my ahma just muttered something terribly scary while in her dreams, half awaken.

i dread to find out the underlying meaning.

and yes, i cried.

she's too sweet

maybe it has something to do with age or other wise, my taste for julies strawberry love letters seem to have waned in its enthusiasm. i usually polish off 2-3tins(large ones, ok) before cny, during cny and post cny. hence it does seem a little unusual this yr that while i did polish off 1 tin pre-cny(which worsened my 2 mths old cough) that i hardly touch any during. and i have just begun polishing the rest of the 2nd tin and now in march, there's still 3 rolls left in it.

could it be that after last year when i didnt celebrate cny(while in nl) and hence did not eat this thingy, have grown unfamiliar with it, or alas! lost the craving for it? or perhaps the (seriously stop fooling ourselves, its really) artifically strawberry sweet has lost its favour with my old-ening tastebuds?

Hmm.

i love patterns!

came across this rather cool design by someone(oops cant rem who) on the net
reminded me of this freaking cool old school morbid short film i used to enjoy watching fr the green couch spot in tu/e

imagine my surprise the similarity in the art topic my art class did when i went there 1 hour later..


(lynn, 8)

lovely art, lynn (: