typographical error
(Holga Pinhole, not my feet)
(I’ve been reading too much of Jeff’s stuff lately. go visit him)
In the wintertime-moving towards-springtime my eyes tend to stare at whichever or whatever is surrounding me if the ipod is on downtime. This terrible habit (STARING) has now gone to the point where I will fake-sleep while riding the skytrain or the bus or stare at shoes. And back then, I also stared at the surrounding words around me too. read more#
candlelit
Recently I have been indulging in pyrotechnic tendencies; ie. burning friendship candles straight out of storage for pretty scents and tiny hidden trinkets! Is it possible that I have never played with matches and lighters previously? Is the drifting smoke a stranger?
The breezes threaten to create a dance routine for the flame, while the melting wax threatens mutiny unless it contacts the water and then.. its really lovely!! 
pools of colored wax floating in twisted shapes and forms. The entire scene reminds me of a volcano eruption with different powdered sugar dyes. What I haven’t counted on however, is the fact that strands of my bangs occasionally come in contact with the glass and PUFF! my hair starts curling in smoky twisty curls that are charred to a crisp 
verbal play pause
Tonight was quite slow at the store so my co-worker and I played ad-libs: verbal diarrhea version. Our section and surrounding departments are filled with typography and verbal confusion so initializing the word wasn’t the hardest part but a few of the answers were decidedly unexpectedly original. My brain was still trapped in ice-cream mode: nearly all of my answers ended in a shade of color 
Brave Art
Brave Art
June 13-July 13 2008
Ayden Gallery, Tinseltown
scissor attack
Before and after photograph. I wanted to shake up my downcast mood lately .. Summertime is now slowly turning into long sleepy afternoons reading old literature novels in the backyard, wandering around the city with several film cameras, slaving once a week at bonbondrugs and rewriting programming assignment.
Yesterday I managed to combine a shopping spree in the local fashion neighborhoods on main street and mount pleasant, and a ‘trippy mint choco icecream’ dress that I imagined paired with a polka-dot scarf and leather vest for social happenings.
Still worrying about my admission status at SFU and distancing from several friends so a new hairdo’ was in due order; the most recent scissor attack would be last year in May, 2007. I brought a magazine cutout of a girl with messy hair and pearls in a ripped shirt for the stylist, and so she modified the bangs because of my preppy frames. YAY or nay?