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Where is the sunny road?
One day, I would like to write a love story around Bourke Street. That stretch of road that runs from O'Dea Street and up to Bourke Street Bakery that is lined with narrow historic terraces and lush broad trees with branches that reach out to infinity and falling leaves caught in an endless drift ( Read more... ) -
This heart attack
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I want to be on a caravan
Since my last entry, probably way back in February or March I have felt my grasp on life slipping further and further away. In probably a moment of dramatic melodrama that is now I firmly believe that my grasp on life has slipped into a volcanic abyss between tectonic plates on a Japanese island.
In the humdrum of daily life... suffocating ( Read more... ) -
I need a day off... another day that is
It is rather ironic that my avatar of many many years old perfectly depicts the state of my brain, at this very stage. A day off is no longer sufficient, I need two!
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Arty Farty
I had a lovely day off yesterday whose goodvibes have unfortunately, worn thin once again with the doldrums of employment. Beautiful Sunday mornings is like watching an erotic film in slow motion - sunlight filtering through the blinds, morning breeze curling through the hidden place, skin rubbing and caressing under white sheets and wild hormones ( Read more... ) -
the pubic
The general public are just so painful to deal with....
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silly love poem
Loving Nicholas is..
loving the golden spark in deep marine eyes
loving the smile that brightens dark grey days
loving the excitement of what sunrise brings
loving the warmest cord of care that comes with eternal love and kisses
I love you my baby xxx -
Arts & Crass
In 6 days I'll be off to Amsterdam via Paris and then to Warsaw and Krakow and then back to Paris, then to Hong Kong before I'm back here again. Nothing is packed and nothing will be packed until the night before in typical style ( Read more... ) -
The not so miraculous mandarin.
The recent Edison Chen saga reads like a mysterious mish mash of Quentin Tarantino movies. Playboy delivers a cotton candy macbook.. a thieving villain (or a few it seems) uncovers more than a thousand badly done porn shots of glamorous hong kong actresses.. one's name is bobo (bobo???!).. the other one one of which is affiliated with the mafia.. ( Read more... ) -
changes in my life
As I logged back onto my livejournal last night, wondering if a piece of my history had been deleted from 4 years of abandonment and neglect - surprisingly, it was still intact.
Reading my older entries today.. entries that I did back in 2004 - it is shocking how much things have changed and yet, some things are still the same. Apparently in 2004, I ( Read more... )