lady noire affaire.

it is a beyond beautiful Sunday. the sun is shining bright and the temperature outside is just perfect. if only British weather was like this all year round. pure bliss and proof of how greatly weather can impact one's mood. hopefully the rest of this week will follow by example.

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colours.

i think of you in colours that don't exist

miranda's abode.

ah, one of my obsessions; Aussie model, Miranda Kerr has a stunning apartment in NYC. i love all the whites and the random splashes of colour everywhere. i also love her mix of Victorian and Asian touches; royal whites with Asian wood. especially the Asian inspired wooden lounge she's sitting on with colourful pillows. beautiful, just beautiful.

i can't wait to have my own apartment. a chic little place in NYC adorned with some elegant whites, a whole lot of Asian furniture with touches of colour here and there. i can dream can't i?

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soul meets body.

and i cannot guess what we'll discover
when we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
but i know our filthy hands can wash another's
and not one speck will remain

summer things.

since i'm so ecstatic about getting through all my Uni related stuff and having a mere two weeks till i'm outta here, i thought the following (stunning) editorial of Behati Prinsloo did appropriate justice to summer. i've never been a fan of hers nor do i think she's very attractive but the composition of these are lovely. simple, young and carefree.

i want to live where sould meets body
and let the sun wrap its arms around me
and bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
and feel, feel what it's like to be new

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matthew williamson.

i love the concept and the music but found the ending incredibly cheesy.

my Finance exam was today and it went surprisingly well. i'm so relieved to have gotten it over already, leaving two weeks till i head home. there is going to be some Gatecrash-ing tonight with the girls and i'm excited! hello freedom.

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let the rain fill my mouth.

i love rain, i really do. when i was much younger and living in India, i can still vividly remember the fresh smell of wet grass and mud which was left behind after a good few hours of downpour. this would then be followed by the usual aromas of Indian cooking filling the air from neighbours' houses. rain would also mean that the little streets of Calcutta were going to be terribly flooded leading to already cumbersome traffic jams. looking out the car window you would often see naked children from roadside slums drenched in rain water but playing with such euphoria that you would wonder whether they really are the unfortunate ones.

but i must admit, i fell in love with rain once i moved to Malaysia. tropical rain just has its own charm - and it managed to charm me straight away. never have i witnessed rain with such force, such a fury; one that makes you feel your existence is close to nothing in comparison. buildings right in front of you are blinded by a curtain of white and gray downpour and the wind whistles constantly through tightly shut doors and windows. what follows is pure bliss as the air is infused by a pleasant and light dampness with the surroundings cooling down (amid the otherwise hot and humid Malaysian temperature). i took that photo on my trip back over Spring Break - it's a part of the view from my room. on one side there is alarge hill, completely green with flourishing trees and the most beautiful sight is after the rains when light, fluffy clouds descend upon that hill and loosely lace the trees as if dabbing them dry. it's so calm, so serene, so natural in an otherwise concrete jungle.

and then we have rain here; ugly, irritating and unnecessary and not to mention cold and uncomfortable. it has been raining constantly for the past five days and is expected to rain for the next week, according to weather reports. bleh.

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