over and over.”
- David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
“really?”
I died laughing
Shine bright like a potato
Shine bright like a potato
Find spuds in aisle three
I choose to be happy
You and I, you and I
We’re like potatoes in the sky
You’re a shooting spud I see
Don’t want no broccoli
When I hold you, I’m alive
We’re like potatoes in the sky
I knew that we’d become one right away
Oh, right away
At first sight I left the energy of mayonnaise
I saw the starch inside your eyes
So shine bright, tonight you and I
We’re beautiful like potatoes in the sky
Eye to eye, so alive
We’re beautiful like potatoes in the sky
Shine bright like a potato
Shine bright like a potato
Shining bright like a potato
We’re beautiful like potatoes in the sky
Shine bright like a potato
Shine bright like a potato
Shining bright like a potato
We’re beautiful like potatoes in the sky
Harlem Shake - Bukit Batok Edition (by Jonathan Lee)
happy v(era) day
(Source: eroma-rap, via treefingers-)
an hour of torrential downpour
Chanced upon d’ Good Café at Holland Village and upon the discovery of beanbags (yay!) on the top floor (also known as The Attic), we decided to nest with a mocha and berry shake.
Loving their funky futuristic coffee machines. Pity I didn’t manage to get a shot of those behind the counter.
Out.
- V.
I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
- Haruki Murakami
housing all appetites
Spent the first day of 2013 with G and my Furla D-Light S Bauletto satchel, sipping on iced mocha and an amazingly refreshing Pineapple Pitstop, savoring a red snapper and soba in broth and old-fashioned American sliders. Noms.
