don’t mess, this is the shit. six buckets, three kinds of flavour. three in the fridge, and three in the freezer.
true stalkers would figure out that I haven’t been on tumblr lately, and have moved somewhere that doesn’t attempt to quantify my blogging experience with numbers. I’m also enjoying life with over half of my hair chopped off.
photo by naq
silly photo of us but as mujjin says, killerwhale, his lashes & I rarely leave photographic evidence. (I added the ‘lashes’ part because… srsly)
super awesome vintage book find: three Albert Camus titles (The Fall, The Rebel, Resistance Rebellion & Death), Alexandor Solzhenitsyn’s One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich, and an old-school Bahasa book called Kisah Pelayaran Abdullah with sexy blue cover. psyched!
Posting Photobooth photos irrelevant to post is easier than getting photos out of my camera (a process riddled with obstacles).
Ratatat was tight as hale! It’s 6pm and I’ve just recovered from last night’s lethargy and damage to my eardrums. For an hour I was an inch away from the speakers. It would have been 100% worth it… if they had been allowed to play an encore. It only would have been Seventeen Years. Seventeen Years.
If a tree falls in the forest and didn’t play Seventeen Years, would you be fully satisfied in claiming you saw it fall?
my Rume bags, picked up from TinyTapir.com. took the plum one out for a test walk today and loved it! nail colour is coincidental.
a bad habit: reading two books at once, one when I am at home (oh Bourdain) and one in the apartment (a trilogy housemate lent me).
this is my lunch menu, current status of hair, maybe gpoyw and smile friday all at once, since I don’t know when I’ll be able to come online next (as always). no more addresses please, I’m running out of paper for all your letters. and as for content, no two are alike. <3
well maybe just one more address. one more. and that’s it. the post office will freak out. send me yours if you haven’t yet. (hatipelancarpeluru, apa lagi?)
what do you do when you’re impatient and can’t contact your favourite hairdresser?
a. go to a new place, take off glasses, leave completely blind self to hands of a stranger.
b. go to a semi-stranger who cuts short, straight hair of killerwhale, guyfriends, and shuz very well. I have long, wavy hair, and she said she had ideas. So I said okay, do whatever you want.
Once I get through the first week, I think this hair might just grow on me.
(SLAYED YOU THERE)
it’s wednesday. the weather is preventing me from my haircut.
(for now, nails are purple)
saturday. it’s been surreal, there’s a storm, and I have to be onstage tonight.
(this isn’t a smile friday, snpd, or gpoyw).
giddy + Blue Steel / Magnum / Le Tigre / Ferrari foxface
“What’s your name? I’m Dave.”
“… I’m Li. Um. Our picture turned out great.”
“Let me see.” (scoots closer on the staircase)
Did I mention Battles was goooood.
my bad aim + John Stanier getting a serious case of tropical heatface. Battles was gooood.
“Why are you changing into a white dress shirt? It’s midnight and you’re going back to the hotel.”
“Maybe I’m just a shirt kind of guy.”
gpoyw - Nadira Ilana, I miss you come back to bed edition.
(photo by nadira / my tweedle)
So I was right. It’s bright in here, but see the camera feed over my shoulder? It’s 2:53am.
