Sometimes, all that matters is the crazy things. Totally random MP3s and the strangest comments in a conversation ever. Fleur, purple fluff, 2am dissolves into hysterics over peacocks, Sinfest snickers, green apples I forgot to eat for two weeks. The kind things - stuffed toys, the Agatha Christie express, scented oils, cinnamon cake, lemon pasta, rides to and fro from choir and house, and dinner to home.
Friends.
Thanks, guys'n dolls. I don't think I could have pulled through this whole week without all of you.
And in honour of the menace that is Peacocks in High Estates, Katashi - something I did for a friend last year or so:
The mask and face could've come out a lot better in retrospect. Maybe next time, maybe next time.
Here's to the peacocks, Brat!
2 comments:
Maybe one day we'll pull off fencing with brollies. And a peacock feather clenched within your teeth, or a large peacock party mask!
Fencing with brollies sounds like fun ;) can i join? :D Did you have a rough week earlier? Well, glad to know you have 'crazy' friends to cheer you up :) They are priceless!
I think you're already in Singapore now and it will be my turn to be away for a week from 4th onwards...we malaysians are rather busy people yeah? Surely, will meet up and would love to bring along a few friends to support your performance as well :) Take care, and we'll be in touch after the 11th of May.
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