Pitas

she listens like spring::
[EVERLONG acoustic]:: FooFighters
[this Mess We're In] :: Radiohead, PJ Harvey
[Crimson and Clover] :: Velvet Underground
[A Waltz for a Night] :: Julie Delpy
[Strange and Beautiful] :: Aqualung
[Possibly Maybe] :: Björk
[Bachelorette] :: Björk
[Creep acoustic] :: Radiohead
[Kiss from a Rose] :: Seal
[All my loving] :: The Beatles
[Hello Goodbye] :: The Beatles
[Drops of Jupiter] :: Train
[Just like Heaven] :: Katie Melua/ The Cure
[Oh You Pretty things] :: David Bowie
[Strange Little Girl] :: Tori Amos
[Flowers in December] :: Mazzy Star
[Seaside] :: The Kooks
[PunchdrunkLovesickSingalong] :: Radiohead


 Art 1
 Art 2
 Poetry
Close your eyes and i'll kiss you::
 Romeo + Juliet
Great Expectations
Beauty and the Beast
Girl with a Pearl Earring
Gilmore Girls
Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov)
the Strange and Beautiful ::
Milan Kundera
Amedeo Modigliani
Charles Bukowski
Frank Netter
John Lennon
Sylvia Plath
Björk
Virginia Woolf
The Beatles



Angel, your skin makes me cry::
Yelen :: Xuan :: Jan :: Wyn :: Alvin :: Bean :: Char :: Boon :: Edith :: Carine :: wenkian :: Ping :: Grace :: Lynn :: Phill :: Jingyi :: Gabriel :: Rachel :: Terence :: Abiel :: Huilin :: Ting :: Debbie :: Dalena :: Natalie :: Wendy :: Kennedy :: Charmian :: Wingyee :: Jianan :: Jessica :: Zhafri :: Hockboon :: Sereneang :: Jamie :: SNGS Dance :: Joel :: Rachel Ho ::

Celene :: twenty :: SNGS
Raffles JC :: NUS Medicine.
contact: celenehui@gmail.com

credit: serge luten (modified), lyrics by foofighters and killers.


placebo's pure morning
Friday, March 30, 2007 12:44 a.m.

A few of my new paintings! (:

'virgin' 30 by 30 inches, oil on canvas


'sunset' 24 by 24 inches, oil on canvas


(still a work in progress)
24 by 30 inches, oil on canvas


'cynical valentine'
30 by 30 inches, oil on canvas

Happiness is driving down that road to see you, with the citrus sun ahead blooming in a pale blue sky, its blazing orange melding with the blush of pink. Mornings are lovely, and yet i've missed too many. I'm driving now, suddenly overwhelmed by a strange, secret, unbearable lightness. No music plays, there is a cozy silence over the speaker phone as you wait for me to exit the highway (to give you time to change, you say)... Quite quiet, save for the continuous drone of a sleepy engine and the tires of foggy cars speeding by.

The road seems longer than i remember. But it doesn't matter... Happiness is the pleasure of anticipation, accelerating towards the east to reach you. It is being wrapped in the soft fog of a pure morning, a morning promising so much.