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Thursday, May 31, 2007'♥

-the proletariat in the amber circle of solace-


vodkas,beers, marshmallows, munchies,talks,gore,laughs, murtabaks, lemonades, rotijohn.


they are really all you need for a good stayover.


thank you.
honey yy. and unkeryoohoo.


again! again!

:)

3:59 PM



Wednesday, May 30, 2007'♥

i am..i am... i am chasin' your tail lights tonight!





8:10 PM



Tuesday, May 29, 2007'♥

- 'pedestrian' movie plot-

if there's anything really left in this extremely vapid drudgery( commonly known as ' life'), that can excite me , that would be the new zeros in the bank.

since i have been in the poverty rut for the longest time,and having to accustom that it's commonplace that my wretched life should be without the wonders of retail therapy, i am now , at loss , on how and what to buy. so much for being decadent and indulgent.

boo.

I am bored beyond belief. i am showering more these days, just to kill time. that's how bored i really am.But i am not done with my books, films and musik too.

It's in 12 days time i will be off in a jet plane to freeze my ass off in the alps, and i am not in the least bit excited.

To be honest, i think i am looking forward to school. I reckon,a change of environment, a change of people, will be good.

Did i mention, if there's anything that rox my sox now. it would be donuts.NO. not those dumb fluffy donuts that idiots with a capital I, que for at raffles. my surebliss only cost me seventy cents.

oh yes, know what's the best accompaniment to mynew found sugary love? let it be men with goatee. mhmm. spell P-I-E-R-R-E P-N-G. please. wooh. a donut in one hand and a pierre png dipped in hot chocolate in the other. mhhhmmm. now, that's how i redefine -'sinful'-


anyway. for all concerned friends out there. life has been good, for me.

goodbye all.

good bye to gun who's jetting off to hongkong.bon voyage, beech! many loves!

1:06 AM



Sunday, May 27, 2007'♥

Photo Of The Day.

you reap what you sow.


1:35 AM



Thursday, May 24, 2007'♥

KTM Railway Station,
Tanjong Pagar,
23 May2007,Wednesday
Nikon d50,18-55mm,vivitar 70-210mm,
Eloera Jesusa Woon.

+++++++++
when life's strewn on his hands ,
with dwindling hopes and battered souls,
she believes.


6:53 PM



Monday, May 21, 2007'♥



You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin'
You're irreplaceable.

say 'no' to partyin on wed and friday please.


10:25 AM



Sunday, May 20, 2007'♥

-choux pastry heart-

First reminder to myself on the twenty first day of the fifth month of year '07 :
to stop coopin at home . say no to read,eat,sleep, and diaohorrea.

Second reminder to myself on the twenty first day of the fifth month of year '07 :
to pick up that meanmachine for a due deserving trigger euphoria.

Third reminder to myself on the twenty first day of the fifth month of year '07 :
to fight flab and all nasty habits. major detox.say no to carbs.

Forth reminder to myself on the twenty first day of the fifth month of year '07 :
to remind mom to buy toliet paper.

Fifth reminder to myself on the twenty first day of the fifth month of year '07 :
think about your camera lens, agnes b and guess bags. decadence vs opulence.

sixth reminder to myself:
art films shoppin for arts week, with yy and eug.


for a new week. for a new e.

10:19 PM



'♥


Photo Of The Day.

Conurbations.
Bay Bridge, San Franciso,Fall '05.



5:11 AM



Friday, May 18, 2007'♥

Photo Of The Day.

winding through my doors. again and again .



+++++++++++++++++++++++++
the willow and her soldier.

parched, fallow and forgotten;
it weeps , it weeps,
it weeps with the wind.
marred, dusty and uprooted.
it bleeds, it bleeds,
it bleeds with his bayonet.




11:47 PM



'♥

-some gay 'lovin, please!-



mae-embers and envelopes

here's mae for you. can i say,hearing them again, just.makes.my. day.

it's friday, and i am not, pleased at all to report to all, of my new permanent residency status at the toliet bowl.
if diahorrea kills, then, let me die as a bag of bones. HAH!
so even kate moss will envy me.


goodbye world. hello shite and tolietbowl.

11:53 AM



Thursday, May 17, 2007'♥

- nostalgia of the good'o days.-




where shopping carts are huger than huge,
where the food galore spoils all who has discerning palates with wretched wallets,
where glass and noodles becomes a orgasmic dish that leaves you moaningg 'oooohhhhhh myyyy paaaaddd thai.'
where all automobiles scoot around with a electric motor,

we all know we <3 our land of saswadees.




i miss my land of the saswadees.so very much. :c/


10:50 PM



Tuesday, May 15, 2007'♥

-the den.-
the mono-antishag pad.


home for the bums.

the workstation.



8:50 AM



'♥

tagged.

Here’s the rules; Cut and paste if you decide to participate in the tagging game. Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog.


6 weird things about me
1) i will want to pee really, like really really badly when i have got pins and needles in the legs.
2) i have got a fire emergency bag,containing all my survival must-haves, stashed under my bed.
3) i have soft spot for men with belly hair,dreadlocks and goatee, but not hairy legs .
4) i sleep with my mum, still. cos i am afriad of the dark. wussie i know. SO WHAT.
5) i used to collect plasters,bandi-aids and the last time i calculated, i have got $500 worth of em.
6) i can live without anything,anything at all,but mum's doublecombopeanutbutter sandwich and milk and cornflakes.



So, now i’m gonna tag :
1) YY 2) fit 3) lioneel 4) ah leong ( cos you havent been blogging for the longest time la!) 5) nana 6) leene

1:37 AM



Monday, May 14, 2007'♥

-wednes' day night-

it's 2 more days.

2 more days, partaye people!


holla back!

8:34 PM



Saturday, May 12, 2007'♥

retrospect .

it's me sitting here alone, yet again, with the laptop screen staring (mocking?) right back at me. i tried concocting some drinks , with all that i could find. gin,cordial, vodka,malibu, baileys some juice and milk. Obviously, mixing a drink or two for myself wasnt exactly the best way to kill all that dissenting emotions and boredom in me. i am still sober, or least i think i still am.

maybe , i was trying too hard to get that alcohol in my system, so i can sleep everything away, alittle easier . sleeping hasnt been easy on me lately. mom says i have been talking in my sleep.
was i dreaming? or was i trying to say what i couldnt and didnt say in the day?

i dont even know what is going on these days . i have got people telling me, i need to go easy. on myself, on my conscience, on everything that i want out of this life.
they tell me, life is good. i have got a good mom, and that life' s starting anew.

maybe,maybe. maybe, i have been trying too hard, fighting too hard to get back this state of normalcy ,for so long, that i even forgot what it was like. did i say,i dont want to go back to how it was.

i told lionel. lighting up 's like an antiseptic. it sedates,it offers assurance. it gives you peace. it kills what's hurting. it plasters your wounds.

can i just remind myself, that i dont need anybody.

10:12 PM



'♥

-the random mismatched-

i am really not sure how and why things happen the way they do?

it has been a long time that i even bother to call someone up at all, or at least knowing i have got a good mind to call that person up the moment he wakes up every morning?

then, it's also been able to talk , for hours on the phone, and amazingly to make use of all alternative modes of communique to well, continue with everything we can come up with to talk and discuss?

then it's also how we will hang out, and seriously, just talk non-stop, with hardly any intermission, from the moment we lay our eyes on each other, till we bid our last good bye?


we share this deep passion for alternative musik.we enjoy rediscovering the new wonders of the musik scene.we become film and musik critics crouching and poring over books and albums in book stores. it wasnt the blinding lights of the urban jungle, neither is it the basking in the weekend crowd that made our friday night. it's really the conversations, every laughter, every word.


am i in love?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
AHAHHAHAH WTF. CANT BE LA. IT'S FREAKING YY, THE LADYBOY IN ACTION. YY. EVEN COUPLES DONT DO THINGS THAT WE DO LA.

WE ARE TURNING LESBIANS, YY. ACCEPT IT.

ONE DAY, WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT, YOU WILL SPROUT A TAUGAY SIZED WEENIE. AND YOU WILL BE MY dARLiNGZXzxZXz OKAYE?


HAHA!

12:05 AM



Friday, May 11, 2007'♥

-

havent you heard, the songs are no longer playing?

havent you seen, the chairs are empty?

havent you realise, the pages are torn?

if you still cant get what i am really saying.

please. just. leave. me . alone.

please.

if you havent already realised, i have moved on to my new life. and you are and will never be part of it.


so quit trying.
period.

2:43 PM



'♥

-maybe i am just SO NOTTT tired-

okaye at 3.43am, you have 2 emogonegirl buds, thrashin abt random shite and musik online. and of course, exchanging a good dosage of musik to drown all, but our angstyness away.

so here goes. as tall as lion's freaking emo. but it's good la. no screamos for me, no cradle of filth please.


3:43 AM



Thursday, May 10, 2007'♥

Photo Of The Day .

scorch the conscience.


8:42 AM



Wednesday, May 09, 2007'♥

lionel insisted that i watch this youtube video? and i was wondering what's with all that suspense and urgency?


so yeah.


WTF.
THANKS ARH.

5:49 PM



'♥

-dilemma-

i am always torn between a good online convo and a good read.
i am always torn between a good read and a good photography trip.
But these days i think i am too caught up with reading to have time for anything else.

I have been reading quite a bit.I must say, it's quite a mind fucking adventure, considering how vastly different the subjects of my reads are.

Anyway, this has been on my mind for a while now, and i just need an outlet for this cranial churning.

It's queer how we never seem to realise that we are more attuned to personal cues than contextual and situational cues, when it comes to the thinking of a person's character? we often tag a particular character trait to a person and disregard how circumstantial and situational factors can render that trait invalid and untrue. It's like we are constantly trying to reach a dispositional conclusion , instead of a contextual explanation to a person's actions, simply because it's so much easier that way.


Well,wont you agree, that everyone behave and speaks differently in the various enviroments and circumstance they are in? they act accordingly to what they seem will render the most positive outcome of their own emotions and emotions of the social peers and counter parts? If everyone has the propensity to be of every trait, be it callousness,benevolent, generous, passive, warm, dependant, independant, so on and so forth? wont it unfair to qualify and assess that person's true worth based simply on our own cognitive bias, and how that person acts when he's with us?

Its no fault of anyone to be that way. It 's simply how our mind works, a glitch in that highly complex processor up there. we like to keep things simple. it's going to be too much of a hassle to evaluate a person in every possible situation and thus make sense of it all and make decisions accordingly.

I cant reach a conclusion as yet. it's quite a handful going on in my brain now.But at least, i do think that character isnt a stable ,easily identifiable set values and traits, like how we think it is? it's more of a loosely bound bundle of habits and tendencies, dependant on circumstances. It seems that people has almost this consistent character,but it's really only so because of repetition. We have a repetition of a tendency, behaviour in a familiar enviroment, that we think can and will result in the most positive outcome of our emotions and acceptance from people around us. Simply, the consistency of a character stems from our ability in controlling environment that we are familiar in. So does it mean, that we can only see the true worth of a person, when that person is in threat , and in foreign situation? well, not really too. Actions and decisions is that situation is probably quite skewed too. After all, they are based on intuitions without adequate knowledge . Rational behaviour can only be a result of sufficient knowledge and predictability of the outcome, no?
alright. anyway, for those who wants to know what i have been busy with. here's it. a section of my new revamped den.
:D mum says, it's like a diskco. WTH. but yeaaaaah im lovin' it.


now readin' - sara paretsky - a taste of life
now listenin'- The pushtwangers - electric child
now eatin' - banana nut crunch with oats and multigrain milk. YUMMAY!

12:19 PM



Tuesday, May 08, 2007'♥


-satchets of apologies on the jet plane-

i am sorry for always giving you empty promises, and disappointing you time and time again.
i am sorry for not being able to celebrate your birthday .
i am sorry for not being able to meet up as often as i think we should.
i am sorry for not dropping by your place to help you pack last night.
i am sorry for not being able to send you off at the airport later.

i am sorry how i disappeared from our friendship for the past few months.
i am sorry for not being able to reply your online msgs.
.
.
.
.
.
.
i am sorry that despite all, you still stuck around,as my best friend, as my elthevin.
i am sorry that i havent being the best friend that you are to me.

i am sorry.but do know that , as rotten as a friend as i am, nothing i say can ever be enough to tell you how much you mean to me.

i love you.


9:49 AM



Monday, May 07, 2007'♥

-ice kachang, red ruby and 1 ice jelly kosong please!-




okaye! it's a groggy mon morn and i woke up with this melange of all that tastes at the tip of my tongue. cravings! cravings! cravings! yarh. so what if mum has been complaining that i am having cravings like some pregnant woman.

i am GREEDY what.

so yes.
the early morning preggie's cravings:
1. red ruby
2. ice jelly kosong from ayer rajah market
3.bibimbap from jurong
4.onigiris
5.pratas from the railmall and thomson plaza
6.coffee+tea from cine
7. farmboy salad from nydc.


anyway , it's kaiser chiefs that are on the repeat mode of my ancient ipod now. wooootS. RUBY ! RUBY! RUBY!
okaye. EVERYTHING IS AVERAGE NOWADAYS is good too!(* coughs go google it on your own! i am a lazy beech.) it's super upbeeat too. YES. BEAT ALL THAT MONDAY BLUES!

9:15 AM



Friday, May 04, 2007'♥

I AM REALLY QUITE SAD NOW.
:(
THE WALLPAPER MEN WONT BE COMING TILL WEDNESDAY...
THAT MEANS..
1.*e WILL BE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH TILL THEN..
2. *e WONT HAVE A FUNKY ROOM TILL WED.
3.*e CANT HAVE FUNKY SLEEPOVERS WITH HER FUNKY FRIENDS.
WTF. HAVENT I WAIT ENOUGH @?!@?!#!#

5:38 PM



'♥




IT'S UBER OLD. BUT I TELL YOU, CKY CRACKS THE SHITE OUT OF ME . ALWAYS.

SO ANYWAY RAAB ATE 18 LAXATIVES. FUNKAYE SHITE

2:26 PM



Thursday, May 03, 2007'♥

-camera-

She, who trips on this tightrope.

Her soliloquy begins;
as a song that resonates-
in the ears of the deaf, a monologue for the voiceless .

Her thoughts dizzying and fazed;
is a dance of a travesty-
of the riots of her dreams ,of the still waters of her life.

Wont they revel in this godly spectrum of light ,
Wont they peer through those eyes of her soul;
It's for them,she paints a panaroma of these myriad beautiful lies.



3:31 AM



Wednesday, May 02, 2007'♥

- ooooo, tell me please!-





the hives. EFFING COOOOOL PLEASEEE!!!!

hmmm Pelle Almqvist is , well, hmmmm :D_

10:16 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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