Watched Starwars Episode III at the cinema. I still can never understand why Lucas would use "Revenge of the Sith" as the title. It sounds just like a sequel to "Attack of the Clones" just as "Attack of the killer tomatoes" is somehow related to "Revenge of the killer tomatoes". I digress.
I wouldn't say that RotS was downright bad, though it didn't make sense at times and didn't seem to conform to the central story as laid down in the Starwars fan tradition. I'll not go into details, but here's the gist of my opinions: Gen. Grevious needs filters for his respirator, and he really should refrain from handling four lightsabers if he's unable to coordinate them. Anakin/Vader has a strong tendency to lose limbs. Obiwan is a dumbass fighter but has sufficient luck to defeat a great number of Sith lords. Anakin was a dumbass to bother trying to save Padme by not being by her side. (Note to Fenrir: I don't think Anakin was supposed to catch fire next to the lava. I recall him being dumped in.) And, once again, the story is too heavily weighted in favour of special effects. Final note: Yoda steals the show once again with spiffy sabering.
I was at burger king and figured that I'd wanted a snack. Couldn't think of what to get, so I got the chicken tenders thingy with a kid's meal since I'd needed a drink as well. The counter girl offered the Chewbacca plush, then looked up at me, said sorry and handed a little Millennium Falcon over. Ok...what gives. The Millennium Falcon was nicely painted, though, and had a somewhat battered look to it. It was nice enough that I'd decided to keep it in its wrapper. Stuff that comes out of wrappers in my place have a tendency to turn rather ragged and worn.
Later in the evening, I'd managed to have this really weird craving for something hot and salty or something plain chocolatey. Couldn't find anything at home and was lazy to pop over to the 7-11. Went to sleep early. Managed to get them Dark Chocolate dark side M&M candies and a Crunch bar on my trip to the mart later on. MMMmm. Chocolate. Heh. Can't figure out anything for decent instant soup so I'd skipped that subroutine.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Steaks and more
Went down to Phin's with a friend today. Verdict: Do not go there unless you really don't know where else to find steak. For one thing, the service as abysmal. It's about as bad as they come. We take a seat and nobody bothers to clear the table until we're frantically waving to get their attention. Just because we were sitting in some obscure corner was *no* excuse for such conduct. And then came the food. Prompt. I'd liked that, that is until I'd realised that I'd gotten a medium-rare steak with...mushroom sauce, I think. I'd ordered one with pepper sauce. My friend wound up with a well-done steak with mushroom sauce...and the order was for medium rare. Two screwups in a row. Quite a nice streak forming. Best of all, when it came to the bill, the guy at the cash register told us to "wait outside", which, in our context, would have meant that we were to wait outside of the mall. It was absurd enough to have me gaping for a while, and my friend was getting rather peeved. Well...that's the experience. Unique but not quite desirable.
Laundry is a strange thing. One moment you find yourself short of clean clothes to wear, and the next, you seem to be in the same predicament. Case 1: Clothes become dirty and you do not want to wear them. Case 2: Clothes are clean and smell nice, but you can't for the life of you find them! Verdict: Clean clothes go into hiding shortly after they'd been washed and dried. Its logical, given the fact that they probably do not savour the experience of getting soiled and smelly all over again. I am never surprised to discover that I can never find the clothes I want when I'm looking for them, and invariably do when I'm not. Devious clothing. *sticks tongue out*
Laundry is a strange thing. One moment you find yourself short of clean clothes to wear, and the next, you seem to be in the same predicament. Case 1: Clothes become dirty and you do not want to wear them. Case 2: Clothes are clean and smell nice, but you can't for the life of you find them! Verdict: Clean clothes go into hiding shortly after they'd been washed and dried. Its logical, given the fact that they probably do not savour the experience of getting soiled and smelly all over again. I am never surprised to discover that I can never find the clothes I want when I'm looking for them, and invariably do when I'm not. Devious clothing. *sticks tongue out*
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Divorce from nature
Humans have divorced themselves from nature since time immemorial, and now they divorce themselves yet more: They divorce themselves from their natural selves. It is not enough that people think their tools above and beyond the natural flow. They seek to use their tools to change it according to their whim, with little regard to or knowledge of the far-reaching consequences.
There are those that preach about the moral decay of our generation. Some claim that the religious scriptures have not been adhered to. Some use the religious scriptures to shield themselves, to take the moral high ground. All they really think is that scripture alone is sufficient to redeem them.
I say that the much-vaunted “moral decay” is little more than a feeble attempt to break free rather than transcend the human condition. I have had people in my area lament the burgeoning harvest of homosexuality. They regret, indeed despise, the growing trend by taking the moral high ground, stating that it is socially unacceptable and was forbidden in scripture. While both are true, they are skirting the true issue; that humans have deviated from the natural order of humanity and choose recreation over procreation. While I am not personally against this, I am stating that it is unnatural and a move away from the natural order.
Scripture and religious teachings have long been used in the name of acts needing the support of morality. While the morality of religion is generally unquestioned, it is the acts of strange people that render such morality dubious. It is not in human nature to kill without cause. A sane person kills out of passion, jealousy, any feeling that urges one to remove another in order to soothe the heart. This is merely human weakness, however undesirable it is. The worst ones are those who claim that scripture approves of their killing urges, and that killing is somehow justified. They find a shield for these unnatural urges to kill for the sake of killing, simply by quoting scripture. Those unwise enough to follow such a path are equally at fault.
Finally, there are those that have chosen to worship money as their god rather than anything else. Rather than provide quality food, they would befoul their cooking rather than expend additional money. Some work beyond their normal waking hours merely for the sake of earning money, and often more money than they need. Those who manage to save immense amounts of money despite living a fairly comfortable life are of this kind. There is little sense in hoarding money on the pretext of “saving for a rainy day”. All one needs only to save is but a rudimentary sum for contingencies, as there is no guarantee that some foul accident could wipe those savings away.
I have heard the lament of an Indian chief in my dreams, waking me at strange morning hour with the sun still in the sky. It was not as written here, but it mentioned suffering and how humans have caused it. That was what inspired the rant. I have heard, and I am not deaf.
There are those that preach about the moral decay of our generation. Some claim that the religious scriptures have not been adhered to. Some use the religious scriptures to shield themselves, to take the moral high ground. All they really think is that scripture alone is sufficient to redeem them.
I say that the much-vaunted “moral decay” is little more than a feeble attempt to break free rather than transcend the human condition. I have had people in my area lament the burgeoning harvest of homosexuality. They regret, indeed despise, the growing trend by taking the moral high ground, stating that it is socially unacceptable and was forbidden in scripture. While both are true, they are skirting the true issue; that humans have deviated from the natural order of humanity and choose recreation over procreation. While I am not personally against this, I am stating that it is unnatural and a move away from the natural order.
Scripture and religious teachings have long been used in the name of acts needing the support of morality. While the morality of religion is generally unquestioned, it is the acts of strange people that render such morality dubious. It is not in human nature to kill without cause. A sane person kills out of passion, jealousy, any feeling that urges one to remove another in order to soothe the heart. This is merely human weakness, however undesirable it is. The worst ones are those who claim that scripture approves of their killing urges, and that killing is somehow justified. They find a shield for these unnatural urges to kill for the sake of killing, simply by quoting scripture. Those unwise enough to follow such a path are equally at fault.
Finally, there are those that have chosen to worship money as their god rather than anything else. Rather than provide quality food, they would befoul their cooking rather than expend additional money. Some work beyond their normal waking hours merely for the sake of earning money, and often more money than they need. Those who manage to save immense amounts of money despite living a fairly comfortable life are of this kind. There is little sense in hoarding money on the pretext of “saving for a rainy day”. All one needs only to save is but a rudimentary sum for contingencies, as there is no guarantee that some foul accident could wipe those savings away.
I have heard the lament of an Indian chief in my dreams, waking me at strange morning hour with the sun still in the sky. It was not as written here, but it mentioned suffering and how humans have caused it. That was what inspired the rant. I have heard, and I am not deaf.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
A poem for every experience
It was a strange urge, to tidy my room a bit at one in the morning. Being largely nocturnal, it wasn't much of a forced issue. Still, it was interesting to be swabbing the keyboard in the middle of the night just like a CSI teeam member. Yay! My room is finally a place that I can walk through without dancing like a demented chicken. *walkwalkwalk* Now to find a way to get rid of the old computer hardware cluttering my space. I was seriously considering the local charity, though it would probably be a hassle to bring it all over. Hm. Maybe I could arrange a pickup. I dunno. Wrote a poem somewhat related to the event and the experience.
Like a heart beating to the rhythmn of pain,
the shattered form of a thousand dreams.
Cleansed of the grime of the many years,
a shining, spotless, happy gleam.
Gone is the junk collected over the ages,
here is the beat of the new music.
Rebirth out of filth and base matter
,accomplishment and joy, ecstatic.
Standing before the altar of cleansing,
as a child first come before the world.
Casting to the four winds, the troubles,
in the joy of purification, behold!
Like a heart beating to the rhythmn of pain,
the shattered form of a thousand dreams.
Cleansed of the grime of the many years,
a shining, spotless, happy gleam.
Gone is the junk collected over the ages,
here is the beat of the new music.
Rebirth out of filth and base matter
,accomplishment and joy, ecstatic.
Standing before the altar of cleansing,
as a child first come before the world.
Casting to the four winds, the troubles,
in the joy of purification, behold!
Gripes and grapes.(and strawberry)
Am I too tall? 'coz...Being tall isn't always good. It makes one conspicuous, and I seriously don't know where to put my feet sometimes. Head bonks on stuff. And I'm not exactly six feet just yet. Well, almost. Maybe if I'd lived in a country full of taller people...hmm. Just thank goodness I'm no Jennifer Aniston. That's a bit under the mark. Why'm I bothered? Kinda sick of bowing for the local buses and not knowing where to put my legs when I do sit down. Its kinda cramped so I can't lean my head back on the headrest to get some proper shuteye. Its like my mother calls it: breaking my neck. Head flops all over the place when I'm napping. Maybe it'd drop off and I'd end up shorter. *laughs*
Ok, on another note, my surge protector is now installed and *hopefully* doing its job. Mom's got me a nice pink lip gloss from Estee Lauder. Strawberry. Mmmmm. Its really great. Doesn't feel greasy like the other glosses, and moisturizes the lips real well. No more peeling skin! Plus! That nice strawberry aroma. Adds a nice wet gleam to the lips too. *hugs tube*
Ok, on another note, my surge protector is now installed and *hopefully* doing its job. Mom's got me a nice pink lip gloss from Estee Lauder. Strawberry. Mmmmm. Its really great. Doesn't feel greasy like the other glosses, and moisturizes the lips real well. No more peeling skin! Plus! That nice strawberry aroma. Adds a nice wet gleam to the lips too. *hugs tube*
Friday, May 27, 2005
The rather immediate future
*Whine alert. Caveat emptor. Actual entry is after the whining.*
Ok. I've had a conversation with my friend over the IRC yesterday. Its always the same story so I'd just vent some over here. Maybe it'd help me think. It seems more likely to just get me more riled up. I'm currently going into university and have picked the science faculty. (Note to Fenrir: Yes, dumb, I know) I mean, I'm not really in much of a chooser's situation here! Qutie squeezed, actually. Like, I really would *not* want to work for the government, which I do not support. And to work for the media is about the same as working for the government, the media being a government dog anyway. As I would know, myself, I would rather do something related to literature, perhaps pure literature, or something. I'd had some bad JC years and I really don't want a repeat telecast. Like, the local education system is so dead that there probably won't be much discussion when it comes to studying science. I seriously totally really do not want to just cram the books, process a little and regurgitate to make my grade. I'd rather express my opinions over topics to convince the lecturers that I make the cut. Its seriously messed up. I cannot even be sure that that's the way things would go even in the arts faculty. I. NEED. INFORMATION! And not information from the locals. They seem so contented with whatever crap the system is feeding them. IS THAT AIR YOU ARE BREATHING, HMM!?! Overseas would seem like a good idea save the fact that I don't really have an exact idea about what, precisely, I'd study, and the moolah deficiency. In an ideal world, I wouldn't have to worry about that because the university would let me try out what I'd like to do before I actually dedicate myself to it. In my world...it apparently is not so. Note that I do not even bother to paragraph because this is a rant and I'm just spewing, but I digress. *balks at the mess* Ok, so maybe I'd go with the system, as much as I despise it. I'd just drop it if I don't like the way its turning out. On a separate note, the arts fac seems freer than the science fac. Doesn't seem like a bad thing. AURGH. I hate to be busy with schoolwork. I've got like a LIFE over here. (Note to Fenrir: Life's a lie when you take the "F" outta it) SNAFU. Like, quitting is so not my thang but I'd settle for it if my ideals are not upheld. And...if not for a certain two-year waste of time, I probably would've had the extra time to waste. I should've just declared, but thats just another story for another day. Damn it all. *pout*
Oh, and why do my parents insist on waking me up? Is it a parental thing? 'Coz...waking up when awoken is *NOT* my thang except maybe when I really have to. Learning driving and living my schedule these 6 months is apparently not gona be. My parents don't get it. I do, and that matters.
*Whine alert ended*
Ok. I am a lazy type so I'd not actually learned html to fully edit this document, and I totally am not bothered to use just enough to get this thang working. Seriously, if it works why change? Yes...if it doesn't, change it. So here I end up, beating my chest with music from my spiffy new speakers and deciding how in friggin' heck I would clean my room up. Its unsightly, but it seems to be such a chore to actually pick stuff up that isn't exactly in my way. Actually, I also need to make a mental note to ask the local charity if they'd accept my old computer. I'm quite attached to it and selling it to the junk guys would just break my heart. Yeah, I'm a sentimental fool. My old monitor, too. My system may look like crap but it runs like the dickens. Well...like the dickens to those who'd know how to get it up and running. I'm sure the charity guys can figure that out. Beats getting a measly $20 voucher out of a certain store from which I never actually buy stuff.
MMMmmm. Surge protector. Good to feel that I've got protection. I like protection. Been feeling rather insecure with all that lightning flashing about lately. Then again, I'm a rather insecure creature. Studies are probably just the tip of the spielberg. Maybe I should get that DDR mat to play on. Friends say that its plain silly, but so's the pink bag that I'm really attached to. *hugs pink bag* Mother stowed it away and forgot about it. Had me upset from all the searching.
Awake, not quite refreshed and rather grumpy.
Hey! This is like the longest blog entry since my blog's started! *pops the cork* That is, if you factor the whine in, just as I did.
Ok. I've had a conversation with my friend over the IRC yesterday. Its always the same story so I'd just vent some over here. Maybe it'd help me think. It seems more likely to just get me more riled up. I'm currently going into university and have picked the science faculty. (Note to Fenrir: Yes, dumb, I know) I mean, I'm not really in much of a chooser's situation here! Qutie squeezed, actually. Like, I really would *not* want to work for the government, which I do not support. And to work for the media is about the same as working for the government, the media being a government dog anyway. As I would know, myself, I would rather do something related to literature, perhaps pure literature, or something. I'd had some bad JC years and I really don't want a repeat telecast. Like, the local education system is so dead that there probably won't be much discussion when it comes to studying science. I seriously totally really do not want to just cram the books, process a little and regurgitate to make my grade. I'd rather express my opinions over topics to convince the lecturers that I make the cut. Its seriously messed up. I cannot even be sure that that's the way things would go even in the arts faculty. I. NEED. INFORMATION! And not information from the locals. They seem so contented with whatever crap the system is feeding them. IS THAT AIR YOU ARE BREATHING, HMM!?! Overseas would seem like a good idea save the fact that I don't really have an exact idea about what, precisely, I'd study, and the moolah deficiency. In an ideal world, I wouldn't have to worry about that because the university would let me try out what I'd like to do before I actually dedicate myself to it. In my world...it apparently is not so. Note that I do not even bother to paragraph because this is a rant and I'm just spewing, but I digress. *balks at the mess* Ok, so maybe I'd go with the system, as much as I despise it. I'd just drop it if I don't like the way its turning out. On a separate note, the arts fac seems freer than the science fac. Doesn't seem like a bad thing. AURGH. I hate to be busy with schoolwork. I've got like a LIFE over here. (Note to Fenrir: Life's a lie when you take the "F" outta it) SNAFU. Like, quitting is so not my thang but I'd settle for it if my ideals are not upheld. And...if not for a certain two-year waste of time, I probably would've had the extra time to waste. I should've just declared, but thats just another story for another day. Damn it all. *pout*
Oh, and why do my parents insist on waking me up? Is it a parental thing? 'Coz...waking up when awoken is *NOT* my thang except maybe when I really have to. Learning driving and living my schedule these 6 months is apparently not gona be. My parents don't get it. I do, and that matters.
*Whine alert ended*
Ok. I am a lazy type so I'd not actually learned html to fully edit this document, and I totally am not bothered to use just enough to get this thang working. Seriously, if it works why change? Yes...if it doesn't, change it. So here I end up, beating my chest with music from my spiffy new speakers and deciding how in friggin' heck I would clean my room up. Its unsightly, but it seems to be such a chore to actually pick stuff up that isn't exactly in my way. Actually, I also need to make a mental note to ask the local charity if they'd accept my old computer. I'm quite attached to it and selling it to the junk guys would just break my heart. Yeah, I'm a sentimental fool. My old monitor, too. My system may look like crap but it runs like the dickens. Well...like the dickens to those who'd know how to get it up and running. I'm sure the charity guys can figure that out. Beats getting a measly $20 voucher out of a certain store from which I never actually buy stuff.
MMMmmm. Surge protector. Good to feel that I've got protection. I like protection. Been feeling rather insecure with all that lightning flashing about lately. Then again, I'm a rather insecure creature. Studies are probably just the tip of the spielberg. Maybe I should get that DDR mat to play on. Friends say that its plain silly, but so's the pink bag that I'm really attached to. *hugs pink bag* Mother stowed it away and forgot about it. Had me upset from all the searching.
Awake, not quite refreshed and rather grumpy.
Hey! This is like the longest blog entry since my blog's started! *pops the cork* That is, if you factor the whine in, just as I did.
Speakers for the Dead
Yes. New speakers. Finally have a subwoofer on my system. Alright, so I'm so very *not* an audiophile, but it really does make a difference. This is the first time I'd actually managed to squeeze out bass that fills the room without having to max the volume. They're hefty. 7kgs. Lugged it home through public transport. Who would've guessed that a set of 2.1 speakers would weigh 7kgs. ouf. Well, they're Edifier E3100 if anyone's really interested in knowing.
Had a second trip down to the comp place and gotten myself a surge protector. As always, I question the wisdom of the move, given that a UPS would've done the same job, and probably could keep the system online if the surge knocked out the power. But...what if the UPS fails because of the surge? Would the UPS surge instead? Scary. I'd just leave it to chance and hope that the surge protector works. Ugh. Old school, but it protects the phone and modem as well...hopefully. Just like a Trojan, you never know if it works till it does. *sigh* At least I know that no major damage normally results from a sudden power outage. And...I don't get outages much. *crosses fingers*
Had a second trip down to the comp place and gotten myself a surge protector. As always, I question the wisdom of the move, given that a UPS would've done the same job, and probably could keep the system online if the surge knocked out the power. But...what if the UPS fails because of the surge? Would the UPS surge instead? Scary. I'd just leave it to chance and hope that the surge protector works. Ugh. Old school, but it protects the phone and modem as well...hopefully. Just like a Trojan, you never know if it works till it does. *sigh* At least I know that no major damage normally results from a sudden power outage. And...I don't get outages much. *crosses fingers*
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Messed up
I've been askin the same question to people lately, and I get different answers all the time. Truly, ask 11 people and get 12 answers.
And the question would be...."Just what the hell do you do when you feel messed up?"
Its really interesting how some things just can't be done because of the surroundings, not having siblings, and other things that ethical tethers bind. Well...thats just plain poodoo.
Starwars Epi 3. Not good, not bad. I'd appreciated the lightsaber duels, but its really just a predetermined story bloated out with special effects and occasional battles. I mean...whats with Grevious? He'd obviously needed air filters in the new form...(note to kids: if you can't handle four lightsabers at once, don't!) Vader probably has filters, which is why he wheezes and doesn't cough. But then again, thats just me.
And the question would be...."Just what the hell do you do when you feel messed up?"
Its really interesting how some things just can't be done because of the surroundings, not having siblings, and other things that ethical tethers bind. Well...thats just plain poodoo.
Starwars Epi 3. Not good, not bad. I'd appreciated the lightsaber duels, but its really just a predetermined story bloated out with special effects and occasional battles. I mean...whats with Grevious? He'd obviously needed air filters in the new form...(note to kids: if you can't handle four lightsabers at once, don't!) Vader probably has filters, which is why he wheezes and doesn't cough. But then again, thats just me.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Comms
Communications can be a strange thing, even within a family. It seems that my father and I are quite incapable of dispensing advice to one another without somehow dishing an insult within 10 seconds. Everything has to go through an interpreter: The mother. Interestingly enough, we can never understand each other and though I suspect he knows much about me, he never lets any of it out. Ah. C'est la vie.
The wonders of the shower
Nothing beats a good long hot shower and a nice bit of Dove soap. Ok, so I'm not like doing any product placement here, but its seriously nice to just stand there and let the hot water just flow all over. As I would say(and some would agree), its about as close to orgasmic as you get away from the nest.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Are you awake? Are you aware?
I had a strange dream today. Whilst I was sleeping, I had the strangest dream; that I was dreaming. It was one of those dreams wherein I had somehow managed to get lost in my own psyche. I was dreaming that I had awoken, only to find that I was dreaming. Then I was taken to another scene that had seemed fairly normal, until I had found that it was wrong. I ‘awoke’ again, to another scene, and so on. After quite a few of the flashbacks and random encounters, I’d finally declared that I was, and forced myself to wakefulness, since I had to awaken anyway.
This incident had me thinking: What is wakefulness? Had I been in a coma and experiencing this, would I have known that I was dead to the world? Or would I have never realized myself, and never found my core, forever to wander the land of dreams until the shell rotted and the ghost was set free? Would it be nirvana, if one could wake from the dream of this life, and finally escape…to where? Don’t bother to answer. Just question.
(Note to Fenrir: You’re weird.)
This incident had me thinking: What is wakefulness? Had I been in a coma and experiencing this, would I have known that I was dead to the world? Or would I have never realized myself, and never found my core, forever to wander the land of dreams until the shell rotted and the ghost was set free? Would it be nirvana, if one could wake from the dream of this life, and finally escape…to where? Don’t bother to answer. Just question.
(Note to Fenrir: You’re weird.)
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Interesting Insights
Went to the lib as usual and borrowed my usual stack of books. What was of particular interest was that it occured to me that I was reading the Knoph's City Guide, New York printed in 1998. Not particularly impressive. I'd realised that only when I'd read about the Greatest Bar On Earth being located at the 107th floor of the World Trade Center. Hm.
As I'd read the guide further, I'd found that it had featured a picture from the Cathedral of St John the Divine. Page 125, bottom left corner. It was of a capital on the porch of the cathedral, with an apocalyptic scene of the New York skyline, featuring the Twin Towers, and what appears to be a gaping hole in one of them. Freaky. I wonder if it was a play of the light in the photograph, or perhaps a printing glitch. Perhaps someone with access to the area would care to pay it a visit.
As I'd read the guide further, I'd found that it had featured a picture from the Cathedral of St John the Divine. Page 125, bottom left corner. It was of a capital on the porch of the cathedral, with an apocalyptic scene of the New York skyline, featuring the Twin Towers, and what appears to be a gaping hole in one of them. Freaky. I wonder if it was a play of the light in the photograph, or perhaps a printing glitch. Perhaps someone with access to the area would care to pay it a visit.
Friday, May 13, 2005
An interesting sight
I’d had a rather interesting encounter whilst walking around my neighbourhood last night. What I’d encountered was a crossdresser/transsexual on my lil trek. I really couldn’t decide which was which (a crossdresser or a TS) since the person had a rather distinctly manly physique and was quite tall (an understatement given the fact that she was taller than I was and I consider myself rather tall). The way she was swinging those hips over the heels in deliberate mincing steps turned out to be quite an attention-grabber.
What struck me was the thought whether this person was out to make a statement, “come out” in her true identity, or was just coming back from a drag contest. Being poorly informed about such events, I am in no position to guess. I was rather upset by the numerous rather impolite stares this person got while walking down the street. I mean, like, the sight may be unusual, but there was like no real reason to stop dead in one’s tracks and rubber-neck. I would suppose that this was a rather unusual sight in my area, though I must add that I feel that the people could do with a spot more tolerance or social etiquette in the very least.
Still, I’ve a comment of my own to make regarding this: very tall people should *not* wear heels. Seriously.
What struck me was the thought whether this person was out to make a statement, “come out” in her true identity, or was just coming back from a drag contest. Being poorly informed about such events, I am in no position to guess. I was rather upset by the numerous rather impolite stares this person got while walking down the street. I mean, like, the sight may be unusual, but there was like no real reason to stop dead in one’s tracks and rubber-neck. I would suppose that this was a rather unusual sight in my area, though I must add that I feel that the people could do with a spot more tolerance or social etiquette in the very least.
Still, I’ve a comment of my own to make regarding this: very tall people should *not* wear heels. Seriously.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
The Trip
Just back from my little sojourn to the neighbouring country. I must say that it is a refreshing change from a place that is permanently sterile and rather too ordered. As some of those I know might expect me to say: “All the streets look like crap, and half of them smell exactly like they look.” I’d say that that pretty much sums the place up. Its polluted, littered, smells and altogether looks rather grimy. My kinda place. For those who know me, they’d be wise to stay well clear of my room in its current state. (Note to self: Tidy or ELSE) Well, like, enough criticism. I really did have a nice vacation.
Now for the good part. I really do like food by the roadside. The place may be rather unhygienic and grimy, but the taste really can’t be beat. Plus, the prices were good since the currency was smaller than what I was holding. Conclusion: Cheap prices and tasty food make up for a potential bout of indigestion. (which I didn’t get anyway, and there were no reports of real cholera or dysentery in the area anyway) Hence, it was a food-shoveling, window-shopping, road-running kind of a trip in the sweltering heat. Not to mention the heaps of chewing gum I’d gone through during the boring moments. Problem with the shopping was that I didn’t want more luggage than I’d already brought(my bad) and like there was really nothing there that was exceptional and suiting my tastes. Well, back to the den and little to bring back. Not as if it were a truly distant place anyway.
Now for the good part. I really do like food by the roadside. The place may be rather unhygienic and grimy, but the taste really can’t be beat. Plus, the prices were good since the currency was smaller than what I was holding. Conclusion: Cheap prices and tasty food make up for a potential bout of indigestion. (which I didn’t get anyway, and there were no reports of real cholera or dysentery in the area anyway) Hence, it was a food-shoveling, window-shopping, road-running kind of a trip in the sweltering heat. Not to mention the heaps of chewing gum I’d gone through during the boring moments. Problem with the shopping was that I didn’t want more luggage than I’d already brought(my bad) and like there was really nothing there that was exceptional and suiting my tastes. Well, back to the den and little to bring back. Not as if it were a truly distant place anyway.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Heart
Interesting experience today. Was at Communion when I saw a single drop of grape juice fall on the parquet flooring. The drop seemed to gather together, and formed into a rough semblance of a stylised heart. After Communion, the drop was smeared on the flooring by the moving feet of the pastors.
Interesting incident, though I cannot tell for sure what it portended, if anything. I shall wait and see.
(Note to Fenrir: See? That wasn't so hard, right?)
Interesting incident, though I cannot tell for sure what it portended, if anything. I shall wait and see.
(Note to Fenrir: See? That wasn't so hard, right?)
A Dance in the Fire
Strange day. Went all around town doing stuff and pondering about odds and ends. After everything, I remember just enough that I do not question that I had actually gone through the day.
(Note to Fenrir: There's something you'd wanted to write here. You've got to remember!)
(Note to Fenrir: There's something you'd wanted to write here. You've got to remember!)
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