Monthly Archives: March 2007

oldfashioned obsessions

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dragonboat

I bought a vintage suitcase a long time ago. I bought it from a makeshift flea market that sprouted out of nowhere in Hobson’s Bay and the sky was sunny, but drizzling ever so slightly. I had no idea how I was going to bring it home when/if I eventually did return home to theisland. All I knew was that I was in love with it: it had a very nice orange leather and the thing about secondhandthings or muskydusty carriers is that there’s always a story (that can be) attached to it. I couldn’t wait to board the plane, or put on a top hat or fill it with books and otherthings. In the end, we used it for a film that N had to shoot, and threw old clothings for further effect.

The picture above was taken by T at a recent dragonboating event. C finally developed it (yes, it wasn’t digital) and Iloveit because it looks so hazy and foggy even though last saturday saw perfectly clear skies!! C bought a waterproof instant camera and everything turned out looking blur but very oldschool! : ) I think I like old things verymuch. I also like it because someone must (always) remember to wind the camera up before taking a picture. har har.

navin & me
girls

I would also like to collect old typewriters.

But that’s a different story altogether.

Now, where’s my damned suitcase?

zero into hero

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Today was a floppy day. So to combat the yuckstuff, I decided to think of allthepeople who can make my soul leapforjoy and cause mylittleheart to melt (like cheese).

I am thankful for

Boy, I’m surely not a game fanatic. Childhood experiences tell me that I’m not very adept in my hand-eye coordination. And only The Thams have the power to persuade me to play computer games and treat them like sports or exercise.

I feel like Hercules.

whitespaces

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I bought a new journal (from borders_paperchase) because my trusty old one ran out of white spaces. It looks like a black bible, this journal. People say it makes me look holy, but that’s another story and it’s definitely something I don’t want to get into. It is thick in all sides and it has a black leatherlike cover. Best of all, there are grid pages inside that look exactly like a moleskine – (Ive always wanted one but they were alws too expensive!) The pages are less creamy though and the tip of my pen tends to make scratchy sounds and it feels (sometimes) like I’m writing on sandpaper. It’s new in a way – thisfeeling- and now, I have a tendency to wreck this blackbible because the ink keeps seeping beyond the pages. And some of the page-ends have shriveled up, like flaps that people secretly fold onto pages of library books, turneddownedges. Now, my own collection of flaps seem to bookmark my halfwaystories and musings. as if they were written with something left-hanging.

Some gridlines are also soggy&smudged because saltwater slash seawater seeped out from the wetthings that I put in the crumpler (I stole from Di). I went dragonboating, har har, and actually enjoyed the aftereffects of exercise fortheveryfirsttime save for the fact that I wrecked my newjournal in the process. I have heaps of slightlyswollenscratches on my right thigh because I jumped into the sea soon after we reached the midwaymark.  I like jumping into the sea. I don’t know why.

There is great freedom in being able to wreck something and I am cutting and pasting more things and trying to figure out ways to mark my days with less words. Like marking my days with a coffee stain, or something. Still, I find I end up writing and leaving words behind. G’s camera makes me want to buy a DSLR because (somehow) I feel like god behind the camera and the sound of the shutter sends a tingle through my spine.