Monday, August 07, 2006

three unrelated photos.

I was just looking at the wall above my table. There used to be a gazillion photos pasted up on it (relatively outdated, but they remain relevant), and over time, most of them have fallen off, sucked into the swirling vortex of my room, aka the Black Hole. Even Jess agrees with me, on its invisible but unmistakable presence in my room. Things just go missing somehow. I had to buy three erasers over the course of the week.

So, it used to look like this:

And now, it's just a smattering of a few pathetic photos on the wall, concert ticket stubs, and a leaflet of the Barbican library opening hours. (Now, that is hatefully relevant!) Blue acne as opposed to a proud riot of colours, the poor wall actually looks like it's going through the painful stages of puberty - hello, adolescent!

Just for fun, this is how my bedroom used to look like:

I'm afraid there isn't any more floor space, and it doesn't even remotely resemble that of the above. I'd put up a picture of the current state of my room, but some things are too embarrassing to share.

And since all things come in threes, here's one of the many photos from our trip to Wales last April. This is taken by Jeremiah somewhere up along Mount Snowdon:

Look at the veiled promise of eternal sunshine! Feed on the musky scent of the evergreen! (The trauma of scaling, no, crawling up the steep slopes, is abruptly forgotten and romanticised. In this blasted summer heat, who can actually recall the biting sensation of cold? That's life - a montage of selective memories.)

May I dream of Mount Snowdon tonight, and its blue, blue skies.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

quattro formaggi, cover my eyes.
do not wake me up when September ends.
vell, the point i vonted to make woz J L J L J L J.
feeling pained.
oversleeping.
one thing at a time.
I bet you're an Aunty at heart too.
it's one of those days.
procrastinating #x.
birthday photos part 2, and 800quid.

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.