Monday, October 30, 2017

twenty four

Greetings from your Nessie,

almost ripe at the fair age of 24, 
her long wavy hair has been through a lot,
ironed as straight as her sexuality,
and chopped like her dreams of studying in Germany. (oops)

Her dark brown eyes are hungry to see the world,
to fathom why people and races are swirled,
why in portions of the globe it snows,
and why in others there's only rainfalls.

Her fingers trace the dots on the map,
curled her lips as her mind tries to wrap,
her plans and her prayers,
may they all sync in pairs.

So here's a greeting from me,
still burying my face in poetry,
even in decades and years to come,
I'll dance to the beat of my own drum.

With improvements, why of course,
Like wine, I'll get better with age,
turning love and passion into force,
and the earth shall always be my stage.

So 24, be kind to my convention,
I ask for more stamps in my passport,
more people with good intention,
and away from the ill-hearted.

So here's a greeting from your Nessie,
twenty-four and defiantly ready.

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here are a bunch of people that I do not deserve,
who made my day brighter than any birthdays before,
with games and love and laughter and smiles,
won't trade them even for Harry Styles.
 (@brampanji , @ruzzyruffy , @aulion)
Ruthfi read to me the poem she had written back when the bitch backstabbed me back in the 10th grade by not telling me that my ex-boyfriend was smoking the whole time we were in a relationship (lmfao) but he's irrelevant, and she and I turned out better friends than that lying scum, we're all good. I loved the poem, I nearly cried, but I didn't bc my highlight is esspensive. ha!
This was the second time my make up almost didn't survive. That blue box, THE BLUE BOX, containing the necklace I've been drooling over every time I quietly gaze inside a Tiffany store (not while having breakfast - why very un-Holly Golightly of me) A pair of hearts that now hang close to my own. I'm in love with it, more in love with the man who handed them to me. Not bc he spent his earnings for me, but bc while I gaze into Tiffany's, he was gazing at me, with the desire of wanting happiness for me. And that's a gaze I thank God and am eternally grateful for. Love you. Beems.
Aulion spent his energy, time and creativity to invent games for us to play and it was amazing, funny, witty and an overall perfect addition to the little partay. 
God, you're all so amazing, it pains me to guess what I'd done in my life to deserve this.
 (still replaying 'you've got a friend in me' and GJYPS - Koplo Version in my head)
Who doesn't love balloons? Although they cost lotsa money and float for only 3 hours, we'll take a million of them pls.
Thank you, Beems, Pi, Yon.
All of your nicks combined sound Chinese, but we are Asians and I'm a quarter Chinese so it's ok.
Love yous!

Sunday, June 18, 2017

anniversary, second of that.

March 9th marked the 2 years Bram and I have been together, and this post is long overdue, I know.
I've been channeling all of my effort and every last drop of sweat onto my YouTube channel lately and slowly progressing to write again. Baby steps, baby steps.

March 9th came around and Bram asked me to go on a date (why did I just flushed writing 'date' ? this must've been the millionth date we've been on) but yes, he awkwardly did ask me to go spend time with him and not talk about work (contrary to popular beliefs, Bram and I spend 90% of our time together working, either on brand deals, video ideas, editing, prospect projects, discussing rates and all that) and sadly, when the date came, I had to shoot a video with Han Yoora, Andovi, Chandra, Tommy and a couple others for Yoora's channel. We always work around schedules, and this time we opted for early sunset dinner at this Rooftop restaurant. 

Thursday, June 1, 2017

t h e o f f i c e .


For months Bram, Ruthfi and I have talked about renting a space for an office. Being self-employed can be frustrating without the change of sceneries, without the friends, without the space to express oneself.

Working in a creative industry especially, I struggle daily when I have to wake up and walked 2 steps to get to my working space. It didn't inspire me, in fact, it stopped my brain from functioning and made me lazier than the piece of crap I already naturally am.
SO on February 2017, we moved in into our base camp.

We went to IKEA and got a TON of things, and stuffed them into my little Honda Brio.

I knew from early on that a creative space needs to be clear and inspiring. I convinced my officemates to settle with white and black, ..and loads of plants. Oddly enough, they were more concerned about the plants. I had to ASSURE then that it would be amazing to have greeneries. They still never admit that our office looks SMASHIN' because of the plants, despite the countless compliments we got on it.





I sit in between Ruthfi & Bram.
and we dance in between shooting & editing & following up clients.

I love our little basecamp.

Nessie