29 December, 2010

Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year?

Rules and I have a deceptive relationship in that I acknowledge it’s existence superficially but will be sooner or later bound to break them when prompted. So, my most joyful ordinary moments this year (as I begin scratching at the mines of nostalgia) is arriving at the school’s back door with Jess, only to find them locked. And because we’re young, carefree and extremely lazy, walking to the main gates was not an option. However, gauging the fall to the other side, the effort it would take to mount the gate, evaluating whether we would drop into some person’s yard and be caught as trespassers was by far easier than walking.

We dropped out bags over, giggled as we clamoured over the wooden fence. By the time both of us were over the other side, there was this small bubble of joy that can only be brought around by rebellion.

That’s right, we conquered the fence bitch and didn’t get caught by the dog.

28 December, 2010

What’s the thing you most want to achieve next year? How do you imagine you’ll feel when you get it? Free? Happy? Complete? Blissful? Write that feeling down. Then, brainstorm 10 things you can do, or 10 new thoughts you can think, in order to experience that feeling today.


Rule the world. It's been a plan that has been bubbling for a year now but always put on the back boiler because I still lack resources.

And when I get it, the triumph that ensues and the misery before me will throw the world into a new era of my glory.

In all seriousness, while ruling the world will still be on my plans, I want to use next year to further these planes. Namely by surviving the first year of Uni, getting into the course that I think I want and then being happy doing it.

Actually, scratch that. What I really want to achieve? Internet success. As in, being loved for what I do and earning money from it. The 21st Century Gen Y Dream. I need to live the cliche.

14 December, 2010




Look at these [gorgeous, sexy bitches, i really don't like these adjectives let's call them] people of surmountable awesomeness who have grown into the silence spaces.

This break I've taken, I didn't mean it to last so long nor did I expect an actual summer holiday (with summer rain of course) and being worried about tans and spinning walls all with these shiny new peoples (more than plural, apparently not everyone can fit into credit card size polaroids )


So now, I'm assuming I'm talking to blank walls again, another meaningless narcissistic soliloquy in the never ending noise of the internet.

Excellent.

I suppose ,appropriately, the fact that I'm here in Singapore has encouraged this need to start blogging again. Crowded into the MRT are people conducting their own little orchestra of games,videos,texts with their iphones.

Small motions but enough to edge towards a super charged motion of connectedness once more.

It has been a very kind welcome, the day has been appropriately balmy with thunderstorms occuring always somewhere in the distance.

Oh wait, the thunders are starting and I have the best seats in the house. I've missed this height (24 floors ladies, it's a drop to death) and the view.

Conversations 14/12/2010

It has been a very efficient day. For AUD$25 we have bought two movie tickets, had pancakes and after meal mints. There is a subdued sense of asian triumph when you know you've gotten a damned good, scratch that, amazing deal.

We contemplate our next stop as the construction [changing the roads again to bring you better service sorry for the inconvenience] chugs on.

"We can go to the esplanade and take photos!"

Everything I say here, I accompany with an unhealthy enthusiasm , unnecessary semi dance movements and (for me I guess) an unnatural smile. It is impossible not to try to be sunshine when everyone else seems miserable with their lives.

"I mean we're technically tourists."

"Yeah! I'm so glad we can pretend to be tourist." There is a pause as an inpatient honk puntuates and then melds back into the urban sound design. "Everytime I'm like "wow" and point at stuff my friends here are like 'you've never been to orchard road before is it." The lights take too long to turn green. " I mean, Singapore is really quite beautiful at night."

"Yeah, it is."

Later we decide to count the number of smiles we would see before we reached our train station.

In a 400m walk, we count 8.

I know this place like the back of my hand even the constant cosmetic changes of shops and new places doesn't faze me. Weird architecture added to the city scape? Meh. Happens every 5 years. Now, I also now aware of just constancy, Melbourne with its trams we probably keep because it's cute, a market for vintage bikes, new malls that are kinda like the old malls but shiner.

It's amazing how easy it is to be immune to each situation whether it's shifting sand or solid brick roads, you just get used to it. And it is difficult to keep that child like wonderment. Yet, with this growing up and knowing things, there is another world we opened to, insights that we never found funny before suddenly become hilarious. Double entredes, pun me please.

You never get to go back to the same spot again, making it difficult to trap every moment. I guess I never want to live the same day again, just a new one where something may supersede my previous experiences. Whether I find that in old world constancy with bull headed politics or a city working like an eerie clockwork made in germany , it's up to me to find it's charm.

You (Me) have just got to get their eyes checked and look very hard.

Oi Singapore ah? It's good to be back.

And Melbourne? I'm finally starting to fucking miss you. mate.

14 November, 2010

Hi, I'm here, yes I'll be back eventually. I don't know when, or how or whether i'll make sandwiches for lunch tomorrow.

But I will write again about life and the sticky bits in between.

For now, I'll scream.

29 October, 2010

Describe a defining moment or series of events that has affected your life this year.


There wasn't a defining moment. I wish there was one that happened in a milestone year but I guess not.

Picking from small moments :

Walking back home with Elysia and realising that, hey , I live here now and even if my friends now drift away I will have this summer day of dust, heat and finding once again that quiet comfort of understanding.

Ellis showing me Blink. The Doctor Who marathons that followed. Realising how intelligence is such a turn on (there is no other reason why I find the eleventh doctor attractive, I mean c'mon)

Yeah,I'm doomed.

Doing a list of books that I've read this year. I didn't even reach 10. Realising I need to read more.

Discovering the true wonders of baking. Namely this site that caused my waist line to expand

LOSING MY PENTAX K7. DAMN GLEN WAVERLEY THIEVES.DAMN THEM TO HELL.

02 September, 2010

Okay, it's probably getting semi ridiculous how many half done blog posts and photoshop pieces I have stuck on my walls, in between books and written on random post its.

We all know this :Time, it flies. Right now, I am juggling between deciding for future already and preparing to dieeee because I am doing a film and it's not complete and it makes me angry at technology.

So, in all I want to write more, read more, sit down and just chill to the movies I have on my hard drive but i can't (or can't find the will to)

I'm fine, thank you.

25 July, 2010

"Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. And this is where I think language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy when it was just simple survival… Like, you know, “water”. We came up with a sound for that. Or “Saber-toothed tiger right behind you”. We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to commuicate all the abstract and intangible things that we’re experiencing. What is, like, frustration? Or what is anger or love? When I say “love”, the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person’s ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, you know, throught their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I’m saying and say yes, they understand. But how do I know they understand? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead, you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed, it’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we have connected, and we think that we’re understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion. And that feeling might be transient, but I think it’s what we live for."- Waking Life (2001)

12 July, 2010



Hahahahaha!

Fish expression priceless.

11 July, 2010

CAPS LOCK CANNOT CONTAIN MY FAN GIRLY JOY



Hello my darlings, she croons softly, I'll be waiting.

10 July, 2010



If I introspect anymore I will actually implode.

The only reason I do, talk to myself in my head that is, is because anything committed on paper sounds insane. Even when written in perfectly good purple ink.

The reason I don't blog as much any more is because I've forgotten who I used to blog for in the first place.

And again, my brain goes at insane rates, asking all these pointless questions, meandering and meandering, TIRELESS. I'm trying to distill my thoughts, getting vents for them, the evidence is on my walls. I have a little black spiral bound book where I write shizz but even then, my thoughts are cryptic.

I feel like I'm lying to myself, only that I'm really good at it and bad at it at the same time. Good because usually I tell the truth, bad because I can always rationalise a lie to a semi truth. I'm not good at the game because I'm being crushed by it. I don't believe me any more because well, I'm obsessed with having meaningless sex with words and twisting it and relishing the creation of nostalgia for the moment rather than actually being in the moment.

I am afraid because I am not certain of what I want. I am afraid because even what I need is elusive. See, to be aimless is not something I'm good at. Why am I doing this, what do I want to do, for whom am I doing it for (me? more uncertainty).

And then I miss people but occasionally it feels that the oceans are not what divides because I'm beginning to miss people here AND WE ARE NOT EVEN APART.

It's difficult trying to see where I fit in here. I like friends. "Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival" And will always be eternally grateful for the ones that have stuck around and just let me be comfortable. Then occasionally it strikes me how much I don't know the people around me, they are here for now but seperated by cellophane. I don't know how to break it, whose wall of formidable cling wrap is it anyway?

I like the aloneness, but selfishly enough, not the loneliness. Suddenly, more than ever, it's 'Oh but I don't want to impose'. *shrugs* To be needed is gratifying and more than ever I see the influence of media which I have fed on and which has in turn,drained from me. <-- internet addictions yeyyy

Feeling like I have learnt nothing yet somehow someone is still teaching but I don't get it.

I try not to give advice any more. It's dangerous.

03 July, 2010



OMG! YES.

And Hi! No, not dead. It's just very difficult to find the will to blog when it's cold everyday. And rainy. All you want to do is snuggle under the comforters and just lay there, thinking, hey, if dracula felt this cold, no wonder he never left his velvet coffin.

02 June, 2010

It's June!

We are at the half way mark now and slowing down slowing down. Maybe it's the build up to something. I hope it's a build up to something. I'm putting up colour coordinated blocks of thoughts and photos on my wall. They should probably go up the celling too. If they hold.(the blue tack, it's amazing. i wish it were stickier. perhaps, the trick is to lick it)

There are so many things and nothing. Not things. Not happening.

Fuck it's June. and everything is already half way gone.

(because, no. we don't count life backwards.)

17 and half alive.

21 May, 2010





I am a dreaming realist.

(some things, I don't even know where to begin)

16 May, 2010

"We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.-Charles de Lint


And as always, I wonder which stories to tell, which ones to keep, which ones are mine and only mine and whether if anyone else minded if I stole a little bit of their story lines and made them my own.

11 May, 2010

Categorically Off The Top Of My Head Things I Say Regularly On A Daily Basis

"Oh, wow."

"Okayyy."

"I'm so confused."

"Idiot"

"Really?"

"Really."

"Maybe"

"I don't know."

Nothing is catch phrase worthy.

:(

01 May, 2010

I...

You?

---

Dude, if nothing else is to be salvaged ( and all the examples in between fall apart) it was a really really really good opening paragraph.




27 April, 2010

At 5:30 am:

It is cold.

Argh

Sun?

WHAT HAPPENS AT THIS HOUR?

I forgot.

----

There must be something interesting going on in my life.

I'm looking for something relevant.

----

Echoes of familiar conversation

"This is too poetic" giving typed work (Times New Roman pt 12) a once over.

"And the ideas.Immature." added for good measure.

Amusement struggles with pride.

"I could," as if it is a by chance possibility "tutor you."

"Do you make it a point to be an asshole?"


01 April, 2010

summer lingers on, strangely enough.

it's april and we should be barraging into a cold autumn, followed by a cruel-to-my-toes winter.

my desires have dwindled dully into this as i stare blankly in my wardrobe:

something black, drapey and asymmetrical with lots and lots of pockets to conceal secrets/sweets/extra socks/random keys to nowhere. maybe a hood.

something that twirls.

yes, i think i need a death eater's cloak this winter.

29 March, 2010

hi leave now? i can't type when you're looking dim wit, even when you're not. just munching awful chocolate under my seat.

GO AWAY.

honestly.

i thought you were good at this.

english i mean

i don't.

i'm not thinking

i'm just typing

shit

how could anyone eat that chocolate. it's foul. putrid. not real chocolate. ms i really want to eat dark chocolate. TIM TAMS ARE SOOOO MUCH BETTER.

you want to grab one?

yeah
do that.

27 March, 2010

i think my favorite part of life is its transience.

it could all just dilute to 'poof!'

in other news: holidays>

cadillac/

24 March, 2010

I just realised how much I hate the despondency you can inject into the word "Okay"

Okay.

Ok.

o.

k.

22 March, 2010

Beverly is moderately outgoing. Her emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. She has the ability to put herself into the other person's shoes.

Beverly will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad. She has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls Beverly an ambivert. She understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, she will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." She doesn't sway too far one way or the other.

When convincing her to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to her. She puts herself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet she will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Beverly is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions. She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.

Beverly is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to. She basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.

People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Beverly doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.

Beverly is sensitive to criticism about her ideas and philosophies. She will sometimes worry what people will think if she tells them what she believes in. This doesn't mean she won't talk, or that she feels ashamed. It merely means she is sensitive to what others think, regarding her beliefs.

Beverly is secretive. She has secrets which she does not wish to share with others. She intentionally conceals things about herself. She has a private side that she intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in her past.

Diplomacy is one of Beverly's best attributes. She has the ability to say what others want to hear. She can have tact with others. She has the ability to state things in such a way as to not offend someone else. Beverly can disagree without being disagreeable.

In reference to Beverly's mental abilities, she has a very investigating and creating mind. She investigates projects rapidly because she is curious about many things. She gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but she soon must slow down and look at all the angles. She probably gets too many things going at once. When Beverly slows down, then she becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, she must slow down to do it. She then decides what projects she has time to finish. Thus she finishes at a slower pace than when she started the project.

She has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. Her mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. She can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Beverly can then switch into her low gear. When she is in the slower mode, she can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. She is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.

Beverly is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. She needs to visualize the end of a project before she starts. she finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said she plans everything she is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Beverly basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.

Beverly is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect her ego when she feels hurt. She pokes people harder than she gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.

One way Beverly punishes herself is self directed sarcasm. She is a very sarcastic person. Often this sarcasm and "sharp tongued" behavior is directed at herself.

Beverly is selective when picking friends. She does not trust everyone. She has a select group of people that are truly close to her, usually two or three. She is careful when choosing her inner circle of friends.

Beverly has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people.



o cool


take test here

20 March, 2010

It's been a flurry of a week. Mostly centered around the fact that we had an English essay (on a farewell to arms by heminway) coming up and suddenly everyone was questioning the meaning of life.

To have 150 people having existentialist thoughts at the same time? And panicking? Best thing I have seen this month.

It's cool because it means,I'm never the only one who asks the questions(am i brave? do i need to be? better to have love and lost or simply pass the wine bottle?why do anything if i'm going to die? will my death mean anything? do i want my death to mean anything? why do math if my life is a small blip in the entire scheme of the universe?) and when forced to answer them everyone is just as confused as squashed bananas on spaghetti.

And then you get gems like

on existentialism


(10:40 PM) jess:i just wish hemingwya would fucking say it differently

(10:40 PM) jess: i mean its better if itachi says it
(10:41 PM) jess: cause he has an eyeball that lights shit up in black FLAMES
but hemingway just
(10:41 PM) °‘¨b e v ¤ be wi: he just kills himself. in the rain.
(10:41 PM) jess: writes
yeah man
and just like
retells dailogue like
"no"
"yes"
"okay"
"no actually"
"you're sweet"
(10:41 PM) jess: "oh darling"
"lets fuck"
"pregnant?"
"do i feel trapped? no"
(10:42 PM) °‘¨b e v ¤ be wi: oh wow
a farewell to arms in 5 secs
(10:42 PM) °‘¨b e v ¤ be wi: well done
(10:42 PM) jess: wait
its not finished
"what you had the baby?"
"alive?"
"oh dead"
"catherine...?"
"oh "
(10:42 PM) jess: "dead aswell"
(10:43 PM) jess: "ill walk back in the rain now"





And the best part, it's all true, we didn't need an entire book of walking and sublime run-on sentences to tell us that.

Hemingway? screw you.

10 March, 2010

"For ancient man, beer was nothing short of a wonderful promise of what civilized human life could be, distilled into liquid form."


i lol'd then cursed and revelled in my procrastination.

08 March, 2010

O HAIL NO




I'm sorry, the pun, i couldn't, resistance is futile.

6/3/2010
Hailing like golf balls, foretelling apocalypse in Harry Potter hues of blue.






Weather is FIERCE.

03 March, 2010

Happy Birthday Dr Seuss!

Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look’em over with care. About some you will say, “I don’t choose to go there.” With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet, you’re too smart to go down a not-so-good street.

And you may not find any you’ll want to go down. In that case, of course, you’ll head straight out of town. It’s opener there in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy and footsy as you.

And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.

Oh! The Places You’ll Go!

You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.

You won’t lag behind, because you’ll have the speed. You’ll pass the whole gang and you’ll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.

You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.

You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.

No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!

Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You’ll be famous as famous can be, with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.

Except when they don’t. Because, sometimes, they won’t.

I’m afraid that some times you’ll play lonely games too. Games you can’t win ‘cause you’ll play against you.

All Alone!
Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you’ll be quite a lot.

And when you’re alone, there’s a very good chance you’ll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.

But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go though your enemies prowl. On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek, though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are.

You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!


25 February, 2010



To the 'wow i'm actually aching when i'm laughing moments"

No life is lived without those.

22 February, 2010




Occasionally, I stop and still can't quite believe: I'm in Australia

I think:Of all microcosm of society I could have chosen, I ended up with this one.

I wonder: If it's the same everywhere else and

I know: No two person are the same, ever and you never meet someone halfway (they would be too blurry otherwise)

And then I go : Oh wow. [for a moment the perfectly constructed universe collapses and reveals the stage hands and actors in between costume before someone has the sense to pull the strings again. the world falls, like a souffle,seamlessly back into place]

That's it, that's all there is and I chug on.

08 February, 2010

In which it is the first week of school

"what do you mean it's only Wednesday? "

In which serial killers jokes are not appreciated anymore

Because teachers wheeling wooden crates around school is to be viewed upon with utmost suspicion.

"Well", the crates creek past, "its not a very creative place for dead bodies."

Silence ensues.

"Sureeee, because you would know."

In which everyone is revealed to be morally bankrupt at some point in their lives

"What class do you have next?"

"Economics"

"Ethics?"

"Yes, of course, moral and ethics."

"Good because you need some."

In which sometimes it's just worth it to get up at 6 in the morning





In which

01 February, 2010

Reallyrandomwise

The man in front of me waddles. I know it is not his fault but it is funny and I hide a laugh. He then takes out a bottle of what suspiciously looks like herbal tea. Laugh turns into a slight grimace and I speed past him.

"Excuse me," he calls out from behind. For a moment I think he has seen me laughing AND grimacing so I walk even faster.

"Excuse me miss," and because he is persistent, I turn back and answer "yes?" Mental note of the day: I am a horrible, horrible student who has never paid attention to civics and moral education and therefore has high kidnapping potential.

"Excuse me miss," he puffs, "but your skirt is fraying."

"I think its broken," he concludes earnestly.

I knew frayed edges don't make sense but never has it been pointed out so obtusely in broad day light on the way to the train station.

Firstdayofschoolwise

I have once again, touched the holy grail of locker hood whereby one gets a top locker and is allowed to indulge in gloating at those far below. On the down side, the corridor is really squeezy and I will never get used to it.

I can't believe it's my first last day of high school. There are no pictures but I will never forget the smell of the summer breeze mingled with bus gasoline and all those familiar faces, distant and occasionally dear.

In other news, I have a huge desire to do well this year although it is the first time it's not fuelled my panic. Wait, no, it's still fuelled by panic but there are actually subjects that I don't just want to slog through but do well because I really love them. To bits. Even if they are the sometime bitches.

Holidayswise
Never wanted them to end in the first place.

30 January, 2010

Gift. This month, gifts and gift-giving can seem inescapable. What’s the most memorable gift, tangible or emotional, you received this year?


...oh.

I stole a lot of glances this year. Thievery counts right?

20 January, 2010


Summer breaks used to be stuff of legend but now that I've done it, it's not so mythical or as fantastical as I imagined. No long swims in warm water or cracking freshly caught shrimps while giggling in golden sand.

Clearly, Enid Blyton has fed me lies.(no pixies under toadstools for another thing)

But! I did get to languish at city pace, soaking up midnight lights and sore feet from too much walking. I've missed Singapore and Hong Kong dearly but am now wishing for some Australian sunshine. The cross-pacific travelling this holiday has made me realised that I'll never properly belong enough (whether it's my subconcious inhibiting my ability to connect with a place is up for debate. in my head. again. HAI 3PM NIGHTZ.)and now I have a vague desire to visit everywhere with a Lonely Planet Gap Year Guide book. The fact that I now have a DSLR:D probably doesn't hurt.


20th of January, not overly significant, kinda blah. Apart from being a multiple of 2,4,5,10 it really doesn't do much. A good day if any to officially start a new year.

So, materialize work, humming and life. I'm ready to start improperly breathing again.

And now, we jump.