So there we were, one with a racing heart, another with invisible question marks hanging in the air around that beautiful head. As she replied, there goes that smile. Goodbye excitement! HMV does not sell my lover. Should be I glad or upset?

Take me to the House of Mystery. The sweet bar of the demented in the midst of all worlds and planes, may these stories collected from a short 18 years of this worthless life make payment of something more than currency's value. I pray for the day the angels and devils toss that coin as my soul lies in nothing but chance. Take my hand sweet demon, lose me in all this fiction and never let me come back.

One day, when we're old, ugly and fat women, we'll be lying in bed, me with a comic book in hand, you with Monocle, all excited over the 4 pages on architecture/urbanism. And I will ask myself "Why?!" and when I shriek in excitement as I flip each page, you will ask yourself the same.

Amanda Palmer. Neil Gaiman. Coming to Singapore. Can you feel my excitement. The power couple. Hyperventilates. Can't wait for Alice In Wonderland. Next March seems too long. Tim Burton. Helena Bonham Carter. The power couple.