Saturday, July 30
i am not this disorganized
my friend Raymond, who moved back to the states some years ago, is back in Singapore on vacation. i was supposed to meet up with him, and over two three-in-the-morning IM sessions we hashed out some vague details. and now i don't know when and where to meet him. and the Meritus Mandarin Hotel is surely sick of someone calling up to ask for the same non-existant guest.
Friday, July 29
07-28-05_1512
i washed cherry tomatoes in the vsc studio sink yesterday. they were the dirtiest and smelliest tomatoes i have ever washed.
my PowerBook's Combo Drive failed. i have to go to Apple today. and i really, really, don't feel like doing so. should i put my iPod in as well?
my PowerBook's Combo Drive failed. i have to go to Apple today. and i really, really, don't feel like doing so. should i put my iPod in as well?
Thursday, July 28
if you are wearing pink shoes then you definitely need to be slapped
i have lost all productivity. i don't even feel like explaining the quote i used in this title. or, indeed, typing any more at all. pity. i had a good, expository rant building up.
good-bye.
good-bye.
Tuesday, July 26
"stealth"
please. it was anything but. a bull of a movie, stumbling through a china shop. yes, it might make blockbuster status, but it's a brainless movie. watch the fireworks and leave with a weird sense of emptiness.
sympathique
i took a trip to Borders today after having dinner with my mother, and managed to complete half my Borders goals--i found "Sympathique" by Pink Martini. it was remarkably easy to find, and they even had "Hang On Little Tomato", but i felt it was time to go slow with the spending.
so i finally have their translation for the lyrics to Sympathique. not that that was what i bought the entire album for, but, damn, is that my ultimate song or what? it is my fucking theme song.
dawn's worrying me. if you read her blog, you'd know why. i'd link you, but i haven't been able to get myself to so much as move my old blog entirely here, let alone create my intended network of links. and i digress. new paragraph.
dawn. you don't have to take what a lecturer says so hard. or even, seriously. they say that those who cannot do teach, and that is true for most of the teachers and lecturers i've met in my life. so there you go. remember the graphic artist/designer from the states that came here for a talk on illustration and said she loved your drawings? hello?
end of verbal diarrhea. i have no idea why i'm so chatty at the moment. probably because my phone's out of commission. because i didn't pay the phone bill and they cut my line off when i was in melaka. because i gave most of my money to my siblings. because they have none, and no one was going to give them any.
because.
so i finally have their translation for the lyrics to Sympathique. not that that was what i bought the entire album for, but, damn, is that my ultimate song or what? it is my fucking theme song.
dawn's worrying me. if you read her blog, you'd know why. i'd link you, but i haven't been able to get myself to so much as move my old blog entirely here, let alone create my intended network of links. and i digress. new paragraph.
dawn. you don't have to take what a lecturer says so hard. or even, seriously. they say that those who cannot do teach, and that is true for most of the teachers and lecturers i've met in my life. so there you go. remember the graphic artist/designer from the states that came here for a talk on illustration and said she loved your drawings? hello?
end of verbal diarrhea. i have no idea why i'm so chatty at the moment. probably because my phone's out of commission. because i didn't pay the phone bill and they cut my line off when i was in melaka. because i gave most of my money to my siblings. because they have none, and no one was going to give them any.
because.
Monday, July 25
07-22-05_1500
i would like to say more, but there is no time. i have yet to even unpack.
i'm back from melaka. it was enjoyable (more so than other times i've been there, anyway) and i'm glad i went.
however i still don't know what i want to do about... well, everything, actually.
anyway. that's my mother. now i might not always be thinking so, and she might not be all the time, but that is one amazing woman. i mean, why else would i agree to go somewhere where i have been beaten down by the unrelenting blaze of sun that covers the entire place many times before? it was her birthday, and she wanted to spend time with her estranged kids.
i'll tell all soon--and by this, i mean i probably will never get around to it. but who knows?
at the very least, i'll upload all the photos i took.
i'm back from melaka. it was enjoyable (more so than other times i've been there, anyway) and i'm glad i went.
however i still don't know what i want to do about... well, everything, actually.
anyway. that's my mother. now i might not always be thinking so, and she might not be all the time, but that is one amazing woman. i mean, why else would i agree to go somewhere where i have been beaten down by the unrelenting blaze of sun that covers the entire place many times before? it was her birthday, and she wanted to spend time with her estranged kids.
i'll tell all soon--and by this, i mean i probably will never get around to it. but who knows?
at the very least, i'll upload all the photos i took.
Friday, July 22
it's sick
we're supposed to be on our way in fifteen minutes. but time still can be found for my father to come over and pick a fight. and when that was done, he picked another one so that the caretaker would have been done feeding my grandfather, and couldn't reasonably refuse if he were to ask her to loan him money.
shit. there's more to say, but it's time to go.
shit. there's more to say, but it's time to go.
road trip
today's lecture is: I Am Right And Every One Else Is Wrong, Especially My Eldest Brother's Third Daughter.
i swear, if she wasn't in a wheelchair, people would seriously do things to her.
we're headed on a road trip as of one PM today. to malacca, for my mother's birthday. back on monday. will bring cell phone, don't know if will be cut off, but will take pictures.
i swear, if she wasn't in a wheelchair, people would seriously do things to her.
we're headed on a road trip as of one PM today. to malacca, for my mother's birthday. back on monday. will bring cell phone, don't know if will be cut off, but will take pictures.
Thursday, July 21
pretenses
it's all about pretenses.
when both bathrooms are taken up when you wake up with one and one half hours to get to school, one by your grandfather and one by your disabled aunt, you pretend you don't mind.
when your grandfather has to be taken to the polyclinic to have a worrying weeks-old wound checked out, but you can't go because they want you to go to class, even though you're going to be late and don't want to go anyway because this week they're covering the depressing state of the job market (or lack thereof) for people with the diploma you're supposed to be pursuing, you pretend you don't care.
when you find your two-hundred-dollar sneakers shoved into what appears to be a recycling/trash bag for the fifth time this month, you just take them out and put them on without saying anything, on the pretense that you're in a hurry.
when you take money out to be put into your bank account to pay the power bill and find out that it's more or less all the extra money you had, you take your receipt and bankbook, turn around and sprint towards the bus, pretending to know that it's the one you need to get on to.
when joan catches up to you while crossing the overhead bridge after getting off the bus, you acknowledge her, surprised out of the thoughts you were deep in as you were walking, as she apologizes for being in a hurry and walks away at a speed slower than you usually move at, you want to laugh at the ironic reversal in walking speeds, to see if it'll help pretend that you don't really care that much about anything.
but, you don't laugh.
when both bathrooms are taken up when you wake up with one and one half hours to get to school, one by your grandfather and one by your disabled aunt, you pretend you don't mind.
when your grandfather has to be taken to the polyclinic to have a worrying weeks-old wound checked out, but you can't go because they want you to go to class, even though you're going to be late and don't want to go anyway because this week they're covering the depressing state of the job market (or lack thereof) for people with the diploma you're supposed to be pursuing, you pretend you don't care.
when you find your two-hundred-dollar sneakers shoved into what appears to be a recycling/trash bag for the fifth time this month, you just take them out and put them on without saying anything, on the pretense that you're in a hurry.
when you take money out to be put into your bank account to pay the power bill and find out that it's more or less all the extra money you had, you take your receipt and bankbook, turn around and sprint towards the bus, pretending to know that it's the one you need to get on to.
when joan catches up to you while crossing the overhead bridge after getting off the bus, you acknowledge her, surprised out of the thoughts you were deep in as you were walking, as she apologizes for being in a hurry and walks away at a speed slower than you usually move at, you want to laugh at the ironic reversal in walking speeds, to see if it'll help pretend that you don't really care that much about anything.
but, you don't laugh.
Wednesday, July 20
new music.
portishead! how could i have not heard of them before? especially since i HAVE heard them before?
Tuesday, July 19
07-19-05_2030
he was sitting like that. he wasn't posing. except for the limbs covering up his face, that is.
Monday, July 18
one half hour
royston left with my cashcard to go photocopy something about, it seems, one half hour ago.
he's not back yet.
he's not back yet.
Sunday, July 17
Saturday, July 16
poses.
if you know of something that's better than walking through the open spaces of a thirty-hectare campus in the rain, with Rufus Wainwright playing audibly from one of the buildings where your PowerBook is wired up in the middle of the night, please let me know now.
Friday, July 15
Traffic
I'm supposed to be back before dinner is over. Traffic information reports slow traffic up to Kallang. And that's where i live.
Wednesday, July 13
as an added bonus...
because i am feeling generous at the moment, and also because i am an organizational freak, here's the set of photos from the July Angels BBQ.
also known, of course, as the barbecue-that-almost-wasn't that was for kenneth, jiawei & joyce.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aklw/sets/580300/
also known, of course, as the barbecue-that-almost-wasn't that was for kenneth, jiawei & joyce.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aklw/sets/580300/
the making of "the design portrait", day one
here's the link to the Flickr set:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aklw/sets/580272/
the set will eventually include photos from the entire paint job, though.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aklw/sets/580272/
the set will eventually include photos from the entire paint job, though.
Tuesday, July 12
digitzing woes (and some mural-related issues)
apparently a possible cause of my TT's non-responsive digitizer is the "screen protector" that i've been using since i got this unit from palmOne [a.k.a. the company formerly known as Palm, that will be known as Palm again come July 14th 2005] after i sent in my replacement for replacement. yes, that means that the TT i have is my third one.
what was i talking about? yeah, the digitizer. apparently constant pressure on the screen will cause the digitizer to malfunction. since the screen protector i'm using is simply the ultra-thick vinyl sheet that came with the unit, and i regularly experience this issue, i assume that it's the cause.
now all i have to do is wait for the digitizer to reset itself like it used to, or for the battery to run flat, thereby reseting everything on the Palm.
oh, and today we painted the base coat of the ramp mural. which, actually, should be the stair mural, since the mural is on the walls that encompass the stairs, and not the ramp. oh well. even if i was a complete extra and appeared to be nothing more than a glorified odd-job laborer/runner/gopher/PA/operations manager/QC/floor manager/etc, at least i wasn't all NAP.
i was going to upload some photos of the paint site, but i realized that i wouldn't be able to post all related photos elegantly in one blog post. i guess i'll need to link to flickr.
what was i talking about? yeah, the digitizer. apparently constant pressure on the screen will cause the digitizer to malfunction. since the screen protector i'm using is simply the ultra-thick vinyl sheet that came with the unit, and i regularly experience this issue, i assume that it's the cause.
now all i have to do is wait for the digitizer to reset itself like it used to, or for the battery to run flat, thereby reseting everything on the Palm.
oh, and today we painted the base coat of the ramp mural. which, actually, should be the stair mural, since the mural is on the walls that encompass the stairs, and not the ramp. oh well. even if i was a complete extra and appeared to be nothing more than a glorified odd-job laborer/runner/gopher/PA/operations manager/QC/floor manager/etc, at least i wasn't all NAP.
i was going to upload some photos of the paint site, but i realized that i wouldn't be able to post all related photos elegantly in one blog post. i guess i'll need to link to flickr.
07-12-05_1952
NO. that one is TRACKPAD. call yourself a library some more.
(taken at the Adult Lending Floor of Toa Payoh Community Library)
(taken at the Adult Lending Floor of Toa Payoh Community Library)
Friday, July 8
perhaps
perhaps it was a little ignorant/uncaring/apathetic/nonchalant/whatever of me to blatantly bitch about MTV and Laguna Beach when there's all that going on in London (i hear the Apple Store there closed for the day!), but quite frankly, people, let's get real. it may be shocking, but it's by no means surprising. if new york got the hosting, they would have been the ones. not that they had a shot, but yeah.
lesson to be learnt? don't carry uncle sam's balls so much, yeah? i betcha paris probably wouldn't have gotten hit if they'd been the ones that clinched the hosting.
lesson to be learnt? don't carry uncle sam's balls so much, yeah? i betcha paris probably wouldn't have gotten hit if they'd been the ones that clinched the hosting.
laguna beach? the fuck?
what is this Laguna Beach nonsense? who wants to watch "The Real Orange County", complete with attention-deprived rich bitches pretending to be pretending, when there's an actual drama with a better-looking cast , better music, and better almost-everything-else to watch?
why does MTV feel like it needs to ruin everything with its cool?
give me my newport/hermosa beach anytime.
why does MTV feel like it needs to ruin everything with its cool?
give me my newport/hermosa beach anytime.
Wednesday, July 6
eric, emily, and james. cameron.
i feel nauseous. watching TV on your chest isn't so hot an idea.
it looks like i won't be there for the meeting with moses re: the ramp mural later today. oh well. best not to force your way into places you don't fit into, anyway.
it looks like i won't be there for the meeting with moses re: the ramp mural later today. oh well. best not to force your way into places you don't fit into, anyway.
Sunday, July 3
a million ways
it feels like my body's decided to give up a long time ago, but my mind hasn't yet.
what good is it, though, if the mind is willing but the flesh is weak?
mini-crit is supposed to be when again? i don't think i can do this.
what good is it, though, if the mind is willing but the flesh is weak?
mini-crit is supposed to be when again? i don't think i can do this.
Saturday, July 2
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