I was in KL last week and went to the girliest, pinkest, mainstream cafe ever! Hi, Hello Kitty. I had such a love for pink that I bought tons of its merchandise when I was younger even though I had no love for the kitty. So when I saw the pastel walls and furniture, I just had to.
I haven’t done one of these so long I was afraid I’d forgotten how. But black ink on white – whether virtual or physical is comforting to me. The stories are there, I just don’t know where to start.
It starts with something in the air. There is no chill, but you feel it in your bones. At first you go about your life, shrugging off that naggy feeling as one of those days. Then the screaming starts, first they are sporadic, you barely even notice.