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Ayesha, 15

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Sunday, 18 July 2010 @ 00:31
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floating through the singapore night festival by myself tonight was deliciously therapeutic. i think that i have gotten into the habit of being alone and just walking where my (marginally flat) feet will take me, even if i am entirely unsure of where i'm headed. today was spent around the bugis/city hall area for the bahas competition and the festival. the festival was, truthfully, not as interesting as i'd hoped and it was really just too crowded for my liking. but that's a stupid thing to say cause i mean what do you expect, ayesha? it's a festival!

my favourite moment of the night was at the peranakan museum, staring down at the members of lunar node's heads as they played their lyric-less, but terribly soulful songs while trying to hold back the urge to just fucking cry right there and then. i am incredibly thankful for the distraction that was the indian grandmother in her orange and green saree nodding along to the music as though she were one with the hipster boys and girls that filled the tiny museum. cannot tahannnnn!!! but i have to say i like her spirit.