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Woah, is this banner made for me?! LOL
Actually, I just like to be dramatic. Things are not so bad
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I went out on Saturday night and crawled back home at 730 am on Sunday morning.
Quite a record, even after taking into consideration those wild Copenhagen party nights.
[On Brightness]
Me: Eh, why is [...]
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Worse
Posted in A taste for Melancholy, Cocktail Hour, Conversations, My Shrink Recommends Retail Therapy, Things Called Friends on September 28, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Phoenix
Posted in A taste for Melancholy, Bookworms Club, Cocktail Hour, Temporary Obsessions on August 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’m waiting for Dooey to call me so that we can go to some exotic place called Phoenix Park together, to have some famous burgers?
Don’t ask, I really don’t know.
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I’m trying to gobble up Day Watch during my train rides (because somehow, once I get home, I get stuck in front of the computer).
Anton: Is [...]
Peddles
Posted in A taste for Melancholy, Arbeit Macht Frei on August 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
[Photo from here.]
I really think that I’ll be a lot happier if I have my own old school bike to peddle around on. Without melting in the sun every time I do that. Or be dissolved by the rain.
Alright, quite a lot to ask for on a Monday morning.
Everyone knows that Monday mornings are the [...]
I Heart Coco
Posted in A taste for Melancholy, Being Somewhere Else, Bookworms Club on August 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Being absolutely objective, my dog is the cutest canine in the whole wide world
Although I admit its a close fight with Liyi’s Baby. Incidentally, she wrote about the sunscreen song that was always on radio (ah, even radio is a little retro now) circa 1999?
And that’s 10 years ago.
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I just got back from [...]
Hi Doggie
Posted in A taste for Melancholy on July 24, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
This doggie is quite cute. But very dirty I think. It was dashing in and out of the sea near the Louisiana Museum. I don’t know how it found joy in that considering how cold it was.
If Coco does that, I’ll be so freaked out.
I mean, she get ticks from grass. Who knows what’s in [...]
Feedback
Posted in A taste for Melancholy, ZenHood on July 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Recently, I’d been getting some negative feedback of me as a person. And that’s really the worst kind of feedback you can get because you can’t really blame anything or anyone else for it.
I’d grouchy and snappy which really doesn’t make me the best person to be around with.
I know its hurting people.
I just need [...]
Still Glorious
Posted in A Girl Named Bliss, A taste for Melancholy, Cocktail Hour, Complete Frivolity, Things Called Friends on July 3, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Its that time of the month and I’m feeling unnecessarily emo.
But Friday is still glorious!
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Question: How long should you wash your hands to make sure that its really clean?
Answer: The time it takes to finish singing the Birthday Song twice.
So, time to start singing!
Every day you learn something really stupid. Or at least, [...]
Twits
Posted in A Girl Named Bliss, A taste for Melancholy, Recycled Thoughts, ZenHood on June 8, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I twit here now. I try to be diligent – it doesn’t look like it, but dedication and tenacity is required to stay in the game.
That is until you cross the line of no return where you turn into a full-fledged Twitter freak and you are just constantly updating things like “I’d just inhaled [...]
Tomorrow
Posted in A taste for Melancholy, Arbeit Macht Frei, Recycled Thoughts on April 29, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Its been a challenging week and I feel a little frail and very much exhuasted.
One and a half years out of school and many doses of adult realities later, I am considerably more bewildered than ever about the conduct of human relationships.
Its so incredibly complex.
The g00d thing is that there is always tomorrow, which may [...]
Venice Sinks Again
Posted in A Girl Named Bliss, A taste for Melancholy, Being Somewhere Else, Complete Frivolity on December 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Venice just experienced its biggest flood in 22 years. Its pretty funny seeing photos of masculine, grown men wearing tigh-high wellies.
I like Venice. Its one of those truly beautiful places that makes you wonder if its real.
When I visited in the Spring of ‘07, it was warm, humid and sticky. It’s the Other Europe, so [...]
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This is where I write when I'm not obsessing about style over at Fashion Nation.
I can't think of anything witty to write here.
Its just your regular Shrine of Narcissism, you know? :)
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