wanders of this world_

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i like it when..

_two worlds collide, endeavoring to make an image of reality

_the air is thick without the lingering days of summer

_i witness unanticipated results from my roll of film

_i am standing & listening & still believing regardless of

_i notice the precariously balance between happiness & anxiety in your eyes

_you label old-fashion and old-school but still depend on paper as a medium considering it was from 104AD

_they can’t leave the city because they’re too busy building another one

_a promise made never to be deliver, only to be defiant of any discernible logic

_spaces can articulate at various scales through accidents & coherence

_z is for 01000001 01101100 01100101 01100001 00100000 01101001 01100001 01100011 01110100 01100001 00100000 01100101 01110011 01110100

last but not least…

i like it when god is in the details

weekending_

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the brain – is wider than the sky -
for – put them side by side -
the one the other will contain
with ease – and you – beside -
the brain is deeper than the sea -
for – hold them – blue to blue -
the one the other will absorb -
as sponges - buckets – do -
the brain is just the weight of god -
for – heft them – pound for pound -
and they will differ – if they do -
as syllable from sound -
emily dickinson

spent the weekend with the peers in klintenborg (some where off north-west of zealand; denmark) we were housed at the sailor’s cottages, which had an uncanny resemblance to the military bunks back home in singapore. but anyways i should digress before i side track.

we were grouped into about 10 different groups & assigned a ‘viking’s bucket list’, which pretty much was a list of challenges we had to undertake as a group.

towards the end of the trip, 2 out of the 10 groups managed to complete the ‘bucket list’, & i’m proud to announce that our group ‘the white strips’ won overall champion.

wonderful company + picturesque scenery. bewitched by the country & it’s culture. what more could i ask for?

‘ i don’t think i’ve ever seen a frozen coastline. ‘

for i dag_

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‘ & for every snake, a ladder will compensate. ‘

i for one can feel the minute fraction of dislocation that 13 hours of air travel had inflicted.

as i orientated myself once more in an environment quite foreign, i can’t help but to feel rather blotted out at the mercy of translation.

here i am at pause, amidst the ideal model of a highly urbanized city, among the local urbanites happily strolling towards their local café, fluently speaking a language so foreign to my ears.

i am beginning to hear the melody. this is all rather surreal. as echt as i thought it would be. but the melody beckons me on.

jet lag. culture shock. what you may call this devil of dislocation, it’s the lullaby i’ve always wanted to hum along to.

& so the adventure begins.

han kan selvfølgelig tale engelsk, men han kan ikke tale dansk. yet.

another lovely song by megan.

pigeons_

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i was thinking about it.

if i could, i would very much like to be a pigeon for a day or so.

here’s my take of the ‘social anatomy of the pigeon’

30% cunningly disguised as stupid. ;

20% misguided ambitions. ;

50% chip fat. ;

a tenacious pigeon that existed. in isolation. in emptiness. in unreality.

placed with wings, flight will take place anywhere, never a hideous replica.

drifting in absence of the distractions from the urbanites inferior to.

the skies will be the limit, whilst all else beneath jones for a skim of acknowledgement.

will i by then eventually stop finding the hearts of cities, and acknowledge that the city is the landscape?

the dichotomy between the two has always remained vague.

defecating anywhere is just the bonus.

‘vive vivre la vie…”

maybe it’s not such a bad idea after all.

do people actually think of such stuffs? maybe i’m alone on this one. mm..

is this it_

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‘ you only live once; or so they say. ‘

the addition of another to a singular number isn’t really a beckoning figure to be honest.

fortunately, one plus one in my instance, did not turn out to be an astronomical figure.

‘u’ and ‘i’ are both in ‘futile’, but then again so is ‘beautiful’

‘a solitary laugh is often a laugh of superiority – graham greene’

a quote so concise and yet its presence is prolix.

don’t read me, for you will fail.

i think my bicycle tires are getting rather deflated in some sense.

reason must have been my personal preference of traveling with much vigor,

and not bestriding along the machinery of life .

it is not as frustrating as you would often like to think so.

i still look up in the night sky once in a while, with deep admiration

wondering if we would eventually smear it with the smokestacks, like we have already done so with everything else.

you do it so you can forget that you’ve ever had that one beautiful memory,

i do so it so i could at least try sleep with my eyes open.

oh what a paradoxical put i suppose.

it seems as such, the further i travel, the more i become backed with a hangover,

the more completely disappointed i become at one point or another.

it must have something to do with the mass, having an influence over the destiny of most things i witness,

but it will only be best that i drop this match into a glass of water before the fire consumes me.

not all is bad though, there are the great ones, you know who you are.

if home is where the heart is,

i for certain will have to address my letters to the stars.

with all decay or disbelief, the meaning of life will always rearrange itself.

don’t lose hope, but be surprised dear reader,

well at least this was what i was taught from the principle of entropy.

i am not the enemy, we just disagree.

embrace today, for the train tracks you’re traveling on lack the curvature.

and remember this; you cannot grab hold of anything with a closed fist.

i dislike goodbyes.

so see you later.

thanks for everything.

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filmprojector_

inthemirror_

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down to the wire, this was the very result of an entirely unplanned process_

the love of all decay_

an art project i did at the university of western australia (symbiotica)_

‘ the limitations of human love;

when we think for one moment about how inestimably dear life is,

we witness the extinction and destruction of another life,

we soak up the hurt for every problem until we become the hurt ourselves,

so we stop the contemplation,

in doing so is akin to laying our heads down and dying as slowly as life passes.

we eventually come to a point where it’s a fight,

for how much tragedy we can care about, it become purely coincidental ‘

-inspiration; astral weeks.

rather hyperbolic i know. but isn’t that what our urbanization is all about after all? a paradoxical result of wanting to make our world a better place and enrich our lives for the better.

‘ would we then go; i don’t want to live in a stinking world like this anymore because there is no attention paid to the earthly law and order no more. singing the melody in the rain. ‘ (a clockwork orange)

judgement is difficult, don’t take me too seriously, for ‘earth’ without ‘art’ is ‘eh’.

some snippets i stitched, enjoy.

‘ save of don’t save? ‘ – worm art from asile w. on Vimeo.

dichotomy_

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there’s an almost rigid dichotomy between sentimental emotions and cerebral intellectual in some sense. the weekend presented me with a rather liberating notion somehow. in all probability, it must have something to do with the folio submission on friday. three more mince to go. i’d like to think that i’m in relative control of things at this point of time, so enjoy the bits of rain they say.

one afternoon after another, i found myself painstakingly boxing up the chattels, these bits and pieces paint pictures of the episode here. almost like a dictionary of pictures, picture after another telling a story with another picture. nothing fills the mind faster than the generous serving of these pictures. the process was uncanny, as comforting as belting back to dysfunctional air-conditions in mid-summer, with a hint of like.

coming from a place with odd-looking calendars and a mechanical process and problems of a metropolitan lifestyle, being away from all that is almost like the cut and run. loitering about these quaint streets never fail to charm. perth is like a pearl. i know i can’t stay for long, but i will be back again someday.

how happy is the blameless vestal’s lot.
the world forgetting, by the world forgot.
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned.
“pope alexander ; eloisa to abelard”

yellow.

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yesterday;

- visited the dissecting room at university, person in-charge was rocking a pair of dr martens. signs of the good tour.

- purchased an electric shaver, which then stopped working as soon it grazed some hair off my head. cut short my hopes.

unfavorable weekend;

spent the entire day working on my cad plans and some production drawings. am getting somewhat worried. wait, worried? that is not the word, strung out.

garden, you and i just don’t have that sort of chemistry, i really wished we did at times.

nah, you’re agreeable, but it’s an ineffectual aspiration, so lets end the pretending and get this done.

redbull, old sport i’ll be damned if you fail to keep me awake tonight.

taxed out, here we go again.

keep drawing. don’t stop.