6 million hits on Youtube and I chanced upon it only today.



I love the part where she descends steps made of pillows, and when the red scarf catches her neck.

Even the lyrics are poetic.

"She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up"

Some days I really do feel like I fight for my life, sans the coat of course - the weather is unbearable.

Beautiful beautiful beautiful.

I am Little Miss Fussy. But everything is settled and in place for the time being. (Not) Till the next one :P

It's not that important. I'm making too big a fuss of it.

Possibly a zillion titles
But that book had to be picked
Its glossy jacket inviting
The synopsis hinted: sweet
A riveting story, no doubt
With surprising twists and turns
The undulating path wearying
A pause, please, freeze! she yearns
The reader sinks into the plot
...How deep into the thicket is unknown
Not 'til the chapter where time is of essence
That the book seemed to be on loan
*
There is no due date
The book is rightfully hers

Just witnessed the bird, which has a nest tucked in the wall shelves along the corridor, vomit. Gooey white stuff with the right amount of greenish solids to make you thank your lucky stars you did not cross path with its downward trajectory. We've been sharing the same floor ever since I stayed here, and the bird has never created this negative externality.

Birdie, that just ain't cool. But maybe it's a pregger birdie, in which case I'm glad I'm moving out soon. Hang in there, little ones. Don't hatch until after I've left.

Mum called, "Do you want to eat out or in when you come back? What do you want me to cook for you?"

Sigh... to be loved :) :) :)

Hello Pandas lining up, waiting their turn to fulfill their destiny as bearers of minute doses of happiness.


I'm bored.