Quite possibly the scariest photo I've seen in the papers for some time.
Monday, August 27
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Thursday, August 16
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This is the Crowbar Awards.
Well. At least they (the Marina Mandarin Hotel, not 4As) tried to make it look dignified.
There are too many MINIs in the front lot. Every five minutes, a group of people emerge from the ballroom to smoke. You can hear everything that's going on even whilst sitting on a chair in the main lobby outside, waiting.
Creatives. Puh.
Wednesday, August 8
Tuesday, August 7
Monday, August 6
A Simpson...
This one was at The Cathay, where it was neither cordoned off nor mutilated. Unlike the Golden Village VivoCity one.
Saturday, August 4
Sunday, July 29
Tuesday, July 24
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"She cooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergine. She knows to boil the kettle, when you hum bars from Grease."
A thousand words or less
It's difficult to write. I either spend too much time thinking about what I'd want to say and how I'd want to say it, losing my desire to write something in the meantime, or I lose the desire immediately (which makes me wonder if I ever had it in the first place).
So I post pictures. That rarely has the same effect, but hey, at least I did something. I've wanted to say something about how my sleeping habits are fucking up how I feel about life. Going to bed at eleven at night and waking at two in the morning can't be good. Neither can waking at five in the evening.
There's also this feeling of instability. The lack of a constant in my life, be that a job, a person, or something else. The worst bit is not knowing what to do about it, or anything else.
I need better dreams. I need ambition. Until then I'm the bum that's gained weight since you last saw me.
Monday, July 23
Friday, July 20
Monday, July 16
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Saturday, July 14
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