control ye temper.

school, lifts me up at times. but sometimes it can make me feel pretty lousy. patronised. for good i suppose. helps me learn how to articulate being an adult.

have a good cry. then go for a long ache-inducing run.

then move on. as fast as yo can.

you get what you give? ok? go!

music and sashimi



he came at lunch to give me these.

Awesome with a capital A

"And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this"

firehouse. everything. smallville had some nice songs. first season was best.

so so. you know that feeling you get when someone tells you you've won a very handsome prize, or you've aced your math (math is foreign to you) exam, or you try for the very first time, a great dessert that lights up your eyes and warms you well so that you know you'll definately be back again - ah yes. i feel this way when i think mingyao is coming, a-calling or ah, just the thought of you!

we took a supper trip to upper thomson road and ate at the hong kong cafe. fortunately i had a quick run in the evening - albeit a fragmented one - because i loaded into my system all the fats in the world - but suppers are suppose to be like that or else they're not indulgent - and he made me laugh all the way.

saturday afternoon. might it rain?

hello psychedelic world!

caffeine-run but i'm behind.

it's a windy day.

radio plays: elliot smith. architecture in helsinki. sufjan stevens. the decemberists. yo la tengo. faye wong: you're so cool. how do you do it?

i want a kiss.

sloth-paced. eradicate that. cannot stop now.

i've got nice hair, i think.

inspired by all the geniuses i know. maybe i can.

want to rewatch:

+ almost famous - penny lane and her know-it-all look
+ reality bites - that filming scene on the roof top
+ faye wong in anything - admire her hair and her gaze
+ great expectations - that scene when finn meets estelle in the city

hardworking is cool, okay.

i want a bicycle



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changi village date





to avoid the town stretch of valentine's day lovebirds we had curry fish head at changi village and then a beer each at changi village. nice and sweet. siew jie gave me a tube of rabbit sweets.

wasting time will drain you. remember that.

monday love

she says, you are the light of my life.
he says, you are my life.

melts.

hot sat urd ay

"Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself."

- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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summer lovers

beats for beginners - love this!

follow the yellow brick road



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Dorothy: My Goodness, what a fuss you're making. Well naturally, when you go around picking on things weaker than you are. Why, you're nothing but a great big coward.
Cowardly Lion: [crying] You're right, I am a coward! I haven't any courage at all. I even scare myself.
[sobs]
Cowardly Lion: Look at the circles under my eyes. I haven't slept in weeks.
Tin Woodsman: Why don't you try counting sheep?
Cowardly Lion: That doesn't do any good. I'm afraid of them.
[sobs loud]
Scarecrow: Ah, that's too bad.

Wizard of Oz: They have one thing you haven't got: a diploma. Therefore, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Universitartus Committiartum E Pluribus Unum, I hereby confer upon you the honorary degree of ThD.
Scarecrow: ThD?
Wizard of Oz: That's... Doctor of Thinkology.

Wizard of Oz: As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don't know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
Tin Woodsman: But I still want one.

Tin Woodsman: Now I know I have a heart, because it's breaking

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you didn't take much notice when you listened to these words, age five. some stories are meant for adults too.

my inspiration



new desktop wallpaper.

my dream is to own a cafe/restaurant like that.

nice photos







these remind me of my mother somewhat. maybe it's the colour. nostalgic colour. my mother is cooler than me. last month she had a mia farrow haircut for a while. she can wear red skinny jeans and skinny guess jeans with zips at the ankle, well.

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supper

lately, i've been drinking my tea from this translucent mug. so pretty. strawberry infusion.

i bought these biscuits for the packaging. they're not that great.

i want pate.

cyber tourist



i like this building. if you want to feel what it's like being in the casa da musica without going there, check out this website.

alice in wonderland part two


orly's present from london (to m.y.)- cute mints.

i always buy something from there. It's part one of a trilogy.

"'On the morning of his birthday, Yuko and his father were walking along by the river, 'Father,' he said,'I want to become a poet.'

The monk wrinkled his brow in a way that was barely perceptible and yet revealed a deep disappointment. The sun was reflected in the ripples of the water. A moon-fish glided past the birch trees and disappeared under the wooden bridge.

'Poetry is not a profession. It is a way of passing the time. Poems are like water. Like this river.'

Yuko lowered his gaze to the quiet, flowing water. Then he turned towards his father and said:

'That is just what I want to do. To learn to watch the passing of time.'"

Snow, p. 12 plus 13, chapter two, by maxine f.

review: i seriously don't know if the book tends towards pretension or simplicity. some bits are nicely phrased but in general, wow i really am sitting on the fence. maybe if i read the original french i'd have a more definite response. this one was not a worthy investment though.

alice in wonderland part one

regrets: not properly filing away my previous essays/notes that i'd love to keep, like that clytemnestra essay in jc year two + my stack of tsd notes that i loaned to a junior and never got back + some aki earlier years essays + good tech notes that i loaned and never got back too.

reminder: if you want to be nice, be smart. and be a proper archivist.

cinema date

Today we watched Babel at the largely empty Lido 1 at Lido Cinema. There's a Hokkaido fair at the Isetan there and as with any fair that the supermarket organises, it's a pretty exciting atmosphere to be soaked in - displays of expensive crab sushi/japanese fish cake assortments/sweet potato/chocolate cake/peppermint drink/apple juice/red bean or cream puffs/etc. etc. all in the making with japanese chefs/food preparers (who told us he couldn't really speak english well because this was the first time he was here and he made hand actions to express 'crap' or scallop - that was hilarious) flown in - i relish mingling with the japanese housewives and equally excited after-lunch crowd. The fair before this - i forgot the theme - but they had japanese pancakes made freshly with precise machines and flown-in japanese staff - the custard one was delicious - packed in 'kawaii' japanese-printed paper bags.

i think i have to go to japan to eat!

Anyway, Babel was seemlessly weaved together. However whilst I felt it was a good show, it wasn't a great show - somehow the putting together of the four 'stories' seemed to be connected just for the sake of it - trying to be 'chiem' and making a big point about humanity or the lack thereof or the accidental tragedies of life but the points they tried to make skimmed the surface. Those would have been four great stories on their own, dug deep and fleshed out properly. Like being at the ice-cream counter and getting a taste of four fantastic flavours of gelato as opposed to the richness of one whole cup. Still overall, it was great snuggling with the choy - this cinema brought back great jc memories, he says.

This review and this one from the new yorker quite aptly describes it.

when is marie antoinette coming? there arn't any promotion posters around. please don't tell me they arn't coming. i'll cry buckets, i'm sure i will.