Thursday, June 23, 2005
bartending on the freeway
A few things you can do when you have the whole apartment to yourself- Blast music you guess may not go down well with your roomie. You whisper Love Psychedelico, Scissor Sisters, Athlete and live selections from Tori's Piano Bar.
- Crank up food concoctions with strong smells (like kimchi, apple-cinnamon bread pudding, french onion soup and anything to do with fish) which soak into the air in the apartment.
- Chat endlessly and loudly on the phone about ridiculous stuff like botched cosmetic surgeries, cravings for M&S choc chip cookies and how if you pad yourself with lotsa layers of clothing you'll feel no warmer than if you dressed more frugally if you get what I mean.
- Guffaw in a most unfeminine manner as you watch stuff on the computer or the telly. They were screening The Iron Chef, Yakitate! Japan, FMP Fumoffu, aussie football and well, the daily Aussie late nite news.
- Burst the fridge with your own yummies - brie, choc soymilk, celery, meatballs and leftovers of the strong-smelling concoctions you whipped up, amongst a selection of others.
- Jump up and down, jog from one end to another, flail your arms as you attempt to keep yourself warm without having to switch on the heater.
- Conscientiously try to keep the apartment tidy because you know that if it gets icky, the only one to blame is you.
- Enjoy peaceful slumber free of any inconsiderate or unintentional interruptions.
I am loving it, if it has only been for a day so far, and when the fears of loneliness have yet to start kicking in.
lux at 6:35 pm
Sunday, June 19, 2005
one-uppance
And things just get better and better. New webbies simply exist to thumb their noses at the oldies, 'Watch me.'Watch the right hand side of this blog carefully, and let Live.
lux at 10:23 pm
Friday, June 17, 2005
re-union dinner
This post comes much delayed, owing to my tardiness when it comes to uploading pics from my camera. I feel like knocking some energy into my digicam. The feathery effects in the pics weren't intentional, they came kind courtesy from a machine with slow shutter speed and mechanical Alzheimer's disease.
tip the bowl!
karen, nick, xinyan, aikers, yenie (& hannah and kev who somehow didn't quite stick their faces into the frame...)
that'd be me, a cheesecake and 2 boxes of mochi
yenie and kev! (which means hannah doesn't appear at all!)
me and xy
Thanx everyone for a great time at dinner! Really appreciated the effort you all went through to plan a steamboat dinner in Melbourne right smack in the middle of winter! Wonderful memories to remember my twentieth with +>
lux at 10:32 am
Saturday, June 11, 2005
the harakiri of his dreams
-deviantart.com-
lux at 3:19 pm
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
I want to share this with...
It's quite a pleasant, if not ironic, surprise to open an Internet browser window to google.com and realise that it is commemorating the birthday of Frank Lloyd Wright. Right together with my own. It is quite a joy thinking that I shared a birthday with an internationally-renowned architect if not for the fact that he is already long deceased. And that being born under the same stars in different eras does not mean that I will inherit the talent and good reputation he had.And then I realise that there are a few more peeps I know who share the same birthday as me. I know I should be glad that I am not the only one who feels a tad different, very likely special, on this day. I really should not be a sourpuss and whine about how more ordinary I feel... but well we all get a bit selfish sometimes.
So my birthday pressie for myself, so kindly sponsored by my (blissfully unaware, though I'm sure they won't mind it too much +>) parents is that two hour rendezvous at Hamer with Tori. And, I know it's more than one (but Tori was a month ago!), a small box of marrakech green tea from T2. It's this middle eastern gunpowder green tea and peppermint blend.
Anyone wants to share a lurvely after-dinner tea moment with me? You're more than welcomed!
lux at 3:09 pm
Monday, June 06, 2005
when addiction's well-meaning.
You are a cappuccino, sipped in the afternoon,
after sex.
You are not trendy; you set trends for others. You
wear black or nothing, and your playlist
alternates Mahler with bands no one else has
heard of. You read Rimbaud in public places,
and you have a vintage poster for La Dolce
Vita hanging over your bed. You pepper
your conversation with quotes from obscure
Jacobean revenge tragedies, and you cackle to
yourself when your lovers assume that you are
quoting I Love Lucy. Your glasses have
designer frames and you do not need them to
see.
What kind of coffee are you?
lux at 12:05 am
Sunday, June 05, 2005
when my Brain is fairyfloss
I am totally devoid of inspiration for my sociology essay. I hate the idea of having to whine about my uni essays on my blog but being so tied for time, and steamed out and I am still going to do so. So tell me, all you great minds, circa. Bourdieu, Giddens, Baudrillard, Melucci, just how does identity coincide with consumerism in a postmodern world? Come on you spirits fill me with your thoughts and endless mumblings about the state of the individual in this world where no meanings' fixed. Confuse me entirely so I can ably warble on for 2000 odd words tricking my tutor into thinking that after reading all your intellectual theses I come out a better, more knowledgeable person very much in touch with the world, thank you.lux at 10:17 pm
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Pulling all the stops and realising you cannot dam the flow
The damp has attached itself to the cold Melbourne air. Yesterday was technically the start of winter and also the next three arduous months. I can feel it in my bones, my jaws firm up and my fingers cannot grip my pen properly. I wake up to an aching body after a night of sleeping all curled-up, in a position dormouse-like.I wear a thick winter coat out and pull the fur-lined hood over my head, hands in my pockets. But I still feel myself shiver when the winds blow. It is perplexing: how can I still feel the chill when I am all huddled up inside my padded third skin? I feel no warmer than if I only had a thin wool cardigan wrapped around me.
I kick and stamp the fallen dried leaves onto the gravel. Others have done likewise, and our combined efforts have firmly pressed them into packs of decomposing paste, all wet and sordid and dead. Leaves grow and fall and die and get swept away. They will never see the sun again. Others take their place and go through that same cycle. This seems like a cycle only to us, for in fact the life of each leaf truly ends when it dies.
At home I boil hot water nearly every hour to fill my tumbler with something simple but good. As I settle down in front of the computer, palms embracing the warm body of my tumbler, I feel content with my immobility. I sip the hot water and then gulp it down when it turns lukewarm and as my cold palms and the air starts eating up its heat.
Any sudden movement by my body causes the cold air to quiver and lick gently against my skin. And suddenly I feel the cold in my bones again. I hurry out to the bathroom and sit gingerly down on the toilet seat, feeling water course out of my body.
Then it is back to the kettle again. Already its metal coil is slowly burning away from all its overwork. I almost feel pity for it. Another round of warm water for my tumbler and the watercloset. I just wonder how much of my life am I going to spend fighting the damp of winter.
lux at 10:38 pm