May 2011
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I need your Facebook LIKEs!!!! →
Hey y’all!
Please help my boyfriend win this modelling campaign!
arthurlim:
hey friends & family! please LIKE this photo! i need your votes to win this modelling contest (i’ve been shortlisted to be the face of an australian underwear brand, teamm8). Step 1: LIKE the organizer’s page: http://on.fb.me/jy8AMm Step 2: LIKE my photo!: http://on.fb.me/jyN8cW
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March 2011
4 posts
February 2011
10 posts
“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to...”
– The Serenity Prayer
“I’m not angry! I am in pain!”
– Kevin Walker
“Do nice guys always finish last?”
“Lies. Lies. Lies.”
“Sometimes you want to cry but the tears won’t fall.”
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Untitled Manuscript Part 5
The tension in the air is palpable. The entire staff is there, some standing and others shifting uncomfortably in their seats. The body lies motionless on the floor, cold and pale. Death by hanging. The marking on his neck makes that clear enough. The man’s daughter is in the corner, still sobbing, but more from shock than sorrow. All eyes are trained on the stableboy now, who was last seen...
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Untitled Manuscript Part 4
He ambles dizzily past the drunken crowds, tracing his steps through the gaslit streets, back to where he had been taken from.
Through his stupor, his surrounds do not quite resemble the place he had seen just this morning.
It is nightfall, and the city is now the domain of the prostitutes, playground to varmints and labyrinthian refuge to the downtrodden and brokenhearted.
Dried blood had...
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Untitled Manuscript Part 3
He watches wistfully as the contingent trots into the corner of the quiet, cobbled street. Soon it will be bustling with people and engined coaches, but at this moment it is just him and the increasingly distant clip-clopping of hooves. The boy is lost in thought as a smile forms in his face, uncontrolled. He had not smiled in the longest while, for in that time he had not had a smidgeon of joy....
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Untitled Manuscript Part 2, Redux
The boy returns to his quarters, feeling more than a little drained from his strange encounter. But deep within him lies also a curious satisfaction. He rests his head atop a lumpen pillow and drifts into sleep…
It is barely daybreak when he awakens to a start. A kick sends jolting pain into his ribs. Grabbing his side as he regains his senses, he looks up to find his taskmaster staring back at...
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Untitled Manuscript Part 2
The boy returns to his quarters, feeling more than a little drained from his strange encounter. But deep within him lies also a curious satisfaction. He rests his head atop a lumpen pillow and drifts into sleep…
It is barely daybreak when he awakens to a start. A kick sends jolting pain into his ribs. Grabbing his side as he regains his senses, he looks up to find the horsekeeper staring back at...
January 2011
5 posts
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Untitled Manuscript Part 1
It is the night. In the piercing cold, all is quiet save the rustling of the trees.
A boy is by the stoop, hunched over with head hung close to his knees and arms around them. He is an armour of impenetrable sorrow, shaken only by the the sporadic, trembling chill.
He had been here for some time, hours at least. One can tell. But it is time to leave, so with a laborious grunt he heaves himself...
Learning to Feel
A friend of mine had been confiding to me about her outburst of pain, that finally came after a long delay. It had been a good two weeks since her breakup that had been as swift as it was sudden.
Consoling her, I remember most vividly what she had said.
“I don’t want to stop feeling.”
I assured her that she wouldn’t, but also felt like the biggest hypocrite. How could...
The Hills are Alive...
Get that one wrong and give up your gay card.
I was thinking about music just yesterday, and how some songs have a special place in my heart.
If I were asked, I’d say one important song in my life is Britney Spears’ “Womanizer”. I associate this song the most with success. I remember it being the ONLY thing I played for a full 2 weeks in Melbourne, away from home for a...
Mr Cellophane
“Cos you can see right through me, walk right by me, and never know I’m there!”
Of all the characters in Chicago, I’d always identified the most with Amos Hart. He was such a sap - always dependable, always there when you need him the most. But nobody ever REALLY loved him, or at least cared much for him.
It doesn’t feel good when you’re Mr Cellophane. It...
Stream of Consciousness
I am back, sort of.
Much has changed in the space of over a year. I’m in a different city, living in a wildly different situation. And I am unhappy.
I found myself browsing for diary-type of applications on the iTunes store, when it dawned on me, “What are you, 12?”. Then I remembered. Over a year ago, when I created this blog, I was unhappy too. And when things got better I...
September 2009
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August 2009
8 posts
Crazy Cat Lady
Someday, I will be old and rickety. But they will come to me for sagely advice. To which I will serve up such bon mots as “Life is but a succesive series of disappointments”.
After which I would look into the distance and radiate an aura of having lived the greatest story never told.
Armchair Psychologist
The human psyche is such a bizzare thing. Take FunnyBunny for example.
Somedays he’s such a funny bunny, taking on the world one hop at a time, clowning his way to glory.
Other times, the day is so crappy and tiring that all he wants to do is break some dishes, huddle in a corner and cry.
Scream! Eat a tub of icecream. It’s cathartic I tell you. Whatever gets you through those...
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“The passage of time lends itself brilliantly to the cultivation of acrimony.”
– FunnyBunny
A New Burrow.
Welcome everyone!
Like my new burrow? I thought so. I do too. Look around. Or check out my drawings at Esquisse Moi.
By the way, Blogger has been throwing shade at me, the likes of such:
If you’re here looking for Funny Bunny, I’ll have you know that the damned piece of shit has found a new burrow. Never mind that I have served him well enough for the past few months, all he cares...
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July 2009
4 posts
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X-Static
THIS is the face one makes when told by their boyfriend that they’ve won premium tickets to see Pink perform in her penultimate concert in Sydney. And THIS is what the brain looks like on the inside. Some pretty trippy shit, I know. Free stuff. They do that to you.
Fairy Dust and Rainbow Cookies
Fish are weird.
Rococo Samantha Jones: Looking fierce in Botox and glam lighting.
Oxymoron.
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The Secret Garden
Once upon an indeterminate time, there grew a secret garden. This was one of those forgotten corners that one only chances upon unwittingly, the sort that thrive unencumbered by the meddling presence of man. And what a glorious garden it was today. After a long bout of agonising winter, spring had finally sprung! Every flower, every leaf, bumblebee - each threatening to burst into a song of...
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Madam Babushka
On this cold winter’s morning, the street stirs with the zooming of cars, the pitter-patter of dogs and the treading of their masters’ feet. The whizzing of the java machine coming from the coffee shop proves too irresistible, and lures the sleepyheads from their beds. Shop-owners sluggishly open their roller shutters as the whole town awakes. Amid the noise and hullabaloo, Madam...
June 2009
6 posts
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Michael Bay, DADAist hero
I went to see Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen last Friday. This is what I remember of it:
Scene. EXPLOSIONS. Oh my goddess, this IMAX screen is huge. Military. EXPLOSIONS. Plot contrivance. Whizzing camera angles. EXPLOSIONS. Pot jokes. Motion blur. Plot contrivance. EXPLOSIONS. Racist minstrelsy. Robot scrotum. Plot contrivance. EXPLOSIONS. Fin.
The film made very little sense, but then...
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Warrior Princess Mikaela
Angelina Jolie is one intriguing figure. Batshit-crazy turned mother of six (and more to come, no doubt), and goodwill ambassadress for the UNHCR, she is also a deservedly celebrated thespian.
Sure, there’s that “bad-ass vixen” role that she takes out from the closet to wear over and over and over again (Tomb Raider, Mr & Mrs Smith, Wanted etc) which I presume she goes to...
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Muchas Gracias
Dear Momofuku Ando,
Thank you so much for inventing the modern instant ramen. Your contribution to society is immeasurable. Had you not been born, how bleak living life would be. Meals would not be cooked in under two minutes. For under a dollar. Imagine that!
I mean, seriously, how would assignments get done? The collective sigh heard from the cataclysmic event of architecture students...
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Marion Cotillard's breasts look like white...
Bryan Safi is my new hero. Here’s one reason why.
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Hail Mary - There are kids here!
Dear pervy man trolling the university bus stop,
Your white shorts do not qualify as appropriate outerwear because they are:
1)Elastic
2)Thinner than the dishcloth at my mother’s house.
Judging from the way you were so proudly standing and your smug expression, the fact that your entire erect penis was clearly discernible through said shorts, I assume, was well within your...
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The End of the World is Nigh
Pretty busy at architorture school, here’s something to tide you bebes over.
Tired of your pubic hair? Soon I’ll design a line of pubic wigs, they’ll be shiny, they’ll be colourful, they’ll be long, short, straight or curly. They’ll sell like hot cakes, or blonde acrylic eyebrow weaves in dingy shops where Chingy is still considered relevant.
Guaranteed...
May 2009
11 posts
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She Never Listens
Hello?
You need to talk to your sister.
Oh, hi, mom.
(distant)YOU talk to him.
—- Phone passed to SissyBunny. Cue long, painful discussion about future prospects, degree choices and career options. Damage done, phone passed back to MummyBunny —-
So did you speak to her?
Um, yeah, I thought I just did.
What did she say? What did you say?
I think she needs to make sure she...
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Rape Me in My Thighs
While we’re still being culturally insensitive, here’s another one, just to keep the ball rolling.
Cause I’m generous like that.
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The Chili Yin Chronicles
So just the other day the BF and I were on our way to dinner when we walked past our regular bakery. Naturally, we HAD to go inside to pick up some of their fantastic cheese puffs (Classy!). Now usually, my eyes would be transfixed on the tasty selections offered, but today, a little more lethargic, they were zipping and flying across the space, judging everything and everybody in sight. And...
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Someday But Not Today
Someday, but not today,
The search, the search,
For that one, the one,
Of ice-cream Sundays, Of hearty laughs,
And butterflies,
Not all that glitters is gold,
Someday, but not today,
Somehow, just not now,
Someone, just not this one.
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I am five
I want to see this. Badly.
Part of me thinks it’s going to be a big pile o’ shit, but deep inside I’m all giggly and excited.
Does that make me Disney’s target demographic?
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Stevie Nicks made me cry today
Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams now
Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness, like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost
Of what you had
Oh, what you lost
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I want to be blonde and beautiful
The advent of media-sharing results in the enrichment of the populace. Through the opening up of this technology, we are now able to share our insights, learn new things, but MORE IMPORTANTLY, we get to while away the hours watching trash like this on Youtube:
This harpy sings? I’ve got to give it up for the maestros behind this piece of musical genius. Through some inconceivable...
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Wherein I am a bitchy queen
Earlier today I was a marauder on alien land called Jonas Brothers: The 3D Concert Experience. Here I share some of my observations for your perusal.
1. Disney = Skynet.
The movie opens with rather disconcerting scene of tweenage girls in a mad stampede, their hysterics on full display as they scramble desperately for the chance to come to contact with our superstar brothers. As the show...
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I NEED that dress! And MY favourite colour is...
And thus the bar is raised. Also, the discomfort on the groom’s face = priceless.
So many reasons to see this movie. How could anyone resist it?
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Let's laugh at poor people. Also, Nicole...
Hello? Hello! Funny Bunny? Yeah? Mom? I called just now, but you weren’t home. I went out to see a movie. What did you see? Milk. What kind of movie title is that? It’s about this prominent gay figure. His name was Harvey Milk. Oh.
Have you seen Slumdog Millionaire? Your brother brought home a copy. I haven’t. What did you think of it? It was pretty funny.
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Wise Words from Skanky Ladies: Kitties' Song of...
The world slows down, But my heart beats fast right now, I know this is the part, Where the end starts.