Halo, Beyonce

Remember those walls I built

Well, baby they're tumbling down

And they didn't even put up a fight

They didn't even make up a sound

I found a way to let you in

But I never really had a doubt

Standing in the light of your halo

I got my angel now

It's like I've been awakened

Every rule I had you breakin'

It's the risk that I'm takin'

I ain't never gonna shut you out

Everywhere I'm looking now

I'm surrounded by your embrace

Baby I can see your halo

You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more

It's written all over your face

Baby I can feel your halo

Pray it won't fade away

I can feel your halo halo halo

I can see your halo halo halo

I can feel your halo halo halo

I can see your halo halo halo

Hit me like a ray of sun

Burning through my darkest night

You're the only one that I want

Think I'm addicted to your light

I swore I'd never fall again

But this don't even feel like falling

Gravity can't forget

To pull me back to the ground again

Feels like I've been awakened

Every rule I had you breakin'

The risk that I'm takin'

I'm never gonna shut you out

Everywhere I'm looking now

I'm surrounded by your embrace

Baby I can see your halo

You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more

It's written all over your face

Baby I can feel your halo

Pray it won't fade away

I can feel your halo halo halo

I can see your halo halo halo

I can feel your halo halo halo

I can see your halo halo halo

I can feel your halo halo halo

I can see your halo halo halo

I can feel your halo halo halo

I can see your halo halo halo

Halo, halo

Everywhere I'm looking now

I'm surrounded by your embrace

Baby I can see your halo

You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more

It's written all over your face

Baby I can feel your halo

Pray it won't fade away

I can feel your halo halo halo

I can see your halo halo halo

reflect me

reflect me
Originally uploaded by insee

i am spring cleaning my visual memory, documentation and perspective. there's always those good ones, then there's those i dare to call great. when you look back at these images, you see the past. the beautiful and the ugly. and through this, you see yourself. the projection of yourself.

the trajectory of time opens new dimensions. this closes some old ones. forever. and in these reflections you may see a hollow-- but its in these hollows where tomorrow begins. When you see that, you will enjoy every minute of it!

sun re sajania...

A Cookie Splashed

A Cookie Splashed
Originally uploaded by Lisa-Mari

i love this photo by lisa-mari. it's tea afterall. the waves are phenomenal. hungry anyone?

midnight rambles, tambles and toos

it's 3 am and it must be cold out...

clarke quay is eerie at this time. it's a monday. the night prowlers' day of rest. the worker bees shall work. be it late, early or whenever. we all need to get some honey. my brain is quite agitated with thoughts of being magnificent (a piscean can never be 'ordinary'). i didnt meet the moon today, mind you. i only saw the stars.

tomato face and rare steak...

i watched these birds in the day sky. clouds too beautiful to forget. and a lesson learned. changi beach area is the hottest place in the world (in a very myopic sense). i have a neatly carved burn on my nose, thanks to my shades. my shoulder on the other hand, feels like a piece of cooked meat. its looking like that too.

incoherence, ideatic.

i have this poem in my head. ringing a tune. maybe it's a song. i never made my music. i never had the tune. the words are playing and the sounds are mute.

my paintings waiting for a brush to move.

the camera's sitting, dehumidifying. waiting for its next holiday.

i'm watching my fingers type nonsense in front of me. it's quite fun. i hope you enjoy this as much as i did.

i bid good night, and good morning -- and leave you with something to chew on...

“Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it”

Charles R. Swindoll

you autocomplete me

http://autocompleteme.com/

dancing in the wind

dancing in the wind
Originally uploaded by insee

it was a windy and hot day. this little lady looked too pretty to ignore. i think the composition of the photograph could improve. but, the flower's beautiful anyway you look at it-- dancing in the wind.

contentment and change

i was having this discussion with a close friend on the topic of being content. i have a lot in my life, yet i am not happy with all that i have achieved or gained. it could always be better. based on most of the entries on this page, im sure you can sense humourous skepticism and a certain amount of bitterness. i feel this is the personal quality that inhibits true contentment. i am happy mind you, but discontent. a weird combination that encourages me to reinvent and keep changing my life day by day. in this way i am able to explore, experience new things, mostly because i tire of the old and i know all its faults. new always brings an opening up experience, the 'wow' factor. once the dust settles you see the sharp edges and the things that don't go too well with what you like. and then i am no longer happy with what i have. this is why i must change, either the surroundings, the materialistic item, or even myself. in the corporate world, change is necessary. but as an individual, how much can we change without diluting our true selves?

the shoes i ate

the shoes i ate
Originally uploaded by insee

mash it up

everything i am thankful for

its been some time since i have visited any place/exhibition interesting or worthy of mention. it has been some time since i have done anything of the sort (interesting) apart from shopping. a special note to v, who spiced up my life and inspired me in a day, talking and walking non stop. lots of teh tarik. and thai food. i am yet to see the beautiful photographs (most of which feature the two of us and a sea, i mean mer, lion). since then i have red polka dots and topaz blue, downed a packet of tim tams and still have 2 chocolate shoes to devour (after being aptly photographed and documented ofcourse). within a month, and almost in a frenzy i have updated my collection of cameras and electronics. together with my fluorescent sticker buddy i will hopefully exhibit some of my million photographs. on a sideline, i also question myself 'do i have it in me' while 'running along'. something i have forced myself to do and discover. and, thanks to inspiration and support from friends, i have been able to overcome a lot of insecurities and begin 'running along'. i also have a wip painting that i am so itching to bring closer to completion. i do have a lot of things on my plate right now, so ill put the palette off till later. i have not been able to blog on junkbox because of my budget constraints. all this new acquirement has taken a toll, and there go the pretty little pastries. im wondering whether i should go the budget way and blog about lunch, and rename it 'lunchbox'. until march, my travel plans are grim. march is exciting, and how can it not be! after march the travel plans are much greyer. i will however, go downunder in the downunderspring. krabi for a weekend in july. and if God is on my side, and permits, i may touch the golden sands in the desert. this is too tentative to be excited about. the only realistic attractions that i am looking forward to, one in fear, anxiety and dread on the 28th of feb and the other in excitement on the 29th of march. plus the first week of march, to those who know, will know what the excitement is about, (what's up by the 4 non blondes still applies). i have sent my 3rd lomo roll to develop. i hope this one survives the trials of life and doesnt end up like the other two. i am also looking forward to receiving 3 fuji 110 film rolls in the mail. no, thats a farce, im just excited about using the worlds smallest slr, and this will be in march again. (fingers crossed and i hope it works! 25 years can take a toll on things). my ever evolving places to visit has put okinawa on its list. and if im going to make it to japan, i want to do the whole nine yards, and make it to hokkaido as well. for the time being, maybe i should learn japanese. my iphone has opened up the amazing possibility of mobile publishing. i just wish the keyboard was designed for fat thumbs and long nails. i love the digital lomo, i love the sleepcycle thing, unblock me and i love the rimshot. i have new toys to play with and i have people to love. home i miss you. srilanka i miss you. i thank God for my precious family and all my friends. you light up my life and my life couldnt be any better right now.

There goes the resolution...

De-junk your life

Now that the new year is almost here, I shall strive to do many things.
1. De-junk
2. Save $
3. Eat healthy and well
4. Be fit
5. Sleep more

I feel these are rather universally mundane resolutions. Some of which I have manged to put into practice already. Wait a while till I show off my crazee list.

Bonne nouveau annee!

Once in an Electric Blue Moon

This thursday we will see a blue moon. I'm secretly hoping it is
electric blue. In the meantime, please enjoy the handywork created on
my new apple toy.

hide and seek

Hiding all the stars - chicane

You can say what you want
Find the path that you’ve lost somewhere
Be a fly on the wall
Take a dive or a fall in prayer
Everyday there’s a choice
Nothing gained from the path we know
There the ones to be wrong
Hiding all of the stars out there

i can see your faded halo...

are you being served?

choose your battles wisely. i had the unfortunate experience of meeting my landlord for the first time in the presence of a legal arbitrator (or should it be arbitra'i'tor). as tight fisted as she was, i have lost more money to this lady than what actually went down the toilet. if anyone ever has to deal with a real estate agent from SJK properties, or is looking to rent a 3A flat at telok blangah, please, please check with me to be sure you don't end up renting the property of the female of the canine species that i had the pleasure of battling with. afterall, the arbitrator said this was a business relationship where the landlord provided a service, and wherever there is bad service, there will be a proportional complaint.

moving on to more service related complaints. mobile one, has been awesome at customer service, until they introduced the iphone. by selling the iphone, the seem to believe that they are somehow, 'cooler' and more hip and so the customers don't matter anymore. but my guess is that once neil montefiore quit m1, they have been struggling. now that he's joining starhub, they're probably shitting in their pants. im looking forward to the new starhub where i wont have to wait 20 mins to connect to a pathetic customer service officer. (i reached the dhoby ghaut service station faster than my call could connect to a real human on the phone)

in any 'case' all this was a learning experience. happy things will still happen, like imogen heap coming to singapore... i only hope i manage to get the tickets in time *fingers crossed*... or it will be like listening to 'yellow' being played live over a telephone...

music of the night

mascots, materialism and macarons

this blog has lost perspective. calvin doesn't jump off his swing anymore. i need a new mascot and spongebob doesn't cut it. i could try amelie, but she's nothing in black and white. what am i left with then, to fill the empty space below my idiosyncrasies?

apparently my horoscope said that since sept 2007 until early november, the stars have enjoyed messing around with my life. apparently for my good. unfortunately, i do feel this is true. if only they had the courtesy to tell me about these little drama scenes in advance, i wouldn't have gotten fussed over so many things in the first place. but for starters, i am thankful that the black septembers are over, and proudly, with the help of many many important people and my self, i have survived.

this also means it is time to adopt a new mascot, calvin was and will always be a special eccentric to me, but we need to move on.

here are a few suggestions:

1. phua chu kang - knowing how much i despise his mole

2. little miss sunshine - i could always use some cheering up

3. my blender -preferably in its immacculate form, it's lime green by the way

4. my lomo diana F+ - the poor things never been developed properly

5. an iphone - so that i can relish the things i don't have

6. mcdonalds logo - to remind me to stay away from that FAT and the coupons

7. ice cream - a long term relationship that hasn't managed to melt away

8. things in general - to remind me of my futile, utterly materialistic existence

9. a macaron - because you know how much i love this french stuff

10. coco chanel - not herself, but the tatou version, just because she used to be amelie

i would add rowing to the list, but i need to test the waters in terms of endurance. my best bets on the macaron, because ideally, that's my slice of life!

her royal fussiness and the scull

picky. persistent. fussy. perfectionist wannabe.

if you put all the idiosyncrasies together, it would make a terrible concoction of bitch-flavoured attitude.

however, i must say, apart from exercising my royalty, i enjoyed sculling (or whatever little i tried my hands on). after this i intend to revisit my windsurfing abilities, perhaps canoeing, and some rock climbing.

also, if you're ready to brace the 'oh-so-many' stairs to old school at mount sophia, do check out the exhibition 'labyrinth'. expressive and exotic works of art on display.

this note was typed with bogota blackberried finger nails. maybe next week, you'll be swept away by some miami beet.

adieu for now,

HRF - her royal fussiness

Princess Amelie of the Internet

the first signs of ageing...

sometimes it's not easy to realise that times change. you make mistakes. you get older. maybe wiser. maybe not. atleast someone else can learn from your mistakes.

as clichéd as change has become, it's something we all need to learn to embrace. it's never easy. sometimes it's self-inflicted, sometimes it's wanted, and sometimes it's a shocking revelation.

for example, when i was gifted my first anti-ageing skincare treatment. i never thought i would be below the quarter century mark when i used my first collagen filled eye contour cream. my initial reaction was shock. slight sadness, but ultimately, acceptance. in fact, i do have fine lines around my eyes and it's better to get over the denial stage and start dealing with it. within a week, i can see a difference.

in life, i've had my share of unexpected change. a period of drought in the social scene, montonous existence and basically more 'me' time than i wanted to have. ultimately i pulled through this with the help of my family and friends. sometimes you can count the number of people on one hand, if you're lucky on two. it's during these times you nurture friendships that last. you know that whenever you really need them, they will pull through for you, and you for them. no matter what.

their shoulders will be soaked with your tears. their ears deaf with your repeated stories. immeasurable hugs. sometimes, their phone bills are hiked because they call you at 4 in the morning from some freezing house, just to make sure you will sleep alright. they will also drive you to and from semenyih and cameron in a day. go on aunty holidays with you. drive you 1.5 hrs to the airport on a scooter. send you a daily dose of youtube videos. wear green stickers with you, just for kicks. encourage the yoga-er to kickbox and twist. talk to you in french on demand, encourage your work. not leave unless theres a 'laugh' :P. cook with you. eat chips and salsa on a HOT sticky day. watch horrible/ingeniouous movies together. party all night...sometimes with feathers...

these memories could go on and on.. with every new day, they keep increasing.

and i know i am truly blessed. Sometimes, like the collagen cream, it just takes a change to open up your eyes...

dirt road

dirt road
Originally uploaded by insee

in the end, if it's the journey that counts, why take the shortest route?

Love Songs - Anjulie

Love songs and limousines
Wishing wells and make believe
Disco balls and dancing queens
I fall so easy

Rich guys and candlelight
Telling me the things I like
I'm too young and they're too right for me

I fall so easy for cheesy things in life
Sad, sad movies make me cry
Pretty people I admire
I used to hate

I fall so easy for the stupid little lines
Hollywood and sunny skies
Fancy restaurants with three forks and knives
I fall so easy

Until you came my way
Turn my clouds to white from gray
Showered me with pink champagne
I let go so easier

That girl I used to be
Cynical and heartbreak free
Confidence exude in me now


I fall so easy for the stupid little lines
Hollywood and sunny skies
Fancy restaurants with three forks and knives
I fall so easily in love

i fall so easilee...tan tan ta ta nan tan tan

retro effect; going with the flow...

retro effect
Originally uploaded by insee

unplannedness took over the planned weekend. pretty much everything i've wanted to do for the past 3 months squeezed into 3 days. i've watched 2 movies, each 2.5 hours long, after a 4 month movie drought. watched my favourite live band perform. caught up with friends after eons, binged on junk food. enjoyed the wanton noodles from bugis. randomly mad-hatted at attica in a french burret (if i got the spelling right). sikh kebabs in the morning/afternoon. masala teaing soon after. coco-nutting the evening. thai-ing the night and kacanging for dessert. not to mention the mundane laundry and room cleaning that got its deserved attention. in fact, i think my days couldn't have been spent any better. unplanned perfectly, going with the flow.

bin tere kya hain jeena

don't let the stars get in your eyes.

if we could be heroes... for just one day

at times i am engulfed with ideas, chasing a whim to explore when i find myself crammed within the thoughts that should be processed so that i can make it to the end of the day. its like bottling up a feeling and waiting for the right time to release it. somehow though, these feelings are made of whispery thread. like compost, they disintegrate with time. locked up for too long, the ideas disappear. if only the freedom to live like marchesa was bestowed upon us all creating art would be as simple as just living.

each dying idea deserves a blogpost, but in the age of efficiencies and economies, here will lie their mass grave. spare a minute for these unbegotten souls.

any the hoo, this was supposed to be a much deeper post, but my mindset has transferred to lackadaisical. to understand the sentiment, please consult sheldon cooper.

the mental blog

it has been a good so many months since i've visited my own blog. partly because i've been living in a whirlwind that is 'oh so totally' wrapped around me, me and me. this accentuated selfworth seems to originate from the time i have become too busy/tired to sleep, cook and some times eat. i do not condone such a lifestyle, but it has its rewards, even if it does not show up on the teller.

coping is quite difficult, as usual with a shrinking bank balance, hectic lifestyle and new abode. marking territories, boundaries and achievements hardly afford the time to write about the dialogues that run in my wired up mind. which is what brings me to the mental blog.

at the end of each day, i seem to need to 'wrap up' the events and conclude all the happenings on my way home. this monologue runs in my mind, right about the time i start to head back. sort of like a mental blog, with many many interesting and sarcastic jokes worthy of sharing. however the hitch is when i finally reach home, after the routine facebook and email checking, i shut down the computer and lie in bed. the interesting anecdotes of the day die an oblivious death as my eyelids drop and i fall asleep.

how many of you have got stuck in this infinite loop of almost non-existence? it is not something to be unhappy about, but i'm sure it is something of great concern to anthropologists and sociologists alike..

Who is Peter Walsh?

I am Peter Walsh. I am also Clarissa and Sally. I could be Septimus, but I would rather not be.

Mrs. Dalloway was not an easy book to read. At a maximum rate of 10 pages a day, it is finally back on the bookshelf. It took me a while to digest, fluttering through the characters' minds, confused as a reader, this book deserves (or needs) seconds. Apart from admiring the language, the wordiness and the characters (whom i think combine to form an alter ego of me) these are some excerpts that stuck.

"Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame."

"What does a brain matter,.... when compared with the heart?"

"What is this terror? what is this ecstacy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?

It is Clarissa he said.

For there she was."

from Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf

time for tea

time for tea
Originally uploaded by lomokev

when it's all pouring down on you. take a break.

a cup of tea usually solves everything. :)

scoop the goop

if you want the scoop on gwyneth, you go to goop. i love chris martin, and for that reason i love gwyneth palthrow. she's seems nice, in a sweet sort of way. but, i think 'goop' is not a cool name for a website. i think i get the logic - (gwyneth + scoop = goop) but somehow it does not digest well in my mind.

anyway, apart from ranting about the name, the site is good. and it has a lot of personal articles that won't necessarily interest all celeb stalkers. it's a lifestyle page of someone who's pretty, rich and famous AND has a rockstar husband. not forgetting that she gave birth to (an) apple and moses.

heres a list of pages i found particularly interesting, heartwarming, or useful

GO- Paris
her father said to her "I wanted you to see Paris for the first time with a man who would always love you, no matter what."

BE- Watch your words

avoid the 'evil tongue'

MAKE- Detox (excellent article)

detox with yummy food and no starvation

i hope these will keep you busy. i found them interesting and subscribed to the newsletter. i hope they (the website people) decide to change the name of the site, or atleast offer a better explanation of its existence.

i am off to compose another junbox entry, so i bid you goodnight!

sleep well my friends,

amelie

itchy fingers and irony

all my best ideas are born when i'm doing the most mundane of tasks. and somehow, it escapes me to write it down. so here i am, trying to recollect what important idea i wanted to share... ooh!

that was fast. anyways, after the conversation yesterday, on logos and business cards, i did some research. and like all research i start off with, i found something irrelevant but interesting. a good ad website with a good ad.. ha :)

http://adsoftheworld.com/media/print/telmex_video_security?size=_original

other things on my mind were, packing, writing, composing the song that hasn't been composed yet, updating the junkbox, and ofcourse blurting out my views on mrs. dalloway and how much i love her.

au revoir mes amis,
amelie

sunflower out of focus

sunflower out of focus
Originally uploaded by insee

yellow, like my fingernails painted.
happy, sick, but not gay.
shifted points of view.
deliberated, calculated.
twisted in the light of day.
anxiety. apprehension.
melted.
gone away.

breath. beats. bounce.
air consumes me.
fly, i must. today.

hawker hero

hawker hero
Originally uploaded by insee

self reflection. recollection.
there are certain pivotal moments in life when you walk directionless, in a seemingly pointless existence. these moments, propagated by long aimless, bus rides, fueled by chance, captured by cameras, and inscripted in little pink books have a detox effect on the mind. like withdrawal symptoms, the flushing out occurs after the worst has passed. and in my diary, this was the moment, the time and the day. thanks to friends, family and this little pink book, the random bus, on that fateful hawker day, i looked up and believed, that yes, i am my own hero.

Time and Eternity

Death
by Emily Dickinson

BECAUSE I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

mango-watermelon on ice

mango-watermelon on ice
Originally uploaded by insee

here's something natural to help you cope with the weather.

alternatively, you can use the aircon and contribute to global warming, dry up your skin and dehydrate yourself.

also, you may continue to use toilet paper and propagate deforestation, or you could just buy a bidet for a cleaner, more eco-friendly washed bottom.

the choice is yours.

[this post was inspired by shigeru ban's toilet roll. http://www.treehugger.com/files/2009/05/square-toilet-paper-shigeru-ban.php ]

Le toi du moi

Je suis ton pile
Tu es mon face
Toi mon nombril
Et moi ta glace
Tu es l'envie et moi le geste
Toi le citron et moi le zeste
Je suis le thé, tu es la tasse
Toi la guitare et moi la basse

Je suis la pluie et tu es mes gouttes
Tu es le oui et moi le doute
T'es le bouquet je suis les fleurs
Tu es l'aorte et moi le coeur
Toi t'es l'instant moi le bonheur
Tu es le verre je suis le vin
Toi tu es l'herbe et moi le joint
Tu es le vent j'suis la rafale
Toi la raquette et moi la balle
T'es le jouet et moi l'enfant
T'es le vieillard et moi le temps
Je suis l'iris tu es la pupille
Je suis l'épice toi la papille
Toi l'eau qui vient et moi la bouche
Toi l'aube et moi le ciel qui s'couche
T'es le vicaire et moi l'ivresse
T'es le mensonge moi la paresse
T'es le guépard moi la vitesse
Tu es la main moi la caresse
Je suis l'enfer de ta pécheresse
Tu es le Ciel moi la Terre, hum
Je suis l'oreille de ta musique
Je suis le soleil de tes tropiques
Je suis le tabac de ta pipe
T'es le plaisir je suis la foudre
Tu es la gamme et moi la note
Tu es la flamme moi l'allumette
T'es la chaleur j'suis la paresse
T'es la torpeur et moi la sieste
T'es la fraîcheur et moi l'averse
Tu es les fesses je suis la chaise
Tu es bémol et moi j'suis dièse

T'es le Laurel de mon Hardy
T'es le plaisir de mon soupir
T'es la moustache de mon Trotski
T'es tous les éclats de mon rire
Tu es le chant de ma sirène
Tu es le sang et moi la veine
T'es le jamais de mon toujours
T'es mon amour t'es mon amour

Je suis ton pile
Toi mon face
Toi mon nombril
Et moi ta glace
Tu es l'envie et moi le geste
T'es le citron et moi le zeste
Je suis le thé, tu es la tasse
Toi la putain et moi la passe
Tu es la tombée moi l'épitaphe
Et toi le texte, moi le paragraphe
Tu es le lapsus et moi la gaffe
Toi l'élégance et moi la grâce
Tu es l'effet et moi la cause
Toi le divan moi la névrose
Toi l'épine moi la rose
Tu es la tristesse moi le poète
Tu es la Belle et moi la Bête
Tu es le corps et moi la tête
Tu es le corps. Hummm !
T'es le sérieux moi l'insouciance
Toi le flic moi la balance
Toi le gibier moi la potence
Toi l'ennui et moi la transe
Toi le très peu moi le beaucoup
Moi le sage et toi le fou
Tu es l'éclair et moi la poudre
Toi la paille et moi la poutre
Tu es le surmoi de mon ça
C'est toi qu'arrives des mois si ?
Tu es la mère et moi le doute
Tu es le néant et moi le tout
Tu es le chant de ma sirène
Toi tu es le sang et moi la veine
T'es le jamais de mon toujours
T'es mon amour t'es mon amour

kangna

come... and burn your heart away

come... and burn your heart away
Originally uploaded by insee

reflecting on the past 7 days, i've realised that life does change. mine has been fluctuating like my bank balance. riding on a full tank of happiness and high on sun, sea and smiles.

i've discovered that there is such a thing as 'lightning wax' by diana king. developed my first lomo roll. i've tasted presshafruit juice from a triangular bottle. i've found the perfect foundation, crème and powder. finally got the perfect blush tint. i'm progressing en française. i've been on 2 budget airlines and i've been driven 1.5 hours on a motorbike/scooter to the airport. seen some beautiful seascapes. drunk chilled coconut on a burning hot day. not to mention i've had yummy food. sour sour mangoes with chilli. and i've been somewhere where the sleaze meter is so high that it made me feel safe.

all that's left to do now? go up in smoke.

au revoir,
amelie

we are going on a... summer holiday!

london cycling

london cycling
Originally uploaded by lomokev

It is amazing how things in life are linked. For instance, this photograph has connected some impossibly random people/ideas together (atleast from my perspective).

2004: this photo inspired me to try out a lomo camera.
2007: imogen heap is one of my favourite artists.
march 2009: i now have a lomo camera.
today: i read again and realise this is a photograph of imogen heap on a bicycle in london.

from 'little red riding hood' photo of the nameless girl, this becomes imogen heap. and this 'wow' feeling i got when i linked the dots will last perhaps an hour longer.

i'm sure you can think of a million join the dots instances at the drop of a hat. not all of them good, but 'wow', nonetheless.

Bonsoirée mes amis!
Amelie

pretty girls

crush

hevia - busindre reel

was in the mood for this, and dave matthews crush...

split personality

DSC00312
Originally uploaded by insee

cravings

strawberry strudel the second
Originally uploaded by insee

strawberries, cherries.... and an angel's kiss in spring.
my summer wine is really made from all these things...

The Flame Orchestra

DSC00440
Originally uploaded by insee

Breathe

(Song by Anna Nalick)

2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.

shock shock horror! :)

Apple shocks world, reveals it is a huge corporation

although it is quite backdated, i absolutely agree with this post.

fdisk /mbr

i feel like somewhat of a genius. with zer0 background in computing, i managed to reformat my comp which had linux and windows booting on this thing called GRUB. this is an anal post for most of you computer geeks, but to the dimwitted, almost dumb blond that some may say i am, it was an otherworldly experience. it was the first time i ever booted windows from my CD drive for that matter, and i must say, i thoroughly enjoyed it. i only wish i could go on reinstalling windows forever. or run the grubby thing and linux indefinitely. it just feels so cool to hit 'esc' when the comp is rebooting and get this weird sorta BIOS screen. having no clue  nonetheless, i have this intense sense of achievement in a total 'godayata-magic' kind of way. 

spin me around again...

mint chocolate coffee.

0.3 felt tip pen.

passport notebook.

voyeurism.

empty chairs.

broken cookies.

that's all it takes. 

ultimately. that's just all it takes.

i'm vain...

and the canon service centre knows that too.

i can't imagine anything more embarrassing than sending your camera into service without removing the memory card. it doesn't help that there were more than 50 narcissistic photographs of myself with blood red lipstick and green eyeshadow. horrific i tell you, but the service centre guys would have had something to laugh about. (but then again, if they circulate it, i might become a movie star...)

my face may even be pasted on a dart board and every time someone aims well enough for a bullseye, i get a pimple. (although i'm quite sure there are a handful of people who may be doing that already...) grievances aside, i think it is only prudent that you be protective over your photos, even if you may want to be 'discovered'. your intellectual property is at risk too, and you never know if the person on the other side needs a subject for a voodoo experiment...

Resonance

i think i've seen every star that i care to see.

and i don't want to leave.

it hurts when you're self-deceived.

good charlotte is full of cheesy lyrics. but sometimes, cheese isn't a bad thing. it resonates loud and clear and shuts your brain switch off. writing becomes benevolent. drawing becomes psychotic and the cheese melts your inhibitions. 

cheese is cheesy. so if you care enough to be cheesy go spread somewhere else. hardcore camembert and brie only accepted here. they stand the test of time.

death and all of his friends

i don't want to cycle, re-cycle revenge. i don't want to follow death and all of his friends.

if this is what is called anger, i don't like it. if this is what is called turbulence, it is not helping me. i need a new life playlist. a tune to dance to along with people and all the paraphernalia. i am punching this screen and plucking out all eye-balls. because even when you convince your self that nothing could get better and you are at the top, a drop from the ceiling, a fight, a fire, sets you in rewind. and then you see, that unlike more privileged people, you run on windows; you crash and restart.

Dangerous

"Hold on tight. You know she's a little big dangerous..."

"That girl is so dangerous, (That girl is so Dangerous) she's so dangerous, that girl is a bad girl..."

Je suis dangereux. L'aimer!

Au revoir,

Amelie

and so it is...

just like I said it would be, words come easy on me, most of the time... about food

The Junkbox has finally opened for thought... exclusively, working to swell up that apetite.

enjoy!

I have red and yellow fingernails!

And, I bought lime green and orange shoes.

Lime green shoes have been on my list for a long time... I'm only worried that I'm starting to resemble some sort of macaw with this new fascination of avian mating colours.

Anyhow, painting my nails was fun. Almost artistic. Trying to get this squiggly curve to turn out right, with just the right amount of red and yellow was an utterly rewarding experience. As a first timer with creative nail painting, more so on myself, the little bits of keratin on my fingers turned into a temporary canvas for a walking exhibition of abstract art. I quite like it though. If not for the sloppiness inherent in my left hand (I'm right handed) I would say they are pretty perfect... Hah, enough about that...

I have also been looking for the perfect economic, colourful, stylish, well printed organiser. There are many interesting ones, the one I took a liking to was the Monologue 2009 A6 diary that comes in pink, white, black and purple. Unfortunately, I need an organiser, which tends to be more flexible. So my search continues.

I am...

I am the air you choose to breathe,
When the cold wind comes this way.
I am the bitter smelling reed
That slithers where you lay.
I am the crystalline blackness,
That overtakes the day,
Shattering all your sadness,
Come out! Come out and play!

This was written by me, in a more sombre mood.

Anyway, I am going to revive one of my many blogs to talk about food. Food (and tea) has been my lifeline through hard times and has become an obsession that I would very much like to share. Please visit The Junkbox for the yummiest, sweetest and most sinful treats that make up life. Look out for the special section on tea that will be coming up soon.

till the tummy tingles for tasty treats,
au revoir,
amelie

the reading list

For someone who loves to write, I hardly ever read. My excuse is even stupider--I do not read, because if the book is good, it becomes an obsession until i read the last page. This has happened too many times. But well, some things can't be helped. It's all in the name of knowledge.

So as the news goes, I have a reading list. It is quite broad (and it also depends on the whims and fancies of the library), but nonetheless, it is a list. Let me get into the details of what brought me back to this literate state. It was none other than good marketing. I saw a lime green copy of The Arabian Nights at Kinokuniya. It was the perfect lime green. It even matched my yoga pants. I had to buy the book and I had to buy The Arabian Nights, simply because i hadn't read it yet. To my surprise, it was cheap. 5 $ for a penguin paperback. I realised it was made from recycled paper (and still it can outshine the non recycled copies. lime green was a brilliant marketing idea!) and that is why it was cheaper. To come back to the point, I have started sourcing for books to read at my local library. I'd rather not read books without a recommendation for it could be a complete waste of time. Besides, I usually have no patience for that kind of crap.

Anyway, everytime I tick off one title on my list, I'll post my personal comments and responses on [ human space ]. The first of many more to come....

au revoir,
amelie

Les Choristes

caresse sur l'ocean


vois sur ton chemin

still water

i've always liked maksim. i wen't out to buy coldplay but instead i got a compilation of orchestral and classical songs. i'm not regretting it, but somehow my desires are always open to interpretation. my new earphones also afford me this choice. somehow music sounds so much better through them. now all i need is an ultra expensive sound system to satisfy me.

while we are on the subject of whims and nonsensical fancies, i must point out to you i have way more than i can handle. some may seem lucrative, some whimsical, some indulgent and many nonsensical. nonetheless they all afford me this satisfaction of believing that it is all achievable.

in an area as limited as this, occupation is a must. usually my sort of personal occupation tends to burn a hole in my wallet so i've listed down a couple of things that you can do here that won't drive you broke before payday.

1. read: the library is free. (just return the books on time)
2. exercise: apart from saving transportation costs, your circulation improves
3. paint: the walls if you have to. eases your mind so you can save counseling costs.
4. drink water: it's not free but its cheap. warm water also helps you lose weight.
5. avoid shopping malls: most important rule. if you must go there, leave all your cards behind and carry only limited cash.

i think these tips should come in handy now, since the whole world is pretty worried about the new born recession. it's not about being stingy, its about saving on fringe costs. there are many more but because i have a headache i shall leave you till the next time.

au revoir,
amelie

there's planning... and then there is over-planning

planning has always been a good thing. having things to do or doing the things you have to do must always be planned. it helps to compartmentalise your life and get the best out of the activity or the task.

but, if you try to coerce a naturally messy person into planning, you might just get a very well planned mess.

that sentence looked nice on the screen so i decided to leave it there, although it does digress from my point. i think planning is essential, to a level where you know what needs to be done. somehow, anyone who has gone past 10 years of life will know plans don't always work out. you need to plan for mistakes, discrepancies, shortages, and all the what ifs and what nots. so basically, you need to plan with the possibility of it all going wrong. which to me, sounds terribly ironic. why plan at all, i would say...

as an individual, i never started out with a plan. i just followed my likes, dislikes, and skills. maybe i was lucky to be good enough to pursue whatever i wanted, so ultimately i am who i am based on a whim and a lot of effort... to breakdown this vague analysis, this is an essential checklist to understand where you stand

1. list down 5 things you love doing (in order of preference)
2. list down 5 things you are extremely good at doing or have received recognition for
3. list down 5 things you wish you could do or wish you could be better at doing
4. list down 5 things you want to learn in the next 5 years

voila! i think you might be able to see some parallels and get your life into perspective. writing things down has always helped me focus on the bigger picture. this technique helped me get through my olevels and alevels. pretty much so for university and now its helping me add the buzz back into my life.

with this, i take your leave.

aurevoir,
amelie

'cos your so auto-de-blu

it's true. look how they shine for you. suddenly i see, that's what i wan't to be. you can see she's a beautiful girl... she's a beautiful girl; everything around her is a silver pool of light.

i was thinking along the lines of 'purple dash' but i'm more of an 'auto-de-blu'. tired and worn out i'm writing on a day that brought no inspiration. i have become a work-a-holic. my only entertainment is the walk home, occasionally bumping into people i know. my newly acquired philosophy has deleted stress from the dictionary. 'stress' is there only if you leave room for it. once it's removed, things become manageable. they're still difficult, but they're getting done. this sort of attitude comes by when you know there's nothing left to lose.

as far as philosophies go, i used to rule the world. many worlds. i've seen them crumble and shatter before me. there's no lost meaning, because there was nothing meant. there's no lost feeling, because there was nothing felt. when 'things' begin to lose their value, is when you are at your best.

i say goodnight and go,
amelie

an endless epiphany i see...

"And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand" -Coldplay

i see patterns in poetry;
reminisce a while...
see what lies inside my mind |"life"

"... and the magic is in the eyeliner"

a long long day today began with a migraine of sorts. usually a cup of tea solves everything, unfortunately today did not seem very usual. two cups in the morning didn't open my eyes. the other two in the afternoon were not too useful either. but the 3 dozes of darjeeling in the evening had some effect on my capabilities and i managed to stretch my work day a coupla more hours. once the regular part of life, aka work, was done with, the hunger kicked in. half a pizza later, a friday night calls for something special. today it was known as pistachio and white chocolate cake. which, naturally would go along with a fragrant cup of earl grey. in total of 8 cups of tea could equal substance abuse, and hence i am awake at 3 am trying hard to think and explain why it is only eyeliner that makes it to heaven in the book of make-up.

i've come up with a random theory of weekly make-up. it is always lovely to look good because it makes you feel good too. but somehow my migraine today took out the greyer side of my face. dotted with concealer and a toned down red lipstick i faced the world of cosmetics. not very impressive i would say. but saved, in terms of 'face'. anyways i digress, from the varied levels of make up exploited this week along with the events that i was lucky to attend, i would say the eyeliner is royalty. almost the spice of life that encourages a stranger to smile, or a passer by to turn just for that second glance.

in any case, i leave eyeliner, mascara and the works only for extreme situations when it is absolutely necessary. mostly because my eyes suffer. even with all these clever remover products and opthomologically (right spelling i hope) tested eye make up my eyes can get itchy with all the residue. so naturally, after 2 days of using it, the third is always a rest day.

so back to the theory.
monday: basics (which are concealer, face powder, blush and lip balm) with pencil eyeliner
tuesday: basics, pencil eyeliner, lipstick
wednesday: basics, liquid eyeliner, mascara
thursday: basics, liquid eyeliner, lipstick
friday: basics. mascara. lipgloss. (anything more might make you attract way more attention than required, but then again i know a lot of people who can carry off the works with no issues so this report is subjective)

anyways since the tea has gotten me on the subject of vanity, i need to leave you before i begin a less indept and more ridiculous analysis of make-up and other vain vices of our world.

au revoir,
amelie

ex-po-zay!

ex-po-zay!

[unfortunately i don't have the little french accent on my keyboard for correct spelling, so bear with the phonetics.]

but that's what facebook is pretty much good at doing. somehow i wonder why im part of this vicious circle. as a piece of advice, every time you add or change a network, you need to change your privacy settings too. else, bear with "ex-po-zay!"

it's scary to know how many people will have access to personal information when your profile is "at large" in a network. needless to say, everyone knows this bullshit, but i was the victim here and i felt the moment of fear/"oh shit!"

more along the lines of exposure, the SIPF opening was today. an amazing event. lot's of important and interesting people. most of all, amazing photo stories. anyone can take great photographs, it only takes skill. to make this art, you need meaning- a narrative. this is what i saw at the works displayed today. photography that extends a moment through many still frames, divulging enough and concealing more. then you have your imagination/logic to fill in the rest. for a taste of this please go down (or rather "up") to take a look at the works.[www.sipf.com.sg]

"Where have you been when you were really comfortable inside your skin?" - Paul Kohl

there are plenty of fringe events going on during the sipf. so do enjoy!

another note on "ex-po-zay!". i've gotten used to this feature on the mac. i totally miss this on my pc. and now i end up squishing the sides of my mouse hoping to see my desktop.

au revoir for now!

amelie

running in heels with a dagger in my hand!

this is the sort of expression that is going catch people's attention. and being in this lackadaisical couldn't care less phase of life, i would say achievement is a must. the problem is that there is no single plan. there are many. like a child entranced, each new experience, outlook and opportunity becomes exciting, eye-opening, and almost obsessive. it is the idea of an idea that can keep this wandering spirit alive.

walking down the cobbled path (yes the path is cobbled. this is not a random phrase from an old english tale) in killer red stilettos, i burst into song. this sort of enthusiasm isn't normal in a sobered down, knackered soul like me. but yes, these random moments do happen, and when they do, there is a need for an explanation. excitement wears off from novelty. this splash of energy resonates from an enticing 4 days in a country not my own (although i wish it were) and not my adopted home either. a first timer in any city is always awe struck. hk for that matter, was all my architecture case studies coming to life. the congestion, the shopping avenues, the classiness, the age and the dirt all combined into one was a wonderfully refreshing. the urbanity and the density of such a vibrant city was what i needed to see. the activity available in hk is another emotion altogether. and so i have begun another urban love affair along with a thirst to see and touch new places.

if you were to consider the elements that define me, i would find it hard to pin point any particular characteristic. some things at the top of my head would be;
1. colourful or pointy shoes (sometimes both)
2. make up
3. exquisite and exotic food that looks pretty (not necessarily expensive and usually very safe)
4.long aimless walks (camera in hand)
5. discovery (usually of places)
6. bright pink, red and more recently lime green
7.tea

feel free to add to the list. im usually the worst at judging myself. fickle it may seem, but it is an experience cherished. a personality explored and a phase enjoyed or overcome. this is what i feel life is about; transition and the jabs, bolts and ecstasy that's embedded in the package.

so i must say, for a wanderer like me, until the i find solid ground to stand on (or for that matter if someone decides to lend me some), i simply choose to live this moment chasing every penchant idea; beautiful like a butterfly trying to reach the sky!

realise

caustic irony

snow patrol is playing chasing cars in the background. i haven't heard this song for months. why does it have to play today?

more about aging

helen mirren

strange gentlemen

on the bus ride home today i happened to sit beside an elderly man. he excused himself and asked me where i am from. not an unusual question but it quite unusual for conversation in a bus. such situations are extremely intimidating. however, this gentleman and along with his two other comrades were a class apart from the modern man. unlike their contemporary counterparts, the golden oldies have manners and they have respect.

i wouldn't advise anyone to willingly speak to elderly men (especially young girls) on a bus, but this seemed like a one off case of sincerity. they bid goodbye when they alighted, all of them at different stops. the last one to alight even complimented me. this generosity of spirit is hard to come by. but i must say, such encounters do make life bearable.

headrush

after nearly 2 years of total inactivity, a day of not so strenuous exercise can be detrimental. after stretching, twisting, turning, and ultimately relaxing at my first yoga class in years, i feel sleepy.

yups, a total anticlimax, but im just tired and sleepy.

there are still a million things on my to do list that are hardly getting the attention they deserve.

my couch is still dirty and uncomfortable and the housing agent refuses to pick up the phone.

my toilet needs a revamp and the plumber is MIA.

i need a desk to sprawl out my laptop and all its appendages.

i need a dresser and a mirror so i can practice my beauty regime every morning before it becomes compulsory.

i also need a new mattress...

and i need to finish unpacking.

on top of it all, yoga is supposed to help me relax. but i almost blacked out at the class today. and it was only a beginners lesson. my level of fitness has reached a rock bottom -2.

with all this tiredness i need to force myself to write something on this blog so that i can ward away all the dating and find your match ads that pop up on the google ad bar. this is not an adult dating site.

i hope it works. and i hope you click on them. so that i can go buy myself a new couch, desk, dresser, toilet, and so on.

from a very sleepy insee,
adieu

yesterday

speeding cars

Horoscopes... [and why they are bad...]

Pisces Tuesday, July 15

If you love something, let it go. If it comes back, it is yours. There are some things you just cannot change, no matter how hard you try. It is time to admit this to yourself and move on.

Lucky Numbers
8, 9, 17, 32, 33, 38
Compatible Sign
Cancer

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indecision

There's the dream that you've always been waiting for, but doesn't materialise, so you build another dream.

While waiting for your second dream to come into being, you are slapped in your sleep by your first dream. The opportunity is too good to let go. So you hang on to it for your dear life and things seem to work out.

Then, while dream no. 1 is smoothly sailing, dream no.2 pop's up. The motivation for dream no. 2 is still present. But the 2 dreams are conflicting, and you decide to pick dream no. 1 which has matured and is about to bear fruit. Unfortunately, your state of mind has eliminated the possibility of dream no. 2 of resurfacing.

What do you do at this point? As a piscean, indecision is an overbearing personal trait. Logical reasoning is paramount to being able to go to the next step.

I tell myself it's a journey and these are two roads, they could be parallel right now, and it's one or the other. But a little along the way they may intersect or combine. This possibility subconsciously keeps the dream alive.

paper clips

Yes, paper clips. The rather inconspicuous, mundane, but essential piece of stationery are given their moment of glory because they are little pieces that stick your life(or your hair)together. Temporarily and when you need it the most.

Why have i decided to elaborate on this uncelebrated article? Why not its Son the Stapler, or Mr. Punch. For one, Son the Stapler, got itself into a sticky, jello situation at the office, and well if you ask me, it is sort of overweight and capitalist. Getting back to the point, I think that the paper clip offers its user endless options and opportunities to express creativity. Apart from clasping sheets of bleached white paper together, they have been known to open locks, poke balloons, as a tiny screw driver, earrings, hair clips... the list goes on.

But, I think this little fella, conceived in the early 1900s has stood the test of time. It has survived the stapler. Apart from serving its modest function, it can also be an expression of art or creativity. Its endless combinations, twisted in groups or alone can create startling effects, almost like snowflakes. http://paperclipart.com/

For those of you who might wonder, I don't sell paperclips, but I am fascinated by its versatility and in a way it reminds me of an individual. Twisted inside, functional in the larger sense of the word, and more importantly, waiting to unwind and unleash its creativity and uniqueness. We ultimately are all paperclips, each one trying to invent a new purpose in our twisted little lives, or simply to unwind, and reach our full potential.

For more paperclip inspiration, please watch the next season of The Office. I'm sure you will be satisfied.

Similarly, getting away from an overdrawn metaphor, I am trying to unwind from this intricately layered and twisted life. I am venturing on the possibilities and they seem exciting.

Store design and merchandising gels together my favorite disciplines; design, marketing and advertising. Simply put, it is a form of spatial advertising that inculcates a brands identity subtly, and most permanently. To get into the details of designing stores would be sacrilegious (cos then I wouldn't have a job!) When my brains have more matter and motivation, I will be posting reviews and perspectives on stores and shops in Singapore. Please visit www.insee.blogspot.com to be in the loop.

Before I bugger off, the paperclips put my hair together, and effectively put me back in perspective of life and the challenges it offers us to grow and learn. What have they done for you?

hallelujah

speeding

"Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don't feed me violence
just run with me through rows of speeding cars.
The papercuts the cheating lovers
The coffee's never strong enough
i know you think it's more than just bad luck

There there baby
it's just text book stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
Now now darling
oh don't lose your head
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you yeah"

music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0eGe-VV7I8

Psychobabble

this is an amazingly beautiful and absolutely euphoric video.

I heard let go at first. Liked it, but wasn't overwhelmed. But this video intrigued me and i fell for her music instantaneously. Other songs i like are Psychobabble (eerie, almost supernatural)and Hear me out.

I've come across many instances this week which would deserve a blog post. Someones distasteful combination of black stockings under a translucent white dress with white shoes, or perhaps the unfortunate encounter with sleepyhead on the bus. I could throw in the fashion copycat i see on the bus too. Nonetheless, by the time i reach home, their blog-worthiness vanishes and have to look out for new material, which eliminates the whole idea of writing. (i know, i can be lazy)

Frou frou, on the other hand, is too pretty to slip by. Her videos are gorgeous. And in my new found frou-euphoria, i sound like a dimwitted fan. But once this blows over, i should be able to judge her music on a more substantial level.

Anyhoos, I'm off for a stroll in town, or a cycle in the park.
Ta!!

blubber-less and beautiful

belly dancer... gorgeous

leekspin

16904

about a boy

weird and Britishly entertaining. hope-giving and encouraging. throw in a nice soundtrack... :) = happy way to spend the evening.

of pillows, films and transportation

i am extremely excited about my new bicycle. It's all shiny and squeaky and everything cool about being new :). one slight hitch though... scroll down to understand....

i seem to be in an extremely good mood, in a yippa-dee-doo-dah sort of way. i watched the pillowman yesterday. totally gruesome, brutally funny and an excellent work of art. i also got to see adrian up close (but not so personal) so maybe thats where the high-ness is rubbing off from.

Thai Express + B&J ice-cream for dinner. Couldn't ask for a better day =)

the siff is going on. and the blursotong that i am, happened to hear of it only now. which means most of the shows i want to watch are full up. totally sucks. but im determined to go watch something thought provoking (or atleast action provoking). my brain's been on holiday for too long now.

AND THE MOMENT YOU (MORE LIKE I) HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!
The birth of my new bike. I should be going down to purchase it and ride it home this friday. its a year overdue, but unlike carrying babies, these things tend to incubate for longer, especially since their coming into being is dosh-dependant.

other things on my (cheapskate) list of things to do

movie marathon- breakfast at tiffanys, rebel without a cause
create body scrubs out of thin air
paint with my pre-purchased set of paints
kick some balls (read as play sports)
take some awesome photographs, with my new camera (in incubation right now)

alrighty then,
i shall too-da-loo
and goodnight to you!
my dears