Up up and away

I have to learn from Ryan Bingham on how to pack lightly.
Announcement: Will be overseas till 26th.
Okay end of assumption that people actually read my blog. (No, I am not one of the bloggers who grovel for readership)

Yay I am quite excited. Besides missing The Morning Benders's FREE show at Governors' Island, I hope things go pretty well. Hopefully my mp3 would last 50 TED videos.
Yes, you did not hear wrong, 50 TED videos, mostly on the brain. (I would have done bio if they studied neurology)

And hopefully, I do not get slaughtered for midyears. Muggers unite!

Right now, top one priority is not to puke on the plane. Yes, it is that bad. Olfactory senses are provoked with the mix of coffee in aircon, coupled with sanitized claustrophic environment. May my oesophagus be open to incoming microwaved food. Whee.

Sneaking NLB books abroad. Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky by Chris Greenhalgh is a breath of fresh air. It is so comfortably slow, slow courtship- something that is missing in our times where Facebook reveals ___ is in a relationship with ____ or ____ is single and everyone likes it. Courtship that is wrapped with tension and restraint, I like. And the language is elegantly poetic. Every single word is so carefully articulated. *swoons*.  I can declare it the most captivating book I've read this year. Really. Wow.

And I wouldn't mind watching the movie since Audrey Tatou is in it. (Yes, actress in whimsical Amelie). Sharon watched He loves me, he loves me not and we were jabbering away like gossipy girls, only appearing intellectual by revelation of the content of our conversation. How painfully shocking the ending is. It leaves you with a bitter taste in the mouth that leaves something within you fluttering, unsettled.

Reality will only hit me when I get there. Delayed response.

*smiles and muses to self*