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This journal gets a lil bit repetitive and too emotional. Just a writing space since I can write anything here.
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| BIIIIG HUG |
[16 Jun 2009|09:51pm] |
 Oh god, I love my new camera. |
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| Da Paolo |
[06 Jun 2009|02:33am] |
This year it was at Da Paolo Pizza Bar at Holland which is suuuuuuuuuuuuuuper. It was a fun affair having everyone gathered over excellent pizzas. I think we were too noisy for the little fancy restaurant. But food was good, company was even better. Some of us ended up at Wala's for some True or Dare over drinks and it turned out pretty funny. Here's a massive amount of photos. I think the new additions to the family, made it alot better too. ;)
       
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[10 May 2009|10:40am] |
My father has this crazed interest in the Vietnam war since his visit to the country years ago to meet distant relatives and for my mother's first mere venture in the clothing business (which turned out to be a complete fiasco). So I woke up this morning by blaring bombs from the television, after which I spent almost one and a half hour of Mother's Day morning, watching a documentary on the Vietnam wars with my father. War 2; which Richard Nixon was mentioned several times, it reminded me of the movie Frost Nixon, I have saved on my laptop but have yet to watch. I'm embarrassingly amazed that characters were all based on real people (but of course right?), and they look exactly alike. This real picture of Swift Lazar, a hollywood agent interests me for some reason. I suspect is the colourful dresses the women have on. Funny, as in literal not ironic, how the movie had a fat actor to play his role. Nurul would have loved to see the actor. I swear.
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[10 Apr 2009|07:10pm] |
When a film's heroine innocently coughs, you know that two scenes later, at most, she'll be in an oxygen tent; when, a man bumps into a woman at the train station, you know that man will become the woman's lover and/or murderer. In everyday life, where we cough often and are always bumping into people, our daily actions rarely reverberate so lucidly. Once we love or hate someone, we can think bad and remember that first casual encounter. But what of all chance meetings that nothing ever comes of? While our bodies move ever forward on the time line, our minds continuously trace backward, seeking shape and meaning as deftly as any arrow seeking its mark.
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| Nurul's Farewell / Advanced 22nd |
[12 Feb 2009|02:06pm] |
We had to celebrate it earlier because by March 14, she'll back in Perth. We're old. 22. No kidding man. Oh my.
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