(I had a very bad experience of going solo into the cinema and I don't want to rake the ashes telling you the indecent details about it. Time to leave it behind now.)

Enjoy the vid! :)

How do we get to express ourselves clearly, nowadays? Are we limited to just a hundred and forty characters only or by selecting a status update on Facebook telling us how we should feel from their drop down list? Or maybe by taking a 10-second video in Snapchat during our daily grind and uploading it for the world to see? Or it can also be narrowed down to an impeccably edited and filtered photo on Instagram?

Everything seems to be perfectly curated these days, and even this blog is not an exception to that. I guess, we only let others see what we want them to see.

So let me get you in on a secret.

Sometimes, when it gets really quiet and the silence gets too loud to bear, I would always feel the craving for home.

I miss waking up in the morning, getting out of my room and asking, "Asan si Mama?" I miss the annoying noise that my niece and nephew makes to fill the house, especially when they are fighting childishly. I miss rummaging our refrigerator in the middle of the night, just because I am always hungry. I miss gazing at the stars on a starry night. I miss the smell of earth grass after a heavy down pour. I miss the lack of traces urban living. Ahhhh... I could go an all day telling you all the little details I used to not pay attention but now, here I am, suddenly remembering all of it.

It's just, I miss home and that..sums up everything.

"A home is a place where you grew up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to." 

In my mission to keep myself sane, I started writing down my bucket list, December of last year (it's still a WIP as of writing). One entry in the list says - "Learn how to play at least one instrument." I felt that guitars are a little overrated for beginners (no hate here) so I chose the ukulele. With a mix of little determination and loneliness, I went to the music store in Singapore and bought my first ever ukulele.

I remember when I was in Grade 3 during our PE class, we were playing Sepak Takraw and my teacher scolded me because I was too afraid to try it. At the back of my mind, I felt like the ball will hit me anytime. It was then that I realized - I will never be a sporty girl. I was always that takot-sa-bola girl, much more when I tried playing Volley Ball. Uhmmm, no. 

But then four years ago (2012),  I went to La Union and was introduced to Surfing. And that is how I started trying our water sports activities. So imagine my excitement when we went to Bintan to try cable wake boarding.

Bintan Island is part of Indonesia's Riau Archipelago. It can easily be reach by less than an hour ferry ride from Tanah Merah Terminal in Singapore. Definitely a quick getaway from the hustle of the city.

Located inside the 2-hectare The Canopi is the wakepark itself which is the very first in Bintan. When we arrived, we were welcomed by the scenic, saltwater crystal lagoon. Yes, you read that right - it's saltwater. The water from the sea is being filtered by some machine into the man-made lagoon. Just seeing this view made me even more excited. Ang ganda!

I must say, the calm waters of the crystal lagoon was perfect for beginners like us. Although, it somehow looked easy gliding through the waters, it most definitely is not. Another thing I liked in Bintan Wakepark is that the speed of the cables are manually controlled unlike in other wakeparks. This makes it easier for beginners to learn faster. So if the person behind the controller knows that you are a beginner, he/she will slow down the phase of the cables.

One day wake boarding = one shade darker and a hell lot of muscle pain. The day after, I woke up with bruises on my legs and my whole body in pain. I can't even walk straight for three days. Haha! But no regrets though, I would gladly do it again!

Looking forward to the next session. :)

Not known to many, it is a secret dream of mine to be in the Arts and Communication industry. Maybe it is an irony of life that you only get to realize what you actually want when it is already a little too late. I'm not sure why I did't pursue it back in college, I just found myself enrolled under BSIT. Anyway, no regrets here and I don't want to go down memory lane.

So to nourish that little dream of mine, I always fancy going to different kinds of museum. During my first week in SG, I explored the National Museum alone and then I visited Melacca, Malaysia where I literally did museum-hopping. (You can find more of my kwentos here! :) And it was only, a little less than fortnight ago, I finally got to see Singapore's Red Dot Design Museum.

Red Dot Design Museum is the first contemporary design museum in Singapore and in Asia which opened last November 2005. The museum presents the latest trends in the international design scene. All the award winning works displayed here were tested, discussed and evaluated by a panel of international experts - the Red Dot Design Award.

I wish my photos took some justice with it. Because I was definitely amazed by the work of expert minds displayed inside the museum.