rendering

filling in of this void. history 
there is a space in silence
where the thought meets feeling
this clash results in the “eerie” noise.
I’ve fallen so far I wonder where is the light. Something else is in here besides my old friend depression. Spelunking is not a hobby but a downward spiral to find yourself in the bowels of [...]

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a poet and his work

something burns
like a coin in my left hand, an itch in the right cerebellum
this hemisphere, half of mind
desires to burst into colours of words
Yet a lid remains underneath it,
a thin aluminium foil-
double sealed you see to keep the freshness in
yet the flavour is waiting to let loose
and loose it will be the day I find [...]

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indulgent cooking:cucina di lusso

I’m postively sure I had the best egg’s benedict ever. Imagine this, perfectly toasted crisp bread with butter topped with poached eggs and hollaindaise sauce with a side of salmon, sounds trite? Here’s the catch; imagine the aroma of perfectly toasted bread swimming through the sauce until its no longer creamy but a delectable bread based sauce with just [...]

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knocked up

what other cool assignment allows you to watch movies and read reviews for the entire semester. Unfortunately, I’m inept in finding a review on a movie that I find mildly pleasant…and thus I’ve decided to list my probable list of top twenty films and some in no running order.-(how this makes sense I do not know) ( [...]

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purple bedsheets

I think I’ve just started university proper, no more constant angst which I hopefully have kept well hidden from prying eyes. Not that my life is of any interest I’ll dare say. I lead a mundane typical asian student’s life in Sydney. Mug, coffee mugs, hang with friends on bars still hoping to one day rise [...]

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this mind of mine

so much has been going on in this mind of mine. But I shan’t spill all those graphic thoughts, they will be like entrails gushing out from a gash in your stomach. One day some day. I’ve just had the coolest Sunday afternoon for the longest time in Sydney. Random playing on the drums for 2 hours [...]

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heartbeats

Pen dips into paper 
Words paddle-
Ripples to
horizon;
Imagery of absence
transplant my love
wish I could,
rejected donor
imperfect match
your eyes
only magnify
the lack of you
in my life
I wrote this series of three in bourke street bakery, where I had a yummy bowl mocha (Belgian hot choc.) and a pumpkin slice with ricotta cheese toasted. Imagery of absence was inspired by an Aboriginal [...]

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free association

(yes I’m actually typing whatever comes to mind without much editing…)
Freud’s view was that we automatically censor our thoughts in our minds before we come out with the actual spoken sentences. His therapy involved freely expressing the content of a person’s mind without fear of revealing embarrassing details. Information that we might consider unimportant or insignificant might in part be a consious [...]

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