Saturday, February 20, 2010
this shits going on my wall
Some of Quoc's stuff on nice glossy paper.
So the other week, I thought I'd take advantage of the Harvey Norman Photo Printing sale, where it was 10c a photo. I printed 30, which I thought was a lot, but the woman next to me at the store told me she did 1800.
I was gonna say 'You can find more of Quoc's stuff HERE' as a link but then I realised that anyone who reads this blog automatically reads Quoc's too.
.. Also, that link doesn't work.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Monday: Teenage Angst Professional Edition #34
For reasons unknown, even though he had achieved every objective he set out, even though it all went according to how it played through in his head to the smallest of details, he came out of it feeling like he lost something heavy.
He's feeling light, as if he wasn't grounded anymore, that where he used to anchor himself among those trivial matters no longer existed. That place no longer existed. Instead, like a brand new mall being erected, an unfamiliar yet welcoming presence inside him beckoned. It drew him in.
The realisation that some things just are the way theyre meant to be. That, it seemed like some sort of cosmic timeline existed, and that destiny enforced its decision. The realisation that, similar to some dreams he had, when he needed to, wanted to run towards it, he couldn't move his legs. That when he wanted to shout out those words, unfiltered, clear and without ulterior motive, he found himself unable to open his mouth. Yet when he was, quite suddenly able to open them, nothing, no tremble of an utterance could be made.
Unable to attain. Unobtainable. He finds that it will be something he will never have, nor find again. He re-reads his past, hoping to find clues to what may help ease him. Ease, into or out of whatever it is hes floating in. Because, hes floating, ungrounded, without direction or a sense.
OKAY GUYS, LOOK FOR SOME ELEMENTS OF BELONGING IN THERE.
NO DONT, ITS A TERRIBLE STORY.
We think we write best when in the zone, but like...I can totally imagine mrs young reading this and just LOLing or geting pissed =D
He's feeling light, as if he wasn't grounded anymore, that where he used to anchor himself among those trivial matters no longer existed. That place no longer existed. Instead, like a brand new mall being erected, an unfamiliar yet welcoming presence inside him beckoned. It drew him in.
The realisation that some things just are the way theyre meant to be. That, it seemed like some sort of cosmic timeline existed, and that destiny enforced its decision. The realisation that, similar to some dreams he had, when he needed to, wanted to run towards it, he couldn't move his legs. That when he wanted to shout out those words, unfiltered, clear and without ulterior motive, he found himself unable to open his mouth. Yet when he was, quite suddenly able to open them, nothing, no tremble of an utterance could be made.
Unable to attain. Unobtainable. He finds that it will be something he will never have, nor find again. He re-reads his past, hoping to find clues to what may help ease him. Ease, into or out of whatever it is hes floating in. Because, hes floating, ungrounded, without direction or a sense.
OKAY GUYS, LOOK FOR SOME ELEMENTS OF BELONGING IN THERE.
NO DONT, ITS A TERRIBLE STORY.
We think we write best when in the zone, but like...I can totally imagine mrs young reading this and just LOLing or geting pissed =D
Friday, February 12, 2010
just bloody concentrate on the task at hand. halfyearlies are in a month and we really don't have the luxury of time anymore. shit happens, take it or leave it and move on. everything will fall into place later in our lives anyway. taking a step back and looking at it again, i feel that it is rather a small setback. like whatever man.
also, finger weights hahahaha.
also, finger weights hahahaha.
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