Listen to her plotting hands. They weave silent dreams, painting the canvas in morose brown tones. Her smile echoes down empty hallways deserted by midnight. Three, the number of times her brushstrokes enslave my eyes. Twice I drown myself. There is only once to recall the promise a heart unsatisfied.
I almost posted that in vocabulary notebook. It has no place there, I guess this space is adequate for it.
I clean out my room and then I come across an article about how getting rid of your junk can make you happy. I can safely attest to that with anecdotal evidence! I was quite amazed at how much paper I had accumulated over a year and a half. Found some interesting things underneath the detritus of my life too.
The story of my recent life in ID cards:
Also found this slightly embarassing partly written letter that was supposed to be adressed to Thomas when I left Singapore. Forgive the gayz0r dude, I was emotional. I also have no freaking idea what the rest of the letter was supposed to say so I guess it will be one of those great unresolved mysteries of life. I was also going to write something for all of my friends but uhm, eh, didn't pan out. I am way too lazy, even in the face of sorrow.
Last night's chat with the #L^P mofos was fun, even if it did lead to Edi's gf Kaori having err gay fanfic fantasies about us. Yes, it was much much much disturbing. Also my deepest sympathies to Edison. Maxtor fucking sucks man.
It has also come to my attention that indeed, this month is National Novel Writing Month or if you are into ridiculous abbreviations, NaNoWriMo. Jeez. That thing looks like a preteen raped a word with spastic caps. Anyhoo, while the endeavour of writing a novel in its entirety in one month seems like an interesting challenge it holds little interest for me.
What is much much much much more interesting however is a parallel event being held by Websnark. NaDruWriNi or in the language of the sane, (inter)National Drunk Writing Night. A night that will surely be marked by splendid debauchery when various people around the globe load up their word processors and then proceed to get loaded up, maaan, on their alcomahol of their choice! I surely will be looking forward to the fruits of their drunken labour. Too bad I can't really take part. Sounds like a fun excuse to get drunk.
In final fun stuffs over the intarweb, drawing 700 hoboes. I'm taking part in it. Also this smexy pirate picture which I have inexplicably opened in my browser.
Here's a fun little list from Behavioural Sciences class:
I may have laughed maniacally when I wrote the last few. I do so enjoy irony (except when it is in the Alanis Morrisette sense). Also mass killings. Some genocides are necessary and even beneficial.
Also, Behasci prof is somewhat uhm... strange. Too happy happy funtime. She's a psychiatrist. She sings in class. Also ambushed me with a tickle from behind to demonstrate sense of touch. "Commandor, I needs a pepp0r spr4y!".
The list is also mostly true.
Did you know you can make reportedly good chocolate mousse with tofu?
On the off chance that someone who drops by actually cares or is much too bored at the present moment, vote Florian Mueller! Just, VOTE DAMN YOU!
Silly meme. I thought you would be much more interesting. Via Flying Backwards.
And here's my sentence: "Man I miss that website"
So so underwhelmed by the result of this. Someone else try it, you're bound to get something more interesting than mine.
I watched Corpse Bride today. Alone. Should have caught the trailers so I could see the one for 40 Year Old Virgin. That would be me in 20 more years! Another significant event today is the consumption of Spam in a restaurant specializing in Spam.
I came away from the experience with the precious knowledge that Spam is overrated.
Just to make things clear that little pearl of wisdom was gleaned from the eating part of the narrative, not the watching a movie part. Just wanted to be crystal clear on this.
Watching movies alone.. sob... alone..
Uhm.. so on to more disturbing things. Aardman Animation (purveyors of claymation, creators behind Wallace & Gromit) had a nice little bonfire at their warehouse. Why bring this up? When I read that this morning, my heart broke in sympathy for Nick Park and his wonderful team of animators down there. I mean.. losing 15 years of such rich artistic history. It's gotta suck. But then I read what Nick Park had to say about the subject.
Even though it is a precious and nostalgic collection and valuable to the company, in light of other tragedies, today isn't a big deal
And then it struck me. I was more moved by a disaster that happened to a bunch of sets in engerland than I was by the plight of an untold millions in the Asian earthquake. It is somewhat disturbing that I cared more about art work than I cared about people. It is something that occurs to me quite often really. I'd rather love an abstract idea more than a person.
