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your fringed hole.

A college student loathing organized learning, local to Singapore but in the process of obtaining her degree in Hong Kong. Also a submissive indulgent in her non-melancholic whoring. She often overcompensates while being entirely consumed by her madcap adolescent hijinks.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

#15

A post integrated into a story for this. Despite its disappearance it's pretty darn cool what happened after.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

#14

proud to be nymphomaniac.

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on learning latin, and unproductivity.

twin(her) says:
cos like i was just thinking for eng lang got many latin roots might be useful eh? haha
twin(her) says:
um like for the unproductive affixes!
twin(me) says:
there are things called unproductive affixes? so cute. like you LAZY AFFIX i shall LABEL you
twin(her) says:
HAHAHAHAHHA
twin(her) says:
aw twin so cute!! -hugs- it's just things like admit adduce admire the 'ad' lor it's become so closely tied to the root that it's unproductive

Saturday, March 18, 2006

#13

On double A-sides.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

#12

reciprocals: emote, echo, magnify.

#11

(you, paraphrased)

Standing in front of the full length mirror, I
examine a girl,
stripped,
of a self-esteem, (a)
right to whom she stood in a self-destructive passivity.

The dark discolourations betray her overt liberalism --
a discordant identity.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

#10

a day of unnecessary intensity for the unnecessarily verbose girl.
a day when the unnecessarily verbose girl lost her words.

i must really review my disbelief in angels.

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lost, and found (poems dated october 2004: when you gave up.)

#1
a subdued glow of yellow.
eyeballs of giant african cats.
the inquisitive sharpness of eye
now glassy and fixated.

they do no harm,
they can't wait to leave you alone.
leopards frozen in frenzied pouncing.

#2
i want to stalk you for a lock of your precious hair
the manifestation of perfection
contained in an ordinary, almost rusting grey table.
the taper, and the moth,

the claw of the magnolia,
drunk on its own scents.
so dull, so peaceful.

you are the faces that the scratches no longer form.
(i can only watch you
behind the pastoral merry wars.)

Sunday, March 05, 2006

#9

The same obsession, infatuation, and the engulfing, passionate rapaciousness -- but we're playing roles, a swapped and twisted role-playing.

What if you knew how to quit me?

(I still believe in patriarchy.)