Tuesday, August 21, 2007

I'd say something about white people

But i'm outnumbered and one of you is Hitler.

It's rather weird when shit comes together...My "plans" as such are kind of working. It's a deeply unusual phase.

I. Labu. Tobys.

The whole getting to try coffee thing is awesome! I had a really good Kenyan today, and had a very nice Sumatran yesterday. Plus I had it with Sam. That just makes it amazing.

Logic is slow, and quite treacherous at times. But English is shitty, and suffers from scope ambiguity. I am trapped with these conundrums. Solution: baby fetuses.

NB: Baby fetuses may not actually solve problem. Consult your uterus for more details.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

I know why Jane Fonda married Henry Fonda

She saw him in 12 Angry Men.

Upon my visitation of UTS to partake in the viewing of Magnolia, I learnt that the UTS film society is disorganised. They also seem to have this thing about viewing rights; they're afraid of getting sued or something, it's rather stupid. Nevertheless, we didn't end up watching Magnolia; I ended debating suicide and abortion with a law student, then we watched 12 Angry Men.

12 Angry Men is fantastic. It's better than Tom Cruises's face atleast. I really, really advise you to go watch it. Haven't seen the remake, and I hope I don't soon see it.

You know that one he does, the one when he's running? That face.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Let me say just one thing

I just love molded plastic. The miracle of chemistry!

Now that my laundry is out of the way, lemme continue.

Goddam I love the korz. I didn't realise just how much I missed him, and I hate myself for it. Since when did I want to be this? He's still absurdly good-looking. Ugh, now i'm embarrassed. Which is the real deal; embarassment is one thing, admitting it is another.

I've had to reluctantly admit to myself that I really enjoy television, possibly more so than films. Am I a bad person now? There's so much good stuff out there that I could spend the rest of my life just watching good, enjoyable television...or so I feel. Maybe i'll exhaust all of it.

Assignmenting goes badly! C'mon now, love yourself. Or so she says.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

From one cat to another

It's been over two weeks now, and I still don't have the right words to say, nor do I have mental space-time to formulate them. So, I will let Mr. Murakami take over, for he is a better man than I.


Mimi screwed screwed up her long white whiskers and frowned. "I'd rather not think that, or even imagine it, but it is a possibility. Mr. Nakata, I haven't lived all that many years, but i've seen terrible things I never could have imagined. Most people look at cats and think what a life - all we do is lie around in the sun, never having to lift a finger. But cats' lives aren't that idyllic. Cats are powerless, weak little creatures that injure easily. We don't have shells like turtles, nor wings like birds. We can't burrow into the ground like moles or change colour like a chameleon. The world has no idea how many cats are injured every day, how many of us meet a miserable end."



On the Monday of the 23rd day of July, my cat was hit by a car. The impact severed her spinal cord, and paralyzed her from the waist down. There was nothing that could be done; she was put down and passed away peacefully. She was a good cat, and young. She did not deserve this.