i hate temperamental people; that is i hate myself when i get temperamental; that is, i hate the feeling i sink in, the aftermath of the three second tempests due to my occassional inability to keep my mouth shut when the sarcasm and raised tones that are unnecessary, the realisation that all can be solved with calm and on hindsight when it was all a silly little matter that i blew up because of my poor capability to deal with being compressed on several sides; so ugly. i want to be beautiful.
+++

besides that few seconds of emotional hiccup, all was bright with the trumpeter by my side the whole day. legendary lavander wanton mee with slurpy greasy heavenly gravy and an afternoon of the best company ever - sauntering about town and we watched 'the island; which was gripping in all it's explosive glory and all the concrete and glass sleekness and the sleekness of the machines - walk in botanic gardens and sushi dinner.