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♥ meddling with the grand plan. snip, snip.
★ maybe-marble
Oberon Theatre

"i think it's a mistake to lose one's sense of death, even one's fear of death. isn't death the boundary we need? doesn't it give a precious texture to life, a sense of definition? you have to ask yourself whether anything you do in this life would have beauty and meaning without the knowledge you carry a final line, a border or limit."

- white noise, don delillo

★ yuki-chan
Oberon Theatre

yuki pic

★ of the devil's party
Oberon Theatre

"we were the children of innocent consumerism and the inheritors of the freedoms won by our seditious elders in the late sixties. we had a free, superior and somewhat lazy education. we weren't much restrained by morality or religion. music, dancing and conscienceless fucking were our totems. we boasted that we were the freest there'd ever been."

- intimacy, hanif kureishi

★ everybody's doing it baby!
the village voice rotten tomatoes om improvement mOmentOm yOga camper iD magazine ontological-hysteric theatre mazzy star green plastic radiohead official radiohead tour de france lance armstrong sex and the city baylene feminist sf and fantasy atheist quotes go fug yourself buy cheap marie claire! ted design*sponge unstudio 2modern

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★ the propellerheads
"when i was a kid i used to pray every night for a new bicycle. then i realised that the lord doesn't work that way so i stole one and asked him to forgive me."

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do you like this?
Monday, August 30, 2004 @ 1:38 PM
staying in. baylene's fav mag is also i-D. jacelyn tay in i-D this month *cringe* the hungry ghosts get full.
aww. annoying. there's all these little internet links on my blog now. no i did not add them. not so eng.
anyway, womad was awesome!!! ran into a whole bunch of unexpected people. i wasnt even supposed to be there in the first place. boo chai had complimentary passes from spore tourism board. he passed them to imelda. she couldnt make it last minute so i went with pam. havent seen her in ages and she's still the same ole biting pam. ran into clara there, havent seen her for soo long also. she was there with a whole bunch of people. and i get a message from colin asking me where i was. apparently he was in the clara bunch of people and saw me talking to her! yikes! so i met up with him. damn cool. cause i havent seen him in ages and taking into consideration our weird relationship, it was just damn bloody cool. AND one of clara's friend was the girl i bumped into at the seattle bus station on the way to whistler. yes, oh my god. things are so weird. and she went to northwestern with colin. yikes. damn weird. AND i bumped into Raphael again. there were thousands of people there and he was standing next to me at the sultan performance. cool huh? crazy night. music was awesome. crowd was amazing. i'm rambling on and on and i realise my english is going down the longkang...

flower power
Wednesday, August 25, 2004 @ 4:55 PM
ecstatic. job-hunt updates.
i have found a job! will be joining the crew at sculpture square from 1st Sep onwards. pay is on the low side but decent enough to eat, shop and travel. cool eh? they do lots of funky stuff - installations, sculpture, new media, inter-disciplinary works, they're non-profit, non-commercial (so i dont have to entertain the tais tais) and the place seems cosy. wish me luck. but no expectations. going into it with an open mind. *grin* phew.

the things that you own, they will start owning you
Monday, August 23, 2004 @ 12:52 PM
working shit jobs so we can buy things that we dont need
thinking too much about death lately. in the car, crossing the streets, at my desk, on the train, eating dinner, in the toilet. anything that can happen may happen. first it was dean's collapsed left lung, then it was jeannine's hernia. i know i'm paranoid. but it's not a morbid-obssessive thinking about death thingy. it's a quiet contemplation of sorts. yes, i will die someday. maybe sooner. maybe later. but nevertheless i'm not afraid of death. truly not. (maybe a little terrified at suffering) but death... hmm. i have a good feeling about it because if i were to die now, right now at my pathetic 2 x 2 m office cubicle, i will have no regrets. death. a friend. esp in the car. i'm quite a reckless driver. too fast, too careless, too kan chiong. even when friends/dad/mum are driving, i can envision the car flippin in mid-air, gracefully rotating somersaults and bam, hitting the ground once, twice before twisting mangled metal settles at the bottom of a ditch. and me inside, bleeding, head broken, bones fractured, jaw dislocated. and i would be thinking, what a wonderful world.
i found a second-hand shop at city hall, opp st andrews cathedral and they sell branded bags, wallets, clothes at less than half the original price. i found a really tempting bargain - a classic gucci tote... for 250 bucks. looks brand new. would be selling for at least 800 bucks at the gucci store. and i couldnt stop thinking about the bag. this is ridiculous. its only a bag. gawd. must not let the bag possess me. must not let the bag possess me. told my mum about it. told my sis about it. now i'm telling you. i'm still thinking about it as you can see. DIE. i wouldnt buy it. but its tempting. all the other girls have it, so i must have it. MUST HAVE IT. maybe i theorise too much. just buy the damn bag for gawds sake. but no, i cant. against my principles. hah.
today's lunch was yummy crabs. chili crabs, black pepper crabs. pat's crabs. yummy. coming in on mondays have its perks. i get free lunches... crabs and curry and almond jelly and bread. yum but must watch the waistline. getting fat.

raindrops falling on my head
Saturday, August 21, 2004 @ 4:00 PM
cold. bitter. estranged.

its just matin and i in the gallery today. he keeps saying, "michele, you're so quiet!" (imelda is on a roadtrip to melaka) he suffered a minor image attack just when our boss' daughter waved and said, "bye uncle!") heh. he's traumatised.
i am updating the gallery's data base today. working on donald sultan so i'm staring at oranges, oranges, oranges, blue poppies, yellow poppies, red poppies... they're gorgeous though. would buy them if i had money. IF.
the dvd uncle popped by our office two days ago and i bought "fight club"! yippee. finally! have been looking all over the place for it... its pirated but so what?
tan swie hian on the cover of life today... goodie. we're selling his prints, Eight Fables, at S$4,600.00 (!) would buy them if i had money. IF.
we're organising a pacita abad show in manila on the 9th of sep. so tempted to go. so cool.
and yes the deadline is october. sigh. cross fingers and toes. hv to find "permanent" work by oct. if not dad is going to "find" me work... sob.


disorientation! walk backwards, sideways on your hands.
Friday, August 20, 2004 @ 11:04 AM
everybody's changing and i dont feel the same... (pseudo radiohead-ocean-colour-scene-coldplay)
today, i am just plain sick. runny dripping nose. need to fix the nose up. cant stop sniffling and sneezing. hachew! itchy nose, throat and ears. flu bug is descending - nesting its seeds deep within my warm mucus.
been receiving messages on friendster from "fellow divers". its really strange cause they tell me that they've seen my profile and it says scuba diver in there somewhere. i checked it and all i put in there is "gardening yogini, diving ballerina" which doesnt even make sense in the first place. PLUS, i've been getting weird prank calls. sheesh. freaky. no offense of course. but yah my imagination runs wild. diving is out of the picture right now since i cant even afford to eat decently. ironically, i bought a yummy pair of adidas shoes last week. bernard loved them. we were debating if adidas was from germany or france. he, of course, is on france's defense.
brought imelda to yoga and she loved it. she's bringing mark next week. super duper. love it when couples get into yoga together. very encouraging.
went for a different yoga class yesterday. it was disorienting. seriously. been too comfortable in routine. stpi routine. yoga routine. even the arrangement of mats were different. that was disconcerting. it just felt weird. super weird. style of teaching was interesting. it was really slow, relaxed. interesting. its good to disorientate yourself once in a while. dont get too comfortable in one routine.

the myth of sisyphus
Wednesday, August 18, 2004 @ 1:56 PM
today, the rock is a burden. it is heavy. too heavy it seems. becoming weary and tired. heavy heave. and today, i dont know what to do.....

too coconuts
Saturday, August 14, 2004 @ 12:46 PM
happy... matin and boo chai are bringing a group of indian artists around the gallery and workshop this morning. i bumped into one of them in the gallery wings... he tells me, "this is a beautiful place! i have never seen anything like this before. outside i look calm and serious but inside, i am jumping for joy!" i am blown away. this is the reason why i am a slave to the arts. haha. quite corny i know but when you get that kind of response, you know that it is worth it.
we might be going down for an indian exhibition at bodhi gallery later... yesterday, m, bc and i brought bernard and eric to taksu. and matin keeps telling people that i am evil... to look beyond the innocent facade... oh my. anyway, i hijacked raphael's french cds to burn... today's lunch is supermarket sushi and leftover bites from the indian function. yummy. eric loves the samosas.
bernard is giving his lecture now. he's quite a hit with everyone... he's just so sweet and silly. he calls his art "idiotic art" and when he tries to explain the ideas behind his art to people he says, "in my idiotic mind, my idiotic art is..." i'll be heartbroken when he leaves tonight... he's such a dear. even i will miss eric's surreal silent presence... *sob*
i have no plans tonight. should be going home to keep dad company since mum is attending sammi cheng's concert in genting. hee.

bernard oh bernard!
Thursday, August 12, 2004 @ 6:09 PM
bernard is such a darling. yes i am going nutty over the french artist in our gallery. he's nerdy gorgeous (with big plastik black glasses and all) and has that cutest french accent. die. you know how intimidating french men can be? this one is such a sweet darling. and a fantastic artist. *faint*
i 'volunteered' to be the 'official' photographer for the opening since we rather buy more wine than hire a professional. *stress* at least it gives me something to do. and i get to snap important peeps in open-mouths-crotch-scratching poses... haha. not that mean. i'm going to be my usual gooey sweet self.
its 30 mins to the opening... countdown. my hands are still aching from cutting all the wall text labels - i was really terrible at it. camera's battery just went flat. charging. just dont die on me during the important bits. hungry. cant wait for the little yummy bites. and btw just realised i put down the wrong timing for the opening. its 630 with goh speech at 700. meows. kitty goes prancing.
snoots. my paragraphs are not where i want them to be. nuts. help.
http://www.stpi.com.sg/download/Contemporary_French_Prints-Bernard_Quesinaux_an_the_Eric_Linard_Editions.pdf

2 jap cuties & indian rave parties
Tuesday, August 10, 2004 @ 11:02 AM
early sat updates: hanging prints. minimalist french zig-zagged no sense prints. strng arms now. my favourite was a black one with starry glitter dust that reminded me of my glitter eye shadow from body shop. cold pizza and kfc chicken. missing the beer. matin was great company. sweet. note: french exhibition opening on coming thursday 8pm. bernard quesniaux and eric linard editions. free wine and yummy pick-me-ups.
late sat updates: pkw in little india. yummy. a bit scared. a bit nervous. a bit strung out. but once the alcohol settled in my warm belly, you're right at home with the folks. got caught up hanging out with the folks contemplating life that i broke my clarke quay date and got into messy messiness. but all is well and i have new bunch of folks to contemplate life with. it was literally a "what is life?" session. yumminess. j performed lindy solo. i'm like, please please dont bug me to go solo. i was planning to do some yoga or really-unstable-pirouettes if i had to go solo. haha. thank gawd. gorgeous people.
sunday updates: hmm lunch. hillary clinton. dinner. sleep.
early monday updates: yuka! the cutest jap girl who hung out with the booorrring singaporeans in seattle. hee. she's here with another cutie. showed them around the zoo, ate roadside ice cream with bread (yes they got highly excited, had to take pics and all), ate yakun kaya and frog leg porridge, shopped at dfs, took pretty-in-tokyo photo stickers... exchanged hugs muacks...
late monday updates: five hour pool marathon... me spectator indulging in self-entertainment - constellations, nebulas and shrondinger's cat. haha. plastik stomach. was not hungry. note: should only eat when hungry, not when greedy. uptight pee weak bladder. maybe i should go pro... in pool. cause apparently they need a girl to take part in competitions... hah. affirmative action.
jiggles.

embellishments
Friday, August 06, 2004 @ 10:37 AM
i was staring at a spot on the wall in yoga class on weds. (your mind is where you decide it to be) so i decided that my mind will be on that spot. the world descended and settled itself around that spot. pick a spot.