Marriage & Photos

This week, I have been busy alternating between chiong-ing schoolwork and battling numerous colds. I blame the ending semester and increasingly wet weather for their respective repercussions.

Tuesday, I slept for one hour putting together a super rough website for Charcoal’s assignment – to show our photographic images on the screen. I was the second person to present after he looked around the room for victims, and he said, “Ren,” pointing to me. And I was like, pointing in front of me to the other ‘Ren’ in hopes that he would redirect his attention to QRen. Unfortunately he indicated the female Ren and so up I went, a bundle of nerves and all.

(Story of the two Rens – This class I am in comprises of mostly second year Photography majors. In the beginning, I would always turn my head around to respond to one of the guys calling out my name, until I realised that they were actually calling for their classmate. Now it so happens that we both seem to stay back to do Charcoal’s homework on Fridays, so one day I happened to sit next to this other Ren guy and I asked him for his name, to which he said, “You can call me Ren.” To which I replied, “No, cannot, because I’m also Ren.” Nowadays we both excitedly call each other Ren when we see each other XDD–

It’s also interesting because his whole generation for the males are named something-Ren, while mine is Ren-something for both males and females. I laughed out loud when he said one of his relative’s name which was Guo Ren, because it sounded a lot like 国人 (citizen)… am so sorry ^^;)

Anyway, This is the super drafty website, presented through a thumbdrive.

Because Shasha wanted to see it, and I’m too ashamed to upload this or even call it a site because of all those ‘ ’s XDD

After my presentation, Charcoal asked what I planned to do in the future, to which I replied, “Continue living“, as opposed to, well, being careless and dying. And I really have no light or ambition pulling me in any direction after graduation :( Then he tried to push the question further and asked if I planned to get married.

My immediate reaction was wtf!??! What sort of question was that?!?! No I don’t intend to get married atm but you never know, and did he mean to imply that marriage would lead me to be a housewife, thus depriving me of further explorations in my works? Or did he mean to marry one of his sons to me LOLOLOLOLLL

What actually came out of my mouth after that tumultuous brain activity was simply a desperate cry, “Why are you asking me that?!?” and after that I couldn’t remember much about the presentation anymore XDDDD

But I really love Charcoal and his inane questions to which I can never find answers to. He is a nice old man <3

Anyway, most of these photos will be uploaded on a website by the end of this semester because it just so happens that I’m taking Redball’s class (website development) and making a portfolio site is my final project. So keep a lookout :D

Erm. I spent too long writing this post when I should be continuing with my website :(

Happy Halloween 2009

Today, I wore safari-inspired zebra prints with ‘khaki green’.

(Sorry, this will probably be the first and last time I publicly make a jab at Ris Low’s infamous video hahahahahaha XDD)

Happy H!!

Btw Super Fatty has passed the 10k mark. Now my pictures start at 0001. A’;kdl;sjkflns sia!!!!

Fei’s Flying Kick

 

My personal message on MSN was simply ‘MacBurger Pro’.

Fei: your personal message reminds me of this:

http://www.slipperybrick.com/2009/10/burger-king-japan-sells-windows-7-burgers/

Me: HOL/y SHITTTTT

Me: yumm

Me: but no thnx

Me: LOL

Fei: holy shit is what happens the day after

Me: ROFL SO TRUE

Me: u r genius

Me: i’m putting tt on the blog

Fei: ..

 

MacBurger Pro

I think it’s safe to say that I’m rooted back to the Internetz. Yayyyyy.

Also, because it feels like you don’t own a Mac (Brat#1 says the full name ‘Macintosh’, which I find endearing and totally adorable) until you start playing with Photobooth, here are some shots of me one hour after waking up, after sneezing yellow mucus in the bathroom (very bad cold yesterday), and after installing some important programs:

In Ti’s room. The first frame is a normal shot, and the rest was taken with this distortion effect, which is by far my favourite XD

I’m really not looking forward to clearing my backlog of files that were scattered everywhere in various folders while I was in limbo :(

Also, touchpad is funky and all that, but I still need a mouse :P

Overdose Paints

On Saturday morning, I played with spray cans for some graffiti workshop. Last night, I had a sudden desire to re-acquaint myself with my rusty guitar.

Saturday’s spray painting left me with a right wrist ridden with muscle aches, and a terrible migraine. Yesterday’s guitar-molesting left me with the fingers on my left hand which shoot with pain whenever the tips make contact with something.

I am made of Lose :((((

However, there were good things that came from Saturday’s workshop. For starters, the most memorable dialogue between me and Vader when the health promotion board representative showed slides to educate us on HIV and all that jazz (because this was a tie-in with the graffiti thingy):

The slide shows colour-coded human shapes (blue for males and pink for females) which continually appear and link to each other in an attempt to show that promiscuity increases the risk factor for acquiring HIV.
Me: *rather indignantly* Why got more girls than boys one?!!
Vader: Because the boys are P-I-M-P-S.

The second good thing was that we had a lot of fun painting the boards and laughing at our nonsense.

The best thing about last night’s guitar-molesting was that I found simple chords for Bon Jovi’s ‘Have a Nice Day’, among others. I can’t figure out how a certain string of chords progress in the song but as my general motto in life goes, 船到橋頭自然直 (chinese idiom- the boat will straighten itself at the bridge, meaning that things will work out by itself when the time comes) :p

The second best thing from yesterday was that I had an epiphany that I really have no talent for the guitar, but you can’t blame someone for trying to play it :p

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Random Thought Thursday

I’m lying on my stomach reading through my much-abused encyclopedia from when I was a young kid. My favourite book of the entire series, ‘Wild Animals’, because the cover had a koala on it. Ti’s favourite was the one on Dinosaurs, and at night the two of us would get these two favourite books to the parents’ bed and implore Pa to read it to us.

Random thought: if roaches, for some mysterious reason, were to suddenly be on the brink of extinction, would people rally for actions to ensure it’s survival?

If not, then what are the criteria for animals being deserving to be saved from extinction? Their cuteness? Their usefulness? Their contribution to taxonomical studies?

Actually the whole concept of ’saving’ animals from extinction is a huge can of worms altogether :p

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Thank you for loving me

It’s evening and the Bon Jovi song of the same title just ended. Thank you dear friends who always jio me out with the words, “when are you not busy so that we can meet!” To tell the truth, I always feel a bit guilty when I see evidence of people thinking that I’m busy; the only time when I’m really really busy with decent work is a few hours before deadlines– but you’d already know this if you’re my friend yea? XDDD

Ironically, I just realised that the next song was I’m Not Missing You by Stacie Orrico orz

Taking a break from sculpting fishies for FYP because my fingers have wrinkled horribly after only the third fish. Pretty pathetic skin I know. Also, I curse the promises that I made to Sunshine last week!

Perhaps I’ll find some wire and distract myself from aquatic conditions by sculpting birdiessss.

Oh yea, I’ve just ordered a Macbook Pro. It should be in my lap in approximately one week. Hello My first Apple computer :DDDD

Hopefully the expired HDD that crashed my desktop would be salvagable… attempts so far have failed, but I can’t give up hope yet! Can’t being the operative word– school work lost in the abyss of ones ad zeroes ain’t no way to go :(

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Episodic Disenchantment

Today I woke up to find that my period had finally arrived. The cramps which resulted from it being late were to be expected, but not incapacitating enough to prevent me from having lunch with Pa in the neighboirhood. So I did.

Bad move.

We arrived at the destination and the pain took a sudden turn for the worse moment I stepped out of the car. I could not walk properly, I could not see, and my body was so nauseous that it took quite a bit of effort to stave off the actual act of throwing up. And the PAIN!!!! It was amazingly true to the laws of cause and effect, only this time the effect and cause switched roles. This was probably the second time it happened in my entire ovulatory history. I found myself envying Frida Kahlo’s fate. Sometimes I really want to be male.

Irony: I went for lunch, but the only thing that made it through my gullet was a cup of hot Lipton tea. They even got a plastic bag for me Just In Case. lollllll

Wobbled home, took a Panadol pill and slept in the living room couch. I’m not sure if the pill is still in effect because it’s been about eleven hours since then and I’m still feeling a tad woozy… But if the dull abdominal pain is anything to go by, I probably either have a urinary tract infection or the panadol has lost it’s effect. But the pain is not that bad to warrant more drug taking so.

Actually the main reason why I’m writing about this is because I’ve found out that my reaction to pain is to sleep. It happened when I had appendicitis and all I wanted was for them to get it over with so that I could sleep (the nurses also commented that I kept sleeping even after surgery). This time was no exception. All I could think about was sleep.

It scares me. Should anything happen to me like in those dramas, and people trying to save me keep on urging me not to go to sleep, I would definitely heck care them and head off to z-land (and possibly to the afterlife as well).

But I don’t want to die ahhhhhhhhh!

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Making Money

So. I’ve finally laid my hands on Terry Pratchett’s latest Discworld novel, Making Money, two years after it was first published. As with most Discworld novels, it was finished with great reluctance T^T

Here are some entertaining quotes from the book. There are more, and I vaguely remember a clever one about everyone being made of clay after all (in response to the general state of Golems), but no amount of flipping through the pages could entice the FYP-worthy quote to come out of hiding :p

Every Assasin knew that real black often stood out in the dark, because the night in the city is usually never full black, and that gray or dark green merge much better. But they wore black anyway, because style trumps utility every time.

–and Miss Pucci simply did not know how to work a crowd. She stomped and demanded attention and bullied and insulted and it didn’t help that she’d called them “good people,” because no one likes an outright liar.

Gladys is a Golem, meaning she is made from clay, weighs tonnes and has superhuman strength:

There was a sound above, and voices muffled by the ancient ceiling. One of them said: “I can’t budge it. All right, Gladys, over to you.”

“Is This Ladylike Behavior?” a second voice rumbled

“Oh yes, it counts as moving furniture,” said a voice that was clearly female.

“Very Well. I Shall Lift It Up And Dust Underneath It.”

A small, steaming mug was placed infront of him.

“Your Thplot,” said Igor. The words “Now please drink it up and go” accompanied it in every respect but the vocal.

Harry leaned over to Moist, enveloping him on cigar smoke and a hint of decayed cabbage. “I know you’re up to something,” he whispered, tapping the side of his nose. “The bastards are out to get you, I can see that! I know a winner when I sees one, and I know you’ve got something up your sleeves, eh?”

“Just my arms, Mr. King, just my arms,” said Moist.

“And long may you keep them,” said Harry, slapping him on the back.

Conversation from a clown from the Clown Guild welcoming the Patrician and co., where he explains the reason why women are not allowed into the Guild:

“It is simply that, whatever the Jokes For Women group says, women are just not funny.”

“It is a terrible affliction,” Adora Belle agreed.

“An interesting dichotomy, in fact, since neither are clowns,” said Vetinari.

I’m so glad that the neighbourhood library finally had it in stock! My day is made <33333

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Piano

Sitting on the train en route suburban school (I always get a lulz out of the term ’suburban’ to describe any part of Singapore… ulu sounds much more acceptable than the vast expanse of land that the term ’surburban’ conjures up).

Digression aside, I’m using a blogpress app to type this chunk of text up as a draft. It’s pretty cool save for the worry that my italics HTML coding won’t show up above, or the numerous corrections that the iTouch makes to my intarnetz!jargon. Also, occasional typos because keyboard is too small and not real.

The time now is 1:44pm. The first paragraph was written at 8-ish. Having a mobile writing interface makes timelines slightly screwy.

Received comment sheets back from last Friday’s FYP presentation. Three out of four were okay ratings. The fourth one marked me as being in trouble for my project. I have a strong suspicion that it’s from the same chap who gave me two blemishing C+ grades for my cores. The comments even sound like the chap. Classmates have concurred. Most of us are in trouble, btw. I love my slacker class!

What I did during FYP class this morning- had philosophical talks with QQ and Lix, read Lix’s Brit humour script, talked a bit about Sam’s inclination to change from film to stopmo (no wonder he was smsing me about it on Tues!), played two rounds of Tap Tap Revenge 3 against Yif, scribbled a bit of my very much contrived concept ideas to show Sunshine, finally had a talk with her and made promises that I hope I’ll keep for next week >_<;;;

We have a new digital piano in the house. It used to belong to a relative until they decided that they didn't want it anymore. It's quite sad when I say that I'm the second best player in the entire household of six; I concede that Mum is the best because she can play a very beautiful song from the past. The most that I can conjure up with confidence is a grade 1 piece, "Lavendar's Blue". The rest I scrape by on the right hand with memories of popular tunes. Mum and I can't read score for nuts. Both of us play by ear. Add that I have a short memory and you can see how pathetic that I actually am the second best player lollllll

Brat#1 has petitioned to his parents that he wants to learn how to play the piano. They are now looking into suitable tutors for him. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous :p

Well that's one good thing that the arrival of the piano has brought along. The second good thing is that I have just discovered the wondrous existence of harmonic chords. Doesn't change the fact that I play like shit, but at least my shit makes a bit of a harmonic melody now XDDDD

Okay it's a little past 2pm and the room is free so I'm going upstairs to continue on my oil painting. Also, this post is getting too long so I'll just hit the publish button right about…now.

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