Hé miroir, miroir mais qui dois-je éviter,. Hein miroir, mais qui dois-je inviter. Donne-moi la clé du tiroir de la vérité. Eclaire-moi les fonctions de ces facteurs, pulsions, rires, pleurs. On anticiperait sur la douleur en étant précurseur.

Musings on life, death, comedy, tragedy, food, feminism and the pitfalls of life as an overprivileged, underachieving twentysomething. A little over a year, I stopped writing here. I admitted to suffering from an eating disorder, then promptly scarpered. I stopped, and I left, because I felt like a fraud.

Sunday, October 28, 2012. Afiq being our mascot represent. Kids surprisingly loved his skeleton costume. Tourists stopped us for pictures and people at country club as well. Late night teh sesh with Nizam, Iffah and Azie followed by breakfast at macs.