I am glad for days (like today) where nothing is hard or fast. No rules – not that I am a bad keeper of laws. But it is my firm belief that you always need to make time to take time. After an awfully stressful day, I decided to go s l o w and see what would happen. I know I am oneinamillion who’s fortunate enough to be able to plan my time around – So iamnotcomplaining.

Today was muchtoohot in a bad way. I went to Club street to pick up my cds of Russel W’s pictures (i love his colonial house + black n white pics!) which he had left for me – and then wandered about myfavouritebookstore (booksactually) and telok ayer street. The heat was incredible – Today I feel like charcoal because I smell of typewriteroil.

I like the smell. There’s also a tinge of mothballs. I also like the smell of petroleum and turpentine.

The nose is a funny thing:

I was smelling vinegar’s pigstrotters on Sunday morning, which is always good. It means someone is home, and there is food on the table. Still, the smell drove me crazy for a while because in between the period of waking – and deciding to change out of my pjs- I had walked around the entire kitchen space only to find nothing of that sort (vinegar, or pigstrotters). There was nothing cooking by the stove. So I had a good conversation with my head and was about to leave the house in search for proper pigstrotters (+vinegar) when I discovered them hidden inside a crockpot. That was a good few hours later though – but I had them with indomee and was a very happy girl.