Collected my Singapore's Writers Festival pass today!

It was a great confusion to step into the graffti-plastered box behind me. There were a lot of authors and a lot of deep conversations and a lot of books and all I asked was "is the buffet open to public?"

Which is also how I met my SIM friends heh.

That aside, I am now less excited about my swf pass because I realized much of it is panels and believe me, I love my books and authors but unless you can raise sidney sheldon from the dead to speak to me, I'd rather stay home and cut my nails.



Afterwards was zouk!

I probably do not enjoy clubbing as much as before and it really bothers me that I'm losing another thing I'm interested in. Which probably leaves space for new activities. Also I hate drinking urgh.