i feel a quiet elation blooming inside, slowly spreading its cheer to every bit of me. you make so glad to call you mine.
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today some white people drove past and yelled “SUSHI!” at me. i confess my vague amusement.
i was hungry, and i made myself a snack. the snack turned out to be spaghetti with two kinds of cheese with heaps of garlic and and basil.
i comforted myself after i polished off everything, with this quote.
“Everything you see I owe to spaghetti.“
-Sophia Loren
food for thought, anyone?
my first day as a lacto-ovo vegetarian. i don’t think i miss meat much though.
i’ve given this matter a great deal of thought. and i’m not doing this for health reasons, nor animal welfare reasons. i think there are some things we do inevitably with no explanation for it.
(although i will continue to eat normally as i would, when i eat out.) wait, wait, wait. don’t scoff. i stay home 95% of the time, so i will consume minimal meat.
wish me luck! will be posting a detailed menu of what i have consumed after my first week goes by successfully! (:
free will is a ridiculously simple concept to understand, yet factor in relationships and you get the concept warped beyond recognition in one psycho party’s fettered psyche.
it occurred to me, that one cannot force anyone to believe in something they do not want to believe in. one can strong-arm someone to acquiesce, albeit halfheartedly of a chore of their choice, but a belief is a fire within, chosen only by the metaphorical heart, and stuck there, weathering the storms and change.
yes, free will is indeed an easy concept to comprehend, but do you apply it correctly in direct correlation to relationships? in the absence of its application, a power struggle ensues, and a relationship without free will, is doomed to fail.
i think i paid a very dear price for this lesson, so friends, i hope you learn well.
ever sat on a night flight by the wing?
the inner window has minuscule ice crystals inside, and looking out, the midnight blue looks endless, speckled with glittering stars. between the heavens and earth, suddenly neither seems to register and the wing seems to resemble a diving board. dive dive dive into the midnight darkness and all your troubles are left on the plane, left to touchdown in an airport on earth somewhere, tottering monotonously on a conveyor belt, waiting to be unleashed on another unsuspecting dolt. place your hot palm on the cool window and it leaves a palmprint.
that’s the closest you’re ever going to be near Peace.
i think this explains my penchant for night flights.
the doing of laundry to wash my very smelly sheets for kase before she comes to perth.
and the start of a roadtrip down south which i grossly under-packed for, in an attempt to travel light, which needless to say, FAILED.
Cape Leeuwin, some lighthouse, fucking windy, and as you can tell, i wasn’t paying attention during the tour.
everyone’s “harvest”. yummy much?
dinner, before we went to fetch kase.
drug addict much? (:
Ciao Italia really, really, makes me… happy.
my boots nice? 
haggard kase, after her delayed budget flight. >.<
a series of photos at King’s Park, with her cameras, and mine.
i didn’t know my shitty 200-dollar camera could take double image photos too. like my rainbow sweater? (:
in the cab before we reach viet hoa and the stripclub, which sadly, no photos; not allowed.
more double image nonsense.
at the gay club.
with a random viet gayboy we made friends with.
P.S. kase i miss you!
my favorite photo. very whorehouse-ish, don’t you think?
bintang cafe, the day after we chase kase all over perth.
the start of yuzheng’s birthday party…. everyone likes jello shots, no?
Don’t you think my right breast looks really, really deformed? LOL!!!!
some Maori guy, who did a Haka in his drunken stupor. will upload the video when i’m more bored than i currently am.
i am skipping school to finish some shitty work. ROAD-TRIP tomorrow down south because my housemate’s friend(i’m not sure) is here to visit him so we shall all rent a car and drive down south for wineries, chocolate factories, and i have so much work to do because i’m not free next weekend because MISS KASE TAN is coming from singapore to visit, and we shall go to a gay club to ogle @ cute gay men!!!! and i promise you, miss tan, i will wash my sheets and tidy my (fucking messy)room before you come.
1. lit thesis to do
2. el2 essay to finish 1500 words
3. media essay on james bond trailer 1000 words
3. bio report 1/3 of 1200 words?
4. econs test to mug should be easy-peasy
off to EXOTICA tonight, with my favorite roast porkkkkkkkk and icey ice! yum! we’re all bringing my housemate’s “friend” to the strip club because stuffy singapore doesn’t have ANY! and then home calls, then we’re waking up early tomorrow to drive down south. hell of a hectic weekend!
and yesssssss, finally time to finish using my coupons(for the damned strip club)!
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in the fray of messy clothes tangled legs soiled underwear pumping hearts gasping lungs contracting muscles chafed skin moist sheets soft moans heavy breathing what do you see? i see disgust i see the false heat in winter i see the dark nature and i see the way out.
way out of?
that black line.
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this is a good life. sometimes.
i love tarantino films.
beating lights beating my eyes my skin my body pumping loud music into every pore pumping my blood pumping me into oblivion i’m in a box i can’t get out i want to be miss sunshine i want to screech in joy i want wear yellow and orange and dance but this is winter and every dark inside of every bloody person surfaces.
wait.
stop.
listen.
can you hear me. you read this bloody entry on your computer screen from miles away can you feel my eyes droning into this text you’re reading right now. can you feel the trance beating through my fingers as i type to the rhythm of the beat.
no, you bastards. can you smell the smoke in my mouth. can you smell my peach body butter. can you can you can you. bitch.
ok. time out from my psycho-moment.
have a good day, fuckshit!
fear.
how would you feel if someone reached their fingers deep inside your deepest enclaves without your consent would you scream would you protest would you silently accept would you cry would you do what everyone considers the unthinkable and ellipses ask for more just like oliver did just like i did in my dreams and ask for more invasion of the softest wettest more intimate enclaves that make the most curious sensations most curious rushes of pleasure and most curious pleasurably painful contractions fullstop
how would you like it if i kissed and kissed you but touched you not and then bit your neck and shoulders hard hard hard till bruises slowly blossommed and then welts with blood brimming from the teeth edges and how would you like it if i licked off all the blood and loved you in spirit fullstop
how would you like it fullstop
how would you fullstop
like it fullstop
