Nulle Dias Sine Linea

"Never a Day Without Lines." That's what the title means in English.

I admire - and half hate - people who has something to say/write each day. 

I was out having lunch this afternoon and decided to sit at one of the tables on the five-foot way of the restaurant and half way through it, I couldn't figure out if it was the saltiness of the prawn mee soup or my own sweat that I was tasting. I was perspiring profusely like that glass of teh ais in front of me. Alfresco dining on a day like this: bad idea.

I also managed to finish a collection of essays written by my favorite actress, Brigette Lin, and realized that I am a slow reader. In fact I am slow in everything. Did I mention that my mum once thought that I was mute because I still wasn't babbling beyond the appropriate age? I like Brigette's writing but I like the pictures inside the book more. It brought back a lot of memories. 

And I learned a new word today: vajewel. I bet many haven't heard of the word before. But I could be wrong. Vajewel: Swarovski crystals that stick on the skin in a design, and vagina airbrush tattoos - stars, hearts, whatever. New York Magazine 2012: 36-37. There are also some shocking stories inside this particular issue. One that caught my attention was married men engaging in paid sex service with the transsexual. Some people may question the validity of the story but for me it was highly entertaining. Let's just say that the story wow-ed me.