about soaps and shampoos...

you hear people asking like, which is scarier, losing sight, or limbs?
i'm not saying these are good things to happen, just that you don't quite hear people asking about the fear of losing the sense of smell?

perhaps it's because we rely on it so much less. we just don't "smell" enough. really! i mean, how many of us, actually take a moment to infuse ourselves with the aroma that surrounds us? especially when we are showering, being in one with our soaps, foams, and shampoos. after all, we come out of the shower rooms smelling as sweet as them. don't we wanna take in a deep breath while showering to know how we'll smell after we come out in ten minutes time?

scents and flavours, infusion of aromas made of the weirdest stuffs. smells of the ocean, of the forests, that's nature. the temporary teleportation to a place that we often wish we were at but too lazy to get our arses there. sweet-smelling beautiful flowers, like moonflowers, peach blossoms, lavender (personally i'm not a fan of lavenders) .. it's like having petals raining down on you in a park, where you stretch out your arms, twirl around in circles.. dreamily. well there are other scents too like some incense, herbs, royal jellys. some smell like... meditation.

aromatherapy during a shower is such an experience, but we don't take enough time to fully appreciate, don't you think? soaps and shampoos, in that short shower ( coz the government says save water and don't take baths, take showers instead.), brings us to places, to korea, to the states, to river thames, to yosemite.. brings us into action, like do yoga, soak in the sea, sit beneath a tree in autumn. if we allow ourselves some time, to close our eyes, and imagine, hey, we could be anywhere in the world.. like a jumper. heh. it'll be like dreaming.

i'm going to take a bath now.

row, row, row your boat...

boat... ship..
battleship...
friendships..
relationships...
kinship..

as july draws nearer, i find myself trying to hold on tighter to my time. time to spend at home, with my mum, lunches with my ma, pa, and bro, time with friends, with loved ones. more importantly, time with myself. i'm reading my tuition kid's children's classics, collection of charles dickens, shakespeare, and oscar wilde. and also another darling's adverbs. I, read read read. TS, sail sail sail. Mum, cook cook cook. and there's still more time..

maybe coz i'm looking so hard at the clock, i'm in like a permanent daze. but it's a happy daze. like i always have time to actually complete the whole sentence:" what do i want to do now? hmm.." compared to most people my age i think. they only take time to state their next action. life's a breeze, just for a while longer, and i like that. time to sit at east coast, at al ahmeen, time to walk around parkway, time to play with my dog. time. it's really a luxury.

And there's always some more time...

my dog is a "gan dang"

people always say, english speaking people are potatoes : gan dang
and the opposite, chinese version of potatoes -- sweet potatoes : hang zi
and i realise, odie's a gandang.

my entire family speaks mandarin with each other, but when we address Odie, we speak english, ha okay, maybe singlish. most amazingly, my dad, who can't even be bothered to read the english words on his nokia phone, speaks to odie in english.

you know sometimes when we try to say something bad, and mean. like when we are gossiping behind someone's back, we try to speak a language that the person probably wouldn't understand? that's when my family speaks in mandarin to the dog. (disclaimer: no matter what we say, we all really love the dog)

maybe coz odie understands english, and he's a gandang like me, we are meant for each other. i don't know if i love my bf more than my dog but i know i'm supposed to. ha. i love both. i just have higher expectaions of my bf. (coz i understand what he's saying?)

still... almost blissful..

i just watched sex and the city.
i'm upset my breast recently shrunk by 2 sizes.
i'm considerably happy i lost weight.
i think my boyfriend is secretly upset about the 2nd comment, but he still loves me.
girls can be so much fun. girl-talk, girl-shop, girl-gossip. more importantly, girl-power!

so much random thoughts.
when i'm randomly thinking about many happy things, or thinking about these full nothingness, i know i'm actually blissfully happy.