i slept in, read, lazed and dazed in vermillion lights, wrote some letters, wrote ten pages in my diary, thought about friends, and you, and stuff. somehow the more we want to accumulate there's this inate tugging that takes you back to the yearning of the pureness of being, a kind of unconscious consciousness, a comfort similar to that of being a happy child.

and so of late i've been trying to purge. with rather random things. going au natural with my toenails. and resisting the urge to be out on a saturday just because it is a saturday, because i had a date with my nikes. and so i did! pound the pavements to the traffic/street/moon light. we are so electrified!

last night i dreamt i went to an electrico gig in a concert hall where there were random keyboards and instruments and mikes around and audiences could participate in the making of the music.

bell's such a cute girl. i wish i could communicate better with her. such frequent visits, i really should pick up thai.

sondre lerche for a silent night.

hello, i wrote you a postcard. i got inspired by plath's 'you're'.

and i do miss the 90s. and the 80s for my little pony cartoons at 6.30pm daily but i always missed half of them cos we had to go down to pick up siew from the school bus. my grand uncle from thailand who passed away last year, he got me my first and only pony. we went to the zoo together, him and i. my pony was furry and had a heart on its bum. and came with a silver chain with a heart-shaped bold red jewel. i can still recall the exact emotions and frame of mind i had looking at the ponies at the zoo and contemplating which one to choose, that at age 5. some memories never die. and so in our mind's record we are made of moments.