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moved
Guess I couldn't sit still in the same place for too long after all. I've moved over to clenchedsoul, named after a Neruda poem. Join me there, if you're still up for it. -
walking on water, in your arms i'd stay forever if i could
I got into toy camera lomography in 2010 and had an amazing time with my Superheadz Kumagin wide lens in 2011. I took it with me on tons of outings and even to California and Hubei province in China, but only recently have I begun to send the film rolls for developing. It costs $14 to scan film into a CD at any Fujifilm store, but I get it done for ( Read more... ) -
Somebody That I Used to Know + The Script Mashup
This isn't another Death Cab post (not yet, anyway) but it is about music. I'd like to share what I think are two amazing acoustic covers by Walk off the Earth and Before You Exit. Expect a lot of music-related posts from me this week because I'm so stressed with schoolwork, I need a lot of noise to be both the distraction from and the soundtrack ( Read more... ) -
Intro + Plans
My favourite band Death Cab for Cutie is playing in Singapore on March 7. I bought tickets as soon as they went on sale; no way am I repeating the catastrophe of waiting to buy them closer to the concert date like when they first came here in 2009. All the tickets were sold out in no time. I'm still looking for someone to go to the concert with me ( Read more... ) -
yours to fill or burst
If I had to liken online publishers to boyfriends, then Blogger is the abusive one I don't know why I always go back to, and Livejournal is the stalwart lover who forgives me every time I leave him for Blogger. I don't know why I always do this, but my wanderlust has finally abated (in more ways than one) and I find that it's not so bad to indulge ( Read more... ) -
is this my voice?
You outgrow clothes, things, people. It happens - molting, shelling off, shedding away what doesn't fit anymore. Every phase is just a skin you're in. Are we like matryoshka dolls - if we peel off enough layers will all that is left be all that I am? what I'm meant to be? who I really am? Is it the final phase? Is it completion or a process of ( Read more... ) -
cold nights
My favourite kinds of nights are those spent in deep sleep: no dreams, just slumber imitating death ( Read more... )
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