Cascades.

I believe that there is no one moment where anyone clearly understands the other persons' thoughts. There is no way anyone can fathom folds upon folds of complex neuron messages. If science permits us to take a snapshot of a single moment, we could probably unwind the intricate web of thoughts and piece the puzzle together, no? Thoughts are transient, forever morphing. It's like play-doh, with various factors like sticky hands and plastic moulds casting changes on the matter's appearance.

Understanding is an art form. That, I hold firm belief. Oh the complexity.

On an unrelated section of things, Xin Wen, Sabrina, Cheryl (fresh home from the land of sheeps and more sheeps) and I had a quick lunch cum catch up session at MidValley a few weeks ago. Desperate for a break, why not.

Now here are a couple of pictures on my simple outfit, served up extra-large.

3/4 sleeved crop top from H&M, asymmetrical skirt from Miss Selfridge, shoes that you are probably sick of but I am not of from Nose and cross-body bag from Coach. Picture credits go to the ever-lovely Xin Wen.

...... And my mani-pedi for the past 2 weeks. First time trying out plaid nails. 美吗? 

In a while crocodile(s)!