harlequinky

nugget of wisdom

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 13:32:01 GMT

G: Eh, who wrote The Jungle Book?

R: ...Phil Collins!

Just In Case People Occasionally Realize What I'm Talking About...

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 18:14:24 GMT

My Yolanda state of being has me looking back on sanity with only some nostalgia!

i hate offices, they stunt my social life.

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 09:09:23 GMT

We were not lovers, nor friends,
comrades, of gay math jokes and awkward schoolmate love,
then we didn't speak for a while.
my bruised ego, your distance, my silence, your silence-bruised ego.
sounding like car alarms in the dead of night,
everybody hearing,
but not doing anything because they know
we are lounging, lazing,
leaving love licking
itself,
cats on cold tin roofs.

humming to

Sat, 16 Feb 2008 16:55:16 GMT

For the first in a long time, I feel fulfilled-- peoples, auditions, liberalism, honey eyes, nerding out, and reading good news for once.

she's not that kind of a girl, booger!

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 11:43:56 GMT

My friend wishes she looked more Eurasian.
Somedays i wish i could just yank a paperbag over my head.

hello darkness, my old friend..

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 14:16:34 GMT

Sorry, uhum, excuse me, sorry.. HI!!

I don't know why, but I cannot bring myself to post.
Except for this one. Grrr.

Sometimes when you see great and not so great things, quaint and quiet pretty, you stand in awe, your cameras, your pens, hang limply in hand. Stop failing capture the sentiment, stop trying .. to make art out of their history, arrest your goddamn neurons for a bit and just look. In stopping to drink it all in, you take in too much, your faculties of thought slow down. And you're lost, drunk on beauty.

Zis has been the basic premise of my bumming stint.

Such dualityhas left this agog pav-lover floating in the sea of indecision, where usual Zen philosophies take you (tokyo!) drifting.
Aiyah. Saltwater melts your meringue-- trust me and my electric whisk. Cocoa too.

Btw. I like moulding young minds. All that evil and idealism is infectious. (:

jinx! you owe me a soda.

Sun, 18 Nov 2007 14:21:18 GMT

it seems to be that poets arrive at the same conclusions.

isingggggg,toyoumylover

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 13:11:59 GMT

"In a world regulated by market prices and dominated by rational choosers, we may have to put up with inequality."
-Anne Phillips

ha, ha, ms chua.

Wed, 29 Aug 2007 07:12:29 GMT

"Of course. You go to your job, right at the old hotel, left,
then left again. You love this job. Apt sounds
mark the passing of the hours. Seagulls. Bells. A flute
practising scales. You swap a coin for a fish on the way home."

"Then suddenly you are lost but not lost, dawdling
on the blue bridge, watching six swans vanish 20
under your feet. The certainty of place turns on the lights
all over town, turns up the scent on the air. For a moment
you are there, in the other country, knowing its name.
And then a desk. A newspaper. A window. English rain."
-Carol Anne Duffy's In Your Mind.

And just as a tidbit:
In Rudyard Kipling's Jungle Book stories, Raksha the Demon is the name of the Mother Wolf who adopts the 'man-cub' Mowgli.

Ooookay. Let's prepare for the aftermath.

schadenfreude-stricken

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 06:39:21 GMT

To blog is to be unafraid of mediocrity, one post at a time.

breakfast cereal is good fer ya

Sat, 11 Aug 2007 16:59:57 GMT

yessiree.

goddammit.

Thu, 09 Aug 2007 09:07:48 GMT

Reggie still makes me tear somehow. And while I'm sitting outside, reminded beyond comprehension that there's something so inherently fucking wrong with how I live, he turns to me, still smiling about the peanut's lament, and asks me if i'm okay.

(what did letters to cleo repeat in chorus? that it's cruel to be kind?)

embarrassed, i make a face, thinking he sees right through, and make an excuse.
"ohh, i just listened to loveology.."
he makes a face, half-believing tenderness.

statistical wisdom

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 05:19:55 GMT

For Steph, and everyone else out there living in hypothetical hell..

visit me in my dreams, jung

Thu, 02 Aug 2007 15:38:31 GMT

I keep tearing up nowadays, i dunt kno' why. i cant tell if i'm just tired and blah or actually sad. Or repressing something.
But i dont really want to deal with that.

"On nights like this
when the world's a bit amiss
and the lights go down
across the trailer park
I get down
I feel had
I feel on the verge of going mad
and then it's time to punch the clock

I put on some make-up
and turn up the tape deck
and pull the wig down on my head
suddenly I'm Miss Midwest
Midnight Checkout Queen
until I head home
and put myself to bed

I look back on where I'm from
look at the woman I've become
and the strangest things
seem suddenly routine
I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks
a gift-wrapped wig still in the box
of towering velveteen.

I put on some make-up
and some LaVern Baker
and pull the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Beehive 1963
Until I wake up
And turn back to myself

Some girls they have natural ease
they wear it any way they please
with their French flip curls
and perfumed magazines
Wear it up
Let it down
This is the best way that I've found
to be the best you've ever seen

I put on some make-up
and turn up the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett
from TV
until I wake up
and turn back to myself

Shag, bi-level, bob
Dorothy Hammil do,
Sausage curls, chicken wings
It's all because of you
With your blow dried, feather back,
Toni home wave, too
flip, fro, frizz, flop,
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
It's all because of you

I put on some make-up
turn up the eight-track
I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf
Suddenly I'm this punk rock star
of stage and screen
and I ain't never
I'm never turning back"
-Wig in a Box by Polyphonic Spree

Onion cures sianness

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 12:19:19 GMT

temporarily anyway. :]

back to the faeces! i mean. thesis!

All at once, fireflies and fireworks.

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 14:37:27 GMT

Quiet, petered out hibernation with John allusions, purple John economic bibles, and my John Jacob Jingle Hammer Smith.

SEEZ!

"oh, i'm alone, but that's okay. I have my self-righteous anger to keep me company at night.

Fri, 20 Jul 2007 15:17:47 GMT

Die, Malvolios of the world.
Or get over yourselves or something.
RESIST TRYING TO GRATIFY YOURSELVES SO YOU'LL FEEL ASSOCIATED WITH SOME KIND OF POWER.
UGH.

Nothing like righteous indignation to ruin a perfectly idyllic night.
But I guess I'm getting righteous about being righteous, eh.
Hoho.

(do people turn to righteousness because there's no knowledge that you can be absolutely sure except morality??)

[edit] but who cares right? hahah. why do i ask these qs. [/edit]

sentimentally bad sentence structure

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 14:29:59 GMT

I love love love it that she's back. I've frriggin missed the way we used to talk, just the two of us, and all at one moment be serious and then silly, and cynical and idealistic. It's twoway therapy that distance had stunted like mongoloid children, and as if a miracle cure for a little window in life, walk again, because, like we used to joke, we were each others crutches.

from the likes of The Fountain of Youth

Thu, 05 Jul 2007 07:10:00 GMT

"i love the chosen one!
loving him is lots of fun
we love the chosen one!
not as much as me!
i love him with all my heart
love him with my body parts!"
-worshippers of vince pretending to be the chosen one

...K.

looking at old smses!

Fri, 22 Jun 2007 13:54:25 GMT

britis haf destraayed ouver kantry fer hundred fifty ears.
laat us destraay theeir landguaage pharever. :D
haappy yindian yindependence day, yaar!

i confess.
i like mercury rev. okay i'm gone.

I feel like Indonesia,

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 07:51:36 GMT

Like I'm East Timor and the rest are Sumatra, Java, Bali,
spread of Malayan exotica and dilapidation,
of rainforest floors and burning tree canopies.
They are Papua, Sulawesi, Riau
recovering, half-smiling economies,
"Mem, i oso tak tahu."
Kalimatan, Aceh, Gerontalo,
people waving, scattered, tattered,
We're all islands in archipelagoes.

And the thing is, I haven't gone anywhere.
Except for Batam this weekend. Bubblegum for everyone!
Well. as much as I can get away with so they don't think I'm distributing their piratey goodness. ;)

DAMN.

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 11:00:05 GMT

I miss you guys. "( And beloved Breakfast Club. Absence fills the heart with nonsense. (naansense!) Hope UK is all the "rich living substance" it's made out to be! :D

On other things.
I really should be graphing (my future, yesyes) instead of watching my cat interrupt cockroach pron in my kitchen. SHE DOES THIS FOR FUN, I SWEAR. Speaking of...

KITCHENER WANTS YOU. TO MUG.
Okokokokokokokokokokok.
Sorry. My guilt's really getting to me.

big k rant hahah!

Fri, 11 May 2007 12:54:19 GMT

A Short, Almost Incomprehensible Rant

Allow me the honor of giving you a brief lesson in Big K's many otiose attributes. Without going into all the gory details, let's just say that K never stops boasting about her generous contributions to charitable causes. As far as I can tell, however, her claimed magnanimousness is completely chimerical and, furthermore, to believe that it is not only acceptable, but indeed desirable, to leave a generation of people planted in the mud of a scary, immature world, to begin a new life in the shadows of irreligionism is to deceive ourselves. The largest problem, however, is that I feel that writing this letter is like celestial navigation. Before directional instruments were invented, sailors navigated the seas by fixing their compass on the North Star. But K twists every argument into some sort of "struggle" between two parties. K unvaryingly constitutes the underdog party, which is what she claims gives her the right to crush the remaining vestiges of democracy throughout the world. Sure, she may have a right to separate people from their roots and cut their bonds to their natural communities, but we certainly don't have to stand idly by while she exercises that right.

To quote the prophet Isaiah, "Woe to ye who make our country spiritually blind". K's lamentations manifest themselves in two phases. Phase one: invade every private corner and force every thought into an inarticulate mold. Phase two: glamorize drug usage.

If I were elected Ruler of the World, my first act of business would be to complain about disorderly yokels. I would further use my position to inform certain segments of the Earth's population that K is not only immoral, but amoral. An ancient Greek once wrote something to the effect of, "Her central role in the promotion of insensate antagonism dates back a number of years." Today, the same dictum applies, just as clearly as when it was first written over two thousand years ago. Tell me something: Why does K insist on boring holes in the hull of the boat in which she herself is also a passenger? Well, I'm sure K would rather glorify neo-contemptible lamebrains than answer that particular question. Big K's "sincerity" is as transparent as the icy, uncaring look in her eyes. There, my ranting is finished.

(credit: Scott Pakin's automatic complaint generator)

Paintball Plains, hopefully!

Fri, 11 May 2007 12:52:31 GMT

I sat today on the 853, narrowed my eyes on a patch of sunlight on Geylang Lor 1, and pretended I was in la rioja, spain, turning into some dinky alley on a new disinfectant-smelling bus. That I was disappointed that upon my travelling halfway across the world to the place of exotica, it looked exactly the same as the ugly island I had left, same dilapidation and moribund mentalities. Yet the charm was there, because I loved it, and there was no Hokkien, only espanol, and there was mardi gras, and spanish portugese mexican food (!) and people I didn't know yet...

Pics credit: lecamembertmagique

Ahhh. Pretty afternoon that my incoherence does no justice to. ;)

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 05:24:17 GMT

Hurhur.
The four days of farting around were ...
The two performance nights and the morning afters were ...
The Love and Food were ... and ERGH, repectively.
And the Babies were ...!

Four days of beautiful holidaying, mindlessness and incestuo-erotic, gastro-orgasmic phun.

[edit] Storylines watching storylines,
only one side unaffected affection,
And twin baldies walk in--- goddammit.

It's so hard to think poetic when your effin' cat is in heat.