- liy: my sister has carpal tunnel syndrome!
- alia: wtf!
- liy: I know right
- alia: between the two of you, you should've been the one to get it
- liy: wtf!!
Marivaux, Le Jeu de l’Amour et du Hasard
- Sylvia: We must be serious now. My stars say I shall marry a man of distinction, and I’ll look at nothing less.
- Dorante: If that were me I’d feel threatened, and go in fear of proving your horoscope. I’m an atheist over astrology… but a profound believer in your face.
- Sylvia: (to herself) What a pest he is! (to ANTE) Will you stop this? What’s it matter to you that my destiny rules you out?
- Dorante: It didn’t predict that I wouldn’t fall in love with you.
- Sylvia: No, but it said it wouldn’t do you one bit of good, and I can tell you it’s right. You are capable of talking about something else besides love, I presume?
- Dorante: From the moment you’re capable of not inspiring it.
- Sylvia: Really, this is outrageous. I’m going to lose my temper. Once and for all, will you stop being in love with me!
- Dorante: If you will stop being.
Posting Photobooth photos irrelevant to post is easier than getting photos out of my camera (a process riddled with obstacles).
Ratatat was tight as hale! It’s 6pm and I’ve just recovered from last night’s lethargy and damage to my eardrums. For an hour I was an inch away from the speakers. It would have been 100% worth it… if they had been allowed to play an encore. It only would have been Seventeen Years. Seventeen Years.
If a tree falls in the forest and didn’t play Seventeen Years, would you be fully satisfied in claiming you saw it fall?
incomplete list of girl crushes.
because list-making is therapy:
- marion cotillard
- natalie portman
- shannon sossamyn (like this) (and this)
- eva green
- liv tyler
- maggie q
- paz vega
- mila kunis
- maura davis
- rachael yamagata
- cate blanchett
- björk (but I would be scared shitless)
- megan fox (but only with little or no makeup)
- chloe sevigny (but only in If These Walls Could Talk 2)
- kate moennig (but of course, you already knew that)
when lightning strikes panties again, I will update this list.
I can't believe I actually went shopping.
- three items of clothing (one of which is totally unnecessary but fun! and secret and I’ll wear it running around the house alone discovering what’s left of my childhood)
- three Rume bags from TinyTapir, a friendly local eco store, to tidy up my not-using-plastic-bags rule
- a water bottle
- camera straps for my FM2
and I’m craving new flip flops, footwear, speakers, and sometimes sunglasses. Omg wut, am I walking on the WILD SIDE
(I’ll probably be back to buying warehouse sale books as usual next week)
of white rabbits and being late.
I don’t know what it might be like for other countries, but here in Malaysia there is always such a mad dog rush from all sides to graduate as fast as you can and start working. The rush makes for fabulous peer pressure, ample parental nag fodder, and sometimes boring people. I never saw the fun in hurrying into my first job as soon as possible. It’s not like I want to raise a family anytime soon, and I don’t want to have to collect leave or wait till retirement to see the world. Besides, I’ve been working part time, one way or another, since I was 17.
But sometimes studying really eats away at me. I hate spending so much energy into something I am paying for, instead of getting paid for it. I hate that no matter what, my grades ultimately are decided by lecturers; people you actually need to be concerned about swiftly deciding they don’t like you (and most do). I hate group assignments because they never really turn out to be group assignments. I hate how examination halls give off such a disorientating air from the entire semester. Considering all that, I would love nothing more than to start working ‘seriously.’
However, to put it simply, I am afraid. I’ve seen my friends whine about their work, being stuck in jobs that make them unhappy. I whine about my studies, too, but I dread to think which will be worse for me. I feel like I’m running out of time (I am late by everyone’s clocks here), but I will keep on if it means it might help me to get into that scattered secret society; people who breathe air so rarefied that they love their job without starving in between paychecks. I’d like to think the future holds less to whine about.
(It may not be true, but I need to think it.)
And if anyone from Trinidad is reading this, your creole cuisine is really yummy stuff.
This same time last night I was already up north in Penang. Tomorrow I drive back down to KL. The weekend escapade wasn’t as refreshing as I would have liked (the traffic gives me seizures) but I am eating my city grievances away. It isn’t as hot here as it is back home. I spent the day doing my TOEFL exam here, eating, playing Spore, eating, taking photos, laughing with old friends, while eating. And instead of eating out even more tonight, I spent it indoors at a house party of a man from Trinidad, watching the nailbiting Malaysia vs. China badminton tournament with future doctors. It was a lot of noise, and I could have been more social if my head wasn’t pounding itself into mush. Then we took a snake shaped drive to the beach, and yakked in the dark till it rained. I was obsessed with photographing the tiny tide curls, but I couldn’t catch them.
I need more sleep. I know I won’t be getting any though, what with German A2 next week and all. I can’t afford it, things are finally coming together. I’ll sleep next month.
being stuck in the same city all my life is like solar power.
I hope you guys are doing okay. A few of you are still in my thoughts, you should know if it’s you. And as for the lethargy in this space, I don’t know which is the phase; the no net thing or the net thing. if you stick around, you’ll find out.
I saw this yesterday with no idea of what it was about. I don’t remember being so moved lately, and it made me wish I could cry watching it. The last (and second) time I ever cried while watching a film was probably Dancer In The Dark, at the very end. The first was My Girl.
"Birthdays are the bleakest of revolutions."
tok. she is 82 years old, my last living grandparent. the basic details of her life are summed in a board above her head. her medical life is summed in a board at her feet. and she is a sea in between.
(submitted for pf: grandmother)
to take a photo
Because you have just bought your new camera baby and you want to show it off to the world, you will first take photos of everyone you see. The photos that are first-born will mostly be of faces, looking forward, highly aware. This is only natural. Keep doing this until people associate you with that annoying sensation of always being captured. Don’t worry if people get annoyed by you, this just means you’re doing it right, and it’s only to preface the next, more important step.
The natural reaction to being annoyed by something is to first question it. This won’t make a difference on you. You have your camera and therefore a mission. So keep at it. The second reaction of others to this will be to tune you out. This is where the fun starts. The best photos to me, are when the landscape doesn’t recognize you’ve entered it. People will carry on without you, and you turn passive. In fact, you hide your face behind the body so much that you turn completely invisible.
Then, you take your best photos. Or at least, this is when I take my favourites.
The invisibility they grant you will bleed out into the photos you capture when no one else is around. Savour the ability to take your time in any situation you step in. Frame what you notice first, and leave before anything changes on you.
Don’t worry about being invisible for too long, or forgotten. The fact that you’ve captured so many people in so many ways, unposed and unaware, is reason enough for them to find you again. Share these shots. They are meant to be a far cry from your carefully posed camera-ready firstborns. People will find them (“I don’t remember when this was taken!”), and if you did it right, some can’t help but like them.
And if they ever did forget you, they will remember again. Even if for nothing else, the effort it took on your end to choose to remember them this way.
I would rather know how to sew than how to cook.
I know very little about both, but it seems more embarrassing to pay for the former than the latter.
"Talking to a fascinating stranger; that’s the greatest thrill. Nothing excites one more."
