Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Someone once told me, time is a flat circle. Everything we’ve ever done, or will do, we’re gonna do over and over and over again. Never has that felt more true than at Coachella. (via coketalk)
westsoy:

Chews Plants.
.gif courtesy of our comrade in arts Matthias Brown for traceloops

westsoy:

Chews Plants.

.gif courtesy of our comrade in arts Matthias Brown for traceloops

Late Night acknowledgements
I was editing my dissertation until 3pm on the day of submission. Flitting about the computer lab for a thumbdrive, for a working colour printer, looking for the correct cover page, worrying over my stupid conclusion… 
I was already brooding over my thesis in december in sweden, wondering what it would look like, and what I should dedicate 10k words to. I wanted to do something that I was interested in, and could sustain my interest for five months. So i resorted to Enid Blyton, the books that I always read in my toilet when I’m taking a massive shit. And threw in some random stuff about colonialism and gender as well, since that’s always relatable. And wrapped it up with a nice “Children’s Lit” ribbon.
Funny that my reading interests started out with dear old (sexist/racist/classis/whatever) Blyton, and it’s ending off with her too.
My love and thanks to 
1. *grudgingly* My parents lor. For reading to me when I was young, for putting up with my anti-social pre-teen years when all i wanted to do was read, for letting me borrow 10 books at a time at the NLB, for locking me in the car until I corrected my own grammar….hahaha. Now I correct YOURS!
2. My wonderful friends, who by all means distracted me with many whatsapp messages and invitations to eat/club/shop, whined to me about how i was never there, and when will i “be free of Enid’s clutches, Staaaaaace?” And who sportingly pushed me on and inquired how my thesis was, even though they had no fucking idea what it was about.
*special mention to Choon* - who really actually bothered to read and give a response to it. 
4. To my course mates - esp Luc and Sam. Nevermind that you guys were never physically there, I knew that I had your support no matter what. And that you guys are just a text away.
To the rest of em - studying at SPMS with various lost unwashed souls who bathed in the goddamn school, to eating weird foods and constantly checking up and helping each other out. 
3. To zyzz - for your constant needling, encouragement, love and support provided unfailingly. For enduring my breakdown (singular!), my whining and my total inertia. “Come on! 1000 words today!” For lending me your library card, for borrowing books for me and watching as I let them be overdue and you had to pay the fine HAHAHA
For looking for the books in the tomes of the NIE library, for helping me edit my work, and for finally reading the whole thing, and just being there in its entirety. Although you don’t really like my thesis (fuck you), it’s for you. You can share it with my mom. 
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Late Night acknowledgements

I was editing my dissertation until 3pm on the day of submission. Flitting about the computer lab for a thumbdrive, for a working colour printer, looking for the correct cover page, worrying over my stupid conclusion… 

I was already brooding over my thesis in december in sweden, wondering what it would look like, and what I should dedicate 10k words to. I wanted to do something that I was interested in, and could sustain my interest for five months. So i resorted to Enid Blyton, the books that I always read in my toilet when I’m taking a massive shit. And threw in some random stuff about colonialism and gender as well, since that’s always relatable. And wrapped it up with a nice “Children’s Lit” ribbon.

Funny that my reading interests started out with dear old (sexist/racist/classis/whatever) Blyton, and it’s ending off with her too.

My love and thanks to 

1. *grudgingly* My parents lor. For reading to me when I was young, for putting up with my anti-social pre-teen years when all i wanted to do was read, for letting me borrow 10 books at a time at the NLB, for locking me in the car until I corrected my own grammar….hahaha. Now I correct YOURS!

2. My wonderful friends, who by all means distracted me with many whatsapp messages and invitations to eat/club/shop, whined to me about how i was never there, and when will i “be free of Enid’s clutches, Staaaaaace?” And who sportingly pushed me on and inquired how my thesis was, even though they had no fucking idea what it was about.

*special mention to Choon* - who really actually bothered to read and give a response to it. 

4. To my course mates - esp Luc and Sam. Nevermind that you guys were never physically there, I knew that I had your support no matter what. And that you guys are just a text away.

To the rest of em - studying at SPMS with various lost unwashed souls who bathed in the goddamn school, to eating weird foods and constantly checking up and helping each other out. 

3. To zyzz - for your constant needling, encouragement, love and support provided unfailingly. For enduring my breakdown (singular!), my whining and my total inertia. “Come on! 1000 words today!” For lending me your library card, for borrowing books for me and watching as I let them be overdue and you had to pay the fine HAHAHA

For looking for the books in the tomes of the NIE library, for helping me edit my work, and for finally reading the whole thing, and just being there in its entirety. Although you don’t really like my thesis (fuck you), it’s for you. You can share it with my mom. 

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Everytime I see someone’s instagram profile, and it’s like this —>

" W A N D E R L U S T *insert triangle* "

… i just want to punch them 

note to self

buy terraria on steam ONLY AFTER next thursday :’( 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

thefourthwallmanor:

Katie requested I put up a few Terraria screenies, so here you go.

Sunday, April 20, 2014
enochliew:

Middle Finger Pin by Supreme

enochliew:

Middle Finger Pin by Supreme