the past week in no order.
: was having coffee on my own downstairs when an old chinese lady about 60 decided to join me (with no invitation) and proceeded to engage me in a conversation about manicure. she lived at block 2 and after a couple walked past to say hi, she left. :
: was looking at instagram prints when i was suddenly transported to either san francisco / san diego. was standing by the beach looking at the waves and many killer whales came up to the surface. :
: was typing an email and every incident i narrated was re-enacted. that doesn't make much sense does it? anyways, after which i was transported to comicon. a proper one. not like the supposed ones we have locally.:
: received a pair of pink doc martens maryjanes. have no clue who gave them but they were really sweet looking. then i rode a purple fixie and it flew like the E.T bike and i went over the buckingham palace but landed in ny, ny. and stopped at a hot dog fast food joint with my family. later on back home, my bathroom had been converted into some dj booth. there were new turntables on the bathroom sink and they were hooked up to a whole load of other strange gadgets when i realized i would have a huge problem if i were to take a shower. :
reflections and resolutions need not have a schedule.
just like grief and repentance.
eternally grateful for having the most amazing support system.
thank you, thank you and thank *you.
listen to shimmering stars.
