and here we go again.

maybe because only time away from singapore is worth blogging about. or maybe its because only when you are away does it give you more time to do so. anyhows, i've started talking to myself again. after 6 months, prolly.

back in italy again on a webdesign internship. have been here for already 2 weeks; everything's smooth and ordinary just the way i like it :) it gets a little too cold at times, but everything else is pretty much the same.

work has been nothing short of fulfilling. the learning curve is steep (and by steep i mean practically perpendicular) and it gets overwhelming sometimes. but at the end of the day, when you see your half-ass work on the web, it does make your day.

ssoo. i really hope to take some pictures in italy soon so it'd make for a more interesting post! till then, enjoy the sun :)

forget the distance.

loving someone is beautiful , being love by someone else is more than beautiful , being love by someone you love is everything.

lets go down to the sea, sea, sea

These past two weeks have seen myself make three trips to the beach. Which is approximately three times more than the whole of last year. These Europeans, they appreciate the sun a lot more than we Singaporeans do in a refreshing/ridiculous sort of way.

The brown/black sand, jellyfish hunt, lying in the sun, the mix of sweat and sand on skin, standing on shoulders, salty kisses, rent a boat and paddle to croatia, the brown golden shade after, sliding, sunscreen, occasional glorious italian tits, german men and bocce, good book and tunes, tanlines, golden fries before and cold beer after, chinese massages and the great company of my favourite brother and chelsea.

These are the makings of a beach trip.
Won't admit in becoming a fan, but another two-day beach trip begins tomorrow.

For the record, we were almost jellyfish victims. Thanks to Chelsea's sharp eyes that spotted them right after we climbed up the boat and just before she entered the water. True story.

pollo.

Ciao amici :)

I'm in Italy now. It's been a blast, although we basically do nothing everyday. I know I have to cherish this because it really doesn't happen very often in your life; when you wake up each morning, and decide over lunch what the day holds for you. Depending on our moods, some days we go for a swim, play basketball or volleyball and other days we lie in the sun, take walks, go to church, spend time with the folks, read a good book, or try real hard to master the Italian language. At night we go for a nice meal, parties or for drinks, talks and walks.

I was suppose to go on a 3 week trip with Christie to England and France while marco studies for his exams. But the morning that I was suppose to get to the flight, I miss it and decide to stay in Italy and study Italian. Basically, doing an Elizabeth Gilbert.

“Just for a few months of one’s life, is it so awful to travel through time with no greater ambition than to find the next lovely meal? Or to learn how to speak a language for no higher purpose than it pleases your ear to hear it? Or to nap in a garden, in a patch of sunlight, in the middle of the day, right next to your favorite fountain? And then to do it again the next day?”

I met a boy in Sweden. His name is Marco. We met on the first night we arrived in Jonkoping and it has always been. He's a sweet, gentle and responsible boy that has an awesome family. His biggest defect would probably be that he's Italian. A million miles away from home and a new world of language and culture.

But a language and culture that I am embracing more each day. There definitely are some down times when there is a frustration when you can't do anything by yourself. When I went swimming the other day, I didn't even know where the toilets were and I couldn't ask anyone. In that moment, I really felt impotent. And that really strips you of your pride.

But as time goes by, you start to notice the similarities more than the differences. The Italian culture is very much like home where the family unit is the basic structure of society. And it's reassuring when Marco's family really tries to assimilate me into their home and make sure I'm comfortable.

And there is always Marco who tries his best to translate everything and take walks with me that remind me why I'm here and how things are only gonna get better. And I try to cook for the family each week something from home so it doesn't get me homesick so much.

All in all, when I count my blessings, I don't remember being this happy in a long, long time :)

Hej Då Jönköping

The full live show that was broadcasted on Jonkoping TV. 

Hej Då Jönköping from Sam Cremean on Vimeo.

bliss

How often do you have a good thing in front of you and fully appreciate it in all its entirety?

Either you only notice when things go wrong, or not appreciate the good that you have. This happens too little. Everytime I look at you, I know that I have something really good within grasp. 

Too good can be true too.

Akademien, their favourite place in town.

Akademien, their favorite place in town! from Efecan Kobo on Vimeo.

TV Report Assignment for school. It was awesome making it too. Kinda like a tribute to our favourite place in Jonkoping.
Oh no I'm gonna cry.