Okay. To those who have read my truly dramatic rain-drenched where-art-thou performance art a few months back concerning my necklace, Well, finally I shall be able to tell you what the key was for. It is the key to my tiny walking robot, who is named Mahmud! Julien made this clever bit using 3DSMAX and...
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Oh my sweet Sister Dew what have I done?
Every morning I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a glorious sunrise. I have a steaming cup of cappuccino while reading the morning paper. There are available seats on the train because it’s so early. I always go to the Mister Donut branch at the corner of the my building and order...
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“Bacon is my aesthetic”
Earlier my friend Honey told me: “The whole of japan is going crazy; they re dressing up like Bill Gates. Geekwear.” “Hahaha. Really?” “No.” I looked like this: ?
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You stopped the sun and moved the earth
Some people take time off, others hold people at an arm’s length, while others hold on tightly to whatever they can hold on to. Because somewhere in a kitchen there could be a woman stopping the dishwasher, her yellow-gloved hands in the soapy water, gazing out the window, realising that she always wanted to be...
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Jordan on a clear day — now I heard it’s snowing
Some pictures of holidays in Jordan — I said some. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. More soon. Remember the key around my neck? It was for Mahmoud! Hopefully Jul will present a 3D Mahmoud for all ye viewers so you’ll get a clue of what I’m talking about. Won’t you, Jul? Ouh LA....
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Cesspools of imagination
In a way, during certain days I’m a bit sad that there always seems to be a word for a certain mood. Even the unexplainable was given a name : ambivalence. And while I’ve always loved the word, I now see it as a coward’s way of putting into words what one cannot put into...
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Dubai Waiting Place Version 3.2
Smoking a cigarette is one of life’s lttle pleasures. The airport of Dubai is definitely the Hongkong airport version of the Middle East. I still have 9 more hours to kill before my next flight. In the time in between, I have yet to discover the little nooks and crannies of this brightly-lit place, why...
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In the same timezone
…but in a weird keyboard, french now. thanks jul for everything. i was such a bitch sometimes, but thanks for keeping up with me.
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