So amazingly beautiful I want to get one of these incredibly badly, a Sommer in sleek sea turquoise or candy apple chrome finish with a dainty wicker basket in front. MY IDEALISTIC LIFE IS UNRAVELING ME listening to too much Moldy Peaches - "All I want to do is ride bikes with you."

Finest Ern turned twenty last weekend, we have dinner on Wednesday to celebrate with a bunch of wonderful people and gift a concept basket full of A+ goodness (Suhaidah, 2012). Have too many scoops of wicked ice cream with swirls of chocolate and Maltesers, sick good dope creations that tastes trippy all over and cake slices all amazing-like, so here you have a video of the night! Photo credits to the lovely Jemimah Wei, music is Architecture In Helsinki taken off the best mixtape Ern made for me circa College days.

But the pain - if it is that, pain, and not merely a sickening feeling of heavy numbness - will melt away, in anxious increments like receding black ice. And you will forget the feel of thumbed pages of prayers books frail from use, and the coarse feel of earth you sprinkle with closed eyes and clenched jaws, and the shiver of cold lips touching cold skin. And people shuffle around a bit so you shuffle too, the sun hot on our backs and we watch the ground swallow whole. There will be hushed sobs because there always is, there will be glancing brushes of comfort then there is nothing. Once a cloying mad sea now suspended, unmoving - we stay here listening about love without closure and clutch things that will not matter to our chests, we continue being.

Happy Chinese New Year to all my Chinese friends! Today I have fistfuls of bubblegum coloured candy for meals, all sorts of wonderfully unhealthy but so happy nonetheless.And watch Benedict Cumberbatch in amazing action uncontrollably taking screen captures of his perfect face. Long weekends like this pass languidly, we have rare breakfast moments together and watch too much television on stiff couches and pillows that hug you when you leave.

"These pencils are too sharp."
"Safety first."

MY MILK TOOF SO CUTE I DIE I AM DYING

Monday night was a special night for we had pasta at Maryam's place! Throwing chopping stirring ingredients all domestic-like under Mummy Sharifah's (Namira, 2012) instructions.Here you have the BEST PASTA you know, complete with calamari rings bouncy prawns and bits of other seafood, so amazingly amazingly good I die a little.After dinner snack of plump strawberries that does not taste like strawberries, Mummy Sharifah (Namira, 2012) swears they have been genetically modified, but so good nonetheless.All full and happy satisfied so we laze about a bit.And sometimes we pretend we are the Asian Daft Punk.Consult the oracle we used to swear by in secondary school, Samantha's magic still works.Very fine night we had.

Have been watching BBC's Sherlock series for a large part of the afternoon, courtesy of Ranice - how grateful am I to this girl for handing me mastery of the very best kind. Cumberbatch as slightly off-kilter manic psychotic Sherlock, with his devastating devastating bone struture and the voice like shivery warm honey, by the end of the first episode I may have proclaimed I would gift this man my firstborn. Such an amazingly fine series.

Have clutches of crushed quail eggshells because they are the loveliest blue inside. Today it is a Free Day thanks to glorious timetables in this Semester (which is going swimmingly uneventful aside from lapses of inadequacy in select lectures though tomorrow begins Arabic lecture pretty super stoked), I met Namira and we caught Sherlock Holmes II in theaters. There was a grand total of eight people in the cinema so we sprawled over seats in the back row and get snug settled, I grasp my bag of salted popcorn which Namira terms "clinche" film food. Holmes II was sick good, as you know. After we walked home (it was quite a walk) and talked a bunch of stuff punctuated with appropriate hand gestures. Peppery afternoon!

Today is the start of Semester II time to pack backpacks brimming with fresh notebook pages and kaleidescope coloured pens, laced up shoes and pressed clothes, different ribbon different day. Walking talking music. Studying Level = Asian.

Today I am tucked away barefoot, cream knit pullover, in the corner of a cafe all cosy-like. (GPOY)
Have a mocha blend sending trippy jolts of caffeine under your skin, the first Sherlock Holmes movie on video and wonderful gummy candy (A Fat Free Food!), the latter two courtesy of Namira's morning visit (HOW MUCH DO I LOVE THIS GIRL) so now I sprawl a bit for a fine afternoon doing nothing a little while. So sick nice.