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| Wednesday, 22-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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From the sea, from the sea...where I was once free
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| Tuesday, 21-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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Heavy Metal
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A study of colour and the monochromatics.
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| Monday, 20-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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Red
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Prosperity
Passion
Charity
Power
Life
Courage
Sin
Anger
Rich
Exquisite
Shame
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| Sunday, 19-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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Solitaire
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My grandmother lives a rather solitary life in a small 2 bedroom house with an occassional carer since her husband died August last year. She has 9 children and 27 grandchildren. Her children visits her sporadically, as each are commited to their own occupational and familial obligations. I don't understand her because of our language barrier. She and I are both of Hainan descent but due to changing times and circumstances I was never brought up to speak the language. Which is a real shame.
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| Saturday, 18-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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Le Smokin'
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Le Smokin'
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Choices
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Cloudless Sky
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Have a break, have a good weekend everybody!
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| Friday, 17-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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The Devil Wears High Heels
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Formerly titled I Will Climb Mountains, to which the male species will respond with: "I'd like to see you do it in those devils."
This is rather pointless, but today, I'd like to pay tribute to high heels: a painfully uncomfortable and unpractical piece of footwear that the female species have learnt to endure and will continue to endure (and worship for the Carrie Bradshaws of this universe) even if the world decided to orbit following a different axis. Feet aches associated with or caused by wearing heels is definitely something that women have learnt to live with, it would almost seem odd to come home, kick off those patent pumps and not say: finally, after one whole day, my feet are killing me.
But of course, I might be wrong.
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| Thursday, 16-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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A Few Good Men
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Today's post is prompted by a dream I had last night. 2 winters ago, me and the boys took a road trip down to the South Coast of NSW for a little break from the city life. The temperature was extremely low even for Australia, and for many days, it rained and the wind blew heavily so we were confined to the interiors. But that didn't deter us, for we found entertainment in rushing down a bottle of sherry and lip synching to Metallica, talking by candle light (even though the electricity was fine) and basically...just bonding. The highlight of the night, though, was the game of hide-and-seek in a 2 storey house, with a garage beneath. My hiding spot was in the laundry, crouching between the washing machine and a bunch of brooms. I had cramp legs from staying in that position and breathing shallowly for such a long time. Another friend hid on top of the fridge, and escaped notice when our seeker opened the top "freezer" in hope to catch on of us. We never had the chance to determine the winner though, as our seeker managed to fall down the stairs thinking it was a flight that was going up. It is not fun until someone gets injured, huh? What was more ridiculous was the fact that our ages ranged between 20 - 30, even then.
Admittedly, there's distance between a few of us now, something which saddens me. But nonetheless, it would be unfair to hold that against anyone as a brief period of close friendship and acquaintance is better than none at all. When I woke up this morning, I can't help but reminisce the laughs that we used to share and the carefree times we spent together. Now, we are all caught in the inevitable race against each other, making the transition into the grown-up world.
Regardless, all that are pleasant memories from my past brought to my present consciousness thanks to a dream.I just felt like sharing that. These are the few good men that has touched my life and shaped me and made me stronger, made me who I am today. And for that, I am grateful.
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| Wednesday, 15-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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Sweetheart
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Sweetheart 1
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Sweetheart 2
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Sweetheart 3
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"Sweetheart, don't be afraid to dream.
Open up your eyes and see the stars,
smell the roses,
and breathe in life,
For life is beautiful.
Full of joy, pain,
happiness, sorrow;
But beautiful, indeed."
That made up the short message (I don't think I can call it a poem...) I left for a good friend of mine before she left for Germany. Daisies are one of my favourite flowers. Whenever I'm feeling blue, I'll always get a bunch to cheer me up, daisies being "such happy flowers", to quote Meg Ryan from You've Got Mail.
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| Tuesday, 14-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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Dancing Lights
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These are all taken on the move with my digi. I call it "chance/ accidental photography": basically, very little skill and thought went in to each shot, as all I did was point at a desired angle and snap. Although it probably stands very low in terms of photography and its merits, the shades of light rendered are still quite beautiful, if only from an aesthetic point of view. The sheen of rainwater on the road surface multiplies every reflection creating an almost kaleidoscopic effect. My personal favourite is No. 4: the slow crawl of the car at that precise moment the photo was taken caused the lights from nearby buildings to blur into little ovals, and the raindrops vertical streaks that counters the horizontal movement: dynamism captured in a frame.
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| Monday, 13-Oct-2003 00:00 |
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Breakfast at Azzuri's
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Azzuri's 1
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Azzuri's 2
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The last 2 years of uni, each morning, without fail, would find us congregated at Azzuri's, the tiny cafe near the stairwell at the Wentworth Building. In actual fact, the name of the cafe is The Den, but somehow we were stuck calling it by the brand of coffee they use.
Azzuris is great, not really for their coffee or the range of cakes and nibbles, but for the friendly staff, the ambient music and the relaxed atmosphere. Now that I'm no longer at uni, I find myself missing the mornings where my name can be heard called out by the staff behind the counter, and my coffee being prepared before I even stepped inside the cafe.
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nice
sounds too familiar, that story. I don't speak much Saami, either, the language was partially destroyed by Norwegian/Swedish/Finnish/Russian authorites some time ago. What people are Hainan?
Great job
