Snappy

Snapping keeps me sane. I'm far from good.. But like most things I
chose to do, I enjoy it. This book holds a year worth of Polaroid and
diana x instax shots.. And maybe a random photobooth snap or two. I
had a book cover to cover full of purikura (sticker booth- 'Print
Club') shots took while I was in japan.. Lost it a couple of years
back. Someone broke into my boyfriend's car and somehow decided to
take the album too. Crap. But yeah. Was told if I stick to digital,
this wouldn't have happened. Pfft. I analog it still.

roleplay

hows your sunday so far stranger? i believe it only just begun. play your roles right today stranger. dont give them the benefit of the doubt. everyones got a part to play but its you who decides how to bring the character to life. you questioned my part... now that push comes to shove... *evil thoughts*

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told u so.

stranger, if there is one thing you're so damn sure about me, it has to be that nothing surprises me. one thing that will sure surprise me is if you dont jump to conclusion that my life is a total bore because of it. you got the concept wrong there. i told you before, it is because i expect the worst... all the time. so, 'nothing' in this context really is just bad news. i'm the easiest person to surprise really. just be nice. yeap. because you and i know, thats the hardest thing to do.

for a stranger, you know nothing but enough to win a trivia. knowing but not believing is not good enough though. i say you'll only be up to par if you believe that i'm truly a very shy person who prefers a night in. no? then not yet.

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Second delight

I'll let you in this one time, stranger,
Trade time for secrets? Here's mine.
I'll steal your heart one day.
You'll see.

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disregarding phenomena

oh stranger, btw,

i hate how the world is listening to death cab for cutie because of new moon. as much as i hate them listening to dashboard confessional because of spiderman. fcuk them sideways. i know you agree with me. i know you and i see eye to eye on this one. new mooners cant relate to us if we talk about chris walla. new mooners have no idea and dont even give if ben gibbard has a side project. congratulations dcfc for the pot of gold. granted. i will still hum to you but this one has an atrocious effect and you know it. stranger, maybe i should start humming to yours. yes, maybe this marks it.

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carving forever

stranger, where's that danger? i took a break from you for a bit to see this from a distance. but guess what, i like it from near, i like it from far. i'm your loyal spectator breathing in while i can. feel free to turn around and walk away, i'll truly feel the lost but i'll send you off and wave. so far our path intertwine (not all coincidently) and may there be those excruciating silence we're still paving the same road. awesome. btw, i've been thinking of engraving both my black mac and my black 16gb iphone. i know the hardest part is the design but i never thought it would be this hard. its the same reason why i can never have a tattoo (besides its against my religion) -i'm indecisive. i'm looking for something with a deeper level of meaning to me than just aesthetic value. it also must not have the effect of "what the hell was i thinking?" the morning after. yes, a well thought out design instead of a drunken one-nighter. so stranger, meet me on the equinox... i'll bring the moleskine if you bring clutch pencils.

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strangling current

stranger, stranger,

i enjoy journeys as much as destinations. i dont know about you but i guess it doesnt matter if you're game to find out. will we? would you believe if i say i just want to learn you. call me a crazy obsessed stalker. call me weird. but you're intriguing i cant help myself. destination is unknown but that makes it more interesting. i dont even care to think about it now. just sweep me up stranger.

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of heat and exhibitions

last weekend marked the start of summer break for me. heat from walls and floors. fan speed at 2. warm towels. but the most significant sign was the tiny beach thats slowly developing in my shower. a little bit of bronte, coogee, bondi to start of with.

but its cold again today?! sigh.

on another note, five of my shots are up at the sydney lomography embassy (blender gallery). i'll post up photos of it if i'm in time to see it again today. its the last day today but i'm heading to COFA's annual. we'll see.

summer, peek between the partially soaked clouds and melt me again like you always do. till then?

scraping hours

its funny how comfortable and not bothered i was living in a pile of mess through out the whole semester. now that i've revamped the studio i am yet to come up with the perfecto mundo . i'm still pushing things around, relocating stuffs over and over and over. which explains me still up at 3am. then again, after wasting my day time, this is me trying hard to recover the lost hours. so far so good. pretty satisfied with myself tonight. i got the entries for the exhibition fixed and all i have to do now is to get it to the printers. if only i had done in during the day... sigh. but yeah, 6 pieces all together and they are all rockin. all that waiting and doing nothing pushed me hard. i was so motivated that i even prepared extra pieces, but thats another story. and at this very moment my fingers are dancing with the pen, something i long to do but have to stop. i need sleep. i blame "once upon" thats going on in amBUSH. the prints were amazing that i knew i have to start sketching again. and i will. after i get my much needed sleep.

ah before i go, yes, i have developed a thing for writing letters to strangers. since its obvious i will never get to mail it, i guess its best for it to be open letters. one thing i did a lot during the semester was to write endings.. i was thinking of sharing it here but decided otherwise. we'll see. oyasumi.

questioning fiction

dear stranger,

i really want to know. would you run with me? i know you've been sending me answers in raindrops when i'm under shelter and telling it to the mute and deaf to pass to me. try again. try again. dont give up leaving me wandering wondering alone.

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weaving in fiction

dear stranger,

lets dance to our heart beat
and create ripples with stale bread
between frozen mental shots
till the sun gets swallowed.

but till then?

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stop (e)motion

dear stranger,

i like spending hours watching stop motion. well, i guess if someone devoted their time painstakingly putting it together, the least i could do is watch it. i would actually love to make a stop motion that i could call my own. it will be of me and you jumping on trampoline. one frame. will that still count? i guess it would not matter. i am really interested in stop motion, mr stranger. the way i see it, it could actually be stop emotion. you know, like frozen emotion. to be appreciated in each frame. i dont know. i just think i would love jumping trampolines with you and then spend the next few moments rolling on the grass catching our breaths. and i would like to document it.

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living in fiction

dear stranger,

we had a lot of things in common that night. more than you know. i appreciate you sharing the silence with me. your smile has faded away from my memory but i still remember how it made me smile. in fact, it still makes me smile. you dont know how i shivered on the bar stool learning you. we exchanged nothing but each and every one of it, meaningful. i'm not hoping for a replay or a sequel as we live for the moment, but it would be nice to embrace each other's presence once more.

we put local bars and semi farewells in a different light.

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