(photo by romanlily)
and maybe
just maybe
us trying to make sense of things
with formulas and theories
isn’t helping
because beautiful arguments
no matter how eloquent they sound -
cosmo, onto, teleo
- can’t explain the finer details
the nuances
the lives we lead and
what this is really all about
(courtesy of the PostSecret Project)
please let me sleep in peace and scribble, doodle, and find a poodle.
right now all i am waiting for is for my exam tomorrow to be over.
i wasn’t that worried about the exam, but trent calls me up three times a day just to scream about how stressed he is and how is he supposed to know what to study? so now i’m getting slightly more frantic – i don’t even know half the topics properly, let alone blab out structured essays about them.
today i spent two hours filling out questionnaire sheets on ’social memory’, nationalism, values, goals, and political ideologies. somewhere between studying and procrastinating these past few weeks, i realised that i enjoy filling in surveys, which half-explains why i’ve been scouring the net for paid surveys. either it’s a really good investment, or they’re all just out to scam your money. i haven’t decided whether i should invest an initial amount just for registration. oh the economics!
i had a great kerekere cuppocino today, so… yum for me. though i think i will ask for one sugar next time instead of two because i don’t usually have a sweet tooth and we’ve all gotta cut down on the sugar y’know? and just to separate fact from myth, you won’t get diabetes from too much sugar. but too much sugar is bad for you, of course. moderation. moderation is always good. (except for maybe feelings and actions. i gotta admit, this came from one of the questionnaires today, and i spent several minutes trying to figure what that meant for me…… oh the joys of surveys!)
™ 2005 – At a hawker stall in Malaysia with my cute (then) fifteen-year-old cousin being grumpy, per usual.
Finally went to the library to study today, and for lunch Wen Shu had Seafood Curry Laksa at Cafe Ami (formerly Ong’s food court at Arrow Building on Swanston), which smelt really yum. For a while back, I thought one of my favourite food was Nasi Lemak (because of my sister’s influence – you tend to get food envy, and she always ordered nasi lemak), BUT I have come to realise that it is actually CURRY LAKSA (not Asam – it’s too sour), because I always feel like ordering that and not Nasi Lemak (of course, until the food actually comes).
We were on the topic of curry laksa, with him really wanting to go to Malaysia to eat curry laksa (because he’s from Shanghai)… so I tried to insist to him that curry laksa is my favourite food (over his) but when I went back to Malaysia two years ago I hardly had a craving for it when I was there, most probably due to the heat. Which was kinda sad, because I ended up eating mostly nasi lemak, roti chanai, or McDonald’s Prosperity Burger (which is the world’s best burger, but they only sell it in Malaysia during Chinese New Year, but IT IS THE BEST). Then I delved into a whole rant about how the weather affects your eating habits – the heat does affect your cravings/desires for certain foods, unless you’ve been living there for a long time and you’re used to the heat, rarara. But of course he insisted that no matter WHAT he will still eat curry laksa as much as can when he gets to Malaysia (that is, if he ever gets there, hah!)
And if you’re wondering what relevance the photo has to this post: the conversation and the atmostphere in which we were discussing curry laksa (and the smell of the curry laksa) suddenly evoked memories of my intelligent little cousin and Malaysian food and the photos I kept taking of him, especially when he was eating.
[to sum up today: a necklace from Olivia I finally wore today because it's jade (? I think) and oriental to go with my calligraphy; my really old pink 'army' cap that added to my jockey look (euurgh), boots in jeans and all; a classic I bought from BookCity because I loved the feel of the hardbound book but soft bouncy cover, and a postcard I received from Stella - funny thing is, she's not even in Singapore now!!]
I can’t believe my first semester of uni is officially over, and I also can’t believe that I didn’t hand in my Famine essay on Ethiopia’s food problem that was due today. So by Monday, I would have incurred a late penalty of 6%. HOW! But I just gave up midway (I hadn’t even started the essay at midnight today) because I GAVE UP HOPE OF FINISHING IT WELL AND WELL BEFORE SUNRISE. At least I managed to finish my two practical assignments worth 7%, by 4am.
TODAY was meant to be my liberating day with no more assignment worries in my head… but I just HAD to ruin it with my damn procrastination and severe lack of time management. Went to uni anyway, to hand in my two pracs (and no essay) and attend my Chinese calligraphy exhibition. I think there must be all these secret professional calligraphers in the subject because all their final pieces are damn PERFECT… I wouldn’t be surprised if they had ancestral links to aristocrats in the imperial period.
the four musketeers(?) became short and stumpy and all things cute.
