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Goodbye work. One last one for you.

Jul. 16th, 2011 | 09:44 pm

While waiting for the hot water to flood my bath tub, I must say this is the most eventful weekend in awhile, and I have work to thank. It's been a whirlwind of painful squinting at the computer and days of doing things I don't really care about anymore, but for the people that I still do. So do I did, because it still matters. It always does. But now things have paid off and I'm on a short workvacay, solo again in one of the best apartments I've stayed, ever. Decadent and indulgent and girly in my way. There's a nespresso machine that I haven't shown off to my partner but I will put to the test tomorrow (flavours advice anybody please ping). So today has been way long it seems, because I'd just hurriedly hit up a service apartment a few hours before the flight and on that note I would really advice against those 6 a.m airplanes, I'm warning you - the fear of not making it just means you don't really get to sleep at  all.

So race I did today (a little), and walked a whole lot, and chilled out at the pool, swam, took a tuk tuk for the first time (!), stuffed my face with dirty old street style tom yam and son tam, walked endlesslly, sweated a hell lot while squeezing into those toilet-sized boutiques, said a lot of kap-kun-kaas, strolled slowly then walked as fast as I could, rubbed shoulders with nice people, ate some more and super-marketed. And I am hell tired. So ready to dive into the hot tub and then fall in my bed with american dramas sipping the hot soup I brought back on a steal . Maybe play up an itinerary for my next vacay if my brain isn't already smothered with fatigue. I can't believe we're already in mid-July.

Sigh. Enjoy your weekend I am so not ready for mine to be over!<input ... ></input><input ... >

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Holy! Holy! Holy!

Jun. 21st, 2011 | 01:15 am

To snowball myself into reviving dusty albums and words that only make sense at certain wicked hours of night, I have and will try to maintain a tumblr account. It's brand new just as I'm new to it and I will attempt to treat it like how I treat this blog; without system and completely uncensored.

Give me a shout: pulpyoranges.tumblr.com

So that's one baby step away from my city-hermit lifestyle that is now. 

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Jun. 18th, 2011 | 01:33 pm

The inactivity of brave words can, at first, sound promising. Enabling even. But once it sets in that it is nothing but nothing, it makes the ones who say it sound like fools. All talk and no action makes Jack a pathetic boy, you do know?

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Jun. 15th, 2011 | 09:44 pm


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I'm telling my mind to shut up but.

Jun. 9th, 2011 | 09:21 pm

But the romantics' concept was always going to struggle.

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Jun. 7th, 2011 | 06:20 pm

It seems this way of lifestyle is very much in vogue - exaggerated language and outward declarations that invite envy make people happy and sometimes more contented with their lives. I have to admit I sometimes do this.

Humans are just flamingoes that make greater noise.

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May. 25th, 2011 | 12:52 am

I'm struck by how the most industrious and influential people in the world all seem to have one thing in common. They have all managed to wrestle belief from doubt.

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May. 23rd, 2011 | 01:39 am

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

-Pablo Neruda

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It's called Joy!

May. 17th, 2011 | 11:38 pm

There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing.
-Maya Angelou

Although it never is clear if the oasis of ideas and ideals in my mind will eventually actualize, I am joyful. The tunes they sing, the richness of their whispers give me clarity even though my actions can't always keep up. And so joy and unadulterated happiness is what I'm taking and hoping to hold on to as I excitedly open up the next chapter of the year. The next lap is just brushing the tips of my fingers now and I'm eager to grab it by the lapels and leap on.

Come what may, the positive energy from the past week has been a great influence and even better comfort.   Going away and leaving footprints in a foreign city, being privy to a small part of people's lives opens up the heart and gives me so much to think about. And nothing, nothing beats a companion who carries your weight and has, like you, developed a deep attachment for the slow and sometimes inefficient way of travel - trains. The sounds of tired wheels chugging along as rolling plains of fresh green rice padi fields dominate your view, flipping through a read in a deep state of relaxation against the vibrating rhythms of your bed, the musky smell of an old train sometimes washed over by station hawkers touting steamed glutinous rice and bubbliing broths, the laughable attempts to communicate with cabin mates over pot noodles and savoury fruit, and the sunrise - the sunrise! It is gradual and shy. And very intimate.

Yes, I will show you pictures and blog about it more soon. Till then, my head's already in the clouds...

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I'm leaving.

May. 12th, 2011 | 06:54 pm

In the tardy manner that my mind drifts from one thing to the next, the dark sky brings me to that moment in 127 hours when a group of college kids were squeezed snugly in a camper, wearing nothing except their smiles, windows down, arms outstretched for the falling snow all around them. And everyone else's faces come as a blur of shapes except this one girl whose happy gaze and bucolic charm I can't forget.  And yet I cannot remember for the life of me what brought the protagonist's mind there, or what happened after that.


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