Anthology Amore

Who: Intended solitude.

What: Sylvia Plath's 'The Bell Jar', Vanilla Latté & a good ol' country pie. 
When: 6th October 2011

Where: Coffee Club in Kinokuniya.
Why: Novella escapade.Welcomed, benevolent isolation.

The current novel which I have specifically set aside time for devouring despite having 4 other books on hand- all unfinished.

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Rather a short update of the week today. Got a few big projects lined up! Watch this space in few months!

Have a great week ahead guys! 

X

Sayona

And just like that, a week here has flown past. Everything here, and I really mean everything has been exceptional. As much as I strongly protest against the idea of returning home, much awaits me back home to be mended, resolved, and redeemed. Looking forward to the upcoming Malacca trip though! Abruptly ending this post with some form of strained attempt to pull away from the keyboard so as to reclaim my collectiveness & restore the "zen" that was collected over the past 7 days. More food/street visuals to be seen in awhile! xx

Neon Hearts

Pictures from last Saturday at Tizi's party

Impossible Soul

And finally, after 10 years of being in a convent with practically the same faces, I am officially out. While typing this I do sense a tinge of nostalgia because I know, I'd miss this from now.

Moderat

National Day at Marina Barrage

Cosmogramma

I cannot seem to get the new flying lotus album unto my hands or rather finger tips. I also presume from this attempt that I am obviously not any internet savvy. But then again, who would donate their sympathy for a girl technically disabled?

On a less pessimistic approach, Fei Min's birthday was last Friday and we celebrated it by feeding our happy lil' stomachs with fish followed by a adrenaline burst sitting on the reverse bungee. Apparently our screams were somewhat hilarious and the opposite of insipid, I still do not understand what quality was that in our screams that took people to gain laughter.

Knight Of Wands

We humans are shamelessly incompetent. We come, feed on what we need and flee; like swarms of locusts that feed on the innocent and cherubic plants. And science still can protest that we, are warm blooded. Hilarity, I can say.

RTWM

And everynight I miss you;I can just look up to rancid stars and the wrenched moon.

Saturday simply equates to town, Natasha, movie, slacking outside Ngee Ann City, walking aimlessly, complaining about the weather, bus rides, yakking away about our amazing non-existent appetites, giving the public a dose of our embarassing acts, drawing hearts out on each other, taking low>high shots, daily rants, having the camera dying on me.