Alien* says:
i is talking to cher abt jeans
snay. [sponge & barnes can't wait to swell] says:
i is knowing that
Alien says:
retarded
snay. [sponge & barnes can't wait to swell] says:
will do.
*name has been changed to protect the identity of said person.
Cher and I laughed for a good ten minutes in the computer lab.
It’s alright if you are staring at the screen in bewilderment. I tend to amuse myself even more often when work is piling up. What I am doing now can be considered prolixy.
Can’t help but wonder. And pondering. Continually. How curious.
And so I’ve made the most nerve-wrecking decision of my life so far, really. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a hard time deciding anything before. It’s the risk of all risks that I’ve taken. I can’t even explain fully why, but I’ve done it. Despite the butterflies and hurricanes that plague my insides. I’m nervous, I feel extremely worried on this somewhat solitary route and very apprehensive and scared too. Deepest sigh that I can conjure. Okay I’ll stop it now. Must not be so whiney. 
I’m courting my own demise, really. Contemporary Social Theory will be the nail that secures my coffin. In other news, I am severely broke and my previous ibm hdd is certified corrupted. In further news, I love my black mac. ;)
EDIT: I retract the previous statements I made about the new names that Jason has given his bears. It is not an improvement. It is more like a spiral that heads downwards. For the sanity of my readers I will not elaborate why. Trust me on this, readers. No Jason, I was not aware that bear poop tastes like candy and I will not venture to ask how you came by that revelation. Eeeks. Anyways this entire entry will be typed out in one paragraph, because for some reason the formatting gets completely messed up when I use my mac to post entries. (I typed the previous post on my mac but posted it online using a school computer. Sigh.) I miss the cold weather. Oh, and I’m re-embracing Zero 7 once again. It’s like I have this periodic need to pay homage to them. But it’s really nice. It’s like meeting a dear old friend again and remembering together. It’s comforting familiarity, y’know.
The picture supposedly depicts a patch of sun on the forest floor. She stares at it with apprehension and much curiosity. Will she take take a chance to venture out of her shady, comfort zone and reach out to feel the warmth and light? Will the warmth and light for that matter, still be there when she finally decides to reach out? Ah, how intriguing. Okay I’m rambling and that makes absolutely no sense whatever. Okay bye. I will endeavour to post a haphazard inquiry on The Sixth C – Caffeine. Hopefully it will be an addictive read. Ha ha ha. I self-amuse all the time. I think only cher appreciates the meaningful quality of the self-amuse. Haha. Terrestrial birds, anyone? :)
I figured I should post something substantial before school begins for real, instead of these sporadic brief and fanciful spurts of words. So here it is.
By the way – I am typing this very first entry of the new year on my new black mac. I am very excited and pleased with this machine. And I also feel extremely welcomed to the mac family. Everyone I know using a mac has expressed their delight and joy at a new addition to the ‘hood. :) Thank you for the warm welcome, really.
Exultant feelings about my new laptop aside, there is a heavy and most depressing weight hanging around. The loss of my precious music and photos gathered painstakingly over the years is hard to bear. They’re still inside my hard disk, sort of – which is likely to be very corrupted somehow. I’ve tried to mentally prepare myself for this event to occur ever since, well, a really long time. Nothing compares to the real experience. The weariness I feel in having to source for all my music again – weighty.
Dramatic declarations aside, well at least I still have my mp3 player that has stored some of my favourites. So, technically, not all is lost. And I should be grateful for that. In fact, I should be grateful for a lot of things. Like being able to go for a wonderful trip with wonderful friends to wondrous places and having a most wonderful time. :)
And of course, after withdrawing from my music for so long I’ve indulged in it once I returned. I’ve been listening to a couple of songs on loop, some of which I feel like typing down here right now: Mattresses Underwater by Colour Revolt, Knife by Grizzly Bear, Home by Great Northern, and of course, my all time favourite Sister Winter by the awesome and most talented Sufjan Stevens. How can I even begin to describe this precious piece of music in a few lines? I think I must have posted two entries about it somewhere. Somehow, it’s always apt whenever I listen to it. It’s terribly, terribly heartwrenching; and yet always grateful, heartwarming and thankful.
Magical, eh.
Well, I have more to say but I will leave it to The Shins to do the job today. Their lyrics are just able to express stuff so beautifully in a limited number of words. Let us thank them in advance for their concise brilliance. As you know, I am quite long-winded at times. This alternative in the form of a selected lyrical expression is absolutely fantastic. Literally and figuratively, I feel it.
A cold and wet November dawn
And there are no barking sparrows
Just emptiness to dwell upon
I fell into a winter slide
And ended up the kind of kid
Who goes down Chutes Too Narrow
Just eking out my measly pipes
But I learned fast how to
Keep my head up ’cause I
Know there is this side of me that
Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot
And just fly the whole mess into the sea
Another slow train to the coast
Some brand new gory art from way on high
I sink and then I swim all night
I watch the ice melt on the glass
While the eloquent young pilgrims pass
And leave behind their trail
Imploring us all not to fail
Of course I was raised to
Gather courage from those
Lofty tales so tried and true, but
If you’re able
I’d suggest it, ’cause this
Modern thought can get the best of you
This rather simple epitaph
Can save your hide, your falling mind
Fate isn’t what we’re up against
There’s no design, no flaws to find
But I learned fast how to
Keep my head up, ’cause I
Know I’ve got this side of me that
Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot
And just fly the whole mess into the sea
The Shins – Young Pilgrims
Essentially, it simply means to stop the crap and get your damn act together. ;)
Resolutely optimistic, innit? Anyways. As you can see I’ve been indulging once again in collecting what I would lazily call, artsy fartsy tartsy images. Coutresy of Seonna Hong and of course, Audrey Kawasaki. Beautiful stuff, really.
School has begun for real. I crashed the contemporary social theory class today. And I think I will be taking that class. I’ve put my bid in, and I wonder if I’m courting my own demise.
Oh well.
