Come to me,
Trust in your dream,
Come on and rescue me,
Yes I know, I can be wrong,
Baby you're too headstrong
Our love is
Madness

– Madness


T-6.

Love, it will get you nowhere.
You are on your own.
Lost in the wild.

– Psycho 

Time flicks by like that and recess week beckons.

Muse on Saturday. My one love since the Big Bang. Since the dinosaurs walked the earth. Since mankind learnt how to use their schlongs. Since the birth of Christ.

Going to watch the Einstein of the music world that is Matthew Bellamy.

Had one of the best murtabak at Enaq House today. Too bad it's nestled in the heart of obscure Jurong or it would have given Zam Zam a run for its money. Oh the perks of being an NTU student heh. Only sad thing is, the perks are few and far between. Don't get why they must build university in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.

Met one of Singapore's top food bloggers Maureen aka missstamchiak today for an interview. It was one of the best I've sat through because she was such a cooperative interviewee. All she did was turn my laptop with my questions inside towards there and started answering the questions – personal anecdotes included.  Coupled with her bubbly personality, the interview was a breeze

Caught Inside Out 2 weeks ago and it is such an ingenious movie. It caters to everyone from all age groups. Adults will appreciate its concept – so simple yet remarkable. Children will appreciate the bright graphics and fascinating characters (each all so unique and memorable in their own right), so kudos to Pixar producers.  Together with Toy Story and Finding Nemo, Inside Out ranks as one of my favourite animation movies. The fact that they can make a love story out of a fucking volcano that tugs at our heartstrings already speaks volume of the talent that they have.

Almost halfway through the school term. Christmas come please. 

You snatch up a handful of sand with your bare hands, and then clench the grains so hard that the lactic builds up in your wrist, spreading out like a fan to the end of your fingertips until your entire hand feels numb and weak from the effort.

You let go, and let that handful of sand – now moulded into a moist clump thanks to your exertion, fall off. But then you realise that no matter how many times you dust your hands off, no matter how many times you slap your hands against your thighs to knock off the remaining particles, there will always be that remaining stubborn few grains clinging to your palm.