who do you consider an intellectual?
someone who's well read? who's delved into politics? or perhaps religion? a Phd. holder? or someone who's pondered life's big questions?
whatever it is, i realise i really am quite ignorant. i haven't read the must reads (e.g. the da vinci code), i haven't exactly gone throught the whole bible (i'm a pathetic catholic, can someone fire me from the congregation or something so i wouldn't be obliged to attend mass every sunday?), and i don't give a hoot about politics.
all i care about is completing my assignments on time (but they usually get handed up off time anyway), studying japanese (this i do fervently), reading japanese comics, what goes into my stummick, trying not to offend my friends, composing substandard music, and reading the occasional fiction for maybe the 1st few chapters.
i'm an ignorant humanoid, trying to act like an intellectual (take definition in a general sense) with my heightened linguistic abilities. it's as good as a vacuum in my nutcase.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Mission Impossible IV: The Kimono Project
i never once wrote about my life. (online)
i thought it too banal for my blog, and had no doubt that any visitor would just skim through with indifferent eyes.
and i have serious doubts about my ability to write.
my longest blog was but 239 words long.
i usually am lost for words when typing reports, and i wonder what my classmates throw in to make their wad of paper that thick. if making that 2000 word report was so difficult, i can forget about uni essays.
on top of the chronic (well, i think it is) verbal constipation, my reading speed has steadily decreased. is it because i'm doing more drawing than reading now?
the last few days have seen a frantic me working OT at the corridor with a big frame 175cm x 130cm (can't remember the exact dimensions)and a clothed stretched on it, waxing and painting away for my EDS (Experimental Design Studio). "Mission Impossible IV: The Kimono Project" it called it; well, mission accomplished, i'm glad to say. Waxing took me a day, painting took a day, measurements and dyeing of the sleeves and collar took half a day (i was working on MMMI in the morning), sewing took half a day (courtesy of my mum and grandma, no marks for them though)(the sewing was quite haphazard, that's what you get when you go at that speed). I was amazed myself at the time in which the garment was completed. That was only about 3 working days, from waxing to completion. Add about 2 days which i took to transfer the prints on paper to cloth and we have a large white squarish cotton from clementi made into a stunning (aha, not really) kimono (more like a yukata, since it's unlined, and wanting an under kimono).
i'm still typing the report *curses* and am taking a brief (questionable, i know) respite from facing verbal constipation in front of the Word document. succintness is not a desirable quality when you got to churn reports like this. bloody reports.
wow, 345 words.
i thought it too banal for my blog, and had no doubt that any visitor would just skim through with indifferent eyes.
and i have serious doubts about my ability to write.
my longest blog was but 239 words long.
i usually am lost for words when typing reports, and i wonder what my classmates throw in to make their wad of paper that thick. if making that 2000 word report was so difficult, i can forget about uni essays.
on top of the chronic (well, i think it is) verbal constipation, my reading speed has steadily decreased. is it because i'm doing more drawing than reading now?
the last few days have seen a frantic me working OT at the corridor with a big frame 175cm x 130cm (can't remember the exact dimensions)and a clothed stretched on it, waxing and painting away for my EDS (Experimental Design Studio). "Mission Impossible IV: The Kimono Project" it called it; well, mission accomplished, i'm glad to say. Waxing took me a day, painting took a day, measurements and dyeing of the sleeves and collar took half a day (i was working on MMMI in the morning), sewing took half a day (courtesy of my mum and grandma, no marks for them though)(the sewing was quite haphazard, that's what you get when you go at that speed). I was amazed myself at the time in which the garment was completed. That was only about 3 working days, from waxing to completion. Add about 2 days which i took to transfer the prints on paper to cloth and we have a large white squarish cotton from clementi made into a stunning (aha, not really) kimono (more like a yukata, since it's unlined, and wanting an under kimono).
i'm still typing the report *curses* and am taking a brief (questionable, i know) respite from facing verbal constipation in front of the Word document. succintness is not a desirable quality when you got to churn reports like this. bloody reports.
wow, 345 words.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
shopping
Tenderly, she caressed the crimson silk. It was smooth and warm, and it radiated a soft sheen, a beautiful lustre. She brought the fabric to her cheek, revelling in its touch -
The sensation disappeared. She opened her eyes.
"Add to cart?" A smoothly articulated voice said.
She stared at the hologram of an evening gown projected in front of her screen. The logo of the garment company floated at the top left.
"Yes." She mumured.
The sensation disappeared. She opened her eyes.
"Add to cart?" A smoothly articulated voice said.
She stared at the hologram of an evening gown projected in front of her screen. The logo of the garment company floated at the top left.
"Yes." She mumured.
suicidal
suicidal thoughts came unbidden to my mind. when i'm crossing a road, i look at the cars; "run me over", i tell them. when i'm in a tall building, i keep looking down at the ground floor, wondering how it would feel like to make an impromptu trip down. "shinutai", i keep telling myself. in those few moments, thoughts of pain were pushed aside. i had lost my appetite for life.
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