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Wednesday, November 29, 2006
This layout is for the baby kitten I killed when I was about four or five years old. I didn't do it on purpose; there was a whole box of kittens in the closet in my parents' room. I could not resist holding a particularly dreamy-looking one. A couple of minutes later, it lay lifeless in my hands.
The painting is by Lucian Freud.
The painting is by Lucian Freud.
Rest in peace, 'sei Stanley.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Good evening, every all.
Monday, November 20, 2006
I got this screencap from some YouTube trailer... HAHA.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
I can't can.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
I keep coming back to Manila
Friday, November 10, 2006
I tell you, I'm not good at posing.
The nicer photographs are usually the ones we know are coming. The person with the camera rounds everyone up. One, two, three, cheese. Smiles widen. Nothing's taken. Lalala. Camwhore. This is me with my friends in some party. This is me in my new bikini. This is me in my cousin's wedding. Somehow, it's always you, the subject, and something else. There is never the "you," alone. There's always that "something else" after your name, before the period. You're always with someone, at somewhere, in something. Blah.
This is me.
(Thanks to Nathan for the pic.)
The nicer photographs are usually the ones we know are coming. The person with the camera rounds everyone up. One, two, three, cheese. Smiles widen. Nothing's taken. Lalala. Camwhore. This is me with my friends in some party. This is me in my new bikini. This is me in my cousin's wedding. Somehow, it's always you, the subject, and something else. There is never the "you," alone. There's always that "something else" after your name, before the period. You're always with someone, at somewhere, in something. Blah.
This is me.
(Thanks to Nathan for the pic.)
Thursday, November 9, 2006
Today I wrote a very sad poem. Time to suck it all up like a good love handle.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
Yahay!
I don't like our governess, though. Pramiz.
I don't like our governess, though. Pramiz.
Sunday, November 5, 2006
In an art exhibit, observing the observers is more entertaining than, say, crossing your arms and pretending that you could actually fathom photography.