whisp. "time for a book trawl - just a few more days left"

stormed for about thirty minutes at one fifty am - i love the furious sound of a sudden thunderstorm and if it's in the night, well that's swell for thinking + on friday archi friends had a christmas party at ephrem's condo's clubhouse and it was so cold the window frosted up and under dim orange-grey lighting and red candles dripping over black candlesticks and a big tree with fake cotton snow and a high ceiling of an obnoxious pearl-coloured lamp we ate and ate - egg tarts/mushroom baked rice/beef and chicken pies/ham and spinich quiche/dimsum/logcake/fondue with fruits and marshmellows/brownies and vanilla ice cream/sushi platter/red wine/queh pie tee - and exchanged gifts - i was actually secretly pleased with my muji notebook but nobody knew. they don't know i'm a collector of notebooks - and it was just ten of us but we had alot of fun and we laughed so much and it warmed my heart and i wore my new pink puff sleeved cotton top with lace trimmings near the collarbone place - from miss selfridges, that sweet shop, there's a kind of detail in the sleeve i love but i don't know how to desribe it + choy gave me more gilmore and earl and we ate at california's pizza kitchen today and the sicilian pizza was so delicious - loads of meat and i love the crunchy thin crust + time to race it