bits

every forthnight under the stretched shadows of highway lights i go pass the same telephone cable structures, the same empty unsold houses, the same high rise flats with metal sheets hide the them from us, the same toll booths (two or three?) - the same city centre lights sparkle into view after forty minutes, the same restaurants at the outskirts of town bordering the main road, the same glitzy glassy condominiums and hotel buildings towering over the streets. being at the airport is a familiar feeling which i quite like, that is going somewhere.

i am learning a lot and i am grateful.

it is a very nice feeling, to meet different people, different nice people and to appreciate and be appreciated. dont's stop seeing.

meanwhile in our shophouse we are going to have a secret garden amongst other things.

i have a new dress.

i am going to meet up with an old friend next week.

choose tiles. worry over grout sizing.

making myself think, but not be affected unnecessarily.

the new issue of monocle is out.. i really like uk elle decoration.

some good make up: benefit highbeam/chanel teint innocence/shu uemura UV under base mousse