I must admit that on the 5th to 6th day upon returning from UK,
i fell into some sort of panic and depression. (I know some of you must be thinking, “Depressed? What the hell does she have to be depressed about?!”)
Panic about what i want to do with my life.
Depression about what i was doing with my life,
where am i going? What am i learning? WHAT AM I GOING TO DO.
I got moody on Sunday,
and refrained from being next to Clem too much
so i wouldn’t take it out on the poor man.
I would sit down and space out and worry for hours.
And all these crazy ideas would flow through my head,
on how to solve my dilemma ON LIFE.
At the back of my head, was a nigging “What is wrong with me?”
My best guess is that after a heavenly 7 weeks of traveling in Europe
and being on such a stretched out natural high,
there had to be a balance to that.
So my high had to come crashing down.
The good thing about losing myself in this panic,
was that it set me afire to make calls and send emails on
Things That Joyce Is Planning For The Future.
Besides that, i’ve been preparing for my speech i’m to give tomorrow
to a conference of about 400 people.
Enough of that then!
Let’s go on to happy holiday pictures i haven’t posted up yet!
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I just wanted to show kinda where we were (the red line is not too accurate and i might get an email from Nir saying ‘that’s not the exact route we took!’. But i’m blogging with a deadline at the back of my head so i’ll do a better map when i’m free!)
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The balloon is focused on Corsica.
Toulon is where i landed via airplane,
an hour’s car ride away is St. Tropez,
where we set off sail from.
Well, after visiting San Remo, we (or more like the crew) sailed the biggest gap we had to do on the trip,
from mainland to the island of Corsica.
They did it in the morning,
while Yishninini and i ‘slept like angels’, according to Nir.
We corrected him saying, “Pigs, you mean :p”
We had lunch on the boat,
before exploring the island in the afternoon!
I was taken aback to see a number of cows, right on the beach.
Cows on a beach..?
Okay, this might seem jakun to some people,
but i’ve never seen cows RIGHT on the beach before.
With people sunbathing pretty much next to them,
and their cowdung. Which i had to avoid.
Perched on a low step in the kitchen,
i stared out into the back garden –
a familiar scene when i’m pushing myself to get on to a piece i work i have yet to finish.
At this point of time it’s a 30-minute speech for the Asian Bloggers & New Media conference this Wednesday.
I noticed a trail of ants steadily making their way into a crack at the doorpost.
In previous times, i would have stuck chewing gum or other suitable matter into the hole,
just so the ants would go lose their home and go away.
Many-a-time i’ve done it,
and every time with an ounce of satisfaction and a pinch of glee.
Staring at the ants, i pretended i was an ant.
All the hours and days i spend,
working on this entrance to an empire.
And for who? The queen.
But as nature goes, i have to do what i have to do.
And i know no other life.
If so happens something happens to the entrance,
we would just toil all over again to make it work. (Maybe some ants talk like Tim Gunn, who knows?)
After my imagination time being an ant,
i couldn’t bring myself to do anything to the bottom of the doorpost.
Who am i to play God in an ant’s world?
Already i have the Universe playing God in mine.
I arrived home late Wednesday night,
and got over my jetlag by Friday noon.
Some people asked how i did it.
I replied, “Simple, you either do one of two things – 1. Stay up till you sleep at the right local time, or, 2. Sleep around the clock till you wake up at the local time.”
I chose the latter so my body could catch up with much-needed rest,
especially after all the last minute running around i didn’t want to miss out on in London!
Although i promised Clem i would spend all my time with him over the weekend,
i persuaded him to come with me to the G-Shock event,
only because Ethan from Streething invited me…
and i always remember the number of times Ethan has come to my events in the past!
In 2009, G-Shock’s ‘Shock the World Tour’ took place in 12 cities
i.e. London, NYC, HK, Barcelona, Shanghai, Paris, etc
This year, the tour continues, and made its way to Kuala Lumpur last Friday!
Special edition G-Shocks on display
To commemorate the occasion of making its way to KL,
G-Shock collaborated with local designer Stephen Lau and Streething to create two exclusive G-Shock watches.
Read more about it *here*
Arabyrd performed her usual spunky vocal antics,
followed by Malaysian hip hop king Joe Flizzow joining her on stage.
Sorry, no pix of him cos i was too busy catching up with everyone next to the stage (so it was a bad angle anyway :p)!
Ever since i lost my favourite everyday necklace at the Isle of Wight fest (I JUST HAD TO LOSE IT CRY), this leopard one is my new everyday fave.
It’s gold, hangs on a long chain, goes with everything i wear, and the kitty looks like it REALLY doesn’t want to be there.
Told SmallSerena how i missed her heaps when i was partying in St. Tropez.
After not having to take pictures at events for weeks,
i suddenly have lost my ability to ‘find the light’.
Tattoos on Lina’s back.
I was telling Clem recently that i felt like getting a new tattoo.
He saw the way i looked at them in fascination and said, “Don’t get any ideas!”
Well, i wouldn’t get something like that,
they’d clash terribly with my fairies!
I think i’d like another fairy…
or a flower with a fairy popping out of it.
We arrived at San Remo in time for its beautiful sunset.
Nobody said a blow up whale can’t have fake tits…
Wilson wanted a picture too.
During the entire trip, every time Nir saw me whip Wilson out to place somewhere and snap a picture,
he’d look at me like i’ve lost my mind and go, “What are you doing? / What is this? / If i’m your boyfriend, i’d break up with you.”
Doesn’t Yishninini‘s dress from Zara match the reflection?!
Fresh mozzarella cheese is nothing like what i was taught is mozzarella in S.E.A!
The real stuff made from buffalo’s milk, and is really soft and wet.
Einat insisted i take a picture of the waiter with the food,
because he wasn’t ugly if you know what i mean.
Vongole has always been one of my favourite pastas,
had a fair bit of it while i was in Europe!
After dinner, we all sat down on benches and waited for Nir and Yishninini,
while they walked around trying to discover free wifi
(which in Italy, is extremely difficult to find at 11pm
as there is a ruling that all wifi must have passwords
and all the shops/restaurants were shut by then).
So i entertained myself by taking a picture of the streetlamps.