Thursday, April 19, 2007

Trash.

To the little skank and your two friends who intentionally tripped PCB on the tram earlier and mouthed off when addressed ("You want my fist in your face?!"): I almost wish you'd initiated something just so I could have the satisfaction of whacking your little skank face across the lip.

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Despite my rage I am still
Just a rat in a cage

"Bullet with Butterfly Wings" - Smashing Pumpkins

Monday, April 16, 2007

Stadium arcadium.

Watching Top Design makes me want to completely overhaul and revamp my room... AGAIN! Nevermind that it'll be the third time that I've done so in the past 3 (I think) years, but just look at that loft! Carissa totally should've won; just based on that bed alone...












The full loft, completely designed from scratch (it was a stark bare apartment before!).












The living room.












Lead-in to the "bedroom".












The pièce de résistance ... the bedroom. Just LOOK at that bed! It's sunken into the floor, so it pretty much is a pit of plush pillows with an incredible 6-storey view out through the full-length window.

I doubt the folks would be take kindly to me recreating a pit in my room (not that I have the space for it), so that's sadly out... but I totally dig that pigeon-hole motif going on. I actually do have similar grilles, so maybe if I repaint the walls (AGAIN) and get an ebony shelf that almsot extends to the ceiling... Of course, by the time I actually do get back to flogging-land most of my enthusiasm will probably have been replaced by procrastination and horror at the sheer amount of work involved...

Anyhow, a girl can fantasize... I wonder how a red back wall would look? :x

[All pics taken from www.bravotv.com.]

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Everybody's talking how I can't be your love
But I want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real

Everything's falling, and I am included in that
Oh, how I try to be just okay
Yeah, but all I ever really wanted was
A little piece of you

"Be Be Your Love" - Rachael Yamagata

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Sunday, April 15, 2007

Wade in the water.

Thanks to PCB who re-introduced Suede's (where did they go?) gorgeous "She's In Fashion". It is so on repeat at the moment. Here's the music vid courtesy of youtube... Brett Anderson totally looks like he's lip-synching. :P



Just one question: What does "She's the shake of a tambourine" mean?

And the water supply's back up; turns out it was a burst water main outside. I've never been quite so happy to shower... goes to show I totally can't do NS even if (for whatever perverse reason) I wanted to; I'd never make it past 2 days.

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The best intentions are fraught with disappointment.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

She's in fashion.

I can't wait for winter to arrive. There's just something stark and melancholy; even stately, about the way the sky carries its perpetually grey demeanor. We're gradually moving into autumn now, and although the weather is definitely cooler these days, there's still the occasional pocket of scorching heat that completely takes you by surprise.

I suppose the same could be said about how I feel about the entire "B affair", so to speak. Things are mostly 'okay' now, and really, as the days go by you almost forget what it was like, almost. The past semester or so held good times aplenty, and the memories that emerged from it are... well, priceless, really. But everything has its time and place, and our time has passed, and that's okay. It'll take a while to get over it, of course, as it is with all things in which you immerse a part of yourself, but at the end of the day, it was only fastforwarding the inevitable. I kinda do wish the little trigger reminders weren't all over the damn place, though.

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My water supply is currently being wonky. It went from a low water pressure and trickly taps throughout the house to a complete standstill... absolutely no water, at ALL. Calling the utility people led to having to call the Body Corporate, who... aren't responding, because it's after hours. Good thing I always have a couple of bottles in the fridge to tide me over... plus it's the weekend tomorrow, and we all know how completely efficient the Aussie way of doing things is over here.

So no shower (or dishwashing or brushing teeth or toilet flushing) tonight. Hopefully it'll be back up tomorrow, or I'm going to have to migrate somewhere closeby (cough) for a shower.

Uni resumes next week. Where did the Easter break go??

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把手放开不问一句
当作最后一次对你的溺爱
冷冷清清淡淡今后都不管
只要你能愉快

"背叛" - 曹格

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Look away.

It's just before 9 on a Thursday morning, and for the first time this semester (I think!), I'm up. Post-sleep, mind you, which is a huge thing given that the average bedtime this past week has been a whopping 8am. But only because I have a project meeting later in the day, and work to do for it. Some things never change; right down to blogging during crunchtime...

I had a startling deja vu running out for coffee and a sandwich earlier. Except it was two sandwiches then, but everything else... pretty damn similar, right down to the single sad banana atop the marble counter. I'm never quite sure how to react when these little flashes hit. I don't think it gets any easier.

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And yes, I've been neglecting this blog, I know. It's still alive; I just haven't felt the urge to write, or more accurately, post something. There's so much to say, but finding the words to put it all into... well, words, that's been easier said than done. All these drafts and whatnot just sitting around, waiting to be finished. I'll get to it at some point, I think. It's been a bit all-over-the-place these days.

In other news, I'm terribly excited about the prospect of Japan all over again, this time with a whole new dimension... dare I say, the underbelly? From traversing the city late at night to Host Clubs (o_O??!) to endless journeys on the Shinkansen... huzzah!

And oh, I turned 24. Twenty-fucking-four. Help.

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Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young & I'm strong
But I feel old & tired
Overfired

And I've been poked & stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire
Only desire
For you, whoever you are

Oh you say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea

"Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole" - Martha Wainwright
(... no kidding! but I love it. :>)