Wednesday, March 31, 2004
15/271a williams road
and fiiiiiinally. green light from agent, a-ok from my mom. i'm moving. it's been postponed too long, and my lease end is looming ahead - this sunday, in fact. so in the near future of the few upcoming days, i'll have this wonderful collision of duties... packing, moving, shopping, getting used to a new home (again), unpacking, stealing well-deserved slumber, rushing to meet deadlines whilst settling down. it's no coincidence, which makes it all the sweeter. and all to be done before easter break, which starts next friday.
furniture - nil. i foresee boxes and stuff all over the floor, and myself to be sleeping on a thick wool blanket i have for at least 1 week. then i'll need to get the furnishing basics... bed, desk, chair(s). eating utensils. cooking utensils? cleaning tools. miscellaneous items. microwave, fridge. there was to be these 2 units but they mysteriously disappeared, according to my good agent peter, just before i went to inspect the place. says it's the previous tenant from hell. sure, bitch. anyway the owner is not supplying them anymore, do i still want the place?, nonchalantly. he's oblivious to my shit-accumulated-at-the-ass predicament. it's no question i have to move by this weekend, so i repeated "yes" thrice before setting an appointment for payment and contracts, thursday.
should be packing on fri/sat, and moving on sat/sun - if all goes well, that is... although there's no reason it shouldn't, but one never knows - and my current room is to be vacated by sunday afternoon.
so come monday i'll be waking extra early and taking a 1/2 hour tram ride to the city. or maybe the train. the tram ride is more direct, coz tram #8: toorak - melb uni stops right at rmit, about 3 mins walk from my building. but the tram route takes longer, what's more i've no idea what the morning traffic is like... could be a slow crawl up swanston st. the train alternative leaves me with some waiting time at flinders, before looping around at melb central, which is about 10 mins walk from my building.
so south yarra, here i come! new lifestyle, new routines, new locale, new bed. uncertainty and risk, 4 days in countdown. i feel the change in my bones already. =)
furniture - nil. i foresee boxes and stuff all over the floor, and myself to be sleeping on a thick wool blanket i have for at least 1 week. then i'll need to get the furnishing basics... bed, desk, chair(s). eating utensils. cooking utensils? cleaning tools. miscellaneous items. microwave, fridge. there was to be these 2 units but they mysteriously disappeared, according to my good agent peter, just before i went to inspect the place. says it's the previous tenant from hell. sure, bitch. anyway the owner is not supplying them anymore, do i still want the place?, nonchalantly. he's oblivious to my shit-accumulated-at-the-ass predicament. it's no question i have to move by this weekend, so i repeated "yes" thrice before setting an appointment for payment and contracts, thursday.
should be packing on fri/sat, and moving on sat/sun - if all goes well, that is... although there's no reason it shouldn't, but one never knows - and my current room is to be vacated by sunday afternoon.
so come monday i'll be waking extra early and taking a 1/2 hour tram ride to the city. or maybe the train. the tram ride is more direct, coz tram #8: toorak - melb uni stops right at rmit, about 3 mins walk from my building. but the tram route takes longer, what's more i've no idea what the morning traffic is like... could be a slow crawl up swanston st. the train alternative leaves me with some waiting time at flinders, before looping around at melb central, which is about 10 mins walk from my building.
so south yarra, here i come! new lifestyle, new routines, new locale, new bed. uncertainty and risk, 4 days in countdown. i feel the change in my bones already. =)
Monday, March 29, 2004
u need to be in the right mindset for this
heard these 2 jokes on saturday. u have to be in the right mood in the right party with the right people for it to be daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn funny, though. trust me on this. otherwise, it's just "..."
one day tom went chasing after jerry, as usual. why didn't he catch him?
[wait for some way out and way wrong lame answer]
coz jerry was driving a ferrari.
jerry decided to hide in the fridge. how did tom know he was there, without sniffing/stalking/guessing it?
[action: ditto]
the ferrari was parked outside the fridge.
one day tom went chasing after jerry, as usual. why didn't he catch him?
[wait for some way out and way wrong lame answer]
coz jerry was driving a ferrari.
jerry decided to hide in the fridge. how did tom know he was there, without sniffing/stalking/guessing it?
[action: ditto]
the ferrari was parked outside the fridge.
of lost time and suicide
ah, home. nothing like coming home after a boring day of 2 classes. seriously, i feel like i'm going to uni just to pass time... like a simple progression of events leading up to easter, but yielding more and more h/w along the way. anyway i'm home. the whole evening lies before me waiting to be filled. just think of all the possibilities, of how much copywriting and photoshop graphics and drawing i can do.
er, yeeeeaaah. but not when u've gone the whole night without sleep though. why? finishing 3 typographical ads and writing 500 good words (due today). that means fiddling around in illustrator and cracking my head, and nearly my sanity, to come up with good copy. no essay prose or scintillating vocabulary, but empathetical negotiation. in the tone of conversation. and what for? an ad to prevent/reduce teenage suicide.
tell me about it. teenage suicide - how the fuck did i pull it off anyway? beats me, i was still in the midst of typing at 9am. in class i just sat myself beside simon, he went through it like lightning, reading aloud, pointing out corrections and stuff, snarling once at my first spelling mistake: 'u' instead of 'you'. hahahhhaaahahh, how did that get there? there was another 'u', but he just shook his head to that. and what d'u know - "good good! good..."
ah. and even after procrastinating - to borrow a classy teochew phrase - till all shit has accumulated at the ass. friday, saturday gone with the wind. half of sunday just slipped past my fingers like sand. my mom called yesterday, asked the usual stuff... eating well? moving house? coping with h/w? the usual.
am i coping? i'm never able to answer that, i just... do. my ability to cope has never been a question, it's just a matter of doing, or not doing. even though i admittedly postpone whatever till the moment (to borrow yet another phrase) death [seems] lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. somehow i always pull it off. my dear wl says it's all in the feeling "chi kek". well, that too. but regarding what i have, i call it Effortless Faith - faith that everything will turn out just fine. and they do. it's not one of those unexplainable laws, but more like a personal, mutual understanding between the cosmos and i.
reminds me of a semi-theological talk i had with lisa once. bleah... not going into details here... and btw, if anyone comes across this surname: csikszentmihalyi, it's pronounced, very simply, "chick-sent-me-high". heh heh.
er, yeeeeaaah. but not when u've gone the whole night without sleep though. why? finishing 3 typographical ads and writing 500 good words (due today). that means fiddling around in illustrator and cracking my head, and nearly my sanity, to come up with good copy. no essay prose or scintillating vocabulary, but empathetical negotiation. in the tone of conversation. and what for? an ad to prevent/reduce teenage suicide.
tell me about it. teenage suicide - how the fuck did i pull it off anyway? beats me, i was still in the midst of typing at 9am. in class i just sat myself beside simon, he went through it like lightning, reading aloud, pointing out corrections and stuff, snarling once at my first spelling mistake: 'u' instead of 'you'. hahahhhaaahahh, how did that get there? there was another 'u', but he just shook his head to that. and what d'u know - "good good! good..."
ah. and even after procrastinating - to borrow a classy teochew phrase - till all shit has accumulated at the ass. friday, saturday gone with the wind. half of sunday just slipped past my fingers like sand. my mom called yesterday, asked the usual stuff... eating well? moving house? coping with h/w? the usual.
am i coping? i'm never able to answer that, i just... do. my ability to cope has never been a question, it's just a matter of doing, or not doing. even though i admittedly postpone whatever till the moment (to borrow yet another phrase) death [seems] lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. somehow i always pull it off. my dear wl says it's all in the feeling "chi kek". well, that too. but regarding what i have, i call it Effortless Faith - faith that everything will turn out just fine. and they do. it's not one of those unexplainable laws, but more like a personal, mutual understanding between the cosmos and i.
reminds me of a semi-theological talk i had with lisa once. bleah... not going into details here... and btw, if anyone comes across this surname: csikszentmihalyi, it's pronounced, very simply, "chick-sent-me-high". heh heh.
Monday, March 22, 2004
suteki da ne
the piano intros, lyrical and unhurried. the theme is repeated, louder and more confident, more wholesome, then seamlessly extended into tune. that concluded, it drops into a chord harmony, with the singer suddenly appearing and bringing up melody. an electric guitar slings from her shoulder, low to rest on the front of her hips. her voice carries, confident and correct. she is simply attired for ease, with a slight gothic look. this is mirrored in her posture, although her visage is clear and earnest, as is her voice. the guitar is still silent, but she bears it with a carelessly sure touch. one voice and one piano merge to create pure music, distracting me from a sudden nagging thought. fuck.
the drummer in the background joins in in time. three instruments. then a little interlude, and she lifts one foot to rest on the piano bench. on the first chord -
the guitar sings. electric, it reverberates with a sexy class worthy of itself and the guitarist. she sings a phrase, and the guitar continues in counter-tune, in mock reply. a very accomplished musician, for voice and instrument to work in such simultaneous expression. although the guitar provides fill-ins, it is a subtle disguise. i watch two instruments in one, in mutual complement, in a semi-erotic conversation. and in all her confident, infuriating ease.
the singer, enraptured, lives her music and breathes her song. her body unknowingly starts to move in rhythm, and she stops abusing the bench to stroll around stage. her knees bend in time, slim shoulders sway, and her lithe body snakes in motion, in a sort of muted dance. her strong fingers clamp firm. those on the other hand pluck effortlessly, hammering, pulling, sliding. and whether complex chords or simple auxilaries or solo, the electric strings emanate a distinct sexiness to match her performance. she finishes her short walk, and takes central spotlight. indeed now her hips sway in time to the vibes from the guitar rested there; she dips or throws back her head accordingly. truly a sensual picture, to see one so swept up in her art.
the song intensifies, in the middle. more instruments join in, even an obnoxious small trumpet. lucky that was only a small part. a backup singer joins in too, to substitute the guitar passages. i knew the song was ending. the two vocals, in perfect harmony, sang the last phrases while other instruments died down too. good musicmakers. and so it ended with the simple piano again, but with two beautiful voices.
applause drowned out my thoughts. i had made it an instant favourite, which was rare. and from a simple band playing in a cafe. but hey, it was original and it was good. the performers bowed and smiled around, and i finally caught sight of her eyes. they had been either looking another way or closed in soulful rendition of song.
our gazes connected. briefly. i suddenly recalled that nagging thought. fuck.
and her eyes flicked back.
"YOU -!!"
the drummer in the background joins in in time. three instruments. then a little interlude, and she lifts one foot to rest on the piano bench. on the first chord -
the guitar sings. electric, it reverberates with a sexy class worthy of itself and the guitarist. she sings a phrase, and the guitar continues in counter-tune, in mock reply. a very accomplished musician, for voice and instrument to work in such simultaneous expression. although the guitar provides fill-ins, it is a subtle disguise. i watch two instruments in one, in mutual complement, in a semi-erotic conversation. and in all her confident, infuriating ease.
the singer, enraptured, lives her music and breathes her song. her body unknowingly starts to move in rhythm, and she stops abusing the bench to stroll around stage. her knees bend in time, slim shoulders sway, and her lithe body snakes in motion, in a sort of muted dance. her strong fingers clamp firm. those on the other hand pluck effortlessly, hammering, pulling, sliding. and whether complex chords or simple auxilaries or solo, the electric strings emanate a distinct sexiness to match her performance. she finishes her short walk, and takes central spotlight. indeed now her hips sway in time to the vibes from the guitar rested there; she dips or throws back her head accordingly. truly a sensual picture, to see one so swept up in her art.
the song intensifies, in the middle. more instruments join in, even an obnoxious small trumpet. lucky that was only a small part. a backup singer joins in too, to substitute the guitar passages. i knew the song was ending. the two vocals, in perfect harmony, sang the last phrases while other instruments died down too. good musicmakers. and so it ended with the simple piano again, but with two beautiful voices.
applause drowned out my thoughts. i had made it an instant favourite, which was rare. and from a simple band playing in a cafe. but hey, it was original and it was good. the performers bowed and smiled around, and i finally caught sight of her eyes. they had been either looking another way or closed in soulful rendition of song.
our gazes connected. briefly. i suddenly recalled that nagging thought. fuck.
and her eyes flicked back.
"YOU -!!"
Friday, March 19, 2004
the molke tonic
(some cocktail.)
i like an unusual snack. eccentric combinations which make people stop -! now, a slice of bread with ice cream is not exactly eccentric, but you'd be surprised how many people gawked when i did that once. but one such masterpiece is my dad's classic milo & condensed milk sandwich. he claimed that was what his canteen made them when he was one of the school runners/athletes, i don't remember, though. but wherever it came from this is one good sandwich. filling, gooey and crunchy. =p
or the plain butter sandwich but sprinkled with sugar... or honey-soaked bread (they turn damp and harden a bit) with half-boiled egg dip... or a blend of butter, nutella and peanut butter (you've to try this, really.)
today, in a random stroke of genius, i created the molke tonic. no, it's not a cocktail, but a humble coke spiked with - milk. what's it taste like? well you know coke floats at the point where you've realized you let all the ice cream melt? pretty much the same, just different in the thinner texture and bland taste. you can add a spoonful/two of condensed milk, but make sure to stir thoroughly.
anyway, see what you guys make of this:
the room shines with moonlight aglow
the floor a picture awash with snow
my head tilts up to look the moon full
then lowers; i yearn for home to go
spring slumber knows no awakening
but to the goddamn birds a-chirping
a storm had passed in the deep of night
coz i see flowers everywhere a-moulting
hahaahhhh.
i like an unusual snack. eccentric combinations which make people stop -! now, a slice of bread with ice cream is not exactly eccentric, but you'd be surprised how many people gawked when i did that once. but one such masterpiece is my dad's classic milo & condensed milk sandwich. he claimed that was what his canteen made them when he was one of the school runners/athletes, i don't remember, though. but wherever it came from this is one good sandwich. filling, gooey and crunchy. =p
or the plain butter sandwich but sprinkled with sugar... or honey-soaked bread (they turn damp and harden a bit) with half-boiled egg dip... or a blend of butter, nutella and peanut butter (you've to try this, really.)
today, in a random stroke of genius, i created the molke tonic. no, it's not a cocktail, but a humble coke spiked with - milk. what's it taste like? well you know coke floats at the point where you've realized you let all the ice cream melt? pretty much the same, just different in the thinner texture and bland taste. you can add a spoonful/two of condensed milk, but make sure to stir thoroughly.
anyway, see what you guys make of this:
the room shines with moonlight aglow
the floor a picture awash with snow
my head tilts up to look the moon full
then lowers; i yearn for home to go
spring slumber knows no awakening
but to the goddamn birds a-chirping
a storm had passed in the deep of night
coz i see flowers everywhere a-moulting
hahaahhhh.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
my chair rocks.
literally.
comfortable height, roomy, space enough on the back to drape my jackets, space enough to sit in or curl up with a pillow behind. but for that, you'll need the special expertise such as mine for the balance, trained once from napping on narrow piano benches. my chair's not exactly low. and it rocks too. ask jacky who lives downstairs... it makes a lot of noise.
so i sit, now quiet. birds chirp outside and the 5 o'clock sunshine warms my room. how'd i notice all this if it was just yesterday? hahahhhh i've passed the third quarter of the lap for the week... yet so with unfinished homework. drawing done. computer graphics done. d-i-y photoshop tutorial done. cbp brief done, with a good comment on last week's work. all this, at the extent of missing 2 morning classes. and luck that the lecturer didn't ask to see my unwritten journal... as i guessed, i couldn't pull it off (superb judgement on my part) but still managed to scrape through. somehow everything always turns out right, except for the lousy drawing. i look back at my effortless faith and wonder if it'll run out.
right now i'm thinking of my moving. that means getting up earlier, sleeping earlier. maybe i'll buy a bike for the between home/uni - train station journey. thinking of my new furniture. i want a large, really massive desk. you really need your environment - that's best for me - with everything within easy reach, and lots of work space, and space still for the laptop and my interface to the online realm. and since the corners are so far away you can have that little pile of books, another pile of folders, space for 2 little speakers, space for my junk (sweets, phone, pens, post-its)... and again yet more space for that occasional out-of-place book or bottle or cd case or cup of tea. anyway, people have been telling me i'm neat and i've decided to get sick of it, so a large desk would be really fit.
i was walking through rmit's main building, and through a miniature catacomb of offices, for the student union officers, gay rights people, campus activists, and what used to be there though i couldn't see it today - the room of the student paper's editor. back in school i remember we enjoyed the many privileges of being with the school newsletter, namely access to functions from the nukata visit to the elocution contest, on top of the basic deal of permissible truancy. i certainly cannot afford to miss class these days, but still, it'd be nice to be an editor again. you see, i was eyeing the office. it could be my personal studio, where i could sit in quiet yet amongst the bustle of uni life, complete with couch and desk, my area for work or rest (read: sleep), my home away from home. and (possibly) nice partners in crime who wake me up on time. as i walked down latrobe st, picking up an mX along the way, i wondered more about the home-away-from-home thing. it is pretty nice to have a dedicated work space. might be it's the thing for artists and their like, haha. it gives you that effective... effect, that drives you to work out good effective ideas.
oh, my ex-semi-housemate is here. i hear the obnoxious click of the lock downstairs, announcing her arrival and the fact that she has our house keys. she never even had a room here before... just her friend, my original housemate who's moved out, and she'd bunked in for a while and later in my other housemate's room while he was back in xiamen. confusing? anyway it's not like i've a problem with that... just... ?? she's here for dinner, the xiamen guy is the house cook. later she has to tram back to this quiant place called moonee ponds. anyway, i think i should learn to cook.
should be getting back to my mX and warm sunshine. must enjoy the freedom of youth, and thus condemn this evening to good waste. i've done tomorrow's h/w anyway. mX brought my attention to angelina jolie, in a snapshot from the back, with her head craned around. she's hot. and i read the small article on the opposite page, that turned my attention to avril lavigne. she's hot too. another one i consider hot is my marketing lecturer, whose class i have tomorrow. i suppose it's based on the schoolboy-english teacher fantasy thing, but this is one weird story.
her name's louise.
comfortable height, roomy, space enough on the back to drape my jackets, space enough to sit in or curl up with a pillow behind. but for that, you'll need the special expertise such as mine for the balance, trained once from napping on narrow piano benches. my chair's not exactly low. and it rocks too. ask jacky who lives downstairs... it makes a lot of noise.
so i sit, now quiet. birds chirp outside and the 5 o'clock sunshine warms my room. how'd i notice all this if it was just yesterday? hahahhhh i've passed the third quarter of the lap for the week... yet so with unfinished homework. drawing done. computer graphics done. d-i-y photoshop tutorial done. cbp brief done, with a good comment on last week's work. all this, at the extent of missing 2 morning classes. and luck that the lecturer didn't ask to see my unwritten journal... as i guessed, i couldn't pull it off (superb judgement on my part) but still managed to scrape through. somehow everything always turns out right, except for the lousy drawing. i look back at my effortless faith and wonder if it'll run out.
right now i'm thinking of my moving. that means getting up earlier, sleeping earlier. maybe i'll buy a bike for the between home/uni - train station journey. thinking of my new furniture. i want a large, really massive desk. you really need your environment - that's best for me - with everything within easy reach, and lots of work space, and space still for the laptop and my interface to the online realm. and since the corners are so far away you can have that little pile of books, another pile of folders, space for 2 little speakers, space for my junk (sweets, phone, pens, post-its)... and again yet more space for that occasional out-of-place book or bottle or cd case or cup of tea. anyway, people have been telling me i'm neat and i've decided to get sick of it, so a large desk would be really fit.
i was walking through rmit's main building, and through a miniature catacomb of offices, for the student union officers, gay rights people, campus activists, and what used to be there though i couldn't see it today - the room of the student paper's editor. back in school i remember we enjoyed the many privileges of being with the school newsletter, namely access to functions from the nukata visit to the elocution contest, on top of the basic deal of permissible truancy. i certainly cannot afford to miss class these days, but still, it'd be nice to be an editor again. you see, i was eyeing the office. it could be my personal studio, where i could sit in quiet yet amongst the bustle of uni life, complete with couch and desk, my area for work or rest (read: sleep), my home away from home. and (possibly) nice partners in crime who wake me up on time. as i walked down latrobe st, picking up an mX along the way, i wondered more about the home-away-from-home thing. it is pretty nice to have a dedicated work space. might be it's the thing for artists and their like, haha. it gives you that effective... effect, that drives you to work out good effective ideas.
oh, my ex-semi-housemate is here. i hear the obnoxious click of the lock downstairs, announcing her arrival and the fact that she has our house keys. she never even had a room here before... just her friend, my original housemate who's moved out, and she'd bunked in for a while and later in my other housemate's room while he was back in xiamen. confusing? anyway it's not like i've a problem with that... just... ?? she's here for dinner, the xiamen guy is the house cook. later she has to tram back to this quiant place called moonee ponds. anyway, i think i should learn to cook.
should be getting back to my mX and warm sunshine. must enjoy the freedom of youth, and thus condemn this evening to good waste. i've done tomorrow's h/w anyway. mX brought my attention to angelina jolie, in a snapshot from the back, with her head craned around. she's hot. and i read the small article on the opposite page, that turned my attention to avril lavigne. she's hot too. another one i consider hot is my marketing lecturer, whose class i have tomorrow. i suppose it's based on the schoolboy-english teacher fantasy thing, but this is one weird story.
her name's louise.
Monday, March 15, 2004
unkind end to a weekend
it may not have been the time for it, but i've just installed prince of persia yesterday. and then... cannot play! for some dungu shit videocard reasons. thought i was finally free of those 'insufficient requirements' probs... they remind me of classmates back in school jeering at your comp's dismal lack of competent hardware.
nvm. proceeded to install runaway. runaway: a road adventure - i dunno if that one is popular or not but it's reminiscent of the old lucasarts comic-style gameplay, which i liked. what d'u know? crack doesn't work. i gave up without even touching gtaIII.
before this, however, i'd just finished going through my marketing notes, revising and rewriting neatly, and was admittedly, a little proud. so while engrossed in suffering my sorry predicament, i sifted through the reorganized pile of 4 folders - 1 for each subject - to find h/w due tuesday and wednesday. (...!!) no worries. just another drawing/rendering piece of the merc clk, and some heavy-duty adobe photoshop. which come with a ton of trial drawings and probably 3 hours practice, respectively. this requires what kevin calls the 'walking corpse' treatment, coz it's what one looks like after keeping up a consistent attack on several hardcore assignments at once. pretty ordinary effects of overlooking queued deadlines, i thought.
until i discovered i had another 2 week's worth of journal entries. which have to reflect Further Research on advertising's touching sensitive issues, and an extra mini-masterpiece (which is anything at all - ad, song, poem, drawing - as long as it relates back to the issues covered.) uh-uh, this i don't think i can pull off.
there's another minor thing due on wednesday too... this typed up thing on photoshop tools. i think i'm starting on that. =p
nvm. proceeded to install runaway. runaway: a road adventure - i dunno if that one is popular or not but it's reminiscent of the old lucasarts comic-style gameplay, which i liked. what d'u know? crack doesn't work. i gave up without even touching gtaIII.
before this, however, i'd just finished going through my marketing notes, revising and rewriting neatly, and was admittedly, a little proud. so while engrossed in suffering my sorry predicament, i sifted through the reorganized pile of 4 folders - 1 for each subject - to find h/w due tuesday and wednesday. (...!!) no worries. just another drawing/rendering piece of the merc clk, and some heavy-duty adobe photoshop. which come with a ton of trial drawings and probably 3 hours practice, respectively. this requires what kevin calls the 'walking corpse' treatment, coz it's what one looks like after keeping up a consistent attack on several hardcore assignments at once. pretty ordinary effects of overlooking queued deadlines, i thought.
until i discovered i had another 2 week's worth of journal entries. which have to reflect Further Research on advertising's touching sensitive issues, and an extra mini-masterpiece (which is anything at all - ad, song, poem, drawing - as long as it relates back to the issues covered.) uh-uh, this i don't think i can pull off.
there's another minor thing due on wednesday too... this typed up thing on photoshop tools. i think i'm starting on that. =p
Saturday, March 13, 2004
dairy and walks in a green lattice of butterscotch
ahh. settling down to some free time tapping at the comp... with a large glass of milk. heh heh... actually it's a green plastic tumbler embossed with double "coca-cola"s. milk is good for you, and when u've bought 2 litres for use with morning cereal and don't actually have that morning cereal, this is the best time to drink it, which is anytime you feel like it... surprisingly quenches thirst better than water, and what's the word - 'sates'? that small gnawing midnight hunger. after a walk.
yep, a midnight walk home through flagstaff gardens... was at my friends' place to pick up some stuff. for the ignorant, this sprawling patch of greenery covers the space of an average city block, and simple maths will tell you the shortest path through an oblong is the diagonal - which is why i take this hypotenus route all the time. even in the dead of night. i've been through that path at 1.30, 2.30, 3.30, 5.30 am. (please don't tell my mom) usually after lepaking at said friends' place... but that latest time was after some hard clubbing and i was walking in semi-dawn light... which was sort of er, magical? the gardens are beautiful at night. call me weird, but i find strolling in a dark park (well, with a few lamp posts around) therapeutic. today i met 2 racoons, and 2 groups of people walking past under the lamp posts.
[[ makes you think where they're going, maybe a secret party. could be some arcane cult dance or this really cool party, like the one in roswell. (now i don't watch that much tv, so when i do i remember some episodes quite well... there was this one about a new year's eve party which the fellas had to find - with clues left here and there which they followed to some desolate canyon plains area for a rave-thingy. look up andrew or wl for more info.) could be a nice setting for the start of a brilliant story? ]]
speaking of wl. reminder to self: butterscotch and nutella. now i quite like these 2 flavours, and in fact had 2 scoops of which - in gelati - yesterday, when today wl tells me "butterscotch and nutella." verrrrrrrrry weird. in a nice way though =) shared a slice of choc-butterscotch cake later - which was mostly eaten by me - which brings us to the tale of the cherry lattice pie. we were debating over butterscotch/cherry? before i went in to check them out... and saw the cherry lattice pie... and i pondered...
"lattice" is an interesting concept. can describe nearly anything with that structural pattern - from rosewood-furniture-woodwork to embroidery, and fencing to the metal grids on my speakers. it's a nice concept, in the same sense that a "bridge" is unique - allowing its use as a metaphor... "bridging" gaps in the social sense; certain significant objects "bridging" trains of thought when you're thinking for a creative solution...
hahah! look at that... bridge over trains instead of trains over bridge. how punny. so how can "lattice" be used metaphorically? as a ruler's influence over society, for instance. howbout in the 'web' sense? can the internet somehow be described to be a big lattice? let's delve into more profound concepts - what about time? or human activity in relation to time? ooh, just noticed my book "no logo" (naomi klein, 2000) - what about marketing? the intricate flowcharts and frameworks of studiying psychological patterns - isn't that a complex lattice too?
philosophical distraction - hahah. better stop lah.
so dairy+walks / lattice(butterscotch) = ?
yep, a midnight walk home through flagstaff gardens... was at my friends' place to pick up some stuff. for the ignorant, this sprawling patch of greenery covers the space of an average city block, and simple maths will tell you the shortest path through an oblong is the diagonal - which is why i take this hypotenus route all the time. even in the dead of night. i've been through that path at 1.30, 2.30, 3.30, 5.30 am. (please don't tell my mom) usually after lepaking at said friends' place... but that latest time was after some hard clubbing and i was walking in semi-dawn light... which was sort of er, magical? the gardens are beautiful at night. call me weird, but i find strolling in a dark park (well, with a few lamp posts around) therapeutic. today i met 2 racoons, and 2 groups of people walking past under the lamp posts.
[[ makes you think where they're going, maybe a secret party. could be some arcane cult dance or this really cool party, like the one in roswell. (now i don't watch that much tv, so when i do i remember some episodes quite well... there was this one about a new year's eve party which the fellas had to find - with clues left here and there which they followed to some desolate canyon plains area for a rave-thingy. look up andrew or wl for more info.) could be a nice setting for the start of a brilliant story? ]]
speaking of wl. reminder to self: butterscotch and nutella. now i quite like these 2 flavours, and in fact had 2 scoops of which - in gelati - yesterday, when today wl tells me "butterscotch and nutella." verrrrrrrrry weird. in a nice way though =) shared a slice of choc-butterscotch cake later - which was mostly eaten by me - which brings us to the tale of the cherry lattice pie. we were debating over butterscotch/cherry? before i went in to check them out... and saw the cherry lattice pie... and i pondered...
"lattice" is an interesting concept. can describe nearly anything with that structural pattern - from rosewood-furniture-woodwork to embroidery, and fencing to the metal grids on my speakers. it's a nice concept, in the same sense that a "bridge" is unique - allowing its use as a metaphor... "bridging" gaps in the social sense; certain significant objects "bridging" trains of thought when you're thinking for a creative solution...
hahah! look at that... bridge over trains instead of trains over bridge. how punny. so how can "lattice" be used metaphorically? as a ruler's influence over society, for instance. howbout in the 'web' sense? can the internet somehow be described to be a big lattice? let's delve into more profound concepts - what about time? or human activity in relation to time? ooh, just noticed my book "no logo" (naomi klein, 2000) - what about marketing? the intricate flowcharts and frameworks of studiying psychological patterns - isn't that a complex lattice too?
philosophical distraction - hahah. better stop lah.
so dairy+walks / lattice(butterscotch) = ?
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
waaaaaaaahahahahahhh. tell me
i rock. pretty please?
woohoo. i'm
a blogger.
and after all that putting it off, and being told of my astounding lack of willpower (thanx cr). why now, you ask? why not?
i've been slugging through my day with only 1 hour's sleep this morning, 9-10am in fact. mostly because i take pride in my h/w - near 5 hours of tracing and rendering a merc clk cabriolet. and it looks pretty good too.
rushed a mcd's breakfast on the way to class. anyone who knows me at all knows my audacious disregard for time, but few know how quick i can be. first i chomp up half the hashbrown, and whilst chewing add the sugar to my coffee - you need time for it to dissolve and to stir it. leave the lid off for it to cool. then i work methodically through the muffin in 6 bites, with a little drink in between. finish up the hashbrown, and by this time the coffee would've been half gone, where i can take it out with me without sloshing it over with every stride. then there's the crucial co-ordinating of motors in my arms and legs so i can empty the tray in the bin with minimal stopping time in my walk out. bet you're all amazed.
anyway, been through 5 hours of classes, looked at 2 places (i'm moving soon for those of you who didn't know) immediately after, half an hour's tram ride away, consistently fuelling my consciousness with tea and cigarettes. which reminds me, i've just made a cuppa downstairs, need to fetch it...
came back and almost straightaway came online to apply for 1 of those places. usually i'd have lain back in that comfy chair downstairs, which tilts backwards, in siesta and fallen asleep till dinner was ready.
ok, so back to the topic of why not? indeed... today, for all its sorriness, seems like a good day for accomplishing things. i'm not going straight to sleep after this too - there's this research to be done about havaianas thongs due tomorrow, and i wanna organise some of the photos in my comp too... while i'm not dropping off to sleep yet, so i'd better get going.
woohoo! i'm a blogger.
and after all that putting it off, and being told of my astounding lack of willpower (thanx cr). why now, you ask? why not?
i've been slugging through my day with only 1 hour's sleep this morning, 9-10am in fact. mostly because i take pride in my h/w - near 5 hours of tracing and rendering a merc clk cabriolet. and it looks pretty good too.
rushed a mcd's breakfast on the way to class. anyone who knows me at all knows my audacious disregard for time, but few know how quick i can be. first i chomp up half the hashbrown, and whilst chewing add the sugar to my coffee - you need time for it to dissolve and to stir it. leave the lid off for it to cool. then i work methodically through the muffin in 6 bites, with a little drink in between. finish up the hashbrown, and by this time the coffee would've been half gone, where i can take it out with me without sloshing it over with every stride. then there's the crucial co-ordinating of motors in my arms and legs so i can empty the tray in the bin with minimal stopping time in my walk out. bet you're all amazed.
anyway, been through 5 hours of classes, looked at 2 places (i'm moving soon for those of you who didn't know) immediately after, half an hour's tram ride away, consistently fuelling my consciousness with tea and cigarettes. which reminds me, i've just made a cuppa downstairs, need to fetch it...
came back and almost straightaway came online to apply for 1 of those places. usually i'd have lain back in that comfy chair downstairs, which tilts backwards, in siesta and fallen asleep till dinner was ready.
ok, so back to the topic of why not? indeed... today, for all its sorriness, seems like a good day for accomplishing things. i'm not going straight to sleep after this too - there's this research to be done about havaianas thongs due tomorrow, and i wanna organise some of the photos in my comp too... while i'm not dropping off to sleep yet, so i'd better get going.
woohoo! i'm a blogger.
