January 2012
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December 2011
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September 2011
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August 2011
2 posts
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Because I enjoy a nice date;
I’ve decided that starting one’s day by reading the paper is as pleasant as waking up every morning to a symphony of your beloved’s bodily noises as they blatantly scratch their behind, grunt and roll over onto the most comfortable arc of their beer gut. I’d much rather my world begin with intrigue and subtlety, then ever so slowly reveal its flaws as the day rolls on....
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March 2011
2 posts
gif of the day: Rabbit's revenge
afternoonsnoozebutton:
December 2010
4 posts
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The Unmoving Part of Travel
I transport myself back one month ago today. I am in Seville, standing at a bus stop as normally as I used to wait for the 409 to school, my backpack just super-sized; the creased leaves of its textbooks now replaced with the entwined ball of sleeves and leggings moulded into it over many a rushed exit. Its pockets are still stuffed with artsy fartsy cafe postcards, only- one is in Deutsch, the...
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And another:
(This was written during a volunteer experience at Wangee Park School with my lovely friend Mimz)
Humans are always seeking or anticipating the discovery of worlds different to this one. Earth, the wee ball on which we scurry to bus-stops, push along red-handled supermarket trolleys, shatter a cumulative amount of glassware during evening celebrations, has apparently been figured out enough...
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Another vintage post:
Desconocidos que esperan en la misma habitacion.
During my clumsy attempts to assemble sentences in español, I take account of the process itself- not linear, not sequential. Adjectives and pronouns consult their neighbouring nouns in order to define themselves. A statement’s meaning has the ability to be altered by one conjugation. An occasion of ambiguity is solved by the addition of...
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Just came across this old entry I wrote 4 years...
Things work in a funny little, upside-down, topsy turvy kind of way. Here I sit again. In the same place, on the main pivot point in my life, at the very beginning. Now the funny part is that this constant return to my now tattered start position is NOT the result of a 2-way yo-yo like existence (thank GOD), but moreso that of a loopy, spirographical existence I now think I’m destined to...
November 2010
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Overheard Today
“Bella…” - (creepily muttered) - series of Italian men on street “Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone” - A song played continuously at every TrenItalia station so far; someone must have a big sense of humour during all these wet-weather train delays “Grash-yas” - Arrogant lady with strong Southern accent to Italian lady at counter (this sort of...
October 2010
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People-grazing, 1 (Amsterdam)
“Cool, you’ve been everywhere I’m going- I must pick your brain!”. He froze, hand mid-locker, and gave me a look of alarmed perplexity that could have very well been accompanied by a- “What is this you want to do with my brain?!” He was a tall Israeli guy wearing one of those furry-flapped hats he’d bought to equip himself for the ever-encroaching chill,...
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Menu Perusal
“Oh Praha, I forgot all about you! Berlin to Praha, perhaps. But then, Budapest, we’ll be ever so close and I have this ‘feeling’ in the deeper, whispering regions of my gut that I’ll be a sucker for your refreshing eastern flair. And then comes that damn sexy beast of a Croatian coast which by then, will have me so off-track that I wonder, Praha and co, if we should...
August 2010
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nickholmes:
Spectators - occur in nature.
July 2010
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Brainbow.
One morning this week I managed to be the girl that was, but not.
I slumped into my train-seat without knowing how I got there. I emptied a coffee cup without recollection of lifting it to my lips. I stared intently out the window seeing nothing but floating contemplations against an urban stream of white noise. Upon a very short-lived return to entirety, I realised the canvas of my ruminations...
June 2010
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I'm moving all my shit over.
Because I’m finally putting an end to that abusive and retrospectively bizarre relationship I’ve had with ‘walls’ of late. Anyway, if I had to be a socially-fed victim, I’d rather it be with a sane two at max. Also, consolidation is nice.
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Custard apple hunting, Saigon.
I made him walk in circles (/rectangles?) around the moonlit blocks of Pham Ngu Lao and its sister streets. My mind was made, as usual not by its own self but by its superior counterpart, my stomach- sending us off on this culinary mission. The film strip rolled in the background, diverting our attention with every second frame. Cue motorbikes. Street markets. The notorious question, “Where are...
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Ticket support.
There’s a window I regularly grace to purchase my train ticket after work. At that window, I frequently encounter a man who I know not by name, but by his consistence in applauding me each and every time I recite my request. Example: “A single to {home/the boyfriend’s} please.” *Money-ticket exchange* “That a girl!” Or: “Single to {the studio}...
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Suburbia (aka More Stuff I Write On Trains)
A modest soup of flora and concrete, treetops and powerlines. Autumn drops in, bringing with it a generous buffet of crunchy leaf endorphins. Step! Step! Freshly fertilized lawns rudely interrupt the scent of those freshly cut, though neither are as welcome as the diverse blend of spices and everyday bulbs wafting quietly through the air. (Onions: the home-cooking socialite.) In the park, the...
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Fact.
Somewhere, an inquisitive Martian is mistaking everyday locomotives for giant, worm-shaped vacuums, whose utility on earth is to clean up displaced human beings from the surfaces of elevated ground blocks and underground cavities. Obviously, the simultaneity of collection and disposal would have said Martian shaking her head at such an inefficient practice of urban landscape dentistry. So, out of...
“I’m just an ass in the crack of humanity / I’m just a huge manatee”
– The Moldy Peaches
May 2010
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Memorable excerpts from old blogs - #2
Sometime this week I was so unnerdy that my unnerdy head went and processed the following unnerdy thoughts: - ‘How cool would it be to meet a guy with the surname Font and then marry him and then be able to greet newly made acquaintances with the words: “Hi- we’re the Font Family!”’ - ‘Yeah! And then we’d name our children Verdana and Tahoma and Arial...
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Memorable excerpts from old blogs - #1
Ran out of Swisspers facial cotton wipes the other day, so after a frantic morning search for an alternative.. something… anything- I cleansed my face with a pantyliner.
