29 March 2008


I want to jump
into puddles

scamper off when the doorbell
rings and the door swings
open as I turn the corner
into your arms

one juicy pear in
your pocket
one you fingered
with much bravado

pirate fights in cemeteries
a dustbin lid as your shield
a triangular patch over
the eye for good measure

a raised wooden sword
with a rusty penknife

spindly trees
bare after showering
the ground with crunchy leaves

let's grow old
let's grow old together
it may be a cliche true but
I want to walk into the sunset with you

1:36 PM;

23 March 2008

Some outtakes from the trial shoot that day

9:14 PM;

21 March 2008

Right now I'm thinking...

a) I want to own so many books they can be arranged by rainbow.

b) I love people with quirks and I wish more people could develop some, or at least, one. It would make them so much more interesting.

c) I want to develop a taxidermy collection. I currently have an antelope head, but it's wooden so it doesn't count.

d) Stacy asked me to paint reindeers on her wardrobe but I said I thought zebras would look better.

e) I knitted for hours last night when I should have been doing work but I don't really feel guilty.

f) I made myself a cranberry turkey sandwich for dinner last night and lunch just now, but thought it didn't taste as good as it should be because I had nobody to share it with.

g) I have an intense crush on Jason Schwartzman and I chuckle to myself on the bus when I watch him hosting Cribs as Louis XVI in Versailles on my ipod.

h) I regret not taking up French language classes when I first entered university.

i) I realize I have never shared much personal details on this blog. I guess I'm quite a private person.

j) I am insanely proud of the fact that I do not own an account on any social networking website (i.e. facebook, myspace, etc.).

k) There is constantly a conversation going on in my head and I was surprised when I found out that that is not the case with other people.

l) My most recent obsession is with rooftops. I'll look at pictures of rooftops and gaze at them wistfully for a long time.

m) My other obsession is with wallpapers.

n) I really ought to go back and work on my essays right now.

4:09 PM;

11 March 2008

The lovers wait to lose their balance. They would dive
gratefully into the half-dark, picking fingers, thighs, lips
and tumescent parts. But wait, let's stick to beginnings.
Before a rustle in the chest, there were first meetings

in crowds and along unremarkable corridors. A grin, a look
and the memory shrinks to the here and now, re-playable
for future use in the hour before sleep, the hours before
they meet again. Living is an endless piece of rope.

- Accelerando,
Cyril Wong
tilting our plates to catch the light

10:37 PM;

05 March 2008

Charlotte Gainsbourg shot by Hedi Slimane
Vogue Paris Dec/Jan '08

Listen - all that she was then, all that she is now, those gestures, everything I remember but won't or can't articulate anymore, the perfect words that are somehow made imperfect when used to describe her and all that should remain unsaid about her - it is all unsupported by reason. I know that. But that enigmatic calm that attaches itself to people in the presence of reason - it's something from which I haven't been able to take comfort, not reliably, not since her.

- Seven Types of Ambiguity,
Elliot Perlman

12:56 AM;

02 March 2008

I've been bopping and hopping around, with Vampire Weekend's A-Punk blaring away, on the laptop and in my head. It's been playin', playin', playing.

And here, they play for La Blogotheque

Anyway, one of the reason I'm really liking the band is how they pay homage to Wes Anderson, from the futura font on their covers to the videos. Some reviewers have likened them to an aural take on an Anderson film. I'd say I agree.

As an aside, these La Blogotheque videos always fill me with this most wondrous mix of love and envy. Paris is truly beautiful I have to say, it's almost as much a character in the videos as the musicians and the songs they play. Just that opening sequence where the guy strides across the screen, atop the low crumbling brick wall giving us a glimpse of the roofscape, harmonica in hand, filled me with a most painful sort of yearning. Oh well...

11:47 PM;

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I lean my head slowly to the side, reflect on the camellia on the moss of the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling the foliage, the forward rush of life is crystallised in a brilliant jewel of a moment that knows neither plans nor future, human destiny is rescued from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing time, warms my tranquil heart.

- The Elegance of the Hedgehog,
Muriel Barbery


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