Lunched Ashlyn over 'Hotbean' and Green curry, chased time, took a yellow Christmas Tangs picture where a frightening man wanted to help us, then shouted dark secrets in the middle of Orchard.

The other day, a lady stormed into the train and headed directly for the priority seat, shouted at the guy "Can you please let an old lady seat? I am an old lady you know?". He scramped off,she sat next to me, with her bare foot propped on the seat, knee to her chest. The next 20 minutes she picked dead skin off her foot. I am uncertain what to make out of it... is this how age and a label empowers a Singaporean?


Jason is moving house soon...running out of ideas of what to get for his room as time ticks off more choices fromthe list. Nothing seems sufficiently relevant. Once I wanted to get him Wall Art, got lost over what painting it should feature, then I wanted to get a functional payphone fixed to his wall, but thought it too cute. Wall mount brackets. Venetian hooks. Lamp shades. Duvet covers. Shag rug. Block cushions. Tripod side table.

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Usually when I brew too many colliding ideas... I end up with nothing. =)