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[Jul. 7th, 2009|12:05 am] |
Was never aware of the existence of these photos until I blew off the thick layer of dust from the shared Photobucket account with the Shadows. Momentarily reminisced about the compulsive refreshing I did every time we went out and the photos from everybody's cameras were pending uploading. I don't think I ever told Linette, but there was a time when I was on our Photobucket at the same time she was uploading things on it. I was receiving real time uploads and the Gap between Eunos and Bukit Panjang never felt so non-existent.
( Today's shotouts summarized in one big epic failure of an attempt at typography ) |
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| Taiwan. |
[Jul. 4th, 2009|11:07 am] |
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I am never fucking trusting 15 year old spreers ever fucking again. |
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| Start out like a sailor |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|10:21 pm] |
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| | Nobody Has to Stay - Mirah | ] |
Stripped off from all the smoke, repetitive food stalls and 3 for $10 colour-block-zipper-studded-highwaisted dresses, pasar malams have quite snugly been a permanent resident somewhere in me for a while now. I own aspirations of taking photos of that long linear line of a dietician's worst nightmare and that row of school bags bearing Hannah Montana with green skin, nu-rave Powerpuff Girls (woah Buttercup electric blue hair siol) or whatever odd, creative colour combinations pirates these days think appeal to 6 year olds.
Needless to say neither I nor Lou felt that yesterday was THE day to immortalize pasar malam charm in film (well, ok, .jpeg. But it won't sound romantic anymore!), so all I managed to get were these. They could be better, but I seek comfort in the fact that these radiate an eerie dodgy black carnival kind of vibe. Hello ANTM Season 7~~~~~~~
( Bring back all you need so everyone else can try and get some sleep ) |
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| Expensive. |
[Jun. 30th, 2009|03:05 pm] |
It costs too much to look into someone's face these days. To care about how their face contorts when you give unsubstantial answers.
I haven't been reflective about how selfish it is to come home and expect optimal levels of silence and solace and comfort and no extra work and just................................nothing. It seems like it's too much to ask for, and my parents have made it very clear "this isn't a hotel". Too bad. |
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| "It's a freakin' epidemic!" |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|04:47 pm] |
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| | Riot Van - Arctic Monkeys | ] |
I'm actually not in a sane enough state of mind to blog about happy happy Saturday. I am currently feeding my parents to the piranhas of my mind, but I've decided against a lengthening list of things that I have to blog about. Plus the pictures turned out great.
( So here they are. ) |
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| Sh-Sh-Shella. |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|02:46 pm] |
"She doesn't have nice............ugh. I'm losing my vocabulary!"
"Nice what?"
"Nice.....................JUGS! THAT'S IT!"
"IS THIS THE KIND OF VOCABULARY YOU'RE SO SCARED OF LOSING?!?!?!!!!" |
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| Hotel Home. |
[Jun. 14th, 2009|09:59 pm] |
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| | I Woke Up Near the Sea - Lydia | ] |
The supposed escape is now a mere figurehead. The streets are unfamiliar, they changed while my mind was in constant overdrive and having spasms of trying to make Live Trace on Illustrator vector impossible pictures stolen from the Google Image Search page. Play Led Zeppelin backwards, the stairways lead to the pits of hell. I am Zombie once the lift doors open to storey four and am unthinking as I glide the length of the corridor to my white gate white door. Inside it is a cave, furniture in half-shadows, the work of a single floor lamp, and curtains opaque and completely hiding unnecessary storage and a collection of dysfunctional light bulbs and dusty plastic hydrangeas.
If the doors of the rooms are closed, I bask in the eerie space, after the awful habit of looking above the door to check the time and then remembering Mom shifted teh plastic Ikea clock to the bathroom months ago (very frustrating). For three minutes I am alone, stolen from all chaos that is Mass Comm and almost achieving a blank state of mind. For three minutes the shelves at the back of my head are hastily packed with files of that day and its office desks have an insane number of Post-its of Things to Do Later. The frontal regions have achieved some sort of overwhelming Zen-ness and it almost pulls the sides of my lips into a curve. Almost. Because the big ship clock couldn't be more timely in its pretentious chime, it snatches my flying soul and handcuffs it to the hands of reality, swallowing the key. It bursts opens the windows up there, pouring out my disorganized, incomplete thinking to fill my brain again. Take out your surfboards, it is a tsunami. Tidal waves of unchecked to-do lists and foamy curls serve only as Towards Panic Mode speed boosts. They are unwelcome.
And the first door from the right opens, cold air gushing into the first two metres of the living room, enough to tempt me to slide into oblivion, but, no. My parents disguise "worry" with frustration and screaming that pound at my temples like throbbing headaches Panadol can't seem to kill. Kick me, but I have no idea what possessed me to believe that monosyllabalism was the way to go to combat situations like these. These monsters are suddenly greedy for words, spewing atrocities in escalated volumes, angry (?) that I lack initiative (or something) to accompany my Yes/No/Idunnos with an explanation. The Unspoken Why. The Unspoken Why is the death of me. Sue me for answering your questions with to-the-pointness. "One question, one mark, no need so long," said Mr. English Teacher.
It is only after reciting my timetable for the day and some tears thrown in for good measure, shower, be caught in a food dilemma (eat or no?) for half an hour, strain my eyes at Mr. Mac for four hours and attempt homework can I finally recreate the very fantastic Bruno Dayan photography at the start of this post. |
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| freeasscociation |
[Jun. 10th, 2009|11:43 pm] |
This does not have to make sense
This does not need lines
Red zigzags beneath each word, Delete the Backspace you do not turn around and go back to the things that are already done pick up pick annoy and breathe you try to give in to cumbersome steps that people want you to take closer you have pink hair and you dance aa strippppppers eyes rape your fbody and follow you around the roomm your drink that is in insecure tgigtht grips of your hands does nothing to your hearbeat what do you need it for? the vibration is resounding in the hollow o f yourbody how clear is your mind how clear is your mind walls fall and gates open do you walk do you stay? immobility hus yohugs you from behind and for a while your eyes bulge as oyou take a fraction longer than usual to recover . next time knock. and hwen you go out please close the door no no vulneerabllllity im scared of something scratching me like a cat downstairs feed rice they dont eat rice they don t loev you like i love you they dont love yu they dont love you like i live they dont k they dont love you like i lve ythey dont love you like i love you |
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| The Necessary Break |
[Jun. 10th, 2009|01:09 am] |
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| | Fine For Now - Grizzly Bear | ] |
Just got off the phone with Issy Isa, who's someone who can inspire me to just Do Do Do Go Go Go. Unfortunately, this means ending up here, in this cozy little hole we affectionately call the Internet. But (this is consoling myself) updating is just one of the things I have to do anyway. Notice my lack of prioritizing. Qlassik.lj > Media in Society, say whuuut?!?!!!
( Just wanted to say Goodnight ) |
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[Jun. 8th, 2009|11:43 pm] |
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Some people are............................... |
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| By the way, Iffah |
[Jun. 7th, 2009|10:49 pm] |
Pending sushi, Hani, Hanis
Pending McDonalds, Noel
Pending kopi, Oistein, Melissa, Nasrin
Pending Eski Bar, Andy, Ashish, Nettez
Pending Starbucks, Abang Amjad
Pending Godspeed, Farid + Co.
Pending Esplanade, Rabani
Pending IT fair, Mom
Pending Subway, Jingz
Pending Cotton On, Sarah
Pending KFC, Hui Qin, Hani
Pending FRIENDS marathon, Hanna, Elaine
Pending Guitar Hero Karaoke Wii, T105
walao Pending LRT station lah Y*FYu90(*^$## |
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