Hey there, Delilah.

As you can see, I have a new ah, hobby.

Taking time off being a pirate and all that, y’all. Vacation kinda thang.

I like the glasses bit. It’s not often you see glasses perched precariously like that on wood panels, you know.

And these. One of my more recent hoardings. It has significant overtures. Really. Like capitalism, the wealthy, illnesses, death, and etc. I’ll let you guys in on the more meaningful meanings behind the works another time.

Escapism. The wealthy degraded to living like beggars and fleeing.

I’ve tons more to share, but right now I’m all jittery and excited for later.

The Moon Is A Torn Fingernail.

Its times like these when you wish your hair would go on and hurry up dry so that you can finally sleep and not wake up the next morning with a head of crazy hair.  

Its times like these when you then think that cutting your hair short now, would be a totally swell idea.

Its times like these when you happen to look back on your past entries and after a good bout of cringing, turn your nose up at them.

Its times like these when you wonder; just what the hell did you get yourself into, when you consider the present; and then going on to picture a variety of scenarios resulting in a spectrum of possibilities bounded by newfound courage or despair.

Its times like these when you’re doing your periodical bout of pondering, that you decide that Electric President is truly a jolly good band to listen to because their sound just enhances your contemplation without going overtly depressed – just a good dose of reality sung in a [The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time] manner.

Its times like these when you roll your eyes as you type this sentence because you know you’ll once again, on a future fine day, look back at entries like these and cringe and turn your nose away anyways.

Its times like these when you revel in the truth of lyrics and then go on to describe the moon as a torn fingernail henceforth.

Run, Forrest, Run.

Such an awesome movie. :)

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I think I’m really, really addicted to coffee. It’s the sort of irreversable addiction and irresistable inclination that presently seems impossible to shove aside.

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Actually my underlying reason for hitting in some pointless rambles is to post the following gorgeous images up.

All done on wood panels by Audrey Kawasaki. She’s awesome.

Don’t worry. I’ve censored all the censorable bits. Pity.

Isn’t the detail on wood amazing?

Isn’t this just beautiful in all its simplicity? I love how her eyes are not all that perfectly equally shaped. I love her long black hair, and I love how there are mysterious red colours in the picture.

As they say, simplicity is style. :)

Black Mirror.

Just because.

Cher, this totally reminds me of you.

Like, these are so totally Jason’s bestest friends on earth. Heh.

I find the above pretty disturbing but weirdly fascinating. But rest assured its about the mildest amongst the others I’ve seen. Wouldn’t want to get kicked out by wordpress.

Doesn’t this just remind you of that old girl pop band, M2M?

This should be framed up in every dental clinic.

This should be the mascot for global warming. Or Earth Day.

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And this. I find this really beautiful in its warp-ness.

No, really. Don’t you?

Its the epitome of saying goodbye.

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Oh look, this is pretty nice too.

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Nine more days. Nine Inch Nails. Maybe I should being a nail to work each day now as I inch towards the victorious day.

Y’all.

They make me, make me dream your dreams.

I’m falling in love with Muse all over again, just so you know.

The other day at work I was over at someone’s cubicle and I heard faintly familiar strains coming from the opposite cubicle. And so of course, I naturally gravitated towards the opposite cubicle to accertain that it was indeed Muse that was softly playing.

And of course, it was.

So again, in the spur of the moment, I bounced and flounced and blurted out half-whisperingly, half-wonderingly to the occupant – IS THAT MUSE???

It was, indeed.

And so we shook hands, introduced ourselves, and started talking about muse (he let loose that he shares all of their songs on the company server). The short conversation ended a little awkwardly but hey – it somewhat mirrored the random outburst with prof goh.

Weird, indeed.

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I love Screenager, btw. The Rachmaninoff Riff has been terrifically adapted.

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Watched a documentary documenting the Mount St. Helens eruption the other night, and I felt quite depressed after it. Probably because they re-enacted the scenes so bloody realistically and convincingly. Twas wasn’t the first documentary about Mount St. Helens I watched, but it was possibly the most graphic and well, most impactful. Probably because I studied about it in geography before. But it was a damn good documentary nevertheless.

I still can’t stop thinking about the crazy lateral eruption though. Shudder.

Y’all.

Map of Your Head.

I have quite enough dealings with maps. You know, I see them everyday at work. Pfft.

But this particular Map, which is of Your Head, is special. Because it maps the route to -

SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLES, Y’ALL!!!

And finally, I’ll be able to see it danced to, live. YES YES YES YES YES.

(4th, I just had to share the good news. I feel like turning up the beat and groovin’ to it already. Tis AWSMZ, y’all.)

Anyways. It’s been an extremely trying period lately.

Because of my severe, and I stress, severe, lack of memory space, in my laptop, I’ve taken several measures; the most painful measure involving curbing the memory reduction by reducing potential expansion.

(Alright so although I know an obvious solution is to purchase an ext. hard drive, I’m currently so broke and broken that I’m more un-fixable than Humpty Dumpty, that I just can’t squeeze out for an ext. drive. Period. Oh, just let me whine.)

And so for the past couple of weeks that has turned into months, necessity has forced me to stop visiting my virtual, musically-inclined hallowed places.

I feel quite out of the loop already. I visited several of those sites yesterday to search for a song, and I felt like a foreigner doing my rounds.

After I tidy my perpetually-messy table, I’ll have to find some sort of solution.

After all, this hiatus can’t last forever. Right?

Must. Resist. For. Now.

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I hung out with Bridgette for a bit during the last weekend. Grin.

It was a blast, wasn’t it? ;)

Aww so adorable. ;)

I mean, referring to Bridgette. I look like a retard because I was overjoyed at finally having Bridgette in my arms and, well. Snort.

But thanks Hui! :) We had an AWSMZ time didn’t we!

P.S. I see somebody’s legs in the reflection in the car! Could that be you, Cher?? 

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Alright. I feel so tired. I think I should head to sleep now. I think I’ve been laughing way too much in the day. At work. At lunch.

I probably have great abs now.

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Jo, in all seriousness, was trying to half-whisper to me, that China on the map, actually resembles the outline of a Chicken. She learnt that from her Chinese teacher. So, simply identify a chicken shape on the world map and you would have roughly identified China, said Jo. We were using Google Earth, and she decided to show me China so as to highlight the supposed Chicken shape. And as she was trying to convince me, lecturing me on the finer points on how the Chicken-China looks like, she typed C-H-I-C-K-E-N in the Google Earth text box meant for the subject location on Earth.

Like.

I think we laughed in silent fits for a good ten minutes. No shit.

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Hm, I never got to find out whether the Chicken-China theory stands.

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Running Up That Hill (is a song by Placebo) -

I know you probably don’t read this, and I don’t know the right words to say either. All I can give you, are some supermassive hugs and prayers. See you soon I hope! Much ♥

Surprisingly Sushi-Skinny.

More pictures from the tourist enclave, y’all.

I love the pictures below, the best. I mean how often do you find this in such areas?

I deduce that enclave tourists don’t explore places that are seemingly far from comfort.

Awesome, isn’t it. They look like mini-grand canyons.

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The scariest part of my stay there, was the beginning when the bus (that picked us up from the terminal) turned round the bend and into the main entrance. The sight that greeted my eyes made my blood halt to a screeching stop in its arteric journeys. No shit. A bunch of people who were dressed similarly were positioned at the front steps doing a sort of body shaking, intensive hyper dance, waving frantically and the like. After two seconds I realised it was sort of a welcome thing. After another two seconds my blood reluctantly decided to plod along its daily route.

After yet another two seconds I was wondering what the heck I was getting myself into. And then when we alighted, they were all smiles and bigass grins handing you cold towels and iced drinks for refreshment. Anyways.

Still, all the energetic waving scared the shit out of me. Unexpected, you know.

When we left we had the same treatment. Uggh.

I’m thinking if they really do enjoy this part of their job, or what. Don’t you think its a little, say, too much? Hmm.

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Today at work, I learnt how to count from one to ten in french! :)

I realise I’ve been ending posts quite abruptly. I rather like it.

I’ll be going now.

Y’all.

Seducing the Sushi-Skinny.

This is for Hui, who is having an evil bout of flu and tenacious tummy trouble.

The above bloke does not need to be introduced; rather, gushing is expected.

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To balance the wide-eyed factor, the below is therefore, well, placed below.

To curb the eerie factor, here’s something more pleasant.

Actually I can’t decide which I like better.

Anyways.

Okay its bedtime.

Am off.

Take the L out of Lover and its Over.

A rather ancient song by The Motels, but pretty good nonetheless.

Another four more weeks of work. I wish it’ll hurry on by.

Another periodical wave of determination to do Unspeakable things to That-Which-Must-Remain-Unnamed.  This is an Unprecedented tsumani sort of wave of determination. Seriously. Why can’t it just take a rain check until I need it?

And I revel in the knowledge that I’m simply confusing everyone who’s reading this. Snort.

P.S. Have a safe trip Cheese!:)

P.P.S. I dreamt the other night that 4th and I went over to the UK without changing money into pounds, and we had to buy hamster feed (or was it laundry detergent?). It was an entire bagful that we had to literally drag back to the house. And a line of ants were following us, too. I think they were eying the stuff we were dragging. And as we left Singapore in a hurry, our backpacks were quite sparsely equipped. But we felt relieved because we remembered to bring our passports to whip ‘em out at the airport. Weird dream. I know.

Am off.