The Quiet Room

xxmasxx

dear robbie

my dear “dear robbie” letters.

It was Christmas day.

I said I miss u that night.

U said like the desert misses the rain.

But it is raining all the time here.

I rem u with ur black umbrella

I told u u were silly, when u opened it n wanted to share it with me

We were making silly jokes

Laffing as we lick on ice-lollies

I miss u now in the desert heart of mine

xmas of 2013. regretful. what did i do.

this week i think i contemplated alot.
then i thot mostly about what i was doing.
or what was my cause.
l watched the bbc documentary on pussy riot.
I went to the exhibition at the mac
and went to a hobo hippie dance class
they make me question about religion and art.
n occasionally i think abt u.

ICONOCLAST
I went to the exhibition featuring Cheo Chai Hiang's 5' X 5' and it was inspiring.
Sometimes it takes almost 30 years for an idea, a work of art to be accepted.
And sometimes it takes 3 months back home to understand, to realise, to reconcile, to move on
And at the end of this brief yet long holiday, im almost ready to take off. almost.
Watching Jo Frost's programme on TV today made me teared up.
ive been watching too much shows featuring children, cooking and animals lately. Y animals? i dont know. but v adorable.
and i couldnt help but have to walk away from the tv, take a moment before anyone catches me being emotional watching this woman teaching someone how to handle their children.
but just the way the children warm up to her, and how their behavior change for better.
ah..nostalgic i guess. but i guess it will always make a part of me to wanna work with kids.

JULY 2ND

WART ALERT
they are killing me. i am v bothered by them. very affected by how they are claiming territory on my hands. very annoyed. i am also not sure why i am doing this $7 per hour job that is killing my legs and possibly my brains too. I already feeling half dead being back here. Feeling like I never ever wanna come back anymore. :( im upset. N im trying my best to keep from talking to R. I NEED ART, NEED TO THINK ABOUT, READ ABOUT, TALK ABOUT IT V MUCH.

LOVE IS NO BIG TRUTH
All I do is sleep all day, and think of you
A memory of the cushion life I'm clinging to
The image of a mutual one, our haven
The sombre chords of our song, the fading

Love is no big truth
Driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings
A symphony that's you
Joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping
Passion and its brother hate, they come and go
Could easily be made to stay for longer though
Many people play this game so willingly
Do I have to be like them, or be lonely?

Love is no big truth
Driven by our genes, we are simple selfish beings
A symphony that's you
Joyously awaking the ignorant and sleeping
Another view of what there's to it, getting through it

I'll never need it again, not again, not again...

KOC on Thurs. Finally saw them performing live after so many years. Then you think how many things have gone by in so many years. Summed up when Eirik said during the performance, when u grow older, the years just seem shorter. When you are 10, 1 year seems really long. But when you are 34, it's just different.
- A memory of a cushioned life i'm clinging to...nowadays work has really been gettin to me. More than i'll like it to be.

And the real life, perhaps, only begins in my sleep. Sadly, that's very little too.

Farewell Goodbye - M83

actualli it wasn't as liberating as others would tell me so.
in fact its pretty sad.

to the end of the 16 yrs.

and the ending wasn't even as good as the start.

In a desperate attempt to revive this blog...hoho...i shall...

POST MANY BACKDATED PHOTOS! HAVE FUUUN!

That's my gargantuan-kelatan martini cup eh? haha..

which peach couldn't have a share of...(chk out her sulk)
n some more of our lovely faces

And some time ago, this guy left for U.S... n i hardly hear fr him now..
Johann..