"It's like polo but in the water." "On seahorses?"
1) So the blistering heat hasn't been anything new, and tis hardly the season to cocoon yourself in folds of thick blankets that make you pretend you're a walrus and all the voluminous folds of insulation is your blubber (ok maybe only I do that. But tell me if you do too. We'll make brilliant sleepover buddies). But that's what I did anyway; spend the day subway-ed between pillows and my mattress, and much to Deborah's approval, Flight of the Conchords blaring from my Mac. Though I should add that the ol' aircon was heaving blasts of cold air into my space, so that I felt like I spent the entire day in another world. And the harsh, shiny (look it up in your Hanna dictionary) sunlight that tried to get into the room was filtered through the gauzy curtains. It looked like mist.
Check iiiiiiiiitttttttt, food that isn't deep fried, smothered in chocolate or both. I do admit that the the glass of coke is unnecessary and horribly clashes with this deceitfully ~~healthy~~ movie snack. But I feebly protest that it was still humid and I was craving.
Anyway, I shove all three in my mouth at one shot (one cherry tomato, one walnut, a bite of orange) because the flavour is amazing that way and also, I get to see people's ewwwwwww-you're-wEEeeEeeeEird faces when I tell them about it.
For Jessleen, who has thought me one of the most disgusting dinner party tricks that might make you lose your friends.
Spent a while digging for the battered copy of Alice in Wonderland I had just so I could do the cards for CCA Orientation Day. I'm pretty stoked about the way they turned out! If you're NP-er and around the Convention Centre this coming Monday, drop by the Poly Stage F*actor booth to get one!
And finally, my blanket magically assumes multiple identities that suddenly made the day Halloween for 5 minutes:
Clockwise from top-left: Cousin It, Hippie Arab, Standard Parisian female with Fur Coat on The Sartorialist, Nefertiti
Sorry they're quite uninspiring.
2) I got new T-bars, because my old ones feel like they should be on life support. My mom was being annoying about it, insisting that it was completely redundant to get the exact same shoes.
I fell so completely in love with these shoes, I bought enough pairs to last my whole lifetime. - Mr. Magorium, Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium (2007)
3) New glasses because the previous one suffered a death quite tragic (I sat on it).
So...................................yeah. That was an entire day at home, after a month or so of being everywhere else. It's the holidays again. And there's this insane need to wash/douche/disinfect my mouth every time working terms ("client", "delivery", "artwork", "20% who give 80%") slip out. It disgusts in a way that can only be explained as the desperate clinging on to young-ness, to heavy reluctance to accept that morph of conversation topics. How come I get less Lego? How come I get more PowerPoint slides to look through? It's due next week. It was due yesterday. And the most horrible thing is that it is so gradual that you absently allow it to happen. Only when the transition is complete and you are withered and tired and slumped in a chair do you take it in and realise it is an entirely different picture from the first time.
Which reminds me. I just found out recently that everytime you recall a memory, it is almost quite impossible to recall it in a gloriously vivid detail. So you substitute the small things. For example, how a stack of books were arranged, or how many ice cubes there were in a drink. But everytime you change something, your brain saves it; updates your memory. So that the next time you recall it, it'll be that way. Then, if you wrongly remember something else, your brain updates it again. You can change your memory bit by bit. Technically, you forget everytime you remember.
i am scared for my life.