tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261803572024-03-13T07:37:24.472+08:00[tentative working title]lorem ipsum dolor si amet. this is dummy copy. do not read. this is dummy copy. you are a dummy.chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.comBlogger832125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-38073883456986375332020-12-05T20:41:00.001+08:002020-12-05T20:41:53.672+08:00<p>Premise 1: I love walks</p><p>Premise 2: I love parks</p><p>Conclusion: I love walks in parks</p><p><br /></p><p>But I failed to mention a 3rd premise</p><p><br /></p><p>Premise 3: I love you</p><p>Conclusion: I love walks in parks with you</p>chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-61624140408672879062020-12-01T20:44:00.001+08:002020-12-01T20:44:33.518+08:00Chet Baker Sings<p>For almost a year</p><p>I couldn't bring myself</p><p>to play that</p><p><br /></p><p>But when you came last night</p><p>I immediately pulled it off the shelf</p><p>And dropped it under the needle</p>chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-1861236479675174742020-10-18T22:49:00.000+08:002020-10-18T22:49:30.988+08:00Fairly late<p> This is a bit late...</p><p>But I’m starting to enjoy the music of Fela Kuti.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-29548038427660728312020-06-16T22:28:00.001+08:002020-06-16T22:30:06.668+08:00A sinking feeling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This makes me truly happy.<br />
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I'm just not sure for how longchi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-88182733569381934302020-06-01T21:48:00.002+08:002020-06-01T21:48:11.336+08:00Hidup tak bermakna... Buat makna untuk terus hidupchi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-32107490417343869242020-05-21T21:58:00.003+08:002020-05-21T21:58:47.080+08:00Almost<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I finally bought a new dish dryer today<br />
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Next time I get paid, I'll install a new sink<br />
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Then my kitchen will be complete<br />
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At least one part of my life will bechi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-63765692334678313532020-05-18T22:31:00.000+08:002020-05-18T22:31:48.262+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am sad because I don't know how to get rid of the sadness<br />
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But I will try<br />
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I will try because I know this sadness will not last forever<br />
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Neither will I<br />
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<br />chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-27484037028288849532020-05-10T18:03:00.003+08:002020-05-10T18:03:24.905+08:00When all is said and done there will be nothing left to say nor do anymore.<br />
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I'll try to squeeze in a few more thingschi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-73701063417618814522013-03-26T23:48:00.001+08:002013-03-26T23:48:52.843+08:00I am sadI am sad because I do not know how to get rid of the sadness.<br />
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ps: I really want to stop being sad.<br />
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<br />chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-18110786362471674982012-04-25T16:18:00.002+08:002012-04-25T16:19:22.291+08:002 uncanny events<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1) Once again, I woke up in the middle of my sleep. 10 seconds later, the apartment began to shake. It lasted for about 20 seconds. I went back to sleep after that. This have happened many times before. For some strange reason my sleeping body seems to know that an earthquake is about to happen.<br />
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2) A crow terrorized me. I went up to the roof to take in my laundry. I hear a loud caw and a crow landed on the rooftop fencing at about my eye level. It cawed and stared into my eye. It then dropped a turd and came closer to me, cawing louder. I felt intimidated and left the rooftop, my clothes still on the line.chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-36659889211252420242012-04-24T23:30:00.000+08:002012-04-25T00:06:54.846+08:00This is by far the most meta blogpost I've ever postedI want to use the word 'obfuscation' in daily conversation<br />
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You: Let's just be friends<br />
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ps: to all readers of this blog (yes, all 3 of you), sorry for this extremely long hiatus.chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-21316936056403172672011-09-20T00:31:00.000+08:002011-09-20T00:33:16.118+08:00'Foolish' by Sudar<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="274" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-TwSjgdvwVI" width="480"></iframe><br />
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I was told to listen closely to the words of this song today... <i>Sitting alone and thinking of you
While you are sitting alone and thinking of me
How could I be so foolish to think
That you are sitting alone and thinking of me
While I am sitting alone and thinking of you
How could I be so foolish to think
That you could be mine...
Would you be mine?</i><br />
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I've always thought this is such a beautiful song. Now it's even more beautifulchi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-27962415884439595702011-09-18T01:13:00.001+08:002011-09-18T01:13:16.495+08:00The Problem of Time and Space (part 13 of many)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-23510646999513225402011-08-20T01:01:00.000+08:002011-08-20T01:02:07.988+08:00The Problem Of Time & Space (part 12 of many)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVg3uuRrOgL1Pi0fREcjcbTM9_ZZwT_sdiHQwRa5AD2yAPx5mvpIFG8hdUoeppEl_3LzKkt6VCMM9wm5taFuiJRwprLKbMzi4qyeukX5JofYV3eWjH8uVf29ILwlNc69xCeiTo/s1600/POTS12.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVg3uuRrOgL1Pi0fREcjcbTM9_ZZwT_sdiHQwRa5AD2yAPx5mvpIFG8hdUoeppEl_3LzKkt6VCMM9wm5taFuiJRwprLKbMzi4qyeukX5JofYV3eWjH8uVf29ILwlNc69xCeiTo/s400/POTS12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642613433523648050" /></a>
<br />chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-46901574791539137532011-08-18T21:35:00.002+08:002011-08-18T21:38:45.251+08:00An exit to an extended brief hiatusI'm reminded of how I heard a lone trumpet while I was sleeping in the forest in Yoyogi Park...
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<br />Along with it, I sang an almost silent murmur...
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<br />'Summertime, and the living is easy...'
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<br />I can't wait to have that again. Unfortunately, I will be surrounded by snow then.chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-65321369396123287852011-08-13T22:28:00.002+08:002011-08-13T22:45:58.628+08:00A Brief Note On A Brief Hiatus (part 3 of many)The title above have inevitably transformed itself into a lie. My hiatus is no longer brief. It has been around for way too long.
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<br />Unfortunately I still have not gotten around to sorting out my shit yet. In fact, it has occurred to me that a brand new pile of shit have just been unloaded on my feet. Funnily (not in a hilarious manner, unless if you like sick humour), this pile of shit have been poured upon myself by myself. In my realizing of how I've been cradling this bag of excrement (and not to mention, progressively adding to it) for too long, I suddenly lost the strength in my upper torso. My fingers slipped and I let go.
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<br />I should stop now, lest I run the risk of the title being a complete lie. Lying always make me feel like crap.chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-84559020890311559722011-07-27T14:50:00.000+08:002011-07-27T14:51:13.909+08:00a brief note on a brief hiatus (part 2 of many)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdpnDF3xSdu4-fu6GsowtVJJUxrjD8TDyyQyicHQTGN-1gOnmCawq6I4oiVX8kukPCjXlVvRbVD4h7al5bOVOMR65wW5kez5YwVXeay2er2ZtD-rgEdtuUFiOo-KLiGzOe6JI/s1600/tekalastitch.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 69px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfdpnDF3xSdu4-fu6GsowtVJJUxrjD8TDyyQyicHQTGN-1gOnmCawq6I4oiVX8kukPCjXlVvRbVD4h7al5bOVOMR65wW5kez5YwVXeay2er2ZtD-rgEdtuUFiOo-KLiGzOe6JI/s400/tekalastitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633921063860453122" /></a><br />photo by Dill Malikchi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-91863227957420164152011-07-20T22:13:00.002+08:002011-07-20T22:18:25.948+08:00a brief note on a brief hiatus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GTvm-GEJ9TSjOWGmL44RZ-TQK6EPwI76zU98H9E5_wc-fiYXm4MfA9ncCTiQMAnXem97zutiion81XinCX1eF3fBDMwx1ULp3HjDFcuRuncqvy4wReONu-4NKsWhf5I5cwtf/s1600/sortmyshitout.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GTvm-GEJ9TSjOWGmL44RZ-TQK6EPwI76zU98H9E5_wc-fiYXm4MfA9ncCTiQMAnXem97zutiion81XinCX1eF3fBDMwx1ULp3HjDFcuRuncqvy4wReONu-4NKsWhf5I5cwtf/s400/sortmyshitout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631438517842726322" /></a><br /><br />It might appear to you that I have stopped caring. You might find yourself telling you that.<br />For now, you ought to suspend all belief in yourself in regards to that matter.<br /><br />I just need to sort my shit out.<br /><br />brbchi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-65345325482661302042011-07-12T08:53:00.000+08:002011-07-12T08:54:22.801+08:00The Problem Of Time & Space (part 11 of many)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTrMDExzI2hzmzln1K6WQjAiMy2MGEfD-0inuoysXNJV02Mbpk7zXZHNW3ye8R51szAiniBCKBb5aaGyQT0RhbCU3yBZx22N_qzeqmSW6Hi-uScdQ7HcvZlDfmJuGo4Kf4xkA/s1600/POTS11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVTrMDExzI2hzmzln1K6WQjAiMy2MGEfD-0inuoysXNJV02Mbpk7zXZHNW3ye8R51szAiniBCKBb5aaGyQT0RhbCU3yBZx22N_qzeqmSW6Hi-uScdQ7HcvZlDfmJuGo4Kf4xkA/s400/POTS11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628262719624442642" /></a>chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-77806047844608994892011-07-02T11:24:00.000+08:002011-07-02T11:27:06.323+08:00The Problem Of Time & Space (part 10 of many)I want to be your Godotchi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-91587135435505035902011-06-29T21:35:00.002+08:002011-06-29T21:45:49.578+08:00I can clearly recall, the act of my stomach breaking down was the precursor to an organ, much more critical than my stomach doing the same.chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-45433413258436956232011-06-24T01:06:00.001+08:002011-06-24T01:06:39.611+08:00so wonderful to know you<iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5PFC_c2yuBM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>chi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-86565247106733270942011-06-21T23:42:00.000+08:002011-06-21T23:43:50.601+08:00The Problem Of Time & Space (part 9 of many)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbkP9xxmWOPFsobSReNGxeks5d3DD_NeNiuOXRmRCpAwwLhf5PK2TsNL2bSPfORTvUC2uiEQd7imM9hjcZM0h8YhDyN0dXKdnLcbj4lGnR4nbUFi9k63ikuChGIpKe6E8Py0S/s1600/POTS09.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbkP9xxmWOPFsobSReNGxeks5d3DD_NeNiuOXRmRCpAwwLhf5PK2TsNL2bSPfORTvUC2uiEQd7imM9hjcZM0h8YhDyN0dXKdnLcbj4lGnR4nbUFi9k63ikuChGIpKe6E8Py0S/s400/POTS09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620699150840644402" /></a><br /><br />And the other half of my face was peeking at my ipod, waiting for a responsechi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-78637119451332276872011-06-14T21:13:00.000+08:002011-06-14T21:14:35.536+08:00Nice to see, nice to hold<br />Once heartbroken, considered soldchi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26180357.post-82488565902278003962011-06-08T13:00:00.000+08:002011-06-08T13:02:08.162+08:00Just When I Thought I Knew You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduyijrlVIHfG7IU9aff7BzGVvLGEGPxtl1zBz7nrGu_YNdK0kaiVxh-d1bHhdvOz8jqYBqaqFnCjb2qYUJ0Mvek-tXnPE5awfMnPVguPS520MtwmLxyTBhtU9tcPljEXCtYRP/s1600/justwhenithoughtiknewyou.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjduyijrlVIHfG7IU9aff7BzGVvLGEGPxtl1zBz7nrGu_YNdK0kaiVxh-d1bHhdvOz8jqYBqaqFnCjb2qYUJ0Mvek-tXnPE5awfMnPVguPS520MtwmLxyTBhtU9tcPljEXCtYRP/s400/justwhenithoughtiknewyou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615709677359330658" /></a><br /><br />My niece is damn avant gardechi toohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13468040252559873471noreply@blogger.com0