MOF Drama

Hello! Today I will be blogging with illustrations for the first time. I've missed drawing quite a bit and started doodling a bunch of stuff that happened today.

So I woke up way earlier than usual for a Saturday. I honestly wanted to be up at 7am to exercise, but.

My appointment was at 10am and I was considered lucky (no MRT breakdown thank goodness) to have reached Tong Building at 10:10am. In case you didn't know, the infamous "Rolex building" in Orchard Road is called Tong Building.

I'm not elaborating on my visit in this post but basically I left the building having silky hair!

And before I could revel in the glory of my mane (ha-ha), I stepped out of the building in shock.

Reality check x 3 - I was supposed to meet Kexin at 1:35pm, and it was raining bloody heavily at Orchard Road. A few things flashed through my head all at once.

• Stranded in the one isolated building in Orchard that is NOT connected to any shelters leading to the MRT station. 
• I'm gonna drown in Orchard and nobody is gonna know.
• WTF MY HAIRRRRRRRRR.

Anyway. I had an umbrella but it was really useless considering how heavy the rain was. So I calculated, if I folded my jeans up and carried my bag in front, and walked briskly to the nearest building next door, I *might* be able to make it without drowning.

Turned out I was earlier than Kexin lor please. She was held up by the rain on her side too hahahaha.

We met at AMK and even though I didn't die from drowning, I was about to collapse from hunger. Long story short, I suggested Coffee Bean and the place was under renovation. Then I suggested Pepper Lunch, AND THE PLACE WAS UNDER RENOVATION AS WELL. -_- Recently I had gone to Popular at CWP only to find that IT WAS UNDER RENOVATION. I don't even.

In the end we went to MOF. And Kexin had this really bad experience when we were there last. She had ordered a cold (I always say cold I don't know why) iced macha latte and apparently the cup was filled 3/4 with ice and she finished the latte in less than 5 sips!

After we were seated (no queue lor WHY) and ordered our food, everything else was served except Kexin's HOT macha latte (hot so she won't get cheated again!) so we checked the food list and turned out that the latte wasn't included! So we called one of the servers and asked for a hot macha latte, again.

And then we realized that Brandon's sashimi set had not arrived either. Seriously, raw leh need to take so long meh?! And by then the hot macha latte still had not arrived!

We caught hold of another server (ironically we were seated damn near the counter) and told her to check on the sashimi set and if the previous girl put in our order for the latte.

HAHAHAHAHAHA sorry the above didn't happen la!! I just -had- to draw this. It's really too funny hahahaha sorry Ah Chan! xD

Okay so when the sashimi finally arrived, Brandon commented on the prawns. One thing led to another and I showed them this sushi doodle I posted on instagram yesterday.

By popular (LOL) demand, they asked me to do a part 2 with the prawn. I really didn't know how to draw sashimi cute (and I didn't even take a good look at what they ordered!) so this is my interpretation of what they ordered.

And this is the actual photo.

Credits to Ah Chan for taking the photo and Brandon's pinky. I don't know who kiaped the shrimp lol.

I don't know if Kexin will post it up to their FB page but..MOF used to be so much better. In other news, Brandon's ocha was FOC because I have the member card (don't ask) which will expire in May 2013 yay.

Alright so. This is it. Hope you enjoy my feeble attempt at drawing. :D

I drew this yesterday as well, and they're supposed to be hamstersss. Kexin said I'm tryna plagiarize Pusheen. Boo.

Dance with me

I came across these words by Oriah Mountain Dreamer and thought I would share them with you. They speak to me in ways I cannot explain. They make me feel like drawing, again.

Alone and with an imaginary cat.

Sorry the quality is crap. I drew with a pencil and some of the strokes were too light to be captured properly by the phone camera. Tried to use an app to darken the lines but this is the best I came up with.

I hope the words that follow will inspire you to want to do better in your relationships. Coincidentally, today I was having a conversation about how actions are louder than words. If you care for a person, tell them today. Likewise if you know someone who has been trying to send you the invitation to dance, look beyond the superficial and take the first step. What you find courage in doing, will present itself as a pleasant surprise. x

The Dance

I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!” Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiraling down into the ache within the ache. And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.

Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are, And see who I am in the stories I am living. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be… some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next…

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children’s children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!” Just take my hand and dance with me.

~ Oriah Moun­tain Dreamer