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i havent blogged lately--my thoughts had been camping out in Cove Horror playing mutineering pirates and scallywags with one too many kegs of rum and i was the unfortunate master (& commander) of the ship who was walking the plank at bottle-edge, pushed off by ravished sailors and nearly eaten alive by ravenous sharks. nearly. but i had a friend to bring me back to house-cleaning, work-doing smiles&laughter sanity. watched the smell of rain and sadly, i cant help but feel contempt for the characters and the story. the unbearably deafening silence that both xiaoqi and lier shouted out made me so uncomfortable and it felt like an itch you just want to scratch but just cant find. the emotionally void just tears at me to lash out at something, or maybe them. i just can't believe this story can possibly have a happy ending because its one in a million that love in silence is love absolute. i suppose it's just me that feels this way...as if i were looking in the pool of time and seeing some past and crying out caution but just cant hear it and know that its headed wrongly and in utter anguish, i am helpless. this show frustrates me. too much (un)scenic shots of eyesore HDB flats and canals that made up quite a significant proportion of the movie, what looked like a rushed postproduction with loudly noticeable audio problems and a couple of video glitches, editing that looked like draft roughcut and cheesy flashback scenes (although interestingly visualised) that could have been done without (because to me, it lost it purpose/gave away the story too early) makes it a good 6/10, mainly for making me feel. best of luck for your career, nat. ------- let the rains fall in their cleansing torrents, not like that time i looked You in Your grey eyes and You looked away and left me alone with the cold night winds of the afterrain in the dark; when i needed to hear Your voice and feel Your touch but You parted to unveil a gibbous, glaring moon...but whats it matter that You do things to harden me to Your presence? it is not You i seek anymore--i seek but a mortal for in him i find the anchors of the physical and the will to better all within me for him, not wispy smoke trails of ever needing behind the masks of faith and hope...? hello, can you hear me? am i getting through to you?
-billie myers
lamp
you're my Kerosene lamp deep inside my wayward shack that creaks in the cold night winds to keep me toasty and warm. sillyman
and if that don't work... whats this??? oh no its concussion ca..... Zzzzzzzzzzz
hah! sillyman saves the day again!
ps. you have to highlight the top of this entry to see. two seats
two seats can seem so very far apart
the smell of rain
Cathay ticketing website: MOMENT
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WHEN YOU GET GREETED BY A TEARY-EYE CONSTIPATED CHEEBYE FACE WHEN YOU TURN THE MUSIC UP!
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HOST: we'll be back right after this break!
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HOST: ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the billboard charts top ten! and number one on the billboard chart for 'signs to know that this world is off its rockers' is....
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WHEN YOUVE BEEN BITCHED BEHIND YOUR BACK BECAUSE OF POPCORN!
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HOST: thats all for this week folks! Next week on our charts we have 'how to tell a bitch apart from the BIG L (the trick is, you CUNT!!!!)'
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*fade to black* johari
Terms selected only by the participant, but not by any of their peers, are placed into the Façade quadrant, representing information about the participant of which their peers are unaware. It is then up to the participant whether or not to disclose this information.
Terms that are not selected by the participant but only by their peers are placed into the Blind Spot quadrant. These represent information of which the participant is not aware, but others are, and they can decide whether and how to inform the individual about these "blind spots".
Terms which were not selected by either the participant or their peers remain in the Unknown quadrant, representing the participant's behaviors or motives which were not recognized by anyone participating. This may be because they do not apply, or because there is collective ignorance of the existence of that trait.
A Nohari window is the inversion of the Johari window, and is a collection of negative personality traits instead of positive."
anyone who does one of these should have 'self-concious' highlighted. anyhow. indulge me--my johari window and nohari window. Happy Day
JADE HOUSE OF MINI STEAMBOAT... another venture by the intrepid Chia family. decked out in a fabulous hue of orange and with such delightful staff, it certainly made a pleasurable dinner even more; think sumptious food, delectable soup, reasonable prices and a stomach full o' goodness. if you do decide to go down there, just say i sent you, and you'll get a 10% off. :)
JADE House of Mini Steamboat
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an except from the "Il Globo"
Translation:
"The great poet, Dante, would be pleasantly surprised to know that even in Australia people are speaking Italian, studying it, and practising it in their everyday lives, exactly like in Florence of 700 years ago. He'd also be shocked to discover that Italian's the 5th most studied language on Earth, on every continent and in every nation. There're some 'foreigners' even in Melbourne who're exemplary, speaking correct and fluent Italian. One of these is Kevin Lim, a young man from Singapore who lives in Melbourne and studies at Melbourne University's Political Science department. His Italian stemmed from 'romantic' origins, since he learned it to be able to speak to an Italian (girl)friend he met in Singapore. A great example for those who've got friendship ties as well as family relations within the Italian community or even within other ethnic communities. Being able to speak the language of those you care about, of grandparents and of the extended family, of friends and even merely of one's compatriots, is a sign of intelligence and sensitivity towards others. Furthermore, knowledge of a language opens 'horizons' on so many literary and scientific fronts other than the world of art." Legs. Swimsuits. Butts. Overwhelmed.
as me and YR work on a video trailer way into the incoming nightness. legs. swimsuits. butts. overwhelmed.
thats the screwdriver reduced to 5 frozen frames.
help me. im gonna be overnighting in school. turning straight?!
anyhows, heres a prayer to live by:
Our Lager,
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freudian
Love is
today, you couldve seen one. tomorrow, maybe another and it could be anyone really; a crush, a lust, a friend or a foe. they come from the unlikeliest circumstances and what you think should be may not be at all.
isn't it sad, the possibility that we could've already passed by a dozen chances at happiness?
isn't it more sad, the possibility that we may yet pass by another dozen chances at happiness in the future?
isn't it even more sad when you meet one to only realise that you're incapable of loving; incapable of knowing how to reciprocate love; incapable of surviving love?
so much so that people settle for the mediocre. settle for the semblance of love through polygamity and prostitution. settle for what they have, and what they think they can get. settle for simplicity and ignorance.
love is real, love can make wine of water but unfortunately, love is mostly rare.
if you have it, treasure it. if you don't, make that the purpose in your life. don't settle for the mediocre please. don't live a tragedy. BOMB
One Blind Man and a Dangerous Stick
me: "oh fuck! uncle are you ok??"
uncle: "ga bab ba ba b ablah blah blha!!!"
he started swinging his cane menacingly to his side and if he weren't blind, i would've sworn he was aiming for my head. i took a side step and backtracked towards the third bus, while holding a very normal conversation with noah... still. the blasted bus driver asked me to wait at the busstop as his bus was stationed out of the boarding area. i walked back to a busstop and a bus full of people looking at me in the most OMG look you've ever seen. i mean OMG it was fucking hard as hell to keep a straight face and pretend that nothing happened.... while holding a very normal conversation with noah... still. some kids started chuckling at me and i glared right through their silence.
***On a side note, ive been meaning to blog but just been too lazy to do it. i figure nows a good time as any to get back into routine. ta da! im back! Happybolster
its holiday season and ive got just 2 more projects to complete. i like. time to plan a trip. i want to see new things. time to plan my life. i want to make you happy. its the dog year now. i feel things are going to happen. big things. because i have the will to make it happen!
today i went down to my parent's church and met a whole host of people from days gone by. so this guy albert comes up to me 'wah danny you look so different now! so... radical! how, got girlfriend yet?'
i felt my mom pause for a moment as i watched her from the corner of my eye.
'no i don't have a girlfriend.'
then i put my hand around her waist and she put hers around mine as some blatently forced small talk which i wasn't in the least paying attention to ensued. words needn't be said because it's as simple as it can get. i love you mom. so much more than i dare to tell you. When
when you absolutely feel like partying at thumpers with all your friends, but decide against it to go for an uncertain 'date' with him because of that hope that it might just work
when you feel absolutely selfconscious of what you speak and how you look and your chest just beats and beats and the sounds is almost overwhelming
when you can look at him and get lost in those eyes of his, that arms of his and that killer smile of his.
when he messages you and you read the message again, again and over again like you just can't get enough of him
when he sends you home and you say goodbye but watch him leave the carpark in his 13 year old lancer and feel the sudden lapse in comfort
when you dont have sex with him on the first date, and you don't even kiss him... yet
when you cant get that intense smell of potpurri/car freshener/him off your mind
thats when you know, somethings gonna happen.
anyways, ash got free premiere tix for bareback mountain...oops brokeback mountain and hes asked me to go tomorrow! :) Octopus's Garden
I'd like to be under the sea
The Beatles
i am...
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Smell of Rain
