Violet and Daisy

Aye, spending my Saturday afternoon with no after a night partying feels with a playlist of post punk + alternatives gods. And of course, a huge ass mug of iced red date. What an aunty drink...... but I likes. Finally getting my cracked ass iPhone which behaves as though it is on crack replaced later on. Don't know if I should get a temporary replacement and wait for the rumoured iPhone 5S coming out in 10 days (?) or just get the iPhone 5 (I had one at the start of the year but lost it within 1 week....) Hmm.

A little snippet from 2 weeks back: ROJAK! 2013 at Wavehouse, Sentosa with everyone's favourite disc jockey spinning, SPECIAL K.

Had a pretty nice evening after work yesterday with the girls + Jomanda. The concoction of Starbuck's Iced Chocolate, Kith's Aglio Olio (WITH BACON) and somebody's heart shaped Corn bread muffins did not go along well even though I had them all at 3 separate timings.
Caught the movie, Violet and Daisy with Jomanda after the girls left for home! I would never want to make any decisions which concerns Jo after last night.... God damn it, this woman is so annoying. That is 'annoying' with a sad, sad, sad tone.
The movie was such a tragically sweet movie. Yes, 2 teenage, quirky, female assassins. Did I mention they are pretty too? Mmm. I'd recommend this movie to anyone who wants a change from this summer's blockbusters.

The last time before Violet and Daisy I watched a show, it was The Conjuring. A brainless movie which makes you lose sleep and nothing else. Call me emotionally deranged but I absolutely love movies which sort of gives me something to think about. Movies which you can actually decipher hidden messages/ meanings or whatever.

The movie + pre dawn conversation with Jo + seeing the girls was a nice start to this very quiet, quiet weekend for me

And relating my emotions and thoughts to my favourite movies. What a sad and pathetic slob I am indeed, haha

i must be emo

we laid next to each other, skin to skin with my arms wrapped around you on a dark February morning. nothing about the disagreement we had the night before about what we were watching on tele. nothing about how your eyes swelled up with sadness when I didn't tell you what you wanted to hear. all the afflictions we've experienced, gone. just me falling more and more in love with you as we laid there, listening to each other's breathing.

never recalled being in such an oasis of serenity besides whenever i am next to you. doesn't matter if it was that particular February morning or a afternoon spent at your place watching sitcoms. up till now, not a day goes by without me recalling how these precious moments with you bared face, no fashionable clothes or combed hair magnifies your beauty and i try so hard to picture how it felt like to stroke your hair telling you how much I loved you