Sunday, June 08, 2008
hello, blog pt3 - sketchbooks revisited
i was thinking how back in school, i used to draw at random, with some obsessive-compulsive patterns. a4 sheets or a5 exercise book pages, any scrap paper that fell prey to me would soon be covered in repetitions of little objects. most notably, swords and knives and daggers. opening my current sketchbook (current for the only reason that it's unfinished since oh, 3 years ago)... i see the same thing. except they're cut&pasted. i still draw at random, and the trouble with sketchbooks is that they're not. so my favoured random doodles ended up cut&pasted into the book. swords and blades and rapiers and scimitars and halberds, swordsmen and sword styles and fancy names.
escapism pure and simple. i'm drawing again. joy.
escapism pure and simple. i'm drawing again. joy.
hello, blog pt2 - poverty
there are few of us who, when left to our own devices... get nothing done. enter mich: planner, scheduler, roll-taker, budgeter, organizer, project manager! whose impressive credentials include class monitor, treasurer (i think) and photostat lady! figures were bounced around by email. then came outlined plans. followed by scans of letters. and receipts. and then a pay-me-back-by-this-date. lastly, a full intinerary from candy.
in one fell swoop - redang here we come!
in other news, that dreaded day came to pass. june crept up on us, and the phileo parking rates shot 21 bucks through the roof. my banknotes grew fluffy angel wings. meanwhile, in between all these came a sneakily ill-timed bombshell: threadless sale! and seeing that 1. i can't shop for my life and 2. they're Very Good t-shirts... i couldn't pass up the chance to splurge. syam and aivee tumpanging. i suddenly had 30 items in the cart. now to shortlist.
then. the bigger bombshell bluebolts. petrol is 2.70 as of midnight. ch teleports from paultan.org to the shell across the highway. the tension is thick and tangible, as a nation screams WHATDAMUTHAFUCK. even my winged banknotes vanish in the face of bleak and sober truth.
in one fell shock - i was poor.
oh, and i'm gonna watch beauty and the beast too.
in one fell swoop - redang here we come!
in other news, that dreaded day came to pass. june crept up on us, and the phileo parking rates shot 21 bucks through the roof. my banknotes grew fluffy angel wings. meanwhile, in between all these came a sneakily ill-timed bombshell: threadless sale! and seeing that 1. i can't shop for my life and 2. they're Very Good t-shirts... i couldn't pass up the chance to splurge. syam and aivee tumpanging. i suddenly had 30 items in the cart. now to shortlist.
then. the bigger bombshell bluebolts. petrol is 2.70 as of midnight. ch teleports from paultan.org to the shell across the highway. the tension is thick and tangible, as a nation screams WHATDAMUTHAFUCK. even my winged banknotes vanish in the face of bleak and sober truth.
in one fell shock - i was poor.
oh, and i'm gonna watch beauty and the beast too.
hello, blog pt1 - dead fire
my engine gave up on me in the middle of federal highway. we were on the way to skytrex, and i'd missed the turnoff toward shah alam. ben in the rearview was showing me some wtf hand signs. so he and syam swung round to overtake: follow. ok so i followed. so we were headed the opposite direction. midway down the curving slope. i was still on the phone with syam. when my steering locks, the all-too-familiar lock. i look down: red light. midway down a slope ok, in daylight traffic.
as u'd say in chinese, dead fire. in all senses, on all levels. but thanks to my honed on-the-fly restarts, i managed to coax the car to reach bukit cahaya. timing too low, it's an old problem, but never this drastic. this time round it does not sputter and die - this time the needle drops straight and the engine is cut abruptly, no leeway time to rev. on that first slope i had my foot completely off the pedal, which was how i was still cruising down at 60 and never felt the engine die.
long story short, i made myself forget it in the skytrex course, becoz i was there for fun, damnit, everyone was. and after we came out, it was a couple calls to AAM and my virgin towtruck ride and in all, 3+1/2 hours before my (un)faithful 405 finally settled at peugeot, chan sow lin.
as u'd say in chinese, dead fire. in all senses, on all levels. but thanks to my honed on-the-fly restarts, i managed to coax the car to reach bukit cahaya. timing too low, it's an old problem, but never this drastic. this time round it does not sputter and die - this time the needle drops straight and the engine is cut abruptly, no leeway time to rev. on that first slope i had my foot completely off the pedal, which was how i was still cruising down at 60 and never felt the engine die.
long story short, i made myself forget it in the skytrex course, becoz i was there for fun, damnit, everyone was. and after we came out, it was a couple calls to AAM and my virgin towtruck ride and in all, 3+1/2 hours before my (un)faithful 405 finally settled at peugeot, chan sow lin.
