i had a dream. we were all packed up and ready to move.
the neighbours. the singaporean accent. then the chinese accent. then the noisy indians. then the chinese accent. then singaporean accent. then chinese accent again. recently it's the indians every night. their life starts at night anytime when it's best to irritate you. agnes and i have a theory that there's a squatter settlement living next door.
why can't people just talk at a normal volume? hmmm i wonder if this is how graces and heidi's neighbours feel.
i smell like chlorine.
it's been some time since i had raisin fingertips. but i prefer to have the sky and the sound of wind and water, rather than some weird lousy music pumping away. i think they have a weird taste of music.
my fingers hurt. especially the fingertips. they are sore. and cold.
state of design festival just started.
roadtrip
it's a weird and perverted world out there.
i have a cupboard choked full of beverages, nuts and chocolate. loading up on fruits tomorrow. yays. linjiejie and waiye ahma is back today with weilinjiejie. yeays.