for the last few days, i was just glued to the computer screen. rather than write something decent or study, i've been infiltrating the pop culture blogosphere. i can't remember what i've been reading anymore -- reviews, gossips, relevant news, profiles, the meanderings of the A-lists and wannabes. i've been surveying celebrity blogs, more like stare at their photos really. some of them post a select gallery of their travels. i couldn't paint singapore with all the trimmings and romanticism as regular tourists like them do. to me, there's no such phantasm as a poetic vision of the london tubes, specially not during the peak of the rush hour. the outsider point of view is always straight out of a van gogh work of art. but those trapped within the confines of the ghoulish structures and behaviors are jaded from the persistent encounters not only with some emulous specifics but with the paradigm of baby jane hudson.
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