i remember my mother chiding me about making friends on the Internet not too long ago, for fear of those "friends" turning out to be fifty-something year old paedophiles looking for potential prey. i spent hot, lazy afternoons after college in front of the computer, talking to a bunch of people in a chatroom on a band fansite aptly named Chatgasm. ( Read more... )

mom keeps urging me to pack my things; i've got less than a fortnight left in this place. i can't wait to empty my ugly beige shelves of nineteen years of stuff, but then again, how do i pack my life away without a heavy heart?


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this is the first of many (perhaps?) letters i shall receive in the mail this year ( Read more... )

happy new year, LJ ( Read more... )

The Daily Grind is a gourmet burger restaurant cosily tucked on the bottom floor of Bangsar Village I. after reading about it and the amazing burgers and milkshakes they offer in various online blogs and magazines (hats off to you, TOKL), i relentlessly pointed out the restaurant to mom whenever we were around the Bangsar Telawi area, but mom never ( Read more... )

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i'm hearing talk of things that i used to think adults would only say... that adults would only talk about. then it hit me, like a ton of bricks, that we were adults. we're the people that we used to make fun of, the people we pretended to be in fun and games. we're journalists, we're accountants, we're scientists, we're dreamers, believers. time ( Read more... )

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