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am typing this on the laptop on my way to school.

went to Ministry of Sound last night with the usual suspects and i seriously think that i am getting on age , because what i used to deem as early was the time i actually wanted out , because i was just too tired and the joints in my bones ached from the dancing. ha. damn.

last sunday was the 49th day since my grandpa passed away and we had the final prayers at the temple , the last of the weekly temple visits in the past 7 weeks.

i am coping with his passing surprisingly well though the pain gets unbearable at times especially when i look at his belongings which i have kept , a well worn Seiko watch and his signature black stone gold ring.

i think its easier when you think about how much pain he has to endure before his body finally relented and gave up. during that bleak period all i really wanted was for him to just let go.

anyway.

i love being in the temple , looking at the devotees made up of mainly bent grey-haired people and walking through the isles of photos of the deceased. yea , i have a morbid fascination with that.

obituaries ? you bet.

i saw this ancient shrivelled being hobbling past me with a make-shift walking stick , back arched like a crescent moon and with each seemingly labourious step she takes , one could almost hear her inhaling a deep contemplative breath.

her cheeks - how could it be possible that they were once like mine - cushiony and yielding to every touch , flushed and veiled by a light down-like fuzz not unlike that of a peach.

in place now , a cobbled path of sorts , every crease a testimony of life's trials and tribulations. sagging , with a burden perhaps ?

her upper lips tight around her toothless gums , a stern matronly look. her gold-rimmed reading glasses magnifies her eyes to comic proportions. her eyes , almost misty blue with age.

the clothes on her petite body , a paisley mandarin collared top discoloured with repeated washings, and black cotton pants synomonous with women her age. were they once part of a trend in her time ? will my outfit now trigger the same reaction in my grandchildren in time to come ? will they even form part of an exhibit in a musuem a century from now ?

i shudder at that thought.

time for photos again! ( i know you guys love it , voyeurs ! )




my first ever experience eating alone in a fast food restaurent ( tried to look inconspicuous ) i absolutely LOVE carl's jr's santa fe chicken burger !!!!! and criss-cut fries with salsa. shit. i'm craving for that now.

and contrary to my petite frame , i am actually able to devour an entire carl's jr set meal by myself , a feat which even some guys are unable to attain. worship me !!

and yes i read gossip magazines ! SO !?!?! :p



some hip-hop gig i attended by mistake with P. we thought there was an acoustic indie gig going on . not a big hip hop fan but the atmosphere was good.



a solo dance act at the esplanade concourse as part of the fringe festival



a bhutanese lady in her traditional garb at the metamophorsis ( wah sibei big word sia ) of bhutanese woven textiles exhibition at the esplanade jendela gallery. gosh i think you guys should know by now my fascination with the himalayan countries - nepal , tibet and bhutan ! love their culture. so zen.



bhutanese textiles.



G and i looking windstruck



ter and i !



eh ter i love this shot man , the composition is rather perfect. a pity the subject wasn't :p



his super-ventilated jeans ! note the stragetic placin of the "air-vents" , which allows the whole world to admire his checkered boxers. bloody exhibitionist.



"the visit" exhibition , a mixed media gallery featuring works of inmates.



hard at work at the substation.



my first ever rollie experience , courtesy of ter !!! note that the tobacco really looks like pubic hair. LOL !



an attempt to look cute. hahahhaa. a rather decent try i suppose ( i look 14 ) but nauseating nevertheless. at least i tried ! ( i have to purse my lips together so i don't look like a half-fucked rodent )

and have i ever mentioned how awesome Zara's spring collection is ? shitte. and i want to buy everything in agnes.b .

okay i sound like a spoilt bimbo.

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listenin to : emineim - lose yourself ( the only hip hop i like. eminem's a maestro, man ! )