Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers.

Uninspired to wax lyrical about the trivial, and reluctant, for now, to acknowledge roomful o' elephants. Emo is old and feeble and should be shot. But hey, I found a draft that was earlier abandoned (18 March 08!) for being a wee bit too snippy-snarky-snarly.

pinch of salt ah, blogs are transient, not wholly representative, etcetera etcetera. I'd be angrier if you don't come to me when in trouble. I'm dispenser of all sorts of useful advice, fierce hugs, loyal commiserations and slaps of reality. Call me OprahTyraEllenLettermanEuniceOlsen.

Haha, I'm so full of myself today. Hey Cat (I know you're there!), let's make our secret fix a monthly affair, in such a good mood still!

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It'll Take A Little Time, Might Take A Little Crime..

18 March 08, 4:24am

So sitting in the storm saved the day, because the niceness meter ran down very early in the conversation, result of a cumulative effect long coming in the shadows. He can think me odd, insisting we stayed there and be slightly drenched, as long as I don't yell at crying boys. Yeah, this bitch had qualms and has standards, miracles never cease, tomorrow I fart jelly rainbows. To the tune of Come Undone, Duran Duran. Orchestra accompaniment to be confirmed; conductor was understandably dubious as to artistic purity.

Yeah, thunderstorms are my cloudless sunny days. Low personal energy output, purely vicarious venting, post-post-modern trip hop rock concert* in the distance; what's not to love?

In the name of unbiased reporting though... I do feel for them and their impossible entanglements.

In the name of responsible reporting... Can't say more. Won't.
Embargoes feel like this!

I dropped in at La Selle. Second time helping a friend with acting projects, I still feel totally ridiculous and it's not likely to wear off soon. It was tonnes of fun, 'cause I kept running scenes from A Bug's Life in my head. And when I was wrapped up ubertight and could only wiggle or talk while waiting for them to set the scenes and lights, I became a human jukebox. :D Raindrops keep falling on my head was the frequent interloper - remember when it rained in the movie and everyone was like OMG, OMFG, WE ARE BIBLICALLY DYING, RUUNNN ARGHHHHHH.

Dear overtly curious polymates, so chatty only when info-fishing,
I aced everything and streaked down Orchard Rd throwing confetti in people's eyes in celebration and I'm burning bridges with most of yall. In all honesty, we'd probably never talk again, but would still blog-stalk and facebook-hunt each other. It's annoying but amusing so why fight it?

A Dramatisation
(because Craig did teach principles in narrative documentations)

XXX said:
Hi!

homi said:
oh hey, what's up?

XXX said:
how did you do?

homi said:
failed everything cos i wrote in braille. alamak la, discrimination! what about you?

XXX appears to be offline. Messages you sent will be delivered when they sign in.

*BS music references. Does not actually exist, I'm not cool enough to have music cred.

Ass-wiper.

It's hilarious, that so many of my most poignant moments sounds ugly, silly and so sad. They all seem to lose the heart (heat?) of the moment in the retelling. I end up swearing upsidedown that yes, it really was sorta sweet, and NO, I'm not a masochist.

Although... I am kinda weird.

Rewind, be kind.

To recap, plans were for:

Date on Sat night.
I'm probably having a small thang on sunday with a group of my friends who happen to fall into the same circle.
Monday, movie marathon, baby!
Monday night, the Din-Maker and I are going to go really, really wild. The ramifications are, just possibly, illegal. Le gasp!

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What happened was:

Date on Sat night.

* sucked, upsettingly. Dalai lama man and I are through.

I'm probably having a small thang on sunday with a group of my friends who happen to fall into the same circle.

* WHEEE! Er. Well.. the first half at minds cafe was, anyway. The glee levels tend to take a plunge when more hearts get broken. It's this year's theme, it seems. Love you gang, thanks for everything!

Monday, movie marathon, baby!

*rawkin' good times, yet the only sane moments o' the week!

Monday night, the Din-Maker and I are going to go really, really wild. The ramifications are, just possibly, illegal. Le gasp!

* oh wow, le giggly gasps indeedy. sorry to tease, folks, intensively innermost circle circulation only. suffice to say, it was a blast! pics of flasherboy's bare ass are available on his blog, and that's only the tip of the iceberg, that slut :)

oh and meet ups with assorted rascals to do assorted audacious deeds! Sorry I'm so stingy on the salacious details, this here blog IS public after all. Ask; i'd let you in on them. *wink!

This is because I have had ENOUGH picture frames.

Let's shake things up a little. Is a birthday wish list presumptuous? Definitely, but if you're just lurking, i'm not going to know that you knew but didn't get me the you-know, you-know, whatever right. Folks, it's just your jolly, crazybeautiful, ass-kicking, random-shenanigans-filled, thoughtful, and lovely-O company I want. If it wasn't for that, I'd probably spend this sunday sleeping til 12pm, reading The Blind Assassin which i just borrowed and looking for a job. Eurgh, sourpuss!

Okay I want. A trip to Morocco, a serger (for non-seamstress types, its a kind of sewing machine) to see the northern lights in person, a tattoo, vespa, motorbike, a unicorn, money to go to OZ for university, a reality check... Alright, alright. Here's the real deal.

• Dance classes. Or kick-boxing classes, WOOT.
• To visit a fortune-teller. Or have someone read tarot cards for me!
• Bright, bright shoes. (I'm a size 39)
• Benetint.
• A punching bag to hang from my ceiling.
• Resin mix
• My first dress. Seriously, my prom dress was the only one.
• one-inch button making machine
• typewriter (actually, surprisingly cheap at sugei rd's flea market)
• a Polaroid camera
• SLR camera!
  
• To have my bike given a onceover and maybe even modded.
• Bicycle/exercise gloves.
  

okayy, those were pricey. For the budget-minded, I'd love for these:

• Fabrics, yards and yards of pretty fabrics.
• A magazine, foreign, avant-garde, fashion, indie, art, design or crafty-centric. I like Made, I-D, French Vogue, Nylon, Elle UK. I hear Lula's good too!
• Underpanties!
• Books, novels. I haven't read Time Traveller's Wife yet, nor any of Vladimir Nabokov's stuff apart from Lolita. Or something like The Grouchy Grammarian, Lapsing into a Comma. Please, no chick lits man!
• New sounds. Cake, Johnny Cash (stone me, i like his country music), Nadasurf, The Pierces, Gold Frapp, CCR, Garbage, Amy Winehouse, Portishead, Kings of Convenience? Classic rock compilations by Floyd, ACDC, Led Zep and all those other gods would be rawking awesome as well.
• I err, never had a tamagochi.
  
• I like clothes and hats and accessories as much as the next girl too. If you know my taste, go for it!
  
• A humongous block of chocolate.
• Vouchers are great. I like Topshop, Kinokuniya, Borders, kthxbai.

If you're broke, just gimme a big hug and have fun alright. Make me something, mail me a card or a letter, I love getting mail. I feel sheepish enough putting this up, demanding stuff and shit, but this rubbish isn't important at all, truly. Besides, you'd have to give me something twice as big for my 21st! :P


Oh YEAH.
For yon fools not in the know yet, here are my shakily-formed but public-friendly plans.
Date on Sat night.
I'm probably having a small thang on sunday with a group of my friends who happen to fall into the same circle.
Monday, movie marathon, baby!
Monday night, the Din-Maker and I are going to go really, really wild. The ramifications are, just possibly, illegal. Le gasp!