I haven't posted an awful lot in the past couple of days due to my research on bamboos. Along the way, I was surprised by these images. I knew Frank Gehry was commissioned to make some things by Tiffany & Co, but nothing prepared me for this:
'Nuff said. Fashionistas, ditch your bling-bling garbs and get your hands on one of these sleek babies.
Today is Google's 8th birthday.
It has come a long way from a joint venture between two uni kids to the information behemoth it is today. What the heck, 8 years in humanity's term is nothing, this is just the start!
Here is what those designers at Google has come up with for this particular occasion:
Happy birthday, Google.
It turns out there isn't much in my creativity bank I need to literally visit a museum or go out somewhere to observe something every other day! The peacock idea is undoubtedly a common first-response thinking result, and it isn't something that is going to win a competition. For now, the peacock will just sit nicely on my sketchbook. Sigh... well, experienced design teachers are bound to know the industry's nooks and crannies more than I do. That's why I listen to them -__-
Anyway, I found this interesting questionnaire/meme on b's blog. Let's get on with it.
» One book that changed your life
The Bible. It significantly influences my way of thinking and the way I live.
» One book you’ve read more than once
*glances at stack of books under the table* Kateigaho, 2006 autumn issue... alright, it's a magazine! Dusk Till Dawn is another that I've leaved through for many times.
» One book that you’d want on a desert island
One of those fashion illustration books with a reflective/shiny/holographic hardback cover. They're good for signalling :p (do you know that using reflective items to attract attention when marooned can increase the chance of being rescued?)
» One book that made you laugh
It's not how good you are, it's how good you want to be. (The cash cow illustration is plain hilarious.)
» One book that made you cry
Paulo Coelho's By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept.
» One book that you wish you had written
Whatever you think, think the opposite. I want to have that kind of out-of-the-box, lateral thinking.
» One book you wish had never been written
Publications flunk and books don't always have something worthy to say to its reader, but I don't I would wish for any book to not be written in the first place. Sometimes we just don't realise how good a book is until we stumble upon crappy ones. This is why I'd rather exist along with substandard-quality books.
» One book you are reading at the moment
Minaret by Leila Aboulela.
» One book that you’ve been meaning to read
Fashion design process innovation and practice. Essential reading material.
» Tag five others that you’d like to do this meme
Do I have to? Oh well. The honour goes to my dad, ww, winged0ne, Devi, Mely and calad. (Alright, that's six, but I do want to know what they're up to.) I'm sure you six are avid book readers :D pretty please?
Time. To. Sleep. Yawn... lucky there are no classes on Wednesdays (for now), but gotta wake up early to go to the bank. Will also need to register for extra language classes... which means there are no sleeping in tomorrow/this morning 9__9;
Take care!
In the lifestyle arena, Fashion is often represented as the fickle sister of Style. This is common thinking... until today's catalyst question at class bothered us: what does the word 'fashion' mean?
After a lengthy discussion, we came to our conclusion. Here is our account on what fashion means:
- an individualised representation of group identity
- more than just the clothes and the accessories; it encompasses art, music, food, lifestyle and many other things...
- a constantly moving way to project oneself
- a means to maintain the mental health and wellbeing of a large number of people by introducing change in stagnant lives
So far so interesting. What do you think of it?
On Friday I went to a Modigliani exhibition at RA. It was amazing to see a man whose life was cut short by alcohol and substance abuse achieved a level of maturity in his works. What I mean by maturity is not how photographically representative his pictures are; it is about expressing his ideas of his paintings' subjects using his 'vocabulary' of colours, strokes and shapes. Modigliani is well-known to paint his subjects with oval heads and elongated necks, and with a tranquil grace that belies whatever rage was going on between the subject and him.
What also impressed me on a personal level was the fact that a certain lady by the name of Jeanne Hébuterne played a major role in his life. Well, we all agree than anything can happen when sparks fly. She was an up-and-coming young female artist, talented in her own right, who ended up becoming the love of his life (good on her.) The conclusion I draw from this case is that it's amazing to see how companions help each other. A friend of mine at high school once mused, "for every great man, there is a great woman behind him." Each half inspires and complements the other half.
This brings me to the chicken-or-egg-first-like issue: what is the exact relationship between science and art? Surely science has donated much to the advancement of the humankind (e.g. longer life spans, better medicines, chemical and technological breakthroughs). What has art done other than a few pieces in need to be perpetually shielded and cared for?
This boils down to our brain: our brain is divided into three parts (the left side, the right side and the 'trunk'.) The 'trunk' is always needed so the spotlight is now on the left and right sides. The left half of the brain is the logical (scientific) side of brain, whereas the right half is imaginary (artistic) in nature. Scientific advancements are being adopted in artistic disciplines as they greatly improve the way these artists create and deliver their works. However, the scientists themselves need to be inspired... and who tickled their inspirations? None other than the artists themselves. The feeding-off action doesn't work in a strictly linear and measurable manner (it is contemptuous to assume every idea will flourish into a full-scale innovation.) Without one, the other cannot survive.
I wish the public understands how important general art education is to improving a well-rounded understanding of the world, and so that they act in an accordant manner to this aim.
Today's vent-my-spleen is enough for the time being. Now, on today's choice of song.
In My Fair Lady, a certain rough and uneducated girl was transformed into a high-society lady who is creme de la creme of every young women. This illustrates transformation comes when one makes a decision to change and persevere towards realising that goal. I was talking to a long-time primary school friend over the phone the other day. We shared about the peaks and troughs of what we are going through, and it dawned on us that we need to start the change ourselves if we want to bring one into our lives. We can't bicker, sit around and just wait for change to somehow fall upon us like a durian would. Well, I won't recommend sitting under a durian tree either.
As for me, I need to change. It's one month into living at somebody else's residence (not of someone related by blood to my family), and I am learning more that I would or could have learned had I lived in a students' hall. My landlady is notoriously strict with safety procedures, and my [other] housemate particularly finicky with things being in order! I'm grateful for having to go through this whole experience. The interactions I have in this house, although not always pleasant, are definitely useful in shaping my characters. To be an ideal tenant/housemate/landlady, I still have a lot to learn from them.
(And yes, the Swedish has a lot to offer on storage tips. Haven't quite made it to Ikea.)
Alright, it's beauty sleep time now :)) Comments are most welcome. Have a good day!
Two hilarious bit of news for today: here and there.
Filling up space is easier than making it. Gosh! I don't know where my borrowed library books should be kept, let alone any art junk I'm bound to accumulate within the next year. I'm so keen to get rid of the TV in my room >__>; is it possible to do so at all? (Probably not. Gah.)
It's time to think like the Swedish do...
(And for now, I'm hitting the mattress. Just finished reorganising my room. Will post from uni tomorrow.)
I'm turning into a Moleskine addict. The overdosis goes like this: a memo pocket to keep all those little bits of paper and photographs, a journal to record interesting things in letters, a plain notebook to record visual images, a diary to help me manage the hours in a day. I'm considering of getting a Japanese pocket album as it will be handy for trips... hehehe... Yoshi inspired me.
The proper classes are yet to prove that they are indeed interesting. I went to a photography class today; sophistication of techniques is definitely not the order of the day, but a progressive visual record is what the teachers are looking for. I'm somewhat disappointed students are not allowed to borrow a SLR camera for multiple-day trips. The good thing is, there is little need to get something high-tech as a camera phone will suffice (it's a fashion course after all, not a photography one.) All those being said, I feel a bit competitive and I actually want to have a stunning set of images in my photo journal, like the pictures of rust and public garden I took in Melbourne.
Most of the BA students from my ELUPP class are going to Portsmouth today. Mag, Bobo, Yuko and I are stuck in London since we are FE students and have classes already -sucky!! Oh well, I'll make sure I go to Cambridge, Oxford or Windsor before the term ends.
London is gearing up into autumn. I woke up to the smell of rain (and overcast grey skies) today, which heralds how the weather will be like for the next half-year period. I'm a winter person, but I miss the azure blue sky too...
The landlady's generous loan of a laptop ends sometime this weekend. In the meantime, I will be accessing the internet from the labs at uni. Internet stalls are abundant but I'm not too keen on spending £1 on a one-hour internet access service... I'd rather spend it on two McDonald's apple pies and keep a penny for myself. Tee hee ^__^
I will soon find out from the IT guy whether I will need a laptop for the studies, or whether a desktop will suffice. A laptop is a de rigueur of a student's life, yet a desktop is definitely more reliable for vector drawings and image manipulations.
Oh, there was a funny task at photography class we were supposed to do. The class was divided into five groups, and each student was given a piece of paper with a number of things to photograph (the lists were identical.) Some of the things on the list are:
- wooden spoon
- fish
- horse
- wheel barrow
- traffic cone
- traffic light
- sweetcorn
- swede
It was a hilarious session as our group got desperate and started snapping a toy horse and decorative fish made out of see-through fabric. It's an amusing way to learn to keep my eyes peeled and be aware of everyday things I usually take for granted.
Alright, that's all for now... tonight it's back to research on WSGN. Today's song came from a CD I left in Melbourne; it's by Sergio Mendes & Brazil 66. I sorely miss a fine clear day!
Why don't we take a little piece of summer sky
Hang it on a tree
For that's the way to start to make a pretty world
For you and for me
And for the sun we'll find a lemon bright balloon
You can hold the string
Oh can't you see that little world of ours will be
The prettiest thing
We can gather rain enough for the stream
To hold our happy faces
When we want a breeze, I'll blow you a kiss or two
Take me in your arms and our little world
Will be the place of places
Nothing left to make but breakfast and love
We'll hang a little sign that just says Paradise
Population two
For that's the way to start to make a pretty world
For me and for you
For you
It's what I wanted to do, to do
To make a world for you
Okay, I know... I usually title my blogs according to a song's lyrics that I deem suitable for the blog's topics and mood. Now I would like to extend this priviledge to a bevy of books I have previously read. Hopefully it'll get you interested in reading the particular book, or at least skimming it off.
(I wish there are more high-quality bookshops in Indonesia. Went through a hard time for having to order many things off the internet.)
Following in the manner of writing structure I was re-immersed in during ELUPP, there are a couple of things I would like to express in this post. Okay, okay, it gets a bit formal... I kind of need it myself since I tend to forget lately. It's some sort of sign of ageing (don't like it to happen to my brain) but oh well, this shall serve the purpose.
I would like to give kudos to these three ladies who deserve it well, displayed in ascending numbers):
Hope the pictures come out alright. Almost all girls gave valuable feedback on each other. The sole reason I put these three's pictures is because they braved themselves enough to confront my shortcomings when my flaws surface, risking themselves to be viewed as a 'busybody' or 'know-it-all' person by irritating another girl. However, I respect them for their rebukes as these proved the three as being observant, open-minded and courageous. They are the ones who came home with a definite learning experience and a transformed mind. Thank you for your well-meaning support... I love you all and hope to see you when I'm around ^__^
(Yeah, you three are famous as hell now ;p Don't worry, I'm using your formal portraits. The candid pictures stay in my camera.)
Secondly, it's back to the issue of super-skinny models. As I have mentioned in my previous post, I do not approve of unnatural ways to alter one's experience. It is possible to achieve a better figure (be it of a larger or smaller dress size) by improving one's diet. What I imply by the word 'diet' in this context is the way one eats; its meaning is not restricted to "reducing one's intake of calories" - please refer to the first meaning of this Oxford Dictionnary entry, the first being its original interpretation. However, as we humans consist of an assorted bunch of people with differing genes, this means that it is statistically and realistically nearly impossible for one to possess the genes to 'a perfect mannequin body', with models being the genetically weird exception. This implies that if one tries to train one's body to this idealised mannequin-like body when it is not meant to be such, one is not respecting the body. In relation to these body-bending efforts, Albert Camus once said: "Nobody realises that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal."
Don't be normal, just be yourself. A weird self is perfectly acceptable and, contrary to your belief, is interesting enough on its own.
(Anne, that applies to you too.)
(...I should really thank Aesop for being so generous in educating its customers.)
Talking about food, I found out that the soba-somen-sweet potatoes trio does its job in clearing up my pimples and making myself less sluggish. Plus, they are easier to prepare than cooking rice on top of a stove. Yes, you can tell me I was stupid enough not to bring a rice cooker along to England, but this just proves I can survive without it sans instant rice. I gave up the hope of eating instant rice well back into my high school days, when my exchange mother's well-meaning attempt to serve a rice dish caused her to buy and cook the six-minute box of instant rice at Carrefour.
I have lately been cooking up semi-vegetarian meals on weekdays for two reasons: (1) the sinshe (i.e. Chinese doctors) I met told me I need to detox (2) vegies are faster and easier to cook than meat, and they are less pricey too. Vegies are actually pretty nice and score good mileage in terms of keeping oneself full. These are my staple food items:
- wakame » proper unseasoned seaweed
- sweet snap peas » nice and crunchy
- fresh shiitake mushrooms » pretty affordable and look substantial in comparison to wilt-looking blanched enoki, and they are better than the dried variety since I won't need to spend time soaking them up
- ciabatta bread » usually baked fresh hence it contains no preservatives; goes well with e.v.o.o.
- milk and yogurt » very handy for thickening up sauces; good for breakfast too
- honey » goes with yogurt; good to have to bolster one's immunity in case of runny nose or a high body temperature
- garlic » gives off a nice garlicky smell I guess...? :p Assists to control high-blood tension too
- 'traffic light' capsicums » I love colours in my dish ^o^
Contrary to what is generally assumed to be my diet for people of my build, I eat. An awful lot of food. My dearest cousins-cum-housemates and uni friends will happily vouch for me on the ferocity to which I devour food. I watch the quality of food that I eat, but generally I just don't care that much ^__^;>
(For bokap and nyokap, I hope this post shall well serve the purpose of informing you that I am looking after myself well. Don't worry about me too much ^__^ )
Oh bokap, I also want to tell you that fresh dates taste normal. I got a sample from a fruit seller today; shared it with Anne. It was a bit tarty at first bite and wasn't as sweet as the dried variety, but it tastes good nevertheless. Oh yeah, contrary to what we believe, fresh dates can be eaten fresh.
I also wanna share how I successfully battled my pimples within the past two months without taking Chinese medicines (they cost a fortune in here.) It was down to what I normally eat (see above), daily servings of pu'erh tea, the two-dinar rice powder I bought in Dubai plus this breakout cream-and-powder thing (i.e. my 'breakout nukes') I got in here. I have tried doing without one of the four on my lazy days and the remaining three (or two, or one) wouldn't work. Oh, and lots of good plain water.
The only gripe I have for London, apart from the astronomical prices of things, is that it's somewhat dirtier than Jakarta. Can it be attributed to me getting around on public transportation and on foot? Ibeth once remarked to me that her feet got so dirty for walking around town in sandals; I definitely wouldn't try doing this in Jakarta. They are 110% guaranteed to be dirty, both the footwear and the feet.
Finally, on the topic of being fashionably late. Being late is definitely not something on a fashion designer's book - you wouldn't dare to finish your show collection three hours late since everything is timed to the minute. The teachers are notoriously finicky when it comes to being on time, or even early. At the moment I'm still looking for which link on the fashion supply chain ultimately projects this image of lateness to the whole industry for the general public's heuristics. I'll get back to this at the end of the academic year (please remind me in case I forgot.)
Okay, I guess you're kinda confused/bored/enraged/amused by this post. The book is really interesting, though, as the phenomenon is applicable to people of all races and gender. You might wanna read it to discover that it is possible to have it all: eat what you want and be happy with your body figure. Go ahead and have a read! Have a good day, I'm off to bed now.
It turned out I'm not the lone economic-minded person in my class: Adele has a Masters degree in accounting under her belt. Yay! ^^
The infamous 'equipment list' (cue word for "fork out your cash and plastics") was finally out today. I was lucky the college shop had already run out of things when I got there; it meant I would have less pressure of getting my things then and there. It also meant that I would have a chance to find something different, too... SoHo was littered with fabric and art shops, and I managed to pick up a neat A3 folder with bonded leather cover. It's definitely a stand-out to what most people will have, and it will be less likely to be accidentally swapped with somebody else's. Worked out to be cheaper, too ^^
I have been doing my finances for the couple of days, and the outlook is rather ghastly. It is a totally different experience to subject your spending patterns to merciless classifications and tough analysis in place of another company's checks and balances. Groceries were a bit steep but I was expecting it to be so, given the state of the food cabinet shelves and my allocated space in the fridge. I eat a lot. At the end, the largest outlays were for basic eating out (out of hunger) and snacks. Er, yeah.
(Marsha going through 6 hours without food? That is rare.)
One interesting fact to know is that my college has a digital fabric printing machine. They cost a fortune, but luckily now it turns out I would need to neither buy nor rent them. Sweet! :D So that's where all those tuition fees go to...
There is this current issue in London whether fashion shows should ban size zero (read: super skinny) models. To be statistically correct, size zeros are not the norm; they are the exceptions. The general public subjected to these campaigns are general (read: within the normal ranges) and consequently one is less likely to have a size zero body... unless you're blessed/cursed with a hyperactive thyroid gland or weird genes. A person should never force oneself to be what one is not; that includes accepting one's body size and not coveting others. Hmmm... I like fuller figures too, but I don't think sending size 16 models down the catwalk will improve people's body image in the long run. Trying to become like what the models are like (whether they are svelte or curvy) does not cure one's insecurity; it simply fuels the desire to conform to 'the ideal body' even more.
Well, I have very little to complain for. Going through life is like driving in the countryside: the road has bumps, but it also has plenty of good views to enjoy. One last sentence to sum this post up with:
"Dreams are vitamin for the soul."
Good night! (Or rather, good morning ^^)
One day she passed him by
A twinkle in her eye
He said "she was meant for me!"
But when he turned around
He lost what he had found
Oh where can his Lilly be?
Lilly comes when you start to call her
Lilly runs when you look away
Lilly leaves kisses on your collar
Lilly, Lilly, Lilly, Lilly, stay!
He searched the city streets
He tempted her with treats
But nobody stopped to taste them
Some are in his pocket
Some are in a locket
He couldn't bring himself to waste them
Ever since she's gone
Some days he can't go on
She ruined him for another
Pressed up against the glass
He prays that she will pass
Now he's living with his mother
Lilly comes when you start to call her
Lilly runs when you look away
Lilly leaves kisses on your collar
Lilly, Lilly, Lilly, Lilly, stay!
This post is some humour for our sanity. The twenty-five-year-old bicker between a giant David and a giant Goliath is [somehow] here. As I have stated two days ago: guys and girls... enjoy the pictures. Images are courtesy of a fellow netter who went to Apple's convention last year. Thanks heaps!
Referring to your competitor's plan in your ad, then undercutting it. It's like hitting two birds with one stone.
Q: What kind of game is it? A: It's a race!
Bosstalking somebody else. Cheeky.
Houston, keep your eyes peeled.
Read this if you feel like experimenting with something, be it anything novel or curious to you.
Running your life is not about being correct to the dot or pleasing somebody else. It's about being able to look back on it and cherishing yourself for making decisions you don't regret.
Take care, and good morning :D
Aqui nosotros somos los mejores
No te me ajores
En la pista nos llaman los matadores
Haces q cualquiera se enamore
Cuando bailas al ritmo de los tambores
Esto va pa las gatas de to colores
Pa las mayores, pa las menores
Pa las que son mas zorras que los cadazores
Pa las mujeres que no apagan sus motores
Tenemo' tu y yo algo pendiente
Tu me debes algo y lo sabes
Conmigo ella se pierde
No le rinde cuentas a nadie
No le rinde cuentas a nadie
As a devoted user of graphic manipulation programs, the naughty thought of hosting an Apple computer at home was irresistable but nevertheless seemed like a dream. The closest brush to owning an Apple was when I returned to Indonesia last year, being offered to choose a computer (ahem, a PC-based machine) of my liking. Indonesia is a staunchly committed PC nation, no need to wonder why.
I have been having a lookout for close to a month, and rather intensively for two weeks by now. It's rather enticing to purchase an iMac over a custom-built PC, although the price of a 17" MacBook Pro is still prohibitive. Sure, there will be teething problems like waiting for universally coded programs... but the harddisk can be partitioned to facilitate both Windows and Mac. It might be able to be reconfigured to fully run on Mac when these programs come out.
As for its PC-based laptop contender, HP Pavillion's dv8333 is still on consideration. It has in-built memory card reader (but then you can buy one of those for £10), yet the 17" display is not as bright and vibrant as I expected. I'm going to find out about whether I really need a laptop at uni. If not, I might be able to get a 20" (!) iMac for the kind of price HP commands. The iMac would have better display, too...
I do have some interesting pictures I came across while roaming around the web today, but I haven't quite figured out how to post them on Blogger beta (made the switch last night.) The switch makes it possible for me to post according to the time where I'm stationed right now, so hooray for that! ^^ I'm still working out what features will be most beneficial... oh well. I'll get back to it tonight.
I better get going now. Will get back with some sort of interesting news later on. Take care!
Just checked this article my Dad sent me some time ago. I couldn't access it from work back in Indonesia, so I forwarded it to myself and just came across it this morning. It's a particularly useful thing to know in our bogus claims-filled world. Check it out for your own caveat emptor in buying health products.
The other thing is about the date/timing. The post couldn't be time-specified because the posting time bar didn't appear (technical problem?) I registered when I was in Melbourne, hence they took in my Melbourne time as the default. Yikes and sucky. Oh well anyway, it's just before 8AM when I'm doing this blog, so you may count the time difference yourself.
Keep your eyes peeled.
It's important to keep a cool head at all times and not do things reactively. Why am I saying this? I originally planned to write about the exhibition I went to at Hayward Gallery, but got distracted by my hot-headedness on that scratch-and-run gentleman. I just realised that I completely forgot about it until I was on the bus to the market this morning. Well then, isn't a composed mind an important state to attain?
(This is where art comes in; studying art helps one to reassess one's actions and intentions from a bystander's point of view. More funding for grassroot art studies, please! :p)
There were a lot of weird things in the gallery. It's a pity we weren't allowed to take pictures... I'm guessing the museum's management may want to milk some cash from its visitors through purchase of exhibition catalogues. Anyway, a work by the name of Nunhead was made from two crystal-encrusted BMW engines. The artist poured copper sulphate all over the engines, and consequently blue sapphire-like crystals grew on it. It's pretty cool... I guess I'll find some rotten engines and pour copper sulphate the next time I need some stones to make jewellery with ^^
[Interlude: I didn't go to BBC Proms this year. The fireworks can be seen and heard from my room, but I was a glutton. More explanation on this later.]
Another work that was captivating and personally liberating was done by Gustav Metzger, titled Historic Photograph: To Crawl Into - Anschluss, Vienna, March 1938. The work, a photograph printed on foamex and covered with cloth, was spread on the floor and was supposed to be seen by literally crawling into it. This guy's way of thinking is ingenuous as he successfully guides the viewer through his theme and evokes the kind of emotions he wants the viewer to experience. The way the artist delivered his work was somewhat similar to the kind of PK games Yaki used to play. In the end, Mag and I dared ourselves to get down and dirty 'the proper way', and we were laughing out loud when we came out. Everybody who went saw the work the way it is intended to be seen were laughing hard as we shared our experiences.
Now, about the BBC Proms (you can Google it up.) I was planning to go there, but I was still at home by 4PM... and chose to be a glutton instead. So I ended up meeting with Fi to have a huge dinner at Chinatown. Chinese food reminds me of ICM... hahaha... it used to be easily accessible and so affordable! Nowadays I can only have it once a week, or twice at most. There were a lot of stories and perspectives to be shared over dinner this evening. She turned out to have a sweet tooth! Yay! ^o^ Afterwards, we were clueless about what to do, so we decided to grind some pavement with our shoes (i.e. wander around town) as we weren't too keen on getting some desserts. Central London's a bit like Jakarta: always awake but can get a bit unsafe at night. Thank God nothing happened to us ^^
I also crashed the Portobello Market earlier today. It was a long strip of road compared to Camberwell Market's squarish layout, so it took me more time to explore the market than I expected. There were all sorts of cheap and expensive things. I happened to like a particular piece which is way out of my budget... which is sort of good, as I didn't have the ability to pay for it (and hence wouldn't blow my budget.) Sometimes inability to do something may prove to be a blessing in disguise after all... hehehe... I'll be coming back for it :p
Also, there's this interesting article about the battle against the adoption of iTunes as a portal of legal digital music distribution. It may prove to be a David-and-Goliath case in the near future. It makes me rethink my plans for paying for MP3s through iTunes. I don't think I will be using Weedshare though, as its MP3 coding may not be supported by SonyEricsson's proprietary music player program.
Finally, about the blog-posting time. I moved it to GMT, which means this post should really qualify as a Saturday post... we'll see whether it works.
Take care, have a good rest and happy Sunday to everybody else on the other side of the world!
I woke up from a dream about an empty funeral
But it's better than a party full of people I don't really know
Well, they've got hearts to break and burn, dirty hands to feel the earth
There's something in my veins but I can't seem to make it work
Won't work
London is one rude city. Gah.
I was in a bus on my way home this afternoon when a certain gentleman accidentally slapped my face and put two scratches next to my eyes. What amazed me was the way he callously said 'sorry' as if it was just lip service. I do not expect to be treated like an aristocrat but I am not just a thing either; I was expecting a genuine expression of sorry. He didn't have to avoid me like a plague since I wouldn't be bothered to extort some money out of him anyway. Nasty.
The laptop I ordered still haven't made it to the store. It's almost been two weeks since a certain *proud* lawyer got his, and I'm still waiting for mine. We embarked on a search for a 17" laptop with dedicated graphics card a fortnight ago: he settled for a 15.4" with a powerful graphics card while I insisted on my specifications. One good thing about not being near a computer is the inability to be harrased 24/7 by virtual notifications indicating that a real person (most possibly on the other side of the world) has something to talk about. I guess this is what beating internet addiction is all about.
Portobello Market (on a Saturday) is my agenda for tomorrow. I will try to get there early on as the crowd tends to be overwhelming on the weekends... just like Covent Garden in the evening or Oxford Street during the day. Sometimes I wonder whether a female Londoner would spend her mornings 'researching' trends on Oxford Street, her evenings socialising in Covent Garden and her weekends celebrity-hunting in local shopping areas.
Finally, Poland looks as if it was set for the last weekend of this month. Details about the ticket will be clear halfway through the coming week. Fingers crossed! :D
Take care, and have a good weekend everybody!
We try to take it slow
But we're still losin' control
And we try to make it work
But it still isn't the worst
And I'm crazy...
For trying to be your lady...
I think I'm goin' crazy
