“ironing is for noobs”  so sayeth my i-used-to-climb-telegraphic-poles towers-for-a-living (okay,okaaay. so towers sound more impressive) mate, stevie stevo. boxers are the way to go, buddy. match ’em with a crisp shirt and a funky tie, and you’ve got them interviewers wound round your little finger. *** the weather has been disgustingly gloomy the past couple of […]

it’s a cold, nearly-autumn night and beneath blanketed drizzles and yellow lights, i tuck chilled fingers into these pockets of his. amidst the numbing busyness, endless commutes and household worries, tonite managed to squeeze its way, uninterrupted into our tight schedules. and i’m glad it did because for a moment there, i thought i had forgotten. *** talking with fives […]

last night, i dreamt i downed half a bottle of vodka, neat. fun. *** post grad ain’t no walk in the park. my course mates and i have been a little more than overwhelmed with the sheer amount of work heaped upon us this semester. can’t we just teach, dammit! lia kept alternating between worried and confused throughout […]

now if you’ll excuse me. i’m going to implode.

                  l-r: madina lake rocked my socks! would you believe the twins used to be soccer players? | david and jo with some freaky masked person | halifax | the boy and i | dharen and david promoting scene at the movies :) |  sugarcult, who were super accommodating and gave loadsa freebies | meet the rockstars | obligatory […]

to you whom i keep missing over msn: it’s been too long, and too few real conversations in between. the little white doodoll sitting on my desk keeps reminding me to call you soon.  to the kapten: i wish you were a coffeebean-catchup stone’s throw away. to eric ejoos: happy graduation, mr happy grad :) i’ll be seeing you in […]

black graffiti, a word on fire. unfurl like prepackaged dispositions. ear-marked days; all edges only ever fade to grey. cellophane heart; how many times, do you know? i saw that chapter waiting to happen, then thought, what then.