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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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where have all the cowboys gone?
Thursday, September 30, 2004 @ 9:18 AM
what does a cat do on her birthday?

hmm... hmm... hmm... scratch.


ding dong bells and smelly trains
Monday, September 27, 2004 @ 9:16 AM
"happy people, yeah..."

fri 1045pm: ktm train
then: cannot sleep, drink milo, eat cup noodles, sleep
sat 545am: arrive in kl
then: no hotel
sat 640am: buy tickets for return trip
sat 700am: taxi to ahmad's house
sat 730am: meet ahmad the sculptor
then: talk, eat, take photos, look at sculptures, watch him sculpt
sat 945am: finally hotel
then: sleep
sat 1200pm: go to mid-valley (people have been raving about the valley incl. my mum and this singaporean girl we meet at the taxi stand)
sat 1245pm: arrive in mid-valley
sat 100pm: eat lunch at shakey's pizza
sat 130pm: bored
sat 200pm: very bored - nothing to buy!
sat 300pm: go back hotel
sat 330pm: sleep
sat 600pm: walk to klcc
sat 630pm: ahh... better. more shops.
sat 700pm: eat thai food
sat 745pm: walk about
sat 845pm: go supermarket
sat 930pm: hotel
sat 1100pm: go drinking, watch cars & bikes
sat 1200am: cheesy bar top dancing, fat ang-moh women in cowboy hats, too much beer, burp.
sun 100am: walk back
sun 115am: sleep... ... ...
sun 900am: breakfast
sun 1000am: laze
sun 1230pm: chinatown
sun 1245pm: bored
sun 130pm: lunch at mcdonalds
sun 215pm: wait for train
sun 300pm: train
sun 400pm: take pics, sleep
sun 600pm: cup noodles (cant find cafe, walked about 6 carriages down the wrong way, then walked about 10+ carriages down the right way)
sun 700pm: sleep
sun 845pm: johor (immigration officers come on board to write on our passports!!??)
sun 950pm: singapore customs, damn long
sun 1100pm: stuck at bukit timah train station, blackout, alien visits, splattered on the window
sun 1200am: tanjong pagar
sun 100am: sleep


the art of war
Friday, September 24, 2004 @ 9:57 AM
the best strategy in sun tzu's art of war is to run away

the art of war is really grounded in the sleek, modern killing machines; the guns, semi-automatic-whatever are a thing of beauty, an aesthetic tool, powerful indeed. and the sprays of blood on the canvas is a technique only the finest artists can master.

an unwritten biography
Wednesday, September 22, 2004 @ 8:38 PM
narcissus garden
bras basah is a great source of cheap art books. go check it. from aboriginal to medieval to pop to neo-classical. they have it all at damn cheap prices. plus a 20% discount if you're nice to the auntie. cheap. cheap. cheap.
my uncle is in hospital. he has aged twenty years in the last one month. he cannot swallow food. food goes into his lungs. so he is on the drip. the drip. he is a skeleton. he will be on a drip for a very long time. an indefinite amount of time. can you imagine being on a drip for weeks, months, years?
point is, which is what the point always is, is... is... is... think about you, your life now. one day, any day, today, your body is going to fail you, your mind will fail you... and you will regret. you will definitely regret all the things that you have put off. all the places that you have not visited. all your dreams that you have not fulfilled.
one day, when all the rivers/seas are polluted, all the trees are cut down, all the skies are black, then man will realise that money cannot be eaten.
"Cut Piece" - performance piece by Yoko Ono, 1965
a performance in which members of the audience are invited to cut away pieces of her clothing. while the piece takes place, ono maintains her equanimity, even when she is nearly naked. cut piece is a powerful event demonstrating the duality of power and powerlessness, the fate of female innocence in the face of violence. everyone is implicated in the act of disrobing the artist, whose calm acts as an infinite reproach, even though it is ono herself who has invied the disrobing.

love it or hate it
Tuesday, September 21, 2004 @ 10:21 AM
i had a strange dream two nights ago. i dreamt of someone that i used to go out with in nus. we were not together together. but we did like each other, i think. we were in the same program so we'd bump into each other. we went out for movies, lunch in the arts canteen... he wasnt particularly attractive but very smart. very intellectual and that was attractive. anyway, we lost touch and he faded...

Sunday, September 19, 2004 @ 9:18 PM

Lance Armstrong - TdF '03 Posted by Hello

christian goes to stanford
@ 9:12 PM
freud. let id out.
"baby, i feel asleep amidst the flowers, for a couple of hours, what a beautiful day.
baby, i dream of you amidst the flowers, for a couple of hours, such a beautiful day."
talkin to colin on icq now and he's so depressed about leaving chicago. i've never seen him depressed. it's kinda scary.
the weekend - changi hotel marathons. sleepy exhausted cat.
itchy eyes. rub eyes with paws. red dry eyes. paw print. the only decent thing to watch on teevee - gilmore girls.
resolution - spend less money. &&&...

to hell with culture and all that nonsense
Saturday, September 18, 2004 @ 10:09 AM
air monsters under my bed

THE reason to watch dodgeball - lance armstrong. he does a 5 minute cameo, but what the heck, it's still armstrong.


errr... huh? yah... so? what?!? you're exploring the meaning of life? hmm...
Thursday, September 16, 2004 @ 9:15 PM
okay!!! fine!!!
i admit it... i watch singapore idol. i happen to be at home every thursday at 8pm and i bitch about them, i have favourites... what can i say? its home entertainment... i even have my fav judge. the last one. watshisname? ken? issit? the one with the clever snotty snide remarks. yah. that one. oh and i hate to say this, cause she happens to be one of my kind... (the eurasians lah) but beverly is damn annoying, so act cute. buay tahan. please, i hope she doesnt get in. i find sylvester rather adorable actually. err... i know i know. i'm supposed to go gagaga over the malay dude. but there's something very endearing about sylvester... his 77th street leather spikey wrist bands, long cockroach feelers fringe and the raspy voice coming out of that pasty, rocker-beng face can be quite appealing actually. heh.
why people still buy 8 days: -
(1) they feature sharon au on the cover for the 319th time. trust me, i counted. i def want to read more about sharon as a maid.
(2) "10 sure ways to make singaporeans have more babies" - oh yes, one thing they forgot, 80% of the men i'm meeting now are gay. so how?
(3) teevee listings
(4) the best reason? - so that i can get littles snippet summaries on whats going to happen in my favourite chinese drama serials... like...
"a taiwanese drama about a rich boy who gets his father to buy him an official post, so as to impress the girl he fancies." duh
"a gutsy lady runs away from an arranged marriage and ends up falling for the man she has been betrothed to. a mongolian prince complicates matters." double duh
"a heartbroken man finds a new love and discovers she is the recipient of his late girlfriend's heart" who writes these things???
i've been thinking about... it sounds weird but... i read somewhere that this commando guy left his gf for this other gay guy (who happens to be a really talented artist). i was wondering if a gay guy would leave his bf for me... ok i know. its all very duh... ok what about a gorgeous girl leaving her bf for me? hmm... ok fine. i'll shuddup.
finished palahniuk's diary. i judge how good a book is by (1) how much i cry (2) how fast i want to finish it (3) how many pages i dogear (thats for all the good quotes) for eg, almost all the pages in fight club are dog-earred. with diary, i didnt cry. i finished it pretty fast. i dog-earred some pages. but its still a fantastic read. palahniuk should win the nobel prize for literature. seriously. good night.
time to catch idol results...

i've always dreamed impossible dreams
Monday, September 13, 2004 @ 9:31 PM
chinois electricity

this month's i-D smells chinese... or rather asian. i sniff at the pages before i sleep, and i smell porcelain skin, straight black hair and slit me eyes. orientalism it is. oh you cold, detached asian chick.
maggie cheung is muse.
jacelyn tay is junkie wannabe. hic.
tadanobu asano is (the god of my dreams).
tony leung is a one-page hit wonder.
tadanobu empire - he was the geeky introverted anally neat/clean librarian in last life in the universe. (boys and girls, please go watch last life in the universe if you havent in your life heard or seen it, it's the best movie of 2004, i swear, cross my heart and hope to die) its a miniscule island floating in the vastness of la la land, which makes it even more worthwhile to catch. it is heartbreakingly beautiful. sob.
and then came zatoichi. tadanobu empire reigns! oh hail.
channel five repeats are disgusting. well not if they repeat david blaine in hell freezes over.
colin's life motto: "life is short, so eat your dessert first."
mine: "everything happens for a reason." - i know, i know. i should come up with something deeper. but! but! but!... err. i have something to blame when things go wrong? blame the universe, the stars, the cosmos... oh... oh... oh...
it's called a heart. yes, a heart. it breaks sometimes ya know? it does? really truly? i'm sorry, i forget. sheepish.
tomorrow, i will call up national parks board and convince them to donate plants for our patchy, sandy, "grass" patches. and throw in some landscaping in for free.
my last blog entry bermuda triangulated.

Sunday, September 12, 2004 @ 2:52 PM

The French Printmaking show! From left, Raphael Millet (Cultural representative from French embassy), moi, Eric Linard (French printmaker of the famous Eric Linard Editions), Imelda Tan (Matin's gorgeous executive) and Bernard Quesniaux (visiting French artist). Posted by Hello

person man, person man, hit you with a frying pan
@ 2:13 PM
Please...
(1) do not read Dan Brown's the da vinci code... i am sick to the point of carrot fever of seeing people in the train, buses, bookshops, coffee shops read the da vinci code, talk about the da vinci code. dear folks, there are better "things" out there called books. do not trust the new york bestseller's lists (even p. anderson's titty tale is on it). if you're alone and not within earshot of anyone, say out loud, "fuck the da vinci code" say it again "fuck dan brown. fuck the da vinci code" and spread the word. tell everyone you know to stop reading it or not read it at all. you do not need to read another "book" on the new york bestseller's list. thats crap. we (colin and i) were contemplating setting the whole shelf of dan brown's books at borders on fire. yes. no more da vinci code. say NO to the da vinci code.
(2) and say NO to nicholas sparks. if you need romance, just do the totally cheesy, trashy romance novels. i'm okay with those. those depict a realistic forray of sexual and save-me fantasies. if you need escapism, go for it all the way - dont do the the half way thing and settle for nicholas sparks. he's occupying to much shelf-space with equally cheesy titles like the notebook, the postman, a walk to forget, message bottle... zzz... they work better than sleeping pills.
(3) watch harold and kumar go to white castle. just watch it. dont even bother with the terminal, 13 going on 30, three extremes, man on fire or any other pseudo-intellectual films. they're a waste of time. say YES to harold and kumar.
so make decisive choices today. your vote matters.

step in the name of love
Thursday, September 09, 2004 @ 2:28 PM
people ask me, "what do you do?"

845am - switch on computer, fill water bottle
900am- check email, reply emails
915am - type minutes of meeting with gilles (french artist)
1000am - settle reformasi (dhl) stuff (headache)
1030am - sculpture society show - minutes, files
1045am - open lower gallery
1100am - gallery sit
100pm - chow time
145pm - show karl (german? artist) around
200pm - read through retro specks file (exhibition i'm handling - it's in dec. stress. my first exhibition!)
230pm - typing this

its just like any other office - admin problems. ppl who dont return phonecalls. computers that break down, long hours. the ups? meeting artists, wearing three quater pants and slippers to work, vegetarian food. heh.

"the artist is not a special kind of man. every man is a special kind of artist."


there are ants on the radio ga-ga radio boo-boo
@ 2:01 PM
chow time: - sake salmon sushi seeped with wasabe... ouch.

rush hour: - shop till i feel psychologically reassured again.

nalgene: - baby milk bottles? ostrich egg workshop anyone?

hold my hand: - i think i am fainting at the sight of too many pretty boys.

river taxi: - a neo-feminist excerpt of cancerous embodied film.

ooze sex: - celibate? anything u'd like from paris?

watwatwat: - "spiritual activity works only in the plenitude of freedom"

on the go: - masterful atriculate matriach woman pearl nonononononono

when?: - we dont know when.

texture: - homo-eroticism in a contoured space capsule, a pink bubble.

styrofoam: - tears a hole in your head.