Monday, April 19, 2010

Ultimate Morning Process (which I wanna have)

Wake up at six.

Facebook about waking up at six.

Toilet to allow deflation of the bladder, accompanied by morning thunder.

Shower. A nice, warm, thorough scrub.

Teeth brushed, flossed. Face scrubbed, feeling very clean.

Quiet time.

Hair merged with a little wax. Deodorant or cologne sprayed on, depending on whom I'm meeting. Deodorant for men. Cologne for ladies.

Pick out clothes! If its cold, jeans with a shirt. Some socks and some shoes. Normally vans. If I feel like it, pants and slippers!

Downstairs for some breakfast!

Red beans heated, eggs fried.

Coffee made with coffee maker, mixed with milk to produce a welcoming latte.

Falling going back to sleep only to wake up at eleven.

Facebook about waking up at eleven.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Sleepy.

Mine eyes are shutting. Quietly, slowly, deliberately. Demanding that I stop, demanding that I sleep. I refuse. There's work to be done.

There's posts to write, friends to chat with, friends to make. Scenes to enjoy, movies to watch. Assignments to be done. Lectures to attend.

There's things to become, things to move on from. Things to fight for, things to figure out. Time to grow. Time to know how to grow.

But this time, my the muscles around my eyes quietly soothe my mind with a gentle melody. A soft string ensemble choiring me to rest. I am tired, I want to give in. I want to fall asleep in a theatre with the ochestra of my senses lullabying me. Winking at me, smilling at me. Gently stroking my face, to sleep.

My bed beckons. Fresh smells. Familiar smells. The colors of beige, light blue and some yellow. The warm afternoon sun peeking cheekily through my window blinds. My pillow welcoming me. My blue blanket, delightfully cool as my legs rub against the fabric. My beige mattres sinking into my body. I turn my head to my clock, and give in to the lullaby.

I'm asleep.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Sat down. Wanna Study.

The green cup on my table has drops of coffee stains all over one side of it. It looks happy, sort of pimpled with brown farts of caffeine speckled on it. Its half an hour to three, and I've done all I've needed to do. I've turned myself into a major hurricane and swept up my room, using the full entirety of my barometric power to throw bits and pieces of my room into order. I've turned myself into a Japanese industrial packaging machine kachunking my clothes into neat little squares. Stuffing my socks into amusing little balls.

Caffeine is cheekily floating through my veins dumping adrenaline and causing a complete mess of themselves. Floating on red rubber barges with their orchestral instruments while playing covers of disco pop as they cruise up and down my blood stream. No wonder my fingers are starting to shake.

Despite increasing efforts to keep my room in shape, atrophy steps in every five minutes, giving my possessions a hi five and proceeding to have a dance battle. My books get thrown about, my pens somehow lodged in never before seen places. My handphone somehow manages to grow itself little Nokia legs and do the boogie before running off into a fold of a shirt somewhere in my room. The plugs and power points stare blankly at me as though saying," we could help you if we wanted to but we're inanimate objects." Wonderful help they are.

Regardless! My room is clean, I just drank mah coffee and I need to study. Now to look for someone to study with!


Saturday, April 10, 2010

Wanted.

Sunlight, fresh air and unicorn sprinkles of love. What more could I possibly ask for? Apparently quite a couple of things. However, it must be noted that these are things I want. Having the cash and blessing to get them, I believe I'd rather just save and buy some book sitting on some shelf with a catchy title and a preposterous name. But I really want them!

1) Nissan GT-R




Sigh....

The Nissan GT-R was made with cornering and handling in mind. That said, it still goes at the speed of insane fury, making jet fighter sounds at high speed turns. Fury also made the fastest speed record for a production car at the Nurburgring circuit. Modeled and shaped for a more masculine look instead of the usual European blonde stylings, it is boxy, yet somehow; stunningly beautiful. And because it performs so well, it politely samurais the Porche 911 Turbo as one of the world's best production supercars. And costs less.

2) Aviators.




These look fashionably revelant. First, these shades were made for World War 2 airmen by RayBans. The distinctively tear dropped shades were crafted so they could fit perfectly into the flight goggles the airforce pilots wore. And because they allowed sun and glare protection, military pilots had visual advantages in day missions and dogfights.

They hit public fame when General Douglas MacArthur walked onto the Phillipine Beach during the Allies' Pacific campaign wearing aviators. MacArthur then gritted his teeth and gave the I-look-as-cool-as-beans look and the military paparazzi went crazy! Lady Gaga what? The American public went wild with them and so did the rest of the world.


3)RISK. The game of global domination.



Since I can't conquer the world. I'll settle for the game. But it's so expensive!!

Not only is it an awesome game, it was grounbreaking at the time it was invented. Made by a French film maker Albert Lamorrisey ( who that?) it was the most cutting edge production boardgame of its time.


The prototype RISK boardgame was fitted with pseudo guided missiles, tractor beams and robot controlled machine guns. The Hasbro board deemed it too dangerous (SISSIES) and decided to use plastic pieces instead.


I've realized now I've run out of things that I want so frivolously. Or maybe its the assignments calling out my name. Regardless, take note, these are things I WANT. Not NEED. But sigh... I really want them.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Violin

I remember walking into my violin teacher's house at night with my parents. We were looking for a new violin because my old one was a little too old. I seriously loved that old violin though, it had the warmest sound, and the gentlest nature and was as as forgiving as the nice girl in class who used to lend you her only eraser. But somehow, it just didn't let you express what you wanted to. It was that, gentle, forgiving and soft. I needed a new violin, those grade fives ain't easy.

I battered my persuasive eyelashes at my parents, willing them somehow into providing me a new violin. However, their breaking point came when I finally passed my grade five and my teacher commented, the kid needs a new violin.

Mr Boey, I (masculine version of hearts) you much.

I sat down in my teacher's home. There were five newly crafted violins, never played for more than an hour by anyone. Each with their own distinct sound, appearance and smell. Yes, smell. Every violin has a sort of oaksy scent, though its made from maple. It smells wooden, organic, living, inviting you to pull a bow across its strings. So I did.

Across each of them I pulled my teacher's bow, a five thousand dollar stick with horsehair. Each unique in its own way, having been handcrafted in China. Thing about China is that, they normally export their violins over to luthiers Europe to have them fine tuned, normally to have a little engraving on the scroll of the violin, and to stick their english brands and an extra thousand dollar price on what was a cheaper violin.

Mine was straight from China, raw with minute chips in its outlines and slight mistakes in its varnish.

I tried every violin, not sure what I was looking for because I played my older, darker violin. I opened the last violin case and the first thing I noticed was how brightly orange the violin was. it has a diamond shaped splatch of darker orange on its back and brownish tiger stripes all over. As I drew a note, the first sounds were brash, loud and piercing. Like a lady dressed in a red dress screaming obscenities. Regardless, I played through, running through a scale. It was difficult to play because the strings were positioned further from the the fretboard.

But it was so vivacious! Resonant and vibrant! It could run from this end to that end, screaming rogue pitches whenever you didn't pay attention. The sound was pure, beautiful in no ways subtle, unless you tried very hard for it to be.

I didn't like it.

But my parents did and so did my teacher, thing was, it was so different from my old violin. Like a demure next door girl traded for a loud, brash, vivacious 19 year old. I was terrified.

Joseph, I think you better just go get this violin. And I got it after some uhhhs and ahhhss...

Having written this, my orangy violin is still with me. Mellowed down and warmer but and still brash as fury. Still difficult to play. It's lying there in my closet leaning on my suitcases. After three years, and alot of learning, I still take it out to play whenever I'm stressed or in need of a pick me up. Thing is, I gradually realised that it's sound was indeed beautiful. But I didn't know because i was so used to my old violin.

One day, switching back to my old violin, the sound was warm, as usual. But so boring and dry. So lacking in expression. Then I realised, that I liked my new violin.




















Discalimer: The writer only has a passing grade for grade five and is in no ways pro at the violin.

Friday, April 2, 2010

Feels Like..

Huge apologies for not updating.

Life has been a whirlwind, ending with me so thankful, yet thirsty for more.

I've realized what an idiot I've been, yet still agonizing over decisions I've made.

I make my bed each morning, clean my dishes, wash my clothes, fold them when their done.

Eat indo mee when I couldn't be bothered to cook.

I feel like I've got so much to learn, I don't know where to start.

I feel like a little kid looking at the stars, trying to learn how to be the sky.

Slowly larh. Hee hee.

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