Summary of this past little while and next little while:
Inside LJ Island:
I've mod-ed the LJ look. Despite this layout I have is a.k.a. CORNBALL I like it better than the other choices offered by the Livejournal $0.00 layout buffet special. I also deleted a lot of old LJ posts, damn, some of those posts I've made...I don't even remember what was the occasion that made me post so senselessly. I mean, I don't even understand what I wrote many'a times.
I've deleted the last of P-related friends off my friend's list (the big Vamp). I remember thinking of doing that few times before (cos it's lame like 99 cents paperback novels' covers) but never took action to doing that for some reason (cos I'm lazy like 99 cents paperback novels' plots). Yes, I post LJ drama material because you know, it's Live to the Journal. What else is important to you in my life?
Outside LJ Island:
Not just here, but in SK and SG, I've posted less and less than before (despite still a lot) because (A) I have a busier lifestyle now and (B) I have Chris :D and (C) maybe I am bored of keeping track of people online style [wouldn't it be nicer if I keep track of people offline style? but one can only wish].
I woke up really really groggy today. I just realized despite I've worked just almost 40 hours this week, my work IS outdoors, and the commute IS a P.i.t.A.[adding 4 hours to each workday]. I would say this is the closest form of work I appreciate doing and money reciprocates [warehouse construction, mural painting, artist position combined]. Too bad it doesn't last forever.
YESTERDAY:
It's gratifying to have someone TIP me for making caricaratures a fun experience in a government park. I've never appreciated working with children until now. This weekend is ultra boring for the artists, but I've managed to entertain myself and other artists by painting a full Toronto Skyline (with the details of highway signages, CAA's LCD screen, pedestrian walkway, forests, railings & windows on CN Tower) on Christopher and a 3D Campbell soupcan on Ted's. I'm talking about using primary colours on a facepainting palette. Photos will come when Ted send them to me.
I've made a big half-lie/technically truth excuse to a landlord I made a promise to [I told him a government cheque was pushed a month back & I don't have the money to move into his place]. So I can move into a place VERRRRY near the shady Queen/Sherbourne for $100 more. WHY? I think the view on the rooftop sold me: commercial district to the left, bumtown to the right. Ah, UTOPIA. I like riding on the fence. I am not moving tonight, but I am moving things over there already. This is great, because when I move into my new bachelor (!!!!!) in September (or earlier) I'll be walking distance to it from this place, making it a MUCH convenient switchover. Despite I want to eventually fully disconnect from my grandmother financially, I am not doing address switches. It'll be a P.i.t.A to have to switch 3 months down the road again.
For some odd reasons my father has been uncomfortably supportive to my situation. I don't know where that's coming from, usually he's all talk and no walk over a dinner & -3 months later-. Lately he's giving me hugs when I'm sad & financially supportive to my causes (school & living), making an effort to visit me and all. I don't know what to think, he's always been a very shady man behind me and my brother. I don't know if I can separate the social image of him from his role as a suddenly-loving father and love him for his role to me.
But anyway, it's officially given that my father's side of family has NO love. My grandma watched me pack today. She asked if I am going to have dinner with her tonight, and I said I am still here until end of the week. She repeated, "make sure you get your BROTHER to help you!" I don't think she's aware that my brother works AND goes to school, which equals to less personal time than my father has. She doesn't seem to grasp how we see her.
TODAY:
I NEED HEAD SPACE.
That's what this move's all about.
I want to get back to art. being responsible. being who I want to be.
I'm thinking about MB because that's the last thing I've talked about with [+RRR+] yesterday night. I don't know what MB is exactly, neither do I have a visual concept of a set. That's okay, I think I'm going to pack boxes...NOW. Also I must burn the CD my brother lent me. I am addicted to K-os lately.
I left Friday on my calender BLANK because I think I am going to bike from Warden/Steeles to Eaton Centre instead of putting the bike on the TTC.
I've mod-ed the LJ look. Despite this layout I have is a.k.a. CORNBALL I like it better than the other choices offered by the Livejournal $0.00 layout buffet special. I also deleted a lot of old LJ posts, damn, some of those posts I've made...I don't even remember what was the occasion that made me post so senselessly. I mean, I don't even understand what I wrote many'a times.
I've deleted the last of P-related friends off my friend's list (the big Vamp). I remember thinking of doing that few times before (cos it's lame like 99 cents paperback novels' covers) but never took action to doing that for some reason (cos I'm lazy like 99 cents paperback novels' plots). Yes, I post LJ drama material because you know, it's Live to the Journal. What else is important to you in my life?
Outside LJ Island:
Not just here, but in SK and SG, I've posted less and less than before (despite still a lot) because (A) I have a busier lifestyle now and (B) I have Chris :D and (C) maybe I am bored of keeping track of people online style [wouldn't it be nicer if I keep track of people offline style? but one can only wish].
I woke up really really groggy today. I just realized despite I've worked just almost 40 hours this week, my work IS outdoors, and the commute IS a P.i.t.A.[adding 4 hours to each workday]. I would say this is the closest form of work I appreciate doing and money reciprocates [warehouse construction, mural painting, artist position combined]. Too bad it doesn't last forever.
YESTERDAY:
It's gratifying to have someone TIP me for making caricaratures a fun experience in a government park. I've never appreciated working with children until now. This weekend is ultra boring for the artists, but I've managed to entertain myself and other artists by painting a full Toronto Skyline (with the details of highway signages, CAA's LCD screen, pedestrian walkway, forests, railings & windows on CN Tower) on Christopher and a 3D Campbell soupcan on Ted's. I'm talking about using primary colours on a facepainting palette. Photos will come when Ted send them to me.
I've made a big half-lie/technically truth excuse to a landlord I made a promise to [I told him a government cheque was pushed a month back & I don't have the money to move into his place]. So I can move into a place VERRRRY near the shady Queen/Sherbourne for $100 more. WHY? I think the view on the rooftop sold me: commercial district to the left, bumtown to the right. Ah, UTOPIA. I like riding on the fence. I am not moving tonight, but I am moving things over there already. This is great, because when I move into my new bachelor (!!!!!) in September (or earlier) I'll be walking distance to it from this place, making it a MUCH convenient switchover. Despite I want to eventually fully disconnect from my grandmother financially, I am not doing address switches. It'll be a P.i.t.A to have to switch 3 months down the road again.
For some odd reasons my father has been uncomfortably supportive to my situation. I don't know where that's coming from, usually he's all talk and no walk over a dinner & -3 months later-. Lately he's giving me hugs when I'm sad & financially supportive to my causes (school & living), making an effort to visit me and all. I don't know what to think, he's always been a very shady man behind me and my brother. I don't know if I can separate the social image of him from his role as a suddenly-loving father and love him for his role to me.
But anyway, it's officially given that my father's side of family has NO love. My grandma watched me pack today. She asked if I am going to have dinner with her tonight, and I said I am still here until end of the week. She repeated, "make sure you get your BROTHER to help you!" I don't think she's aware that my brother works AND goes to school, which equals to less personal time than my father has. She doesn't seem to grasp how we see her.
TODAY:
I NEED HEAD SPACE.
That's what this move's all about.
I want to get back to art. being responsible. being who I want to be.
I'm thinking about MB because that's the last thing I've talked about with [+RRR+] yesterday night. I don't know what MB is exactly, neither do I have a visual concept of a set. That's okay, I think I'm going to pack boxes...NOW. Also I must burn the CD my brother lent me. I am addicted to K-os lately.
I left Friday on my calender BLANK because I think I am going to bike from Warden/Steeles to Eaton Centre instead of putting the bike on the TTC.