Head first into the mud.

Head first into the mud.
feeling: thirsty

Despite the complex intricacies, the fundamentals of human relations are (if you start thinking like a kid in kindergarten) not that complicated.

There was the pre-requisite twinge, and that morning scene has replayed itself a few times more than necessary in my head. The ball's right here I know, but I'm somehow more inclined towards sitting on it instead of shooting hoops. It just doesn't feel quite right.

On a different note, Paris Je T'aime was quite a delight. It was like a French version of Love Actually, coupled with a dose of ambiguity, sprinkles of creativity, and even that tiny bit of a scare. It was in a way more real I guess.

Shopped up a storm with HH (you're horrible influence!) after. There goes 80 bucks on a new jacket for the interview (what a convenient excuse haha) and another 40 on a beach kaftan. And I would have gotten those slingbacks if not for the fraying threads. Byebye angpows.