Cousins came over for the weekend from KL.
I finally made it to Bras Basar and the National Library.
Art Friend is a whole lot huger than I thought it would be.

Sorry I'm such a sua gu okay? D:

Quotes!
I realised that I haven't done a quote post since school reopened.
So here's the first quote post of the year?

I wouldn’t raise my child inside this city anyway. They grow up too savvy and they grow up too fast. And they know about buying shit and they know about sex. And they know about investment banking and also about brokerage firms. And they know about the numbers and they know about the words. And they know about the bottom line and also about stones. And they know about careers and about the real deals. And they all grow up and become people’s people with people skills.

"Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be."

Dr. Hunter S. Thomspon, Proud Highway; Saga of a Desperate SOuthern Gentleman

Listening to Stereophonics right now.
Are they even of my era I wonder?
I suspect that they're probably from the early 2000s, but that song I like was first released in 2008! :O Whaaaaaat?

Last quotes for you from my book!

In the first few days after the funeral, our interest in the Lisbon girls only increased. Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometines stop in mid-stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.

The man lashhed the fence, in sections, to his truck and -- getting paid for it -- gave Mr. Bates the worst lawn job we'd ever seen. We were amazed our parents permitted this, when lawn jobs usually justified calling the cops. But now Mr. Bates didn't scream or try to get the truck's license plate, nor did Mrs. Bates, who had once wept when we set off firecrackers in her state-fair tulips-- they said nothing, and our parents said nothing, so that we sensed how ancient they were, how accustomed to trauma, depression, and wars. We realised that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the world they really believed it, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass they didn't give a damn about lawns.