the nth times soliquoy

I become silence again.  This year my entries for this blog are reducing.  Maybe I no-longer like to play this game of self-indulgence (i.e.pretending to be poetic and cultural and then blah blah blah).   Words are limited, misinterpreted and useless.   I just saw a butterfly trapped within the glass corridor, it is so much like me, and my city.

retail therapy (again)

I have much excuse to indulge myself this month and months ago, I did have plan to make myself something but I was just too lazy to start the work, so maybe i will delay it to the next year. "It was always mañana." haha, Kerouac told me. So what do I do to treat myself?

I didn't buy it for my big day. I ordered it months ago but it was the efficiency of British mail that I only received it yesterday. So now I can treat it as a gift to myself to celebrate my mortality. Yo, they are so lovely, worth the wait!

Hiatus

Blogging is dying. It's true. We now are all content with those 140-characters mini blogs or the status-updating in social networks. For me, blogging is like a conversation with oneself. It's so introspective and contemplative. So unhealthily sentimental. Soul searching is absolutely tiring. So we are happy to update our status in twitter or whatever platform, be it just a glimpse of thought, an exclamation, a joke or a fact, the words are so light, humdrum and trivial. I can no longer keep honest to myself or encounter my own fragility and banality. I want comfort. Let's evade.

Retail therapy

I've been looking for this set for some time and it was sold out long ago, can't believe there are so many fans of ex-government in my hometown. It finally arrives:


made in britain

Plus:

dear red post box


The fact that i only ordered 3 of them means that i still have a bit self-control, but I was still complained by my mum that my matchbox home actually does not have any spare space for the sudden arrival of three big mugs .... and, my lateness for the ordering implies that my love for them is turning cold? wish it's not true.


what a rip-off!