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the notuary.: March 2013
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Sunday, March 24, 2013. He sits on the jagged edge of. Crumbling stone glued together. By cruel time's embrace. A wretched gargoyle perched. Feeding on hopeless Notre Dame romantics. She counts the moonlit scales. That shreds reptilian tears. On an infinite revolver. He loves me, he loves me .not? He impales his underbelly on the pointed arch. Seeping an ache through. Stained glass. hopeless defiance against. Siren's wet refrain - is your Odysseus. His flying buttress removed.
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the notuary.: October 2012
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Sunday, October 21, 2012. At first there was none. And then you came, the little upstart, who would completely change the world with your perspectives, techniques, worldview, and philosophy. the one who would capture the human spirit (what'd they call it? Because they just won't win. So it's nothing about you. not at all. you're just the monkey wrench for wrenches and the lubricant for a well-oiled chat. If humility is lost forever, then what connection? Links to this post.
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the notuary.: Ithaca.
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Sunday, March 24, 2013. He sits on the jagged edge of. Crumbling stone glued together. By cruel time's embrace. A wretched gargoyle perched. Feeding on hopeless Notre Dame romantics. She counts the moonlit scales. That shreds reptilian tears. On an infinite revolver. He loves me, he loves me .not? He impales his underbelly on the pointed arch. Seeping an ache through. Stained glass. hopeless defiance against. Siren's wet refrain - is your Odysseus. His flying buttress removed.
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the notuary.: prosaic.
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Wednesday, February 1, 2012. So how does one lose everything and anything, and start with that blank slate of mind when a lit screen of mostly white stares back at him? What do you expect from 'it simply is? So here it is, to the joy of writing. I hope I return to these roots. Again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Singapore License. View my complete profile. Shopback’s got my back.
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the notuary.: herstory.
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Thursday, March 7, 2013. Light captured in that narrow aperture tunnel. Summing up, that quarter decade (and then halves more -. Rounded off, /-1 because you just weren't taught to count). An ineffectual reminder of duty done, and then -. Soon you'll be Dusted? How'd you piece together our jigsawed youths. And return us the happy ending (that we you 2. Or were you the one unwashed knight,. That emperor wearing the leper skin, shedding that fur decades late. Is licensed under...
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the notuary.: on separation.
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Sunday, May 5, 2013. Hush, Nature's protest. Upon hearing its tendriled children split asunder. By those Hatchets who promise. We'll make your lives better', and thereonin. Unleashed a cry that pierced the empty woods. Fearing for the fruits of her slow labour. Even the verdant She cannot deny progress. That slashes-and-burns to send smoke rings. The morse of dots and (even more) slashes. Welcoming the first of five-stages-of-dissolution. She keeps up the pretension. Shopbac...
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the notuary.: Perth, Part 1: Caffeinated Dreams
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Friday, January 18, 2013. Perth, Part 1: Caffeinated Dreams. Something from the oh-so-far school days, when you could just write anything you want come hell or high water. Or just something a writer wrote, not a journalist. What is good coffee without a novel companion? Ng Kaijie browses through the bookstores near Fremantle’s Cappuccino Strip, and admires the idealists who continue to resist the superficial tourist culture. Both tourists and locals are plugged into the same...
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the notuary.: Exclusivity Bites Back? Battlefield 3 Razer Blackshark 2.0 Gaming Headset Review
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Wednesday, August 22, 2012. Battlefield 3 Razer Blackshark 2.0 Gaming Headset Review. Firstly, thanks are in order for Techgoondu. From whom I won the prize in its online contest. And now that I have my interests out in the open. Will such stylised products turn off the common gamer who want (or has) nothing to do with the game itself, or are they welcome icing on the cake? Does the licensing of game-themed gear pass on a completely avoidable cost to the gamer? The Battlefie...
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the notuary.: February 2012
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Saturday, February 25, 2012. Anecdotes don't make more than just one mere data point, but often it's the understated that claim tyrannical significance. it never is about the person, but how do you ignore the assault on principles that one would have held as categorical imperatives, only for clauses and circumstances to exclude them as imperfect duties? There is no greater denial of existence, than. Researcher notes, before being judged by the scales of censure. Is licensed ...
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the notuary.: on specialising.
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Where ideas are laid to rest. Sunday, October 21, 2012. At first there was none. And then you came, the little upstart, who would completely change the world with your perspectives, techniques, worldview, and philosophy. the one who would capture the human spirit (what'd they call it? Because they just won't win. So it's nothing about you. not at all. you're just the monkey wrench for wrenches and the lubricant for a well-oiled chat. If humility is lost forever, then what connection?