Stuff a mentos up your nostril. ♥

“Maybe I’m just trying to understand why we keep making the same mistakes… over...

Wed, 10 Apr 2013 22:23:00 +0800

“Maybe I’m just trying to understand why we keep making the same mistakes…

over and over.”

- David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

“really?”

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 23:36:52 +0800

“really?”

Photo

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 10:19:32 +0800

I died laughing

Sat, 23 Feb 2013 15:07:29 +0800

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)

Sun, 17 Feb 2013 12:50:49 +0800

Harlem Shake - Bukit Batok Edition (by Jonathan Lee)

happy v(era) day

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 01:29:52 +0800

happy v(era) day

Photo

Wed, 30 Jan 2013 01:25:47 +0800

an hour of torrential downpour

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 22:12:36 +0800

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...

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 22:48:50 +0800

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

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 22:36:48 +0800

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.

do/don’t

Fri, 21 Dec 2012 11:56:57 +0800

do/don’t

"I’d woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist."

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 21:30:30 +0800

“I’d woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.”

- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your...

Thu, 15 Nov 2012 23:48:37 +0800

We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really woman in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

― Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

"That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always..."

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 14:14:17 +0800

“That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening, right then, and every moment afterwards.”

- Sarah Dessen, The Truth about Forever

there it goes again

Tue, 02 Oct 2012 23:48:50 +0800

There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you desire to not speak or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to connect to anyone or anything. If you had a choice you’d prefer to be numb, and not feel anything at all if it means the aching would stop. You have no concrete idea as to what to do or how to feel— all you know for sure is that you want to be okay.

savouring saveur

Thu, 06 Sep 2012 18:21:52 +0800

G. introduced me to Saveur at Purvis Street on our 2nd anniversary this year. French, affordable, delish - what’s not to love?

What we had:
Pan Fried Foie Gras with Lentil and Pickled Onion
Duck Rillette with Butter Bread
Crispy Barramundi with Crab Potato and French Bean
Beef Bourguignon with Root Vegetables and Mixed Greens

Definitely going back when we get the chance to!

Okay.

Wed, 22 Aug 2012 22:28:33 +0800

Okay.

I’m a finalist for STClassified’s ‘I’m A...

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 14:10:17 +0800

I’m a finalist for STClassified’s ‘I’m A Fashionista’ Contest!
If you love my parrot headband as much as I do, vote by ‘liking’ my photo HERE!
A dozen thanks from me to you for your support! xx

if you would please ignore the pink frame

Wed, 11 Jul 2012 20:47:36 +0800

I miss my long hair.
(change being change, and change being inevitable)
I miss being sure of things, of decisions.
(thoughts about how being contented is a privilege)
I miss knowing how I want to live my life.
(these panic-inducing, engulfing grey areas)
I miss not being in the know.

maybe if I said it enough

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 23:59:00 +0800

CÉLINE.
Givenchy.
CÉLINE.
Givenchy.
CÉLINE.
Givenchy.
CÉLINE.
Givenchy.
CÉLINE.
Givenchy.
CÉLINE.
Givenchy.
CÉLINE.
Givenchy.
CÉLINE.
Givenchy.

…the universe will come through for me.
(Pretty please?)