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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

guess who's back, back again.

it is extremely disconcerting to reclaim a space that the dust has settled on
ill be honest to confess that i cannot fathom what is the driving impulse behind this urge to bring this blog back to life
not that any cyber patrons, even my own friends, would remember this poor desolated space

but thats the beauty of the internet isnt it?
where there are no spatial or temporal limitations
new spaces sprout up like mushrooms after the rain
devoid of any distinct geographical boundaries to the touch
and such spaces can be easily obliverated in a matter of seconds
convenient yes, and beautifully irresponsible


i guess this is way i need to reclaim my very own virtual site

now that 2 lives have merged as one
where the sweet concept of privacy is robbed from me
not that i wasn't a willing and overzealous victim

and im divorced from the fragment of myself that screams for solitude
im not good with solitary endeavours

call me the people's person, the girl who finds every second of eating alone a painful burning second

this is strangely contradicted with my disability of forging geniune bonds as i grow older and none the wiser over the years

perhaps this is what i need
and probably what loads of bloggers out there need to

the space for unadultered, personal expression of the solo thinker
lets leave self-censorship for another day shall we?




cyberspace, the g spot is back. holler!









polaris - jimmy eat world


the usual suspect said::
1/30/2008 11:31:00 PM :D


my world in a paper cup
gracie lou freebush
miss artful dodger
1986
st.nicks/cjc/nus theatre studies
//
Let each man exercise the art he knows.
Aristophanes

eclectic*psychedelic
The drama is not dead but liveth
and contains the germs of better things.
-william archer

all my lovers//haters
bohemian rhapsody
is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
no escape from reality
open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
-queen

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango!

ty
skin by lomographylove[:
inspiration: 001