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super secret center: June 2009
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Thursday, June 04, 2009. Dawn and dusk 02. Quick notes to self on the project I want to do, before this brief clarity fades. 1 Collect stories of falling in love and falling out of love. 3 Turn these love notes into stamps (almost all tourist/public spots like museums, onsen and temples have these stamps for people to commemorate their visit), so that people can take home a souvenir. 5 Project videos of love stories collected on the wall. Posted by The Ghost Eater. Tuesday, June 02, 2009. Just loses it a...
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super secret center: May 2009
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Sunday, May 31, 2009. Hello drunken again. kind of. E took me along to the cutest little boutique selling reconstructed vintage clothes and antiques. I was sorely tempted by two carved wooden pendants (an anchor and a ship's wheel), and a pair of skirt/shorts that was based on an antique pattern of Victorian bloomers. We hung out there eating cheese homemade goodies and drinking lots of excellent Sangria. Posted by The Ghost Eater. Friday, May 29, 2009. Posted by The Ghost Eater. Thursday, May 28, 2009.
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super secret center: September 2009
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Monday, September 14, 2009. Oh, I don't know. One of the things I miss most about Sapporo is J. She really made me laugh. I like. love her so much because she never took my aloofness personally. She just. got it. Generosity combined with understanding, I think. Most people don't know that I have so much going on in my head that frequent retreats are necessary to prevent sensory and emotional overload from surroundings and people (especially people). I live my own life, for myself. View my complete profile.
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super secret center: March 2009
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Tuesday, March 31, 2009. Hello Haven't been here for awhile. Moved out into a new house. Didn't get the corporate job afterall. Started a new art blog: www.arterimalaysia.com. Trying to write a post for it about 'darkness'. A friend in Yangon intercepted with a gchat. Too good not to share it: (normal posting will resume soon, promise). Dont know why this simple ques make me difficult. Anyway,think i m good. Really happy to see you again. Haha simple questions are the worst questions. Do you know it?
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super secret center: Tunnel and Light
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Monday, November 02, 2009. MD sent me some poems at last. I've been bugging him, and most recently coaxed him with a photo of a volcano. Where is he now? Not in Burma. but dreaming of it, aren't you, dear friend. I'm gonna remember you today, and put you here, in my happy place. Taking up too large an area of seeing and not seeing. I put some patches of white clouds in the sky that I have painted blue. I move to the right a little bit and press my thumb down. On the buildings and bridges barring my view.
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super secret center: Uncertainty
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Friday, April 30, 2010. The world's got too much of me in it to have much left over for here now, but I still like coming to this secret garden once in a while. Check on the moss, pluck at some weeds. I live and work in my little house, attended at all times by uncertainty, incompleteness, and imperfection. This seems alright. I'm learning how to conduct them like an orchestra, although to be sure sometimes they play me! Posted by The Ghost Eater. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bettas Art and History.
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super secret center: Just a perfect day
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009. Just a perfect day. I was chatting with M.S. and he asked me what I was going to do on my birthday. I said 'maybe clean my house', to which he replied 'NO! Which is quite sensible advice. So this is what I will do:. In the morning, go for a walk in the park. Come home and put on a favorite dress. Look for a story book in the bookshop. Go and read it in a cafe where the coffee is too expensive and the vegetables are organic. Go for a massage. Come home and bathe with a new soap.
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super secret center: December 2009
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Monday, December 21, 2009. Why do we do what we do? On one hand art is work, on the other, it beckons truth. I can put more of myself into art now than I've ever done (that's why I post here so seldom). I still need this space though, as a kind of bowl - a scrying bowl where I occasionally pour out a mess and try to divine the meaning of what I feel. I remember a few lines from Goenawan Mohammed:. Akulah Adam dengan mulut yang sepi. Yang damai, terlalu damai. Ketika bumi padaku melambai. Go for a massage.
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super secret center: July 2009
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009. Should this become drunken post? I'm not really though. 3 days before departure from Sapporo to Tokyo and then back home. Fully changed by experience here. Trying to fend off overwhelming feeling of not being ready, not wanting to leave. with incantations, singing off key, self-affirmations. Not just the place, but being in love with the person that I am here. I don't want to forget. Tomorrow never waits. even if you're not ready, it comes. Sun rises and you just deal. Acupuncture...
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super secret center: November 2009
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Monday, November 02, 2009. MD sent me some poems at last. I've been bugging him, and most recently coaxed him with a photo of a volcano. Where is he now? Not in Burma. but dreaming of it, aren't you, dear friend. I'm gonna remember you today, and put you here, in my happy place. Taking up too large an area of seeing and not seeing. I put some patches of white clouds in the sky that I have painted blue. I move to the right a little bit and press my thumb down. On the buildings and bridges barring my view.
