there's something about Sundays that make me want to write, read and listen to earnest vocals and the light strum of the guitar. avalanche city is the soundtrack to my sunday.

i inhale deeply at your chest try to crawl my way into your heart.

the last day of recess week is here and i think i might just while my day away from contract&torts. (moment of chillness dissipates as i get sent off for an errand which entailed wrestling doors open banging my thumbnail and blackening my fingers from years of accumulated dirt)

the charm in the four seasons is self evident, the allure in constant change and renewal brings a vitality to routine; chilly fall with its whirling colours of autumn and gold, thick white winters and its melancholic beauty. but some days singapore and its 24/7 summer is a constant echo of the lazy exuberance of youth that plays in snapshots with instagaram filters and a really good britpop soundtrack. on sweltering nights i entertain fantasies of skinny dipping in shallow lakes and drying off on its banks (although the question remains on where to find shallow lakes in singapore). but i guess caffeine fueled long talks surrounded by exercise bars and the squeak of the occasional rodent skittering off are pretty good too. so is sitting under a full moon bloated like a fat cat with grape wisps curling as you speak. such beautiful memories seem to shine most brightly against the backdrop of the summer heat.

in other news, quite mad because the top i wanted to wear tonight has not been washed.

also, the article in ST Think about how PSLE acts as a social leveler is pretty interesting.

and it is going to rain.

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