Donuts. With all the midnight snackings and early morning cravings, coupled with strange sleep patterns (or the lack of it), you might as well replace my bedside table with a personal fridge. Chocolate, wafers, chocolate, dried mango, chocolate, crisps, and did I mention, chocolate? However, I suddenly had this appetite for squishy strawberry-filled donuts, wherein I actually whinged, “I want Dunkin Donuts” to an empty room; wishing there was someone who’d go get ‘em for me. Crazy. The urge was so great that I had to leave Simon Baker and his weirdly beguiling character in The Mentalist and drive to the nearest place where I can satiate this unpredicted jones.
Reminded of Confucius’ words, “Wherever you go, go with all your heart.” This involved an effort and a kick and I saw purple, floral prints and another window for writing stuff out of my system.
One of my colour crushes is Purple <3 (and another reason for the crush just registered -- Purple Kisses; I go cry nao)
Slipping on a purple floral shirt dress I bought in Bangkok last May and another Chick Flick statement ring; purple, faux-gem encased in aged trims, I was filled with memories of a time that I want to forever keep in a bottle but need to forget.
Toes painted with Sally Hansen Xtreme Wear Nail Color in Gunmetal
Paired with a pair of Charles & Keith sandals and a gentle reminder that I need to schedule a mani-pedi real soon. And, yea, a foot message would be nice.
The Mango bag which held the errand essentials
Rummaged through the cluttered contents of my bag for my car keys. Pen and journal, check. A simple errand lead to a certain awareness of a need to write a certain story. How many trips to Starbucks it will take for me to gather enough courage to go through with actually writing it. I should. I must, I think.
Rayban Wayfarers | Lippie mix of the day: MAC Lip Pencil in Dervish + MAC Frost Lipstick in Bombshell + MAC Plushglass in Ample Pink
Happily munching a doughnut as I wrap up this post. Thinking — hoping, really — that it can be the perfect distraction. However, this hankering to write the story lingers in the air like a pesky dock icon born on a spring that won’t stop bobbing unless you click on it. Write the damn story.
I wonder what the next weekend will be like. Chasing Pavements. Hush, Adele.