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Wednesday, July 04, 2007'♥

-drudgery, drudgery no more.-

listening : fires at night - the firefight.

When boredom and staleness sets in - when biological clock fuses and have you live days as that of the dead, (with the short length of days, and ill usage of time),-when you are convinced that your body rouses only to eat , you really find yourself no more accomplished than that of a table, a chair, a oven, a mug, or a toothpick.

So i have been back for 2 weeks now.

Yet,i have been practically reduced to this state of non- existence except that ,i am still capable of rearing those ugly horns of anger and displeasure to everyone else.
I have been nasty to all, whom (i think) will never understand my anxiety, for my appeal, for my school term to start.

Upcoming,
-Union camp (jul)
-NUS, Sch of Design and Environment (aug)
-China, Haikou (dec).
-Bangkok with gun (dec)
-Exchange ( 2008)


I wish i can have a tooth pick . A tooth pick, to scratch these convictions and resolutions on the traces of time.

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new works up at the e-epiphany! :C)

12:11 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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theng. yy. greg. elvin. weidong. leong.s shan. mich. sharon. nana. huisien.


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