Ann Siang Hill, Singapore

May 2013 was one of the busiest times of my life.  Within the month I had ridiculously fun times and nervous breakdown-inducing events, sometimes on the same day. I was in the air six times, hosted two overnight guests for two weeks, had a work project that threatened my sanity, and heard my grandmother passed away. 

Today - June 2. First time I am able to go back and see some of the photos from last month. Singapore was wonderful, hot, filled with good eats, expensive, and short.  Just about 50 hours from landing to departure, and a perfect weekend trip. 

This photo was taken only five days ago, and my mood couldn’t be any more different now. I am going through a mildly stressful time at work planning a campaign in Jakarta. It’s not so bad, but this campaign could either be a happy success or a serious and expensive disaster, and it kills me that I do not feel in control of the outcome.  So when I woke up this morning, I fantasized and fantasized about staying in bed to finish this glorious book, which I have not had the time to continue after returning from Singapore. 
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This photo was taken only five days ago, and my mood couldn’t be any more different now. I am going through a mildly stressful time at work planning a campaign in Jakarta. It’s not so bad, but this campaign could either be a happy success or a serious and expensive disaster, and it kills me that I do not feel in control of the outcome.  So when I woke up this morning, I fantasized and fantasized about staying in bed to finish this glorious book, which I have not had the time to continue after returning from Singapore. 

Ranunculus season. Can anything be more perfect than this flower? Yesterday, my social brain went into overload after a dinner with strangers, and I woke up today at the very abnormal time of 6 am. The replays, oh, I wish they would stop.  That thing that sports talk shows do, where they recap all the game’s little moments and freeze the scene and discuss it — if I don’t stop doing that I will never be allowed to leave the house. 
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Ranunculus season. Can anything be more perfect than this flower?

Yesterday, my social brain went into overload after a dinner with strangers, and I woke up today at the very abnormal time of 6 am. The replays, oh, I wish they would stop.  That thing that sports talk shows do, where they recap all the game’s little moments and freeze the scene and discuss it — if I don’t stop doing that I will never be allowed to leave the house.