Why certainly, all skin types may apply

A glass of wine, bunch of grapes, a contemporary film with lots of grapes & lots of wine makes for a good way to end the day.

I'm ready to swear by a newly-formed method of starting the day by immersing in lots of beauty, lots of eye-candy as I get around to finishing my tea. Always a good way to start the day, to begin mornings with pretty little things, isn't it? Away from all unappreciative, negative energy...

Have a good week!

"So will you send them to study overseas?"

"Well, I don't know, I don't. I mean, who knows where I'll be in ten years?"

"In ten years you won't be here."

"In ten years you won't be here."

Well who ever knows what's going to happen, but at some point it just feels right saying aloud the visions you have in your mind, and having someone who knows you say it back too.

Photographed by Torey Mundkowsky

"Our old town is full of secrets and mysteries, hidden nooks and little alleys. I love those soft night murmurs, the moon over the flat roofs, and the hot quiet afternoons in the mosque's courtyard with its atmosphere of silent meditation. God let me be born here, as a Muslim of the Shiite Faith, in the religion of Imam Dshafar. May he be merciful and let me die here, in the same street, in the same house where I was born. Me and Nino, a Christian, who eats with knife and fork, has laughing eyes and wears filmy silk stockings."

- Ali and Nino by Kurban Said

Like you, I will sell my soul - for one more of those fragile, soft night murmurs, happy as a star.

6 drinks, 1 floozy dreamless sleep, 1 hangover, 2 breakfasts later -

I believe last night's state of perpetual inebriation has seeped into my consciousness. Can't quite believe the last of my theater modules is done. I'm really going to miss it.

And I guess the bottomline is that after all, I do enjoy performing. A whole lot.

I just watched AntiChristo by Lars Von Trier. I quite feel like vomiting.

There was some slow dreaming last night and i dreamt of tempura-ed banana. It was lightly golden, and broke into easy crispy goodness when bit into; which is a tad better than the goreng pisang i made during the weekend. But I had matcha and belgium chocolate ice-cream to accompany my pisang, the dream didn't.

November is here, and the goal for this wet season is: Take a deep breath, take a few more, learn - and work work work.

"She talks with a broken heart - Her voice lutes brokenly like a heart lost, musically too, like in a lost grove, it's almost too much to bear sometimes like some fantastic futuristic Jerry Southern singer in a nightclub who steps up to the mike in the spotlight in Las Vegas but doesn't even have to sing, just talk, to make men sigh and women wonder I guess..."
- Jack Kerouac; Big Sur.

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Performed by couchsurfing hosts Roman and Marcel in an unforgettable hole in the wall at the very very, very end of London, where myself and Rohana bunked. Haha.

Well, because I got such a conscientiously typed out message this afternoon, courtesy of jq, I'll be diligent and share as well. Because Rilke enunciated it.  And he made me go yes, yes, yes. Yes.

"For -this- is wrong, if anything is wrong:
not to enlarge the freedom of a love
with all the inner freedom one can summon.
We need, in love, to practice only this:
letting each other go. For holding on
comes easily; we do not need to learn it."

from Requiem for a Friend by Rainer Maria Rilke