<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:35:16.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off-kilter Eclectica</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-116547197912390337</id><published>2006-12-07T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:12:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have absconded to &lt;a href="http://offkiltermidori.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://offkiltermidori.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt; along with blogspot withdrawal symptoms and html anxiety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-116547197912390337?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/116547197912390337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=116547197912390337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116547197912390337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116547197912390337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-absconded-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-116162616081911355</id><published>2006-10-24T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T02:03:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>autumnal rust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/autumnal%20cinema.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/autumnal%20cinema.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/autumnal%20cinema.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(5 minutes ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-116162616081911355?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/116162616081911355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=116162616081911355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116162616081911355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116162616081911355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/10/autumnal-rust.html' title='autumnal rust'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-116116971885712240</id><published>2006-10-18T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:08:38.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stills from "___________"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/wishlist_2ndwk075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/wishlist_2ndwk075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/wishlist_2ndwk035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/wishlist_2ndwk035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/WISHLIST_DAY1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/WISHLIST_DAY1002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/WISHLIST_DAY1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/WISHLIST_DAY1006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unbelievably I've yet to decide upon a title..there's so many drifting about in my present bleary-eyed state of mind, which is severely distracted by fleeting thoughts of my driving test this friday..argh..&lt;br /&gt; Here's a buffet of rather random titles:&lt;br /&gt;a) Wish List of a Movie Buff(blatantly true but dull)&lt;br /&gt;b) How NOT to be a Movie Buff In Singapore( your perennial tongue-in-cheek option)&lt;br /&gt;c) Death By Popcorn( a tad too morbid)&lt;br /&gt;d) Cinephiles Always Have The Last Laughs(way too long for a normal tongue to not stumble over)&lt;br /&gt;e) Zac, Eddie &amp; A Cinema (terribly lame i know)&lt;br /&gt;f) Life Cinematic with Zac &amp;amp; Ed ( paying homage to Wes Anderson's film haha..)&lt;br /&gt;g) a few more titles which deteriorate as we go on, thou shalt not embarrass herself by posting any more titles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions would be really appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-116116971885712240?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/116116971885712240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=116116971885712240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116116971885712240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116116971885712240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/10/stills-from.html' title='Stills from &quot;___________&quot;'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-116093170856436130</id><published>2006-10-16T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:55:44.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In 16:9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Music : Exit Music(for a film) - Radiohead ...a really heartbreaking song by the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that actual filming makes its way for editing and other embellishments aka music, I'm too knackered to launch into diatribes of any sort, so pictures will temporarily compensate.. Thanks to jovian and gen! co-photographers and right hand man &amp; woman respectively :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/wishlist_2ndwk039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/wishlist_2ndwk058.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me in my favourite Joy Division t-shirt for luck..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/wishlist_2ndwk056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/wishlist_2ndwk062.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/wishlist_2ndwk050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and how amazing it felt to utter the immortal lines with gusto, "Its a wrap!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(more pics to come.. a few are on gen's lj)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-116093170856436130?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/116093170856436130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=116093170856436130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116093170856436130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116093170856436130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-169.html' title='In 16:9'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-116058739408102170</id><published>2006-10-12T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T01:23:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-116058739408102170?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/116058739408102170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=116058739408102170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116058739408102170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/116058739408102170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/10/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115932893857190623</id><published>2006-09-27T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:25:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music : Title and Registration - Death Cab For Cutie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do You Realise? - The Flaming Lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisiting some lovely olde songs befitting mistrels &amp;amp; maidens etc.. Listening to plenty of deathcab recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather akin to threadbare carpets and stale cookies right now so i'm going to *gasp* list notable stuff of the week so far instead of sentence-ify it at the risk of incurring the wrath of grammar nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) getting all pissed off with a nincompoop/harasser who partially caused me to bungle up my steadicam test.. assembling and operating the crane was fun though&lt;br /&gt;2)finally finally watched Requiem For A Dream, thanks to gen(wot would i do without this girl!) Jared Leto and Jennifer Connelly makes R+J, another tragic love story more of a fairytale than a tragedy..&lt;br /&gt;3) painted fingernails black, probably a subconscious desire to be inspired by film noir&lt;br /&gt;4) first driving lesson after a hiatus of 2 months, which makes the test date discomfortingly close&lt;br /&gt;5) had a rather gluttonous tuesday with gen which was quite a fruitful day at the Nat Library&lt;br /&gt;pasta mania&gt;soup spoon&gt;cake from starbucks = please don't ask!&lt;br /&gt;6)singing rather incoherently along to strains of eclectic music&lt;br /&gt;7) contacting the few guys who replied to my casting call, which means i have to meet the lot this week,uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;8)i reckon this should end with me saying, nic takes a jog.. toodles!time for some much-needed exercise..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115932893857190623?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115932893857190623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115932893857190623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115932893857190623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115932893857190623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/09/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115857822356438270</id><published>2006-09-18T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:12:22.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Green Affair of sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music : Blessed Night - Howling Bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                Supermassive Mandy - The Spinto Band Vs Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               The Marshals Are Dead (Paul Epworth Version) - Bloc Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;               Just Like Heaven - The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hauling my weary soul across the battlefield(yesh some physical harm incurred thanks to my usual klutzy alter-ego) that was last week, I wish I could surrender unconditionally to the white rectangular mirage in my bedroom. The maelstrom of nonsense just wouldn't let up, what with readings, tuition for sis and general lack of shuteye prompted me to relent. Relent into wot? skipping the last class on thurs for mosburger and a movie* me fondly recalling myself squirming in guilt* Well, me, gen and lincoln procured supremely overpriced tickets for Tony Takitani, a contemplatively pensive film based on the Haruki Murakami short story &amp; music by Ryuichi Sakamato which was a dollop of balm for me. I got a call during the film's whisper of a climax and bid farewell to Scotland-bound Nick, all the best to you there! sure i'm gonna miss this source of utmost hilarity who likens himself to an idiot at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Steadicam workshops on fri and sat which practically robbed me of half my weekend, most of my energy was pilfered away by then so when mum resolutely said N-O to my plea for Poptart that night, resistance proved futile..hopefully it'll pop up in some other venue soon. Feeling kinda barmy, I shimmied to various indie music in the convenience of my study, not bad lah considering I could enjoy it with underage sis. By the way, being a steadicam operator sure makes a girl feel like she can kick butt! Having a corseted vest strapped onto one's body with this mechanical arm that balances the canon XL2 reminds me of having my tenor saxophone dangling about my neck except its kinda massive..&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, here's to Rachel(lady in red), happy 20th birthday! I'm sure Daniel did a great job showering you with lovely what-nots haha.. pictures of us yesterday at the Japanese restaurant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_6866c.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_6875b.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and since there appears to be some annoying blogger defect, i can't upload any more pictures for now..will post more later for both of you girls&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_6869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_6869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_6872d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_6872d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_6872d.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_6854.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" height="353" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_6854.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah there, finally the blogger bug has conceded defeat, here's more birthday pics, I couldn't resist putting one of the lipsmackingly yummy desserts..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Track at the top of my list currently from NME Presents: The Best New Bands From The Reading &amp;amp; Leeds Festivals 2006 album.. Blessed Night by Howling Bells, lead singer with an attitude like PJ Harvey and with a hook so addictive, 'nuff said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; GoodWeatherforAirStrikes and the two guys responsible for such magnanimity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115857822356438270?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115857822356438270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115857822356438270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115857822356438270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115857822356438270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/09/green-affair-of-sorts.html' title='A Green Affair of sorts'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115786661460282420</id><published>2006-09-10T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T19:21:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead Leap Bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music : Frou Frou - Let Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cardigans - Lead Me Into The Night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I gave up questioning certain things some time ago, but one can't help but return to the exact same spot one swore never to tread upon again, which makes me a complete and utter fool. When one runs short of maverick romanticism all i have is glassy-eyed dissociativeness which I hope I'm getting pretty darn good at. haha now I'm wondering why i'm hooked on this ditty from the Garden State(great movie btw) soundtrack, with rather incomprehensibly inane lyrics that resonate somehow. It makes me just want to abandon every semblance of restraint and do whatever my inpulses dictate me to, let the future open up and engulf me in its scarily infinite crevasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such an uninspiring wkend partly due to hours of teaching Ms. Chrissie Miyuki Woodford(!), I'm relieved I got at least a rough script in mind. Now I'm having a jubilant moment as the gentleman I met at the site we're supposed to shoot at agreed to helping me for the second main role!*punches air with fists* (a rather articulate old man pre-disposed to some flirting I must say, tsk tsk) Next up on the game-plan..finding the right actor in his 20s with the right cocktail of blurness + intelligence + spontaneity for the titular role in this black comedy. If by some bizarre stroke of luck, any kind chap who happened to be reading this right now and would like to display his acting chops , do drop me a message :)&lt;br /&gt;ps: Yes you! u might just be the Singaporean Robert Downey Jr or Jake Gyllenhaal haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115786661460282420?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115786661460282420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115786661460282420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115786661460282420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115786661460282420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/09/lead-leap-bleed.html' title='Lead Leap Bleed'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115724931353278966</id><published>2006-09-03T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:26:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frivolous foibles at a parfum buffet</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music :   Liebesträume - Franz Liszt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                Mad World (Donnie Darko OST) - Michael Andrews &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More nonsense prevails in the guise of pictures this time..which is a sneaky excuse for the absence of verbal ramblings I perpetually embarrass myself with. ppfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_6786b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_6782b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_6798b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_6795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_6808b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah, a certain white plastic kitten has reached the end of its pilgrimage across the scented desert haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115724931353278966?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115724931353278966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115724931353278966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115724931353278966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115724931353278966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/09/frivolous-foibles-at-parfum-buffet.html' title='Frivolous foibles at a parfum buffet'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115704385963828166</id><published>2006-09-01T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:27:31.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The promise of a premise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_6757.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/IMG_6757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music : Explosions In The Sky - The Only Moment We Were Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Up until now i've always known myself to exhibit tendencies of the following: a klutz, a geek, an addict to an assortment of stuff but it hasn't really registered in my mind that "bourgeois" and "masochistic" would join the ranks of the other incarnations I seem to inhabit. Oh yeahh, bourgeois, now why does it sound like a dirty word to me?It didn't when nick mentioned this particular word the day before but it certainly disturbed me during the discussion after the seminar I just came back from.&lt;br /&gt;The idea that filmmaking in singapore is inevitably bourgeois in all its aesthisizing, packaging so that the suffering of these marginalised people portrayed, may look pleasurable to the bourgeois eye is scary. I certainly hope i will not be tempted to exoticise the subjects of my story and end up caricaturing the whole film into a bloody mess. I still need to write more synopses and a gd premise still eludes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that most of the local films tend to use the abject failures of the Singapore system to critique S'pore itself which is rather unfair. We cannot sum up what defines S'pore in a simmering pot of angst/repressed desires from the people who struggle to survive in this competitive society,we certainly can't leave the disarming gd-naturedness and the familiar singaporean quirks out of the plot. Surely our charming island has way more fascinating facets about her! thats probably why I'm gonna attempt a comedy of sorts..there's more than enough gloom &amp;amp; doom to go around these days anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really thought the class of the filmmaker or any other creator would be that important to the work itself, it makes the whole thing feel so dratted elitist. (this is obviously me trying to exonerate some guilt for being culpable of similar bourgeois thoughts, oops..) Nonetheless i can't be blamed for having such inclinations cos i've been educated and entrenched in the english language, so i shall try to make stuff that reflect what i honestly feel and not pander to others.(read: selling out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i'm riding out the last vestiges of my guilt trip for ponning the sound design class, i'm glad i didnt miss out on this instalment of the seminar which just has to fall on only thursdays.Its been one mentally fulfilling week so far, one new source of it is my new asian art lecturer who i'd love to cast as a sagely mentor figure who spouts poetic lines as naturally as breathing. The recent spate of meet-ups with old friends from jc and sec sch have been refreshing, I really missed all of 'em. It was fun too stuffing myself silly with cheesecake and a platter filled with outrageously fried seafood while reminiscing with pk and gang(happy 21st babe!)&lt;br /&gt;I hope xiufang, whom i finally got to meetup with, enjoyed the cupcakes, my mum amazingly did considering her high standards of food. Speaking of masochist, a label somebody just gave me, eew gen. I'm can't help but inflict emotional woe on thyself sometimes haha, some situations just can't be changed so there. Now before i really become masochistic, dearest sleep awaits. nights'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115704385963828166?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115704385963828166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115704385963828166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115704385963828166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115704385963828166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/09/promise-of-premise.html' title='The promise of a premise'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115626605785572761</id><published>2006-08-23T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:23:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neither a dilettante nor a connoiseur</title><content type='html'>Current aural weapon of choice - a stirring number(literally titled 023) from the In The Mood For Love ost, one can't help but conjure smoky scenes of the mysterious corridors of the abandoned police headquarters we traversed yesterday while clicking furiously away.. except it was a few notches creepier i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tuesday definitely settled itself nicely into "One Of Those Rare Nic-Cheers-Up Days"! i think A'in aka Optimistic Realist and Gen's excellent sensibility took care of that not to mention the tangy comforting minestrone soup at Soup Spoon.. wed's luncheon with lincoln and annette meant two consecutive days of window shoppin after school..unbelievably lazy i am.. i don't even feel like traisping my butt down to smokebelching boon lay to get to writing class now when i and watch more dvds in pjs.. I've just sat through Thumbsucker(thanks gen:) which got me rooting for Justin, troubled + eloquent, and the coolest mum ever played by Tilda Swinton. speaking of which, here's a link to her State of Cinema address &lt;a href="http://www.sffs.org/pt/articles/swinton_state.html"&gt;http://www.sffs.org/pt/articles/swinton_state.html&lt;/a&gt; which is wickedly brilliant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;  Now off to squeeze some efficiency out of this morning..sent off by Rufus Wainwright's plaintive song of Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk, i could do with a green tea ice-cream..mmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115626605785572761?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115626605785572761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115626605785572761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115626605785572761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115626605785572761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/08/neither-dilettante-nor-connoiseur.html' title='Neither a dilettante nor a connoiseur'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115606666819735797</id><published>2006-08-20T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:42:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribbles for nibbles</title><content type='html'>ah i've come across some half-baked poems from my notebook of all things random and since i'm too incoherent to string together new sentences for this post, Oh Blog of mine, do bear with me here for desecrating u with old scribbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's an edited one and a short unedited one from early this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Murmurs in the wires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The windows just shone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I fled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wordlessly.Endlessly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gleaming with their prisms bled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All planes may reunite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like an eternal blight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crosses are seamless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each a battleground for old prints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abandoned by their shadows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without much pursuance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the sludge unravelling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through a pinhole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vast and sharp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abandoned by brittle faith &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of a defrosted snowflake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yearning to be heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In every spark. Sublime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Archives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ink on my lips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swirling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blatantly&lt;br /&gt;Out of focus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laced with strings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That want to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rimmed and frosted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tear in the rising streaks of dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sweet dust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115606666819735797?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115606666819735797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115606666819735797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115606666819735797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115606666819735797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/08/scribbles-for-nibbles_20.html' title='Scribbles for nibbles'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115574703098563085</id><published>2006-08-17T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:42:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school of shenanigans</title><content type='html'>ah, what could possibly come after Deathcab on my iTunes but Death from above 1979's Romantic Rights..a little head-bopping before bedtime never hurt anyone eh&lt;br /&gt;I figure me getting all riled-up during a last minute Q&amp;A with my sister with regards to her chemistry exam in 0800 hrs wasn't totally my fault, every question i uttered threw back a lovely "huh?" at moi...good grief, as usual i'm hitting the panic button way before my dear sis realises what she is in for. Her thoughts are probably all molly-coddled up with one Paul Twohill she's gonna be within 100 feet of tmr night , surrounded by other rabid S'pore Idol fans haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for REAL work, i've done with Aristotle's Poetics which was albeit oddly translated, some of the sentences were rather obtusely structured..hmm And since tmr's lecture is cancelled(yet again) free-time ahoy! at least i do not have to deal with a 10am to 9pm timetable tmr what with 3 hrs shaved off..&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely refuse to believe the weekend is almost here(is it just me or did the week just swish by) Shaun's birthday celebration's this sat which means i probably need to remind him to unglue his eyes off his brand new PSP to blow out the candles or something and D-Day for me aka D for Death of Dates with my Dentist/DE-Bracing/etc! I'm picturing myself smiling with the breeze filtering between my de-braced teeth and...then wistfully missing the company of stainless steel nestling in my mouth, perfect irony. Alrite, now my playlist is sending me off to bed with one of the catchiest songs ever, Morrissey's The First of the Gang to die, thanks to Nick (one of the coolest guys ever, no kiddin)&lt;br /&gt;nights'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115574703098563085?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115574703098563085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115574703098563085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115574703098563085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115574703098563085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-of-shenanigans.html' title='school of shenanigans'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115501035157896879</id><published>2006-08-08T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:12:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Music&lt;em&gt; :  Nouvelle Vague - In A Manner Of Speaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(originally written by Tuxedomoon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115501035157896879?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115501035157896879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115501035157896879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115501035157896879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115501035157896879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-nouvelle-vague-in-manner-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115470729513225660</id><published>2006-08-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:27:36.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please turn on the bluest light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_6353b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_6353b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_6366n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_6366n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot and refuse to believe that this is the last week of the holidays. drats the sad truth is it certainly is and only the wkend feebly remains!At least my wardrobe is now covered in cut-outs of all the famous folk of Indie Kingdom, the bedroom looks great, goody. well..there was Mogwai to sorta end my 3 month break with a bang (literally loads of them) , their one-of-a-kind sonic assault/spell wiped out any irritating reminders that I was the solo girl surrounded by couples left, right and centre. I really felt like i was swept away in this infinite soundscape that wavered between gentle and seismic..phew&lt;br /&gt;Yet another successful shopping mission executed rather brilliantly with winnie on wed, three different locations yielded a pair of cropped jeans, a shirt-dress, a Joy Division/New Order concert tour t-shirt which fit perfectly, a belt and some vintage buttons i've just transformed into earrings yay! erm more unexpected shopping today too after watching Hard Candy with gen, a whopping 6 appetising bks for the sum of 24 bucks from a clearance sale at ps. neat huh. Hard Candy was real..unsettling and made me dislike the vigilante smugness of the girl Hayley,&lt;br /&gt;(i quote : sometimes an eye for an eye makes the whole world goes blind) i have a lot more to say abt it but im too sleepy at this hour.. Syriana on dvd was thrilling in the subtlest way however, its amazing how different films can be..i'm supposed to find that out for myself for the next three years, gd gawd..&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for today's highlight, we celebrated Jov's birthday with nary a whisper of the birthday song, too embarassed to sing out loud in public we were (happy 22nd jov!)  i wonder what i would do on my 21st birthday, as a matter of fact, who wouldnt want it to be special,memorable etc but i guess i can settle for the traditional family dinner combo. hopefully something brilliant happens la, alrite, time to get this draft into my drabby blog. nights :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115470729513225660?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115470729513225660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115470729513225660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115470729513225660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115470729513225660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-turn-on-bluest-light.html' title='please turn on the bluest light'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115427624740100628</id><published>2006-07-30T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:17:29.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the sand in my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music : &lt;em&gt;Mogwai - I Chose Horses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've been avoiding blogging of any sort for way too long now..the whole week just nipped past without much opportunity for me to savour much. And not to mention the article in today's papers abt the blogger syndrome where thy life and all minute details seem to be raised on a pedestal for others to read about. Haha do i feel embarassed regurgitating bits and pieces of my week now but its all done in gd humour and not self-absorption okie! Anyway all the errands and favours i've been doing makes my head spin to think about it haha..the shoot in the new school building at least let me check out the ultra modern-ness of it all, like a miniature cousin of the Esplanade. Styling is something enjoyable to some extent but there's more grit and grime than glam to being one, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I did feel a momentous spark of pure unadulterated happiness when my dentist proclaimed me ready to vanquish my braces in a month's time haha..i will miss them though, i always felt like i could hide behind them..i just felt intrigued somehow( ala Before &amp; After photos in those creepy makeover tv shows) and hopefully it'll be in time before the next poptart - ok a girl is allowed to be vain in small doses haha.. and there was my first time at Poptart with gen and jovian, the revelry only kicked in much later on the smoky dancefloor. I met Nick (hey closet Enya fan!) and it was pretty amusing, ie: watching the people milling around in the indie darkness as i gathered my bearings after all that dancing.. there's always this euphoric tinge after u step out of a club with ears ringing like how yoghurt leaves this aftertaste on your tongue, i was glad gen and jov could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to seeing Mogwai this tuesday in fact, too bad i'm not with somebody so a single girl gotta do what she has to do, go alone lah! haha its quite standard practice for me esp for movies too, except my mum thinks its rather weird, nope she still hasnt gotten used to my eccentricities. i'm gonna dress up nicely even though i'm on a date with myself ,take that all you saccharine sweet couples,no offense.&lt;br /&gt;yeap the reel revolution at the Substation was cool too, i just hoped i didnt come across as too critical of the 3rd short film, i did like it but i just find it hard to compromise with my brutal honesty sometimes. it gets the better of me esp in relationships and stuff. Note to self - Nic shall have mental restraint therapy daily..except that i suck in lying, really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;none&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115427624740100628?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115427624740100628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115427624740100628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115427624740100628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115427624740100628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-sand-in-my-eyes.html' title='All the sand in my eyes'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115347506858750995</id><published>2006-07-21T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:43:30.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ppfftt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_5720.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5720.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;music: &lt;em&gt;sleepless &lt;/em&gt;- marconi union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  seriously.and i truly mean seriously! what is so darn annoying and occurs predominantly in blogger-dom? losing your precious half-completed entries for no apparent reason, it just vanishes somehow several times in a row ,PPffftt!!! im so considering what gen suggested about supplanting my patronage of Blogger for livejournal instead, maybe i should..haha or its 50-50 likely to be my fault too since i used to be an idiot savant when it comes to tech-ish stuff. (i'm thankfully not as daft as i used to be)&lt;br /&gt;i had to post this picture i took at Rottnest Island for the umpteenth time lah..Being as absent minded as I'm, i forgot to post this together with the lot, but since this is the one which resides more deeply in my memory of that lovely holiday, it should stand alone.. the tethered boat just seemed so hapless &amp; helpless, alrite maybe forlorn is a better adjective , i felt like climbing down from where i was and snipping it free with a pair of scissors or whatever..haha yep i'm spouting crap&lt;em&gt;olito &lt;/em&gt;yet again..&lt;br /&gt;  anyway today was a day i wished i could have taken back some things i did or couldn't help doing like brushing against the kerb during my driving lesson(that condemns me to an immediate failure technically.. holy mackerel) and not being patient enough whilst tutoring my sis who has major exams headed her way, but who can help it if she's trying to nap , the lazy princess haha.. but at least im glad i got some things done like scouring the library for the bks i needed..three for pleasure(Aldous Huxley's Music At Night and two Nicole Krauss's novels) and one for sch- the basic guide to After Effects which i have not dared to execute any projects with. I hope the new semester isn't what i'm dreading, all panicky befuddlement during editing classes etc..I'm still alternating reading between The Art of Technique and vol II of susanna clarke's js&amp;mn with more enthusiasm for the latter of course. Drats, its 1235am and i'm craving for banana pancakes drizzled with ice cream right now or something sweet &amp; comforting.whatever tummy, its way too late.. tmr's Chrissie's confirmation and her special day of white in church haha .. and there's &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;poptart&lt;/span&gt; mmm.. till then..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115347506858750995?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115347506858750995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115347506858750995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115347506858750995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115347506858750995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/07/ppfftt.html' title='ppfftt!'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115328725734732841</id><published>2006-07-19T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T13:34:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;more pictures from Perth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_5496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;flocks of suicide bombers with their 'packages' of white gooey droppings at the wildlife park.yikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cafe filled with handmade chocolates..ahhhhh..resistance is foolishly futile haha&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;paddlepop skies &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;in my grand-aunt carmen's backyard, it was a lovely morning..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;at sorrento bay, gusty winds &amp; wayward seagulls galore&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaun took this of us over the highway near our rented apartments, see i can take the cold way better than my sis :P&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fowl-laden pier near the highway&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5913.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings' Park! i'm guessing thats a kookaburra(probably on an old gum tree)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    secret wish : to return one day and sit under that tree with my favourite book and a pot of english tea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115328725734732841?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115328725734732841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115328725734732841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115328725734732841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115328725734732841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-pictures-from-perth-flocks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-115328079926514207</id><published>2006-07-19T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:18:28.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perth's winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_5115.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_5029.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5029.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first-day glimpse of the australian sky out of our ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how inviting the water looks eh, except its freezing.. seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;wildflowers in winter are something i appreciate( its a tad too blur oops)..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; after wine-tasting at the salitage vineyard,with winebottles in tow&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5289.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picnic at big brook dam, no-frills yellowfin tuna sandwiches with a glass of chardonnay in hand hah! thats my cousin Shona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5384.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;finally we got to venture into the lighthouse at Cape Leeuwin &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vertigo, anyone? from the top of the lighthouse,it was quite spectacular in the nondescript guise of sightseeing&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_5449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-115328079926514207?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/115328079926514207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=115328079926514207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115328079926514207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/115328079926514207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/07/perths-winter.html' title='perth&apos;s winter'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-114917898355679867</id><published>2006-06-01T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:11:12.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being a glut will yield a butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_4903b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_4903b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food diary in retrospect..blackforest cake sans whipped cream and kirsch but with more chocolate icing for chrissie.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-114917898355679867?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/114917898355679867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=114917898355679867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114917898355679867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114917898355679867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/06/being-glut-will-yield-butt.html' title='being a glut will yield a butt'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-114714403679970359</id><published>2006-05-09T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:16:23.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And she closed her eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/polar09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music: Phenomena - Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm amazed at the ludicrous reoccurence of my fever/throat infection combo once again, but now its arse has been kicked well enough by some new butt-kicking antibiotics. all i can celebrate the ends of exams with were the season 1,2 &amp; 3 of Little Britain and season 3 of the OC, alternating between the two extremes of histronics, one end of the spectrum labelled " Teen Melodrama" and the other "Hysterical Brit antics". my sis can't stop laughing to "Dust,anybody?..computer says No..etc" and i can't stop smacking my forehead at the strange behaviour Marissa lampoons herself with all her romantic laisons episode after episode,alamak sista. after watching The Constant Gardener, Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice on rented dvds, i want mo-ore!! much more convenient than trying to look for a movie buddy, but i still have to for singapore gaga and paradise now..ack.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shona's birthday party is this friday, so at least there's a bit of fun to stir up this wk(what else: me babysitting a bunch of giggly kids and making sandwiches etc) after watching Tori and the documentary to round up the films i caught during the SIFF, the talk about Violence in contemporary HK cinema made up for the argubly annoying Boutique me and gen caught after Little Fish. i enjoyed Little Fish the most cos of the whole atmosphere of it and Cate Blanchett + Hugo Weaving's doublepow-er acting, yep wished i could have caught more but exams can't be ignored eh. before i'm miscast as a sun-starved movie nerd, lemme say i spent a lovely wednesday after my last paper(extremely mortifying paper to end the exams) with four girls, 3 of which are ardent sun worshippers, me and wenxin prefer the shade thank you very much, had a double scoop cone and loads of girltalk haha : P i hope my last min tutoring my sis helped her for her chemistry exam, i seriously seriously hope my mum was bullshitting us when she said my sis cant go for the trip anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nicky's plan for the hols:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1- start on my long shelved driving plans, seriously i even forgot my member's password&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2- savour as many films as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3- aussie travel plans and some shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4- loads of baking and cooking, recipes await!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5- tidy my table and paint my room various shades of light purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6- look around for a second-hand saxophone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7- graduate from idiot savant to somebody more acquainted with all ze film technical bits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/polar09b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm really gonna miss my grp 6 class, ok this is just half of it, will post moreee in ze future......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music: Retour a vega - The Stills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-114714403679970359?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/114714403679970359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=114714403679970359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114714403679970359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114714403679970359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-she-closed-her-eyes.html' title='And she closed her eyes.'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-114502936486486083</id><published>2006-04-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T23:42:44.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calliope's lost shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_4460.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_4460.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_4495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_4495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like emerging out of the awful sewers into the outside world ala teenage mutant turtles, i can't help but appreciate the little things about me after a week of The Fever and now The Cut.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could have pulled my thoughts together before my Art History exam haha.. now my brain matter's all tap-dancing in the starlights, blur as ever..&lt;br /&gt;Its Good Friday and during Veneration of the Cross, i couldn't help but feel that certain feeling of&lt;br /&gt;sadness mingled with inexplicable love, u know what i mean..hair stands on end and goosepimples aplenty.. the solemnity of everything made the idea of hot cross buns seem so far away&lt;br /&gt;i do hope my finger heals soon so i don't have to continue sticking my finger in the air while bathing ..reminiscent of Mr Travolta and hello! does anyone sculpt with one hand seriously. haha..ah well i'm going to Film anyway,my new major which i hope i won't fall out of love with along the way. But looking at the addiction i have to movies and its music, nah =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-114502936486486083?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/114502936486486083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=114502936486486083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114502936486486083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114502936486486083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/04/calliopes-lost-shoe.html' title='Calliope&apos;s lost shoe'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-114205517674161898</id><published>2006-03-11T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:07:11.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true love waits in my Riot on An Empty Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thursday March 16 11.57pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to put it simpler than a tidbit of a lemon angel cake or waffles with berries &amp; honey, nasty days are begone for now phooey..im so sleepish after another week of spontaneously last minute work and rushing to sch to get there before i land in the unforgiveably late zone haha..now am going to start on my 2D,note 'going' haha..anyway for tonight and in some special place of my memory,the sublime experience of kings of convenience in the esplanade concert hall would be rendered unforgettable..so giddily happy sappy now&lt;br /&gt;only thing that could have upped the brilliant factor would be a guest appearance by Feist,but Eirik's so sweet he makes up for it haha..i'm still adrift in that starry pricked darkened hall..i really feel like not coming to sch tmr and continue to dream :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First day of recovery with Gen and Sam after Mnemosine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/nicgen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-114205517674161898?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/114205517674161898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=114205517674161898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114205517674161898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114205517674161898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2006/03/true-love-waits-in-my-riot-on-empty.html' title='true love waits in my Riot on An Empty Street'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-114131146300403192</id><published>2006-03-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:57:43.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;a beloved polar bear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears to fill a sea to drown a beacon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To start anew all over, remove those scars from your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To start anew all over more enlightened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead weights and balloons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drag me to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead weights and balloons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To sleep in your arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drying up in conversation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will be the one who cannot talk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All your insides fall to pieces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont leave me high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont leave me dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont leave me high &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont leave me dry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bloc party.radiohead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="t2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glósóli &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nú vaknar þú Allt virðist vera breytt Eg gægist út En er svo ekki neitt&lt;br /&gt;Ur-skóna finn svo A náttfötum hún I draumi fann svo Eg hékk á koðnun?&lt;br /&gt;Með sólinni er hún Og er hún, inni hér&lt;br /&gt;En hvar ert þú....&lt;br /&gt;Legg upp í göngu Og tölti götuna Sé ekk(ert) út Og nota stjörnurnar Sit(ur) endalaust hún Og klifrar svo út.&lt;br /&gt;Glósóli-leg hún Komdu út&lt;br /&gt;Mig vaknar draum-haf Mitt hjartað, slá Ufið hár.&lt;br /&gt;Sturlun við fjar-óð Sem skyldu-skrá.&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú...&lt;br /&gt;Fannst mér.....&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú Glósóli.....&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú Glósóli.....&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú Glósóli.....&lt;br /&gt;Og hér ert þú&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigur Rós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-114131146300403192?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/114131146300403192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=114131146300403192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114131146300403192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Franz saved it with thursday being one of the best days yet..i can't believe i skipped drawing class thanks to somebody's insinuations haha but the extra sleep i got was yummy..my sis thinks j's a total hoot.more than enough wisecracks to go around.. i want to bake/cook more stuff,its wunnerfully calming for me. evidently two batches of sushi and chocolate truffles are't enough to satiate my inner chef persona for this wk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;alex kapranos has oodles of charisma, he's the bona fide lead,flowerpower print shirt and all! anw had a great time chilling with sam and gen at raffles city and later at the V Tea Room at esplanade..loved the cosy English decor and the crysanthemum, lime with honey sorbet! the wispy cheesecake with berries was a tad disappointing haha..i've a personal preference for denser cheesecake with a crumbly biscuit base,not a watered down spongy version.we talked about a load of stuff, guys being one of the irritatingly stubborn topics that can't help but linger in our conversations..ppfft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;well i was just thinking of why i hardly ever bother to enter competitions or contests of any sort my whole life. i hate the anticipation, the hopelessness of waiting, the depressing thoughts i inflict mysef with etc. this is definitely linked to the absurd way i feel abt things..i can say i'm gonna shut all those detours out and roll out the barbwire about my emotional property. it's enough now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;..will watch les choristes now and end the day with Snowden by Doves playing repetitively on my ipod..before i end this entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;3 movies in order of preference to watch soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;1) The Constant Gardener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;2) Hidden( juliette binoche!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;3) Munich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i'd put brokeback if only it didnt have the annoying rating stamped all over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-114026124578274180?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/114026124578274180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=114026124578274180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/114026124578274180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;No more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;No love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm done,          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-113984372379777761?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/113984372379777761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=113984372379777761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of hong baos grow etc haha.. i think i need to work on saying no to any more gd food soon, that has never been my strongest attribute u know. ok A'in i know i owe u the el fake-o pay it forward thing, i'll change it to a Five things I wanna do before I die thing instead haha hope u dun mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the mood for any verbal construction abt my life now so its just gonna be some lyrics from three love oddities from Muse( their soft side :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;don't kid yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;and don't fool yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;this love's too good to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'm too old to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;don't grow up too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;and don't embrace the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;this life's too good to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;nd i'm too young to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;don't kid yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;and don't fool yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;this life could be the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd we're too young to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't remember when it was good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;moments of happiness elude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe i just misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;all of the love we left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;watching the flash backs intertwine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;memories i will never find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;so i'll love whatever you become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;and forget the reckless things we've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;i think our lives have just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;i think our lives have just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i feel my world crumblingi feel my world crumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel my soul crumbling away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;and falling awayfalling away with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;staying awake to chase a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;tasting the air you're breathing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;i know i won't forget a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;promise to hold you close and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;watching the fantasies decay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing will ever stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;all of the love we threw away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;all of the hopes we cherished fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;making the same mistakes again making the same mistakes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;i can feel my world crumblingi can feel my life crumbling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;i can feel my soul crumbling awayand falling awayfalling away with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;all of the love we've left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;watching the flash backs intertwine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;memories i will never findmemories i will never find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my unintended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;You could be the one I'll always love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;You could be the one I'll always love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;First there was the one who challenged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;All my dreams and all my balance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;She could never be as good as you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;You could be my unintended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Choice to live my life extended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;You should be the one I'll always love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;Before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;will post sufjan stevens' lyrics another time, wunnerful stuff as well.. alrite i need to go work on my 4d and 2d hw before i reach the getting-arse-kicked-majorly zone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;before i forget:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm supposed to say this, to all ye folks who have read this, you're tagged and supposed to continue posting 5 Things You Wanna Do Before You Die haha( i absolutely dun care if u don't actually, its a favour for a babe-friend of mine) i havent picked 5 specific people to continue this, but A'in you're one of them now muahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1- read a hardcover version of my favourite novel in a cosy antique bookshop where my favourite author is 3 feet away and continue reading in any church in the same area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2- sit in the moonlight/starlight with whichever guy i'm supposed to be with( for real)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3- eat strawberry tartlets with cinnamon chocolate along the streets of somewhere in France preferably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4- experience living with the destitute while working for them in the third world regions(no kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5- watch Muse play live in uk, especially those three songs above..Blackout Falling away with you Unintended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yea, no posterity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-113863769809250806?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-113655174706330704</id><published>2006-01-06T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:05:23.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>¢</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;first week of sch :if having the company of 12 other classmates that make lessons way more appetising than canteen B's nosh counts as a definite pass, the verdict for Return Of The 179 is 3.5/5 stars. Minus 1 for the annoying bouts of bad luck following me doggedly(caught in the rain 3x in a row, crimson tide's ambush, lack of punctuality due to latter etc) Minus 1 for the non-existence of more action packed lessons haha..soon it'll be crazy with all the assignments and time flying by like we've reached the cut time phase of the score with the conductor swooshing his hands about in a perfect imitation of an epilectic fit.but add 0.5 for the fairy book J gave, christmas elfs certainly don't want to employ him as a Wrapper in future haha, the illustrations are beautiful.. if someone were to ask me again what my major's gonna be, argh! i've decided to wait till the end of the semester to choose, absolutely no pt in deciding now. ive just sat through 4 episodes of season 3 of the oc and what can i say? its tailored to make one feel gd and sucky all at the same time. charlotte rocks btw in the 7th with the Subways in The Bait Shop. lets see..agenda for this wkend till tues..watch bill murray and tilda swinton in broken flowers, come up with five non-mediocre,non-rubbishy stories and three sketches for hw, read anansi boys and the other bks lying around, inclusive of long-overdue library bks heh..if life's a piece of music,play on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMAGE0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-113655174706330704?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/113655174706330704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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new.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;first of all : Hope the rest of humanity looks forward to '06 more than yours truly haha..happy new yr kids, fogeys and whats in between! now i'm sitting in my new plaid pjs and sipping on fake bubbly with my 3 wise men(parents and sis but of cos) not exactly shimmying about in some club all thrashy haha..i've spent my precious holidays not exactly wisely but enjoyably- renting movies and cinema trips..binges at hmv and intensive wardrobe rejuvenation..great food with close friends..what can i say?A single girl's living it fabulously lazily and delightfully before its back to school.. feeling awkward after not a single entry since before xmas! so this entry's gonna be real clunky and chockful of stuff haha.. i had bruised palms from rolling all that pastry for 5 chicken pies and 1 apple crumble pie on the 25th..but i was glad they enjoyed the food, they= my extended family on both sides..its crazy how 5 rather large chicken pies vanished in 2-3 days..midnight mass on the eve was kinda entralling..Christmas blazed past so fast i can't believe it..ahhh..had real fun(the simple kind of childhood)with Shaun and Shona who stayed over..playing with my cousin's lotr : The third age on his ps2 was fun as well :P registering for my electives aint.esp with my last min choices and the idiotic system..hm been getting to know aaron and he wanted to watch another movie this wk..Wallace &amp; Gromit was better than Chronicles honestly haha..its odd that before '05 i've not any close platonic guy friends and suddenly i've two to yak abt similar stuff..wicked! anw i'm been absorbed in a lot of great music and movies..Let It Bleed from The Used is so addictive and i'm absolutely raptured by the repartee/chemistry/honesty in Before Sunrise..i spotted it on sale at the Video Ezy at Jelita while looking for the Sistic outlet which was made non-existent recently(FranZ Ferdinand tix!!) for the record btw, i've got my free standing FF tix today haha..can't wait(",) here's some bits of lyrics from stuff in my itunes that i like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My worries weigh the world, how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;And everything, I'm cold, seems a plague in me________The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station&lt;br /&gt;Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations&lt;br /&gt;So they may have a chance of finding a place&lt;br /&gt;where they’re far more suited than here.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That there are roads left in both of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;If the silence takes you&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope it takes me too______________Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and this is just a song i like by PJ Harvey called Eyepennies..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will return here one day&lt;br /&gt;And dig up my bones from the clay&lt;br /&gt;I buried nails and strings and hair&lt;br /&gt;And that old tooth I believe was a bear's&lt;br /&gt;I held my hand in the fire&lt;br /&gt;It burned me down to the wires&lt;br /&gt;Blood suckers hide beneath my bed&lt;br /&gt;And black fumes of skin so gently bled&lt;br /&gt;I slept with a cat on my breast&lt;br /&gt;Slowing my heart stealing my breath&lt;br /&gt;At sunrise the monkeys will fly&lt;br /&gt;And leave me with pennies in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I will return here one day&lt;br /&gt;And dig up my bones from the clay&lt;br /&gt;I buried nails and string and hair&lt;br /&gt;And that old tooth I believe was a bear's&lt;br /&gt;At sunrise the monkeys will fly&lt;br /&gt;And leave me with pennies in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;hm i just had this partial realisation after watching some movie earlier that if the guy that i fall together with is gonna kiss me..(sorry i'm just inspired by the obligatory lip-smacking scene in Hollywood flicks)..it has to be the gentle almost awkward kiss instead of the lusty passionate Frenching haha..cos it sorta means he's sweet enough to think abt the tenderness of the moment shared by the both of you instead of the selfish physical act of kissing in order to feel turned on..hahah just thinking of the distinctive types of chemistry that may occur between dudes and dudettes..i'll be back with a list of movies and music i've conquered this holiday..hopefully.. nighty nite..cheers to '05 and to whats more to come in 06..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-113375885338506294</id><published>2005-12-05T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:15:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b'day antics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_3064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_3064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its has been almost way too long since i've banged out an entry on my keyboard and way too many things have happened.. eXtra eX-tra! news of nic and more! haha sheesh.. anyway i'm really appreciative of all the stuff my gd friends and family have done to celebrate my birthday with me.. :P ..a snipplet of a running commentary would go like tis'..&lt;br /&gt;here's half of the class post-dinner with winnie, wenxin, denise, danny and urs truly from left to right..and the "semi-successful deception"started from there.. culminating in a rendition of the birthday song at my doorstep at 11pm and a homemade cheesecake by the 3 babes(wenxin,winnie and suzanne) which was really sweet of em'.. which had expresso coffee, dark chocolate and mint all in it..and pecan nuts as well! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/openeyes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the next day was a sumptuous luncheon with my family..&amp; another lovely dark chocolate &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_3154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_3154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;truffle cake at my grandma's place with my cousins as well..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_3178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_3170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_3170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shaun, shona, me and chris at granny's place.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the major shoppin spree at hmv was wicked..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we had a sleepover at my place that nite with a movie marathon except the kids kept running off( midnight snack etc) great stuff esp since both of em' are my closest cousins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_3184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/IMG_3184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/IMG_3186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;for the record, i bought bloc party's special dvd release which is simply brilliant and interpol ..gdness russell lissack and gordy moakes are really hot,smouldering with their frenzied guitar playin and hair but kele and matt tong are equally endearing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its really a bizarre week..after rachel and huixin met me on thurs and we talked for hrs in orchard..joseph met me on fri and its been a real-ly long time since ive seen him..was nice in haagen dazs and all.. and semi-wasted two hrs watching aeon flux with my family on sat..i've to say the sweet popcorn made up for the lack of cinematic muscle(i watched it with a faintly bemused expression throughout charlize's slinging/flinging and fluff) i watched three dvds over the wkend!and aint it a funny coincidence when i saw the msg from this guy on friendster who turns out to be my pri sch and jc classmate and schmate respectively..i didnt place Aaron until he mentioned it in his msg..i find it rather intriguing talking to him.. guess its pretty cool someone else i know likes Vertigo..haha smashing wk i must say..gotta finish my xmas cards soon adieu ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-113375885338506294?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/113375885338506294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>procrastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_2982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_2982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-113211415752748501?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/113211415752748501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=113211415752748501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/113211415752748501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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"gdness, did you notice this layer of permafrost?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i must say its gonna crack if you keep prodding it like that and it already is rather pathetically bruised at that." " haha it seems almost wrapped in a shell of crystals but it didn't work for this poor sod, its bleedin' from the pricks of ice"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "hmm i 'fink we should just dispose of it" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sigh how dreadful. do you think some of this may help?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ppft, you must be dreamin outta your numbskull,silly"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-113211351278481709?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-113172676880839413</id><published>2005-11-11T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:32:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i need to sigh out loud! detoxify my system for a bit after all the crapolito and horrific rush for the amazingly shitty literature exam this afternoon..whats more is tt i wrote the wrong question number and barely finished another qn! and sharp pangs of gastric struck my tummy not long after leaving the exam hall.braindead me had no better idea but to stuff myself with some afterEights i bought.haha and the dilly dally girls finished the rest of it while hunting down a taxi. it was too late for the idn exhibition at suntec so we sorta went shopping at bugis after scouring for materials at the usual art friend..i need oodles of pick-me-ups of the indulgent kind.to battle the bouts of unpleasantness that keeps popping up when least expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-113172676880839413?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/113172676880839413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=113172676880839413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/113172676880839413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/113172676880839413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-need-to-sigh-out-loud-detoxify-my.html' title=''/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-113067985600595397</id><published>2005-10-30T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:09:04.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>refuge-e</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_2446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_2446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eeks i gotta brush up(literally too) before exams hit me like a tonne of bricks in 2 wks time.. it was pretty fun despite the lack of oomph during the halloween party on fri but my friends are great entertainers so there..when u got sam, wenxin, susanne and denise within two feet of u, its time to go nuts along with 'em.. anyway i've been enjoying great food these days!..fri's party, sat's subway with winnie and sushi for family dinner and linguine earlier on..i can feel the buckle tightening argh!and there's wine later hehe..sheesh talk abt comfort food.. all i did today was take more photos for 4d due this wed..my church is gorgeously radiant but there's something lacking in my pics..i didnt take enough!. but i gotta say this, taking a picture gives an uncanny feeling similiar to that when u suddenly realise u like someone/something like honey oat bread(mmhmm!), this rather alarming pull at the pit of ur insides haha..now i'm wondering whether this pic fits into my theme for 4d..sushi and spiritual refuge aint gonna mix well rite.. okay this'll be my last entry before start of crapping/mugging/slogging..au revoir :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of waiting for Waiting for Godot, i left to take some shots at my church and my camera battery died on me as usual.tres bien.argh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_2257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_2274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hope this is the end of the apparent endless string of awful incidents..the latest nasty encounter won't be easy to forget..argh.i can't believe i nearly got physically harassed(molested) by some idiot.am i simply cursed to lead a blighted life.well there's the observatory tmr to make up for it.tshirt too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-113024796976717593?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/113024796976717593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=113024796976717593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/113024796976717593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/113024796976717593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/10/instead-of-waiting-for-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112995720427264423</id><published>2005-10-22T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T13:00:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worn</title><content type='html'>everything just wears me out. if it makes any sense to my shaken self, i've always repressed and restrained certain parts of myself due to domineering figures in my life. once again i'm all red and raw from fracturing from another mother-'weird' daughter conflict. why is it so hard just to want to help someone, she never understands why i continue to do it even it may hurt me and my pocket. sometimes, i 'm so bewildered by human selfishness and sometimes i'm so afraid i'll be inflicted by it myself. i wish it could just pass sometimes and i'll just blame it on myself as always but i know its daft to do so. is it wrong simply just to be nice to someone who needs warmth right now. i look like shit now and thank gdness for the ipod. if someone ever needs a thesis on the profoundness of loneliness , u're at the right webpg/site whatever. ...crud, i've still yet to find sour cream for the last ingredient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112995720427264423?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112995720427264423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112995720427264423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112995720427264423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112995720427264423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/10/worn.html' title='worn'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112973423820848821</id><published>2005-10-19T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:03:58.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prescribed retail therapy &amp; comic relief.loads of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_19083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_19081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;its not exactly the right day to post something but i figured i need an outlet before i go absolutely nuts from all the hw.( this seems suspiciously familiar, doesnt it?) alright i seem to keep yakking abt how much work i've to do but it is the tr-ooth! anyway my borinng life has been spiced up a wee bit..met up with all my gd ol' jc mates and band pple during sat's openhouse. really missed the entire lot..here's shunyu, urs truly and pk at the threshold of our dearest band room haha.. and here's a tribute to nj food, i miss&lt;br /&gt;the yong tau foo so there and cameo appearances by rachel and huixin :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_18981.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_1898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well i've indulged in excessive dosages of retail therapy these days but it helps numb the blahness of my life everytime! lets see, a pair of vintage SweetCamel jeans that looks like it really has been cohabitating with the Sphinx, pyramids and all, a green belt and a pleated leather belt from Topshop(tres bien!) and not to mention the hairclip that snapped into half when i tried to use it, sometimes i think my hair are actually mutable strands of titanium..the official count for the hairclip casualties at my hands(or hair if u like) stands at not a very pretty figure. why am i blabbing abt hair anyway, i'm deprived of precious shuteye and sanity tts why.&lt;br /&gt;while i was gambolling around Victoria St today to take pictures of uber-unique streets, i was seriously doubtful i would find one that calls out to my every nerve and i still am haha. anyway this indian/turkish businessman sorta guy must've been really amused at the sight of me with a camera cos he was so smiley and asked me where i was from and stuff. friendly chap, anw when he mentioned they were gonna pull down the Stamford House which i was worshipping with my camera lens, i nearly died. seriously destroy such a lovely antiquated piece of history and bash in some modern monstrosity of a high rise office?? its ridiculously hilarious, speaking of hilarious, here's some comic relief i enjoyed today thanks to the guys in my class, who i certainly hope dont take it too seriously. while our dean was describing the works of Michelangelo in exquisite detail..some were lost in the Renaissance of their Zzzzzs haha.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_1952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Top 3 hits from the Essential 101 Sleeping Poses and Nodding Angles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112973423820848821?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112973423820848821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112973423820848821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112973423820848821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112973423820848821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/10/prescribed-retail-therapy-comic.html' title='prescribed retail therapy &amp; comic relief.loads of it.'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112930202672219146</id><published>2005-10-14T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:05:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>collage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let it die and get out of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paper paper obsolete &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought you'd ask me not to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tragedy starts from the very first spark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;written on your ticket to remind you where to stop, and when to get off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cold, cold water surrounds me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sail to the moon and brush the cobwebs out of the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for what it's worth&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i spoke too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112930202672219146?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112930202672219146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112930202672219146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/windows1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/windows1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't believe the wkend's almost over, and quoting mr. blunt ..its back to bedlam, argh.. i hardly got any work done..fri+sat+sun - ppffftt/poof! into oblivion.. anyway i'm glad i got to take some pictures although it was forbidden to photograph inside the Journey of Faith exhibition..fingers were absolutely itching to capture some beauty of the displayed artefacts but i know my principles haha..my family drove to Acm after church and some of them really had this illuminated radiance from within esp the saints and the resurrection of Christ. here's a bit of what i took after i came out from the exhibition at forgotten corners tucked in the back and entrance of acm..seeing that i havent done any hw i sorta played "hapless tourist" for a bit and snapped the cliched shots of the supreme court and cavenagh bridge haha(it was too convenient!) and here's a cool vintage car that did look like it should belong in the museum instead of outside it haha.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/DSCN1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/DSCN1142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm gonna get a vintage-y car and revamp it as soon as i can afford it(i know this is such a silly litt' pipedream) and i've to stop postponing all my driving lessons heh..other pipedreams include keeping a sheepdog, a labrador retriever, a husky and several kittens that i'll christen Tiramisu, Cinnamon and Rummy with the dude of my dreams.wait i've repeated the word dream like for the millionth time..ah well whatever..dreams are just a bunch of wool and not much else. chris bought Hard-Fi's Stars of CCTV finally! i didnt want to get any more cds cos i've just gotten Franz's latest one haha..i shall try to complete some of my foundation hw tmr, i hope to sketch at least one or one&amp;amp;1/2 landscapes seeing that i'm distracted all too easily by ants and other creepy-crawlies..okie pasta beckons for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112885699162711759?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112885699162711759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112885699162711759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112885699162711759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112885699162711759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/10/j-y-suis-jamais-alle.html' title='j y suis jamais alle'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112807893037465636</id><published>2005-09-30T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T19:24:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.pod-elicious.sellout?nah.</title><content type='html'>guess what the oldskooled cd girl has just bought the ultimate key to musicfreakdom.haha am i selling out by forsaking cds for the ipod? nah i think not! cos i'm still gonna buy cds no matter what and i didnt get the nano haha but the bonafide 20GB ipod colour to store all my music..finally i dun need the eternal debate of which cd to pick[".} it was a hard decision btw the prettily sleek + anorexic nano and the humbler + mightier ipod but looks aint everything eh!.. guess i better tidy up my room a little since my uncle colin's dropping by from the states..haha he wants to see my art sch stuff..drats whats a top-notch designer/consultant gonna make of the amateurish efforts of a art undergrad.. ooh i had really *delish* dark chocolate(meiji and dars koped from my sis) just now..subtly stirring taste. its friday and i'm gonna savour it before embarking on homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/0598_112931_franz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/thom%20yorke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/thom%20yorke.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/0598_112931_franz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/0598_112931_franz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ps: here's a pic of franz ferdinand and thom yorke, two of my fave music influences &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/0598_112931_franz31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/0598_112931_franz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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title='i.pod-elicious.sellout?nah.'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112791877459984406</id><published>2005-09-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:46:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's been a Grave misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/photo_111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/photo_111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sometimes i think i need a full-time hypnotist or shrink to suck out all my half-healed scabs and bitterness leftover from the mistakes i've made in life with the worst personified by my ex.its like excess emotional baggage that scars my memories and the every days i live and breathe in..the only spark of optimism from the crap is that i should learn from it and never allow it to ruin my present life and friendships. i'm grateful for all my friends who have always been there with their terribly sweet gestures, they're my other life support machine when music's not enough. i'm writing this cos i'm afraid i'll never let them know i appreciate every single one of them. alright i've watched Corpse Bride today and it is ravishing. utterly lovely like a starlit shadowed sky that rings with poignancy. its semi-morbid tongue in cheek humour makes the grotesque pretty(ugly).haha oops. anw here's an ode to all maggots around the world. they have terrified me on two memorable occasions so far and i hope i've seen the last of them after this stop-motion maggot sidekick of the corpsegirl. i'm so not looking forward to tmr's class with the male model with the uber ridiculous poses but ive got coltrane,verve, olstead and friends for ear candy:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112791877459984406?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112791877459984406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112791877459984406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112791877459984406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_10572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Damian and A Green Day&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_1054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; indefinitely maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112766883155553398?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112766883155553398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112766883155553398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112766883155553398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112766883155553398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/09/damian-and-green-day-indefinitely.html' title=''/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112755016642578395</id><published>2005-09-24T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:45:14.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sail my breath away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;what a difference a day makes and its not just cos its playing on my laptop right now haha.. finally its the weekend! most of the wk was fraught with crap and "tension" esp thurs..that was hell..i really couldnt deal with that overwhelming panic when me and tracy couldnt lock the door it was nearly 11pm and i was still in sch with a crisis on my hands and i havent even started on my fashion design..anw lets just say my emotional state was . i cant believe how much bad luck dogs me around!to have such an idiotic thing happen on the nite i was supposed to be rushing to complete my 2D design for fri..amazingly i stayed up the whole night and sorta finished the design in a few hrs..i looked like an extra from the set of the Night of the living dead or something what with my puffy eyes from erm my tears..it was real cool to see the others' creations and things took a turn for the better after i presented mine( taken in class here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;..could finally breathe easy..wasnt paying attention to itten's &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_10032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/IMG_10031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goethe or was it itten and goethe's theories hahah.. rushed down to raffles place mrt to meet the class for a supposed dinner prior to the fresco talk by Peppe Candeloro at ACM and i only met jovian..and i'm like usually THE latest when i meet my other friends..called wenxin to realise they're just leaving sch!! anw we whiled the time away outside the station with his mix cd and they were still incredibly mia..so we just went to Acm ourselves..rather lovely day cos of the weather..i dont know was it the lilting italian accent of the translator at the fresco talk but i was so drowsy! nearly fell asleep a few times haha oops..well now i sorta can put my finger on how michaelangelo executed his masterpcs yeah..it was meant to be a class outing but most left after grabbing a bite at bk..so it was only yeeching,jov, danny and me left and we chilled out at this cosy-ish loft at tcc, i'm not a connoiseur of coffee but i really enjoyed the ambience and chatting with them..gotta say it was hilarious to see danny and jovian's attempts at a successful conversation as i said its like an eskimo meeting a red indian for the first time ever haha..friday was gd :P def made up for the nasty wk.. oh gotta start on my hw soon..4D and 2D beckons!! ah the paradox of the blog..ive got loads to say but i cant really say it out cos its kinda weird revealing so much abt urself esp certain stuff..and the fact that i'm usually very honest abt how i feel doesnt help.okie. corpse bride opens this wk woohoo!til tmr then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;9.15pm&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_1034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/IMG_1034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;okie i just got back from dinner and felt like adding some stuff..rite now me and my sis are listening to radiohead's no surprises twice simultaneously on the cd player and my laptop, the effect rocks! its like being in a dream with the music totally surrounding you..ooh goosebumps..great music after snacking on some huge strawberries after dinner..we had claypot chicken rice at this old hawker centre at queensway thats quite reowned for its nosh haha..i checked out the Christ in asia art exhibition in my church's columbarium just now with my mum and some were quite evocative, esp the ones depicting Christ's crucifixion..i must remember to go for the Vatican treasures one in Acm before it ends..btw my current dilemma(a gd one though) to get the nano or not? gettin an ipod would def solve my daily problem of deciding which cds to lug along!..decisions decisions decisions::;right gotta go bathe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ps- here's a pic post adequate shuteye so hopefully i see some progress on my eyebags..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112755016642578395?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112755016642578395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112755016642578395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112755016642578395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112755016642578395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/09/sail-my-breath-away.html' title='sail my breath away'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112679792568411004</id><published>2005-09-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T23:25:25.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impulsive compulsion</title><content type='html'>for the first time in days i felt pretty carefree sitting by myself in the freezing cinema theatre waiting for the movie to start after the same old commercials, i could mime all of it word for word haha.. well the movie was really montypythonesque but very suitable for some very frayed nerves of mine..mr gilliam's campy style leaves ya laughing and cringeing simultaneously man..anyway its pretty irritating being surrounded this time by touchy-feely couples and giggling sec sch girls with very delicious smelling burgers( i really almost grabbed that bk burger right there!) anyway i'm very extremely done for or screwed.. my 4d sucks cos drawing each scene is like a baby trying to paint the ceiling of the Sistine chapel and my 2d is just some vague illusion at the back of my head..sighh..the movie break was too temporal..oh man my bad habits of doing impulsive stuff is back with a vengeance..chopped off my hair to attempt to get a layered fringe..hmm am i really as weird as my mum claims i am? hahaha whatever. gtg watch the telly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112679792568411004?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112679792568411004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112679792568411004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112679792568411004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112679792568411004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/09/impulsive-compulsion.html' title='impulsive compulsion'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112671075562277966</id><published>2005-09-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:31:42.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wear your art on your sleeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/12_iforget.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i need my cinema fix argh! i dont mind watching my movie alone surrounded once more by kids..i'll probably catch brothers grimm but i'm so stuck in my pit of 4D hw!! by the time i've painted every scene it'll probably be Chrismukkah..grrR...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/IMG_0780.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway i read this particularly lucid article by Robert Tracinski in mon's papers abt the actual man-made disaster that explains the anarchy rampant in New Orleans. it made a whole lot of sense why people were using a natural disaster as an opportunity/excuse for looting, rape and such violence..the sad consequence of the welfare state, from such a hopeful ideal to the selfish uncivilised behaviour it feeds due to people who instead of working together for survival seize the chance to prey on the other decent citizens makes me think twice abt my rose-tinted idealism. Musing abt my 2D assignment i wish i could just dawdle in my dreams sometimes but i guess living in reality makes life more worthwhile..&amp; this intrigues me.. "Our heart is our kingdom. If we do not allow our hearts to be broken, then we are not experiencing life to the full."- Alexander McQueen..Ans: True/False eh? to someone still somewhat battered + bitter from my previous encounters, being hurt over and over again by mediocre jerks aint really helpful except in my ability to spot a frog from afar. actually i dont even give a damn abt those pricks but do i really want to be pierced again?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_07781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/IMG_07781.JPG" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh great i've gotta make some progress on my hw..it was pretty fun checking out all those shops along haji lane and bras brasah yesterday for materials with sam, wenxin susanne &amp;amp; siyuan but i bought stuff that i liked not needed cos i dun even know what's my fashion item gonna be! alright i need to slp early so i can wake up in time to check if that stray kitten comes back to my doorstep tmr morning haha..it needs some food!! i wonder if kittens eat cornbread..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112671075562277966?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112671075562277966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112671075562277966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112671075562277966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112671075562277966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/09/wear-your-art-on-your-sleeve.html' title='wear your art on your sleeve'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112644706494737218</id><published>2005-09-11T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:57:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cirque du sonic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/400/IMG_0747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112644706494737218?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112644706494737218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112644706494737218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112644706494737218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112644706494737218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/09/cirque-du-sonic.html' title='cirque du sonic'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112636512379645351</id><published>2005-09-10T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:10:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uber-punk'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;argh i'm so damn naive sometimes..who ever gets fooled twice in a day by the same person?? wx sent me that awful email abt the crush survey and i answered as honest as possible for all the personal qns...and here's the kicker they emailed all that back to her. can you imagine how silly can one get..i made her promise not to open it haha.. and she tricked me into believing this punk rock band was gonna play a gig in sadm in ntu..no wonder i found it weird that she said it was like greenday, rasmus and my chemical romance..thats really an odd combo of influences and wot punk band calls themselves the fungus?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/photo_61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/photo_61.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha ah well it cant be compared to wot happened to me on thurs outside popular in skool..wenxin extended my portfolio tube so tt i could stuff my drawings inside and it got stuck so i put my entire arm inside to extricate the miserable wad of paper..no prizes for guessing what happened next..my arm was completely stuck and when she did this tug of war thingy with my darth vader arm it broke in two. and my arm was still stuck with half of it up till my fist..the pple in the bkshop must have had a field day laughing at yours truly..lets just said wx had very healthy lungs after that fiasco. anyway i went out with hx to get rach's prez and i sure bumped into quite a few old jc friends..saw alene and the houseraps, sze yin at orchard and huiyi at the mrt stat..too much of a coincidence eh.. ooh i bought the observatory's second album..for some strange reason it reminds me of gravenhurst.. the cover artwork rocks! u'll find out why when u buy it and touch it haha.. jov says i'm complicated..makes me wonder why my thoughts are so messed up and whats the real me..hmm i wonder if i should elaborate on the faux pas thingy.. ah well maybe its not meant to be lah..gd nite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;p.s. braces hurt like nails embedded in my gums&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112636512379645351?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112636512379645351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112636512379645351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112636512379645351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112636512379645351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/09/uber-punkd.html' title='uber-punk&apos;d'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112626386690246321</id><published>2005-09-09T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T19:06:11.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a faux pas and films</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_0700.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;finally its mid-term break and i can finally replenish my shrivelled right brain after all that assignments..its like a creativity sweatshop maybe a tad more intriguing.. i think i made a rather dumb faux pas recently hehe..regarding guys duh. my mind's a total whirl like the twister creature in wenxin's 4D project..life status quo is not bad actually considering my social life is kinda non-existent..there's constantly a dearth of guys in my life whoever said all's fair in love and war should eat their words..pass the ketchup please. ah sheesh pardon the closet hopeless romantic/idealist haha.. but i've always believed that things happen for a reason and its pretty much God's plan eh? maybe i should take back what i said on the previous entree abt the ntu XY community..sometimes my blunt honesty runs away without me.. i seriously cant wait to watch some movies this wk..corpse bride, be with me and eric khoo's previous films and the stuff prof mark reserved for us..or maybe not what with all the hw!! i'm kinda inspired by alexander mcQueen's collections and his style of fragility + strength for my 2D fashion item..oh its my dental appt tmr! pondering over what colour for my braces' brackets this time..gawd i'm so indecisive its painful.sometimes the worst part of them is the cringe-inducing aftermath of my makan-ing esp with all the bits of food dangling between the wires like some eeky christmas tree haha..hallelujah for the weekend man.. au revoir, a' demain~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112626386690246321?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112626386690246321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112626386690246321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112626386690246321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112626386690246321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/09/faux-pas-and-films.html' title='a faux pas and films'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112576206027167808</id><published>2005-09-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:45:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a scoop a day keeps the crap away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/IMG_07111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/IMG_07111.JPG" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh great i'm screwed. i'v barely attempted to leap into the valley of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;insurmountable crud of assignments..still gazing beautifically at my wannabe 3D homework hoping they'll start completing themselves..anyway i simply have to yak abt the ice cream buffet we had at The Daily Scoop today..i ordered bailey's choc &amp; chip and lychee martini although i badly wanted a go at the chocolate..rach had apple and coconut and huixin had the durian and hazelnut which really tasted like the gianduia flavour from Venezia..absolutely magnifique! was glad that huixin liked the prezzies..haha i was crudely inspired by the cube with threads hw we have to do for the Ant man..here's us in the ice cream parlour..(rachel,me and the birthday gurl)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/the%20daily%20scoop%20copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/320/the%20daily%20scoop%20copy1.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; perfect day to make up for the past 24 x 5 hrs rounding off with pizza with my family.. did i already mention i feel like such a gluttonous dork! ah was just catching up with a'in abt the appalling behaviour of certain males in our biosphere known as uni life, not sure how their nus counterparts fare but seriously talk abt a combination of narcissistic, insensitive and judgemental pricks..if pple had a tagline attached to their foreheads, some of those guys would be walking around with neon "dickheads" muahahaha..i'm not a feminist just being brutally honest. sheesh my dream that someone proves my hypothesis abt guys wrong may always remain fluffy clouds and nought. for a gd scathing observation on how judgemental and hypocritical males can be ,check out ain's blog.ah well i've had enough of annoying encounters of the turd kind with guys..for starters i hope they realise girls aint juicy slabs of beef ,pork etc to be eyeballed and analysed on their rate-o-meter but unique beings with multitude of traits and ideas..okie gotta go into that valley of shadow called homework and start on my new x-men hidden years comic..cheerio~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112576206027167808?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112576206027167808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112576206027167808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112576206027167808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112576206027167808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/09/scoop-day-keeps-crap-away.html' title='a scoop a day keeps the crap away'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112515673182899464</id><published>2005-08-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:32:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a shopping stupor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;its 10.35pm and i'm still on my little guilt trip after shopping maniacally since 5pm after my work stint in sch masquerading as a security guard wannabe. seriously if someone has patented an inbuilt control mechanism during shopping escapades, please do contact me haha..lemme do a running commentary..a waistcoat and a goth-looking lacenet skirt from house of japan(a second-hand shop near arab street that imports used clothes from japan) for 5 and 10 bucks respectively..three tops, a handmade belt and two pairs of earrings from bugis st..spending a total of $79 for all of the above. Rachel was helpless in stemming the shopping frenzy hahah..we managed to find a top and earrings that suit Huixin's style phew!! we totally unearthed some fascinating finds along hajib st what with HOJ, strait records and the customised tshirts shop. today feels so unnervingly karmic esp with the endless grey corridors devoid of lifeforms and the coincidental 3 tops all blue and collared..i bet my nightmare tonight'll be really interesting, hope johnny depp makes a cameo maybe in the maze of corridors aka wonka's choc factory! had so much to catch up with rachel, her modules in nus are kinda odd for a Maths major..titration and an essay abt a band concert?? oh some musings on my personal shopping hotspots in singapore..far east plz offers myriad streetwear and underground labels and i like func deko and collage for their vintage stuff..topshop is where i go to for high street, i love their blazers,belts,tees and accessories almost everything heh..heeren is the complementary cousin to far east like what hot chocolate is to cinnamon rolls : queen's couture and hmv..bugis st is where i get my budget buys and surprises do await amongst the winding rows of miniscule shops.. i'll continue the shopping hotspot list one day haha..for now i need to savour the post-shopping stupor and bathe! still thrilled to the tips of my toes and being single does have its benefits ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112515673182899464?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112515673182899464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112515673182899464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112515673182899464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112515673182899464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/08/shopping-stupor.html' title='a shopping stupor'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112470367670144319</id><published>2005-08-22T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:41:16.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>klutz-itis is a permanent malady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;moody monday it is..had some food with the girls after lecture and dropped by wm to attempt to exchange the dumb eyeliner but i guessed i'm so not cut out in the vicious verbal department blah.. and as if to reaffirm my accursed malady of klutzitis i fell on the escalator on my way to get a bdae card for yee ching..bona fide idiot i am..the oddest thing is i got cut though i wore pants..and to top it off the evil bus was abt to pull outta the interchange so..i ran half hobbled with my bleeding leg! what a banal little crappy day..gtg snap some pictures of massively stapled papers~(".)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112470367670144319?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112470367670144319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112470367670144319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112470367670144319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112470367670144319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/08/klutz-itis-is-permanent-malady.html' title='klutz-itis is a permanent malady!'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112455643061333442</id><published>2005-08-20T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:47:10.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tipsy...hic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;it was shaun's birthday today and we all went out for lunch at the heeren.. i've gotta rave abt dessert hehe..movenpick tiramisu ice cream nestled on a warm crisp yet buttery waffle with maple syrup and raisins..damn.. anyway we traisped down to paragon cos he wanted a wolverine figurine, i've always liked wolvy so i was kinda playin with the claw hand too..bought kraftwerk live cd for meself..itchy fingers mind you..my aunt jennifer was telling me abt the weird stuff she experienced during her travelling days with the airline..oh geez i feel utterly gluttonous what with the seafood dinner with them and the italian wine i had was fruity &amp; light but eating crab with braces aint pretty! i'm always glad i have shaun and shona as cousins, we sorta understand each other cos of the whole mixed identity thing.. ah gtg sleep to ease those halos around me eyes..nite*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112455643061333442?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112455643061333442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112455643061333442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112455643061333442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112455643061333442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/08/tipsyhic.html' title='tipsy...hic..'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112444815928659987</id><published>2005-08-19T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:46:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reprieve please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/clivebarker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/clivebarker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;at last its the end of the wk..a reprieve from the ass-ignments..gawd i feel like a factory sweatshop worker churning out ideas and designs..pronto pronto pronto! ah well if i could hand in another portrait i def would cos that one doesnt seem me..hmm.. anyway pretty eventful wk and my first time sketching a nude model was alright u know when one gets all shut up in vacuum trying to capture every apparent movement in the strokes.. my classmates are a mixed bunch but its quite fun what with all the jokers around haha.. i seriously need some shut eye tonite! and for no reason i chose to drop by wm and wandered around guardian pharmacy..and ended up buying a 19 dollar eyeliner which wasnt even eyeliner!shite... i was like zombie-fied by this saleswoman who was unnervingly friendly.i'm such a nuthead. oh poor wenxin she was totally traumatised by the hot soup spilling all over her..sigh she's so ill and had to have that happen to her anyway her painting was real magnetic though it depressed me. she's that gd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;oh here's a painting by clive barker, if i could name it i'll call it dead delusional haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112444815928659987?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112444815928659987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112444815928659987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112444815928659987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112444815928659987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/08/reprieve-please.html' title='reprieve please'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112360146441061785</id><published>2005-08-10T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T23:42:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bows &amp; arrows and a Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/1600/funeral.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4314/1395/200/funeral.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;yeah pple its our nation's 40th yr of independence haha and my brains are left a little addled from navigating thyself through the crimson-clad multitude that beseiged city hall mrt and raffles city..i seldom shop alone but i was absolutely desperate for my cd fix! v very therapeutic to wander abt HMV and sampling all the yummy music(the subways &amp; nine black alps!)..but i guess one cant buy too many at one go lah..finally got Arcade Fire's Funeral and couldnt resist The Walkmen's Bows &amp;amp; Arrows which was on offer(15.95!)..i'm all mush now after i heard In the backseat ; last track by arcade fire..terribly lovely although i thought regine sounded strangely like Bjork hahah(i mean it in a gd way cos i like bjork too)..oops anyway when i went to art friend it was da da dum.. closed! drats i'm such an i-diot..another thing this National day has seen loads of beefed up security what with all the grim looking officers with even grimmer looking weaponry stationed around city hall- it can only mean no chances are been taken. inevitably from witnessing enough of today's volatile world.. jolly gd parade as usual esp the fireworks hehe honestly thats the main raison i hung abt the tv but hey dont get me wrong i'm proud of me littt' nation haha..ah gawd i hope tmr's lessons aren't too demanding and i dun get too blur..toodles or ta-ta whichever it is gd nite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112360146441061785?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112360146441061785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112360146441061785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112360146441061785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112360146441061785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/08/bows-arrows-and-funeral.html' title='Bows &amp; arrows and a Funeral'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15165581.post-112333263228637720</id><published>2005-08-07T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:06:09.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really dark chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;alright i've succumbed like a coward and joined the rest of the world in their blog party.drats. anyway my first offering to this altar is hopefully un-pompous and witty enough to compensate for lack of juicy stories haha.. still pretty woozy from all the yelling/craning of neck/pounding speakers from last night's gig. The Bravery were not bad live and michael zakarin was definitely THE spark though sam was surprisingly gd. great opening with rites of spring but some riffs were a letdown..electrico was definitely kinda cheeky with the "we're not from the usa" bit but i guess they were alrite too, better than at baybeats '05 in fact. well i deliriously wish Muse or Bloc party was performing in front of me instead but we can't be greedy yea pple..willy wonka sure showed us that haha..i loved tim burton's darkly whimsical version of roald dahl's famous concoction and it was a little weird watching it alone surrounded by noisy kids..ah well i better shut up now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15165581-112333263228637720?l=indiephile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/feeds/112333263228637720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15165581&amp;postID=112333263228637720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112333263228637720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15165581/posts/default/112333263228637720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indiephile.blogspot.com/2005/08/really-dark-chocolate.html' title='really dark chocolate'/><author><name>anartxst</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12485540149875079618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
