Scarlet poppies

I love this girl is so full of oxymorons. Pouty-lipped white. Manufactured indie grrrl. Rich indie bitch.

Anyway, the days have been really taxing lately and it's so freaking sunny omg (rain complain sunny also complain wtf). I think Kon likes my prose (so shameless muka tembok) but I gave a rather sucky explanation about it so pissed with myself.

I'm sure there's a word for this: The feeling you get when you have a solid argument/idea/analysis/idea in your mind but it comes out so annoyingly half-baked. The French must have a word for it, I think. I mean, they have phrases like je ne sais quoi and l'appel du vie (I actually like this phrase and I can relate to this very much [the urge to jump off when you pass a  bridge, cliff, parapet, window, etc).

Had a really good impromptu dinner with Joseph and reminiscing our loft days and al-ameen suppers of naan and palak paneer.

Okay. That's all. Wow. What a well-thought post. And printjourn tomorrow woohoo~