cyrusaurus:

LUNAR ECLIPSE PHILIPPINES
combined my shots from 1:30 AM to 3:15 AM

SUP, SHORTY? I know Justin hates being shorter than everyone else, so I can imagine his rage seeing that giant next to him, hahahahaha.

(via jeaninexbabyy)

My old, childhood home. I miss it. ;(

somewhereinbrooklyn-:

oh my god this is fabulous. 

Why did this video just make me cry? OMG, I’m a mess! I miss Asia so much!

I can only imagine how incredible Asian tours are for musicians. Everyone could honestly be a singer/band’s biggest fan over there, judging by the way they wear their merch proudly, create signs, give homemade gifts, and dance and sing their hearts out. Asian fans are also probably the most respectful people ever!

acciomylove:

i love how justin asks permission if he can go through and ‘thank you’ so cute

Pretty sure I’d rather have a Segway than a car. BRB. Saving up for that.

My old house was featured in Architectural Digest in 2007

This is for @-tempertrap and is a follow-up to this post.

Excerpts from the article [its entirety can be read here]:

“This paragon of a supremely habitable house is known in Singapore and Malaysia as a black and white, a huge colonial bungalow. Single family houses of few but enormous rooms, they tended to be built in clusters in areas called parks—an early form of the gated community—for the use of expatriate civil servants, especially those on the higher rungs of the colonial ladder.”

“Designed by architects from the colonial land office in Britain, the houses were mostly “put up in the 1930s and are incredibly well built, with cross-ventilation all around,” says Zecha. “They fit very well into the environment, too.” Since they took up so much space, many were torn down. While some 240 remain in Singapore, only 100 or so are privately owned.”

“Though the rooms are spacious, there are only two bedrooms in the house. “Very few apartments have rooms this size,” Zecha says. “Our ceilings are 14 to 16 feet high.””

The black paint was done a little differently, but this is essentially the way the house looked when I lived in it. The yard was really big [or at least it seemed that way since I was tiny] and snakes roamed freely. No joke. My dad’s driver [again, like maids, it was customary for businessmen to have drivers] would come over and catch them, Steve Irwin style! He caught a King Cobra one time; uh, so badass! And the tree that you can see part of in the upper left hand corner used to hold a treehouse that my dad and brothers built. My parents didn’t allow any of our friends to climb in it because of the possibility of an accident. And, whatta ya know - our stupid neighbor didn’t listen, and tried to climb it and ended up breaking his arm. HAHAHAHA. That’s what you get, dumb boy! I don’t think we ever saw him again after that…

This is the living room I had to go by when I went to my parents’ room during thunderstorms. It was always the worst area to run past because of all the big trees right outside AND the multitude of windows. Too many scary shadows! Wahhhh. Then again, it was also where we placed our Christmas tree and opened presents. So, it wasn’t all bad, haha. 

Sadly, there’s no photo of my former bedroom, but this library used to be my brothers’ room. They shared a bunk bed on the right side, and there was a TV right by the doorframe. I love how my brothers’ room really wasn’t even meant to be a bedroom, and even though I’m the youngest, I got my own room. It was really big for a kid my age, too. Not only did I have an adjoining bathroom, but I was also able to fit my playhouse and a chest of drawers in my room, plus two bedside tables. There was even a half wall, and I had a play kitchen that I could fit in the alcove behind it. LOL. Win!

My parents’ room! It just felt so open with all the room and its high ceilings. My cat and I enjoyed taking naps on their bed. My dog also liked to hang out in here with us. 

That’s basically all of the photos; there’s one of half the dining room, so it’s kind of pointless. I wish there were most pictures of the outside and the guest house [I wonder if it’s still there or if they tore it down].

I haven’t been back to Singapore in a long time, but it’s great to know that my family [especially my dad] kind of left their mark there. My parents are some of the nicest, greatest people you’ll ever meet. Family friends say that people, especially at the hospital my dad was an administrator at, still talk so highly of him, even though we’ve been gone for ~15 years now. We continue to get holiday cards from the hospital and occasional newsletters. Even my brother’s first grade teacher sends him birthday cards, and my brothers and I still sometimes get red packets from people we don’t even remember for Chinese New Year! :) It fills me with so much joy and love to know that people still miss us just as much as when we first left and want to stay in touch.

This is one of my mom’s favorite photos of me and my brothers.

I’M ON A BOAAAAA—ELEPHANT!!!!!!!!!!

fuckyeahdogs:

allcreatures:

Dogs, wearing hats and sunglasses, are used by their owner to beg for coins in Manila

Picture: AFP/GETTY (via Pictures of the day: 22 July 2010 - Telegraph)

People would surely be more inclined to give money if the owners had kept the dreads attached to the beanies for a true Rastafarian look.

Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago

I can’t remember exactly how old I was here, but it was taken while my family still lived in Singapore; my tan can attest to that. Therefore, I was ≤ 5. Cute as a button, and still pulling faces to this day.