreams is like a bird without wings

Man without dreams is also a man without hope.

How true these 2 simple lines speak.

Sadly, I dream of dreams that few would believe to be realistic, but I am nothing without my dreams.

Since I was little, I have been nothing but a dreamy kid with countless teachers that cited Daphne as " a quiet and pleasant pupil, but otherwise dreamy" in their various formation of sentence construed in my "Teacher parent meetings", and my report cards.

Who could blame me for wanting to retreat into my little world of dreams?

The perfect world, far away from all that harsh cruel world out there that truly believes time waits for no man, and it is absolutely frivolous to flitter all that precious time, spent purely on dreams.

Funny how roads and paths were routes designed ideally to smoothen one's journey planned by some smarty pants who believed that the road/path is the best possible way that EVERYONE should travel on.

I am often pleased to catch the sight of unsightly desire paths (A term in landscape architecture used to describe a path that isn't designed, but rather is worn casually away by people finding the shortest distance between two points)

Off hand, I remember seeing a distinct path on a plot of empty grass land near the Tampines MRT station. A sign that screams "Keep off from grass" at a building called Southpoint located at Tanjong Pagar, and a tiny little path just right behind my office, that has ideally been replaced with stone slabs to cover the unsightly over trodden patch of grass/path.

These paths simply means to me that I am not alone in my choice of routes and path.

There are like minded people around, I just need time to find them.

It is my dream to walk the less conventional path, and it is dismal however, that those whose opinions that I hold close to my heart, believe that my dreams are merely whimsical shouts of attention.

Disheartening.

Counting down the hours...

I received a postcard while BD was in Paris.

My second surprise since his absence to Europe. 

He's probably in the air making his way to London from Madrid, then flying from London back to Singapore to meeeee! 

Tee hee hee.  I am rather pleased to know that I am actually "hours" away from seeing him. 

I was thinking randomly to myself the "out of sight, out of mind theory" that I have with my bursting wardrobe, while packing my room a night ago which made me wonder, if he's gone for anything longer than 21 days, would I still remember him?

*laughs*

Whatever it is, I'm looking forward to the familiar sight of Mr Foo, and I've been told to expect a darker, skinner version of him (so he tells me, from the scorching hot sun, walking and food)..... while I've been indulging myself with my usual sustenance, sitting in the comforts of the office and home.. becoming elephantine rapidly. 

Lalala.

Surprise surprise!

I woke up to my typical sleep-in Saturday, and was greeted to a peculiar sight!

A bouquet of pretty purple and cream coloured roses, was placed prettily next to my Macbook staring at me. 

I took in the sight of charming hues, the water droplets perched daintily on the petals, the opulence of pearls sprinkled across the bouquet, as I wondered to myself sleepily, "how in the world did this bouquet end up on my table?!"

It took me a long while to take in the presence of the purple bouquet ( just lots of blatant staring), before attempting to investigate where the flowers came from.

The sender turns out to be..... *drumrolls*.... BD!!!

I beamed from ear to ear when i found out who the sender was. 

Hahahhaha :D

It is a surprise indeed! All the way from "Barcelona"! 

Turns out that BD arranged (with lots of help) for the bouquet to be sent from Singapore to meeeeee.

The flowers were supposed to make me smile until he gets back from Europe, because I missed him terribly.

This is definitely my happiest Saturday, since he's been gone.

I promised BD that I will take lots of pictures with my surprise, and here we go.... 

taken in the day, before heading out to SMU to collect conferment invitation passes for Mr Surprise's convocation next weekend. (Da will be graduating too! Yay!)

Taken after my night out with the besties. 

Without the camera flash...

I seem to have a miraculous tan, whenever the camera flash is in use. Hmmm..

Funny eh?
Well well, those happy blooms did keep me smiling :)

Thank you, i truly ♥ the surprise.

xoxo

fish a fish + Happy!

I've lost interest in playing Restaurant City ( rather, nothing much to level up anymore) , and have moved on to a new game that Valda introduced me to. It's called fish a fish!

Like what the name of the game suggest, it's a fishing game that requires you to level up by fishing at different ponds, acquiring different fishes to sell, to earn money and get better equipments and outfits to make one more skillful.

Fishing is currently my new past time, and just take a look at my aquarium!

I changed the color of the tank water to a dark purplish tinge, added corals, seaweeds in its similar color scheme and only threw in fishes that would complement the look of my aquarium. Hahahah. :D

I'm also pretty into Lounge music lately, favouring Hotel Costes' Cafe de Flore from Volume 10. Listening to the song places pretty thoughts into my head, and has some sort of a happy and calming effect on me.

Speaking of happy, the fruits from all my online shopping seems to be arriving in throngs, coupled together with those that I've bought from sale, and those that I have been sewing, I think I might just have enough newly bought clothes to last me for a month?

Laughs.

Yes I'm indeed rather happy.