The last person has left, leaving me the only who is still around here - last day of the year, in the office. Don't get me wrong, i'm not the workaholic type. It's just nice to be the last one staying, having the space for your own, doing some thinkin' and chillin' (and probably finish the last bit of work too).
So, 2013. You have been hell of a year. You were naughty, you were fantastic. You throw me chances, random encounters, a few minutes of courage and whatnots, you gave me hopes, fears, dramas and silence too. Normally I don't write about you years, but you have been quite something to note down.
During the course of your stay, I finally had the courage to break away from the routine. I've met more people than I have ever met, travelled often, gone out with more guys than I ever dared to. Failed numerous times that I've lost count, yet gained so much more than I would have thought of a year ago.
5 countries, 10 places.
Rode along the pass in Candidasa at dusk with no street light on - in sarong.
Sun salutation at Shwesandaw at 5AM in the morning.
Light trucks and music jam with Serene and whoever were there.
Discovered Singapore again and again and again with different people at different stages at different time.
Metallica live in Singapore.
Lighted our cigarettes to California Dreamin' while the wind blew hard on us.
Sang for a guy inside an abandoned house and got bird shit on my head.
Slowly progressing with my guitar skill!
Danced till the wedges were spoilt.
Received a love letter.
Lost and found: job, people, stuff, skills, words, emotions.
Touched freshly out-of-the-mill paper. They are virgins to my fingers.
Tyler Print
Got my hands on carpentry. Made the first birdhouse ever.
First time: trekking, solo travel, backpacking, play music for strangers, initiated tiny little printmaking workshops, *proper* sketch journal, quit job, jumped off a boat, touched the intriguing cello, followed stranger(s)... and God knows how many little details I have missed. After all, it is these insignificant moments, like slender threads entangled and interlaced ever so randomly, that weaved up such a profound blanket.
And that the people that matter - they are still around.
Until next time, take care!
So, 2013. You have been hell of a year. You were naughty, you were fantastic. You throw me chances, random encounters, a few minutes of courage and whatnots, you gave me hopes, fears, dramas and silence too. Normally I don't write about you years, but you have been quite something to note down.
During the course of your stay, I finally had the courage to break away from the routine. I've met more people than I have ever met, travelled often, gone out with more guys than I ever dared to. Failed numerous times that I've lost count, yet gained so much more than I would have thought of a year ago.
5 countries, 10 places.
Rode along the pass in Candidasa at dusk with no street light on - in sarong.
Sun salutation at Shwesandaw at 5AM in the morning.
Light trucks and music jam with Serene and whoever were there.
Discovered Singapore again and again and again with different people at different stages at different time.
Metallica live in Singapore.
Lighted our cigarettes to California Dreamin' while the wind blew hard on us.
Sang for a guy inside an abandoned house and got bird shit on my head.
Slowly progressing with my guitar skill!
Danced till the wedges were spoilt.
Received a love letter.
Lost and found: job, people, stuff, skills, words, emotions.
Touched freshly out-of-the-mill paper. They are virgins to my fingers.
Tyler Print
Got my hands on carpentry. Made the first birdhouse ever.
First time: trekking, solo travel, backpacking, play music for strangers, initiated tiny little printmaking workshops, *proper* sketch journal, quit job, jumped off a boat, touched the intriguing cello, followed stranger(s)... and God knows how many little details I have missed. After all, it is these insignificant moments, like slender threads entangled and interlaced ever so randomly, that weaved up such a profound blanket.
And that the people that matter - they are still around.
Until next time, take care!
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