January 2010
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“Lisztomania,
Think less and see it grow.
Like a riot, like a riot oh!
Not...”
– Lisztomania, Phoenix
“and i bet that she told a million people that she’d stay in touch
well...”
– The Only Ones Who Knew, Arctic Monkeys
“Grandmother, how do you know that the fish are happy?
Irreverent...”
– Revenge of the Mooncake Vixen: Parable of the Fish, Marilyn Chin
Why I Make a Good Mathematician
if my brother is involved with computing, and me with english literature. us being twins and us being involved in (almost) disparate fields, would that mean that had we been one we would have make one heck of a cool person. if you can agree with that, please agree with me that currently being half a damn cool person is better than being you.
also, if i am left-handed and possibly right-brained...
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To Do: A Book
an old god is living his last days out in a quiet american desert, desperately trying to reconnect with his family. a rockstar, who has a pre-performance ritual of getting a blowjob from any enthusiastic female fan, suddenly finds that on one such occasion he is impotent. a bishop woke up one morning feeling a sense of ennui, and asking himself in the subsequent weeks if heaven is all it’s...
A Page off My Scrapbook
at 85, she is still going strong. even if it’s with an umbrella.
and at 55, my mum is experiencing some difficulties climbing up.
but instead of an umbrella, she has my dad.
going into their late fifties, together they are still going strong.
Pick Up Lines.
we all know about them. so here’s some i heard and collected:
Is your mother a baker? ‘Cos she sure bakes hot buns.
Do you work in subway? You just gave me a footlong.
You wanna check out my hardware? It’s got a lot of ram in it and it’s not floppy.
The word of the day is legs. Lets hop back to my place and spread the word.
You wanna sit on my lap and we’ll talk...
me/xm: "hello 04, this is 34, over."
rockwichoo:
its amazing after one year of not really seeing each other, after we’ve gone our seperate ways after ord that we can still reminisce about old times spent in our lonely vehicle. its cool that we can stop randomly in the middle of a walkway, blocking traffic, yet completely absorbed in conversation, oblivious to the crowd who’s being obstructed by our ignorance. its awesome that we...
Unresolved Differences
i have decided to part ways. mr teh tarik and i are no longer seeing each other anymore. i cannot bear to taste him again. no, not after i ‘sipped’ away into paradise with ah mei.
mr teh tarik, your robust flavours can no longer do it for me. tough love isnt really the kind of love everyone can take. and did i mention it’s not me it’s you. and ah mei, of course. my, she is...
Black and White Inkblots
i dont mean for this post to sound any philosophical but forgive me if it does. i mean you no harm.
reading a little about india and the ‘identity crisis’ it is facing due to religious lines drawn, it dawned to me about the problems of dualism and also the essays i wrote/gambled in my final lit papers.
when you think about your religion, we usually, almost instinctively, know what is...
“your life was made in Hollywood and i have an allergy to happily-ever-afters.”
– me
YeahYeahYeah
what a week so far!
monday:
Intro to Communications and New Media was like a little boring. met these three dudes from Science and they kept on going on about online gaming after the lecturer mentioned gaming midway through the class. zomg.
and then there was Southasian Studies. dumb coursepack’s got the order of the articles mixed up! oh yeah while helping david photocopy his notes,...
Apology
the red vessel races to a speed of tetrameter when he catches her.
now that their narrative is broken, his mind spins into an anachronism.
images splicing themselves onto one another - gramophone on repeat.
a screech in the timeline draws him back to the feeling of hot breath.
he’s back in the room, it’s red and it shakes with a free verse’s rhythm.
it was there that he knew...
These Hands Weren't Always Meant to Hold
when did we become such things?
fragile, broken nightmares. with cracks in our hearts and heads.
there’s beauty in fragility, she whispered. turning towards me, holding me.
and then i remembered. maybe our hands aren’t always made to hold.
Between The Frames
i promised myself to do up the scrapbook with the photos from taiwan, provided i get the photos printed. anyway, this is going to be a early version of the scrapbook - an attempt to journalize the many thoughts they ran through the big head before hitting the shutter, and also between the shutter clicks.
i’ll start off with this. its not often that you find your dad so enthusiastic about...
