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So gonna test Vanilla Nectar and the latest Honey Moon by Phlur! The latter is my last attempt at a sandal-based perfume. If it indeed resembles Mooncake by d'Annam this could be a new hit in the gourmand genre.

#perfume #phlur #mecca #fruitygourmand #vanillanectar #honeymoon

Daily affirmation:

You DON'T need – and should NOT expect – any expressions of friendliness or kindness from a colleague who is neither your type (huh) nor relevant to your research career. So what if he seems to be nicer to others? Good riddance and please don't come anywhere near me. Got my celebrity crushes on one of the tabs down there and you are miles away from their charisma.

#daily affirmations #mindfulness #suddenlyfallforayounggaryoldman

To be released NZ-wide in early December or not? Haven't heard anything so far. Should I ask Cathy about the screening (if there's any here in Dunedin??)?

#the history of sound #paul mescal #josh o'connor #period romance

Finding Milo to be moi type and the mere thought of him made me vibe with Sabrina's "Tears" this morning non-stop.

#milo manheim

Owe myself an aquamarine summer tinged with coco, bergamot, and water lily.

#dailygrievances #summertime #SoundCloud

Nope not gonna watch Carter Smith's Swallowed which will desecrate your straight best mate fantasy in the most brutal way. I'm sticking with vanilla facfiction thanks.

The re-release of Snooze elevated me to limbo stage nostalgia. Can't believe I managed to handle all that peer pressure back in high school and never hesitated to defend Justin's talent.

#sza #justin bieber

The confirmation talk went very well this morning. Thanks so much guys for showing up and acknowledging what I've achieved in the past two years.

PS: Didn't get much reaction when bringing up Benee and Gus's "Don't Let Me Down" as an example of mass-produced nostalgic texts tho; Would it pander more to undergrads?

I was literally weeping over these two who are so lucky to have each other.

#geazy #dailycrackup

Only a matter of time before we get to see Gus dressed in a kimono while doing his signature dance moves. Oh my ever fanciful Piscean boi with his 'incandescent illumination'.

#gus dapperton #pisces #Spotify

I feel like we all need some time to heal so as to withstand animosities imposed by others towards us. To all those who are so dedicated to making others' lives miserable and unbearable, can I ask how unimaginably difficult it is for you to be kind and thoughtful once in a while?

#reminiscences

Bumped into a couple of undergrad guys at the intersection with London St the other day – all of whom smelt like coming right out of a swimming pool. You know, the chlorinated, soapy, and aquatic smell that always reminds you of midsummer pastimes. They seemed easygoing, generous, and down-to-earth to me – ready to lend you a hand if you give off a hint of despair.

At this time of the year, it is useful to reach back to those good old schooldays that took place at swimming pools, only to momentarily transcend the intellectual and emotional impasse of the present –

I once became friends with a plumpish guy (hereafter FY) from another local school at the community pool. He was compelled by his mum to attend an intensive training session under the lead of our coach who swore that all of us would be pro breaststrokers by the end of the summer course. While content with my own progress, I was even more impressed by FY's strenuous effort throughout. Let's be honest, breaststroke is easier to take on for skinny guys like me, and the whole session had been quite a trial for him. Several weeks after that summer break, he DM'd me saying he had shed loads of calories. Of course I was feeling happy for him, back when I didn't know nothing about the social pressure imposed upon one's body image.

He might have grown into a tall, sturdy fella who looks exactly like those undergrads I came across days ago – maybe even more outgoing especially towards me (defo NOT overthinking). Having lost touch with each other for over ten years, I realise there is nothing else I can do apart from remotely wishing him all the best – and mate don't be upset by others' judgements about your look. Your sanguineness is what brings to mind that cloudless sky above the pool and waters sparkling below.

Spending the whole boiling summer at a swimming pool with your best pals – How fantasmatic it sounds to us who aren't teens living by sunlit coasts anymore.

#reminiscences

It's not hard actually to sketch a silhouette of you from time to time despite our decade-long separation. So what it ends up being slightly different from the real you. I get to pick up all those delightful pieces, which is my own way to pine for you.

#reminiscences

Dear STH,

Guess I was being too hard on you. Still can't fathom out why I was never willing to admit that your nonchalance had more than once extricated me from dejection. You were wild, undaunted, yet reliable – a typical Arian. Maybe that's why our literature teacher always said how complementary we were to each other. I felt safe around you, and you were intrigued by, as I quote, how I 'managed to feel a melancholic attachment to literally everything' we came across.

'Mate, you want me to stick around?' There were times when you happened to grasp my fleeting sentiments. More often than not you were awfully clumsy when it came to empathising, but did it ever occur to you that you being there meant to me more than anything?

I always seemed mushy with or without your presence – and that was actually my subconscious warning me of the day when we would drift apart and no longer have a chance to laugh under the same midsummer sky. If you ever did see that through, then my regret would be rather soothed.

My sorrow used to clear up at the very sight of you, but now it's the thought of you that's making me even more blue.

#reminiscences