Do you cyberspacemen actually find this blog interesting? I was revisiting some blogs and in all honesty, I don't really read word for word. Not that I ain't interested, but crazy font sizes and wild layouts do make reading somewhat uncomfortable. Besides, too many blogs to actually read in full...Oops.
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I retitled this post just so that it ain't too out of the ordinary actually. But the funny thing is, I'm suddenly hungry cos it's food...Double Oops.
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And so here I am, not lamenting about things for now. So what's been happening? After that gruelling two weeks out in the wild, and finally making time for the beach last week, things have kind of settled down on its own a little. Not that I'm complaining, I'm not, but I'm just basking in possibilities now. Looking back, I insist, there really ain't a problem till we think there's one.
So off I went for a little shopping 2 days back, looking for a new door bell to replace the broken one at home. Stumbled somehow into this jigsaw puzzle shop with some neat offerings, and was probably there for half an hour just looking at boxes and boxes of wrapped puzzles. Gee...when was the last time you even touched one? I must confess, the resolve to finish it is already daunting, and the thought of actually masking it up and putting it in a frame is...remote. Period.
But being me, the jigsaw-love just can't really go away. All tempted, yet demanding over the final picture that I would form, finally picked a Van Gogh to go with - a 1500-piece puzzle measuring a quarter meter big.
Not that it's my latest fad, but fact remains, puzzles are expensive in this part of the region. For that same box I could probably get half the price I paid on the net, and even lesser at local fairs and market hawkers. Well, it's paid for anyway.
Anywayz, tried picking out a frame for it - didn't really look at the price tag but was kinda concerned about how it would fit, as in, whether the color and texture would compliment. And I kinda asked the storekeeper one of those slap-forehead questions: Do the frames come with glass or plastic faces? To which, the nice chap responded, "Plastic, cos light will cause the colors on the print to fade quite quickly, so the plastic ones will reflect most of the light out." And that reply made me slap my forehead. I mean, c'mon...light remittance of plastic and glass do not differ that much, plus, the plastic for the frames ain't exactly tinted, nor are they thick. So I gamely replied (at the quickest opportunity after suddenly discovering the price-tag at the bottom, which cost double that of my choice puzzle), "Oh. I don't like plastic cos they warp real quick." To which he asked what kind of temperatures am I hanging it in. I then said, quite coolly, that it isn't about the temperature, but plastic-faced frames do not lay flat out, especially when the plastic is thin, which gives a weird warpy reflection against light, regardless of the angle it was put in. For that, I walked away convinced myself. And at least cutting my losses by double.
But the anal thing is now: I gotta find a frame somewhere else. Triple Oops.
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I was with a class earlier on last night, a class of 3D animation students whom I had to give a presentation on music fundamentals. I wouldn't say they were uneducated, but perhaps ignorant of the fact that music had an origin, a beginning, and had a direction in the future.
Now, before you bombard me with theories, I ain't here to pick a fight. I dispensed facts over opinions that's for sure, but as far as I am concerned, I'm not learned in the field of music history; neither, to that effect, would I fully comprehend what each music pioneer thought about their craft. All I know is, it moved us, and we can use it to move someone else. And that was the gist of my class.
Regardless, they were a lively-, goodlooking-bunch, which I definitely appreciate a whole lot more in terms of class size (of 12) as compared to 2 in my last class. Quadriple Oops.
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Lengthy post so far. But it's been a while hasn't it, cyberspacemen?
Exactly 2 years ago, I met with 2 particularly interesting people. An idea was exchanged, and everyone was happy to go along with a plan. There were no big plans, no huge goals, little idealism, except survival and security. A year on, that original idea evolved, and got bigger. Slightly after that, greed gave birth to insecurity, insensitivity, and ego.
If you're reading this: I remember how little we needed to be happy and content.
I guess not anymore.
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Sometime back, a 15 year old girl was run down by a motorcycle. Paramedics arrived within minutes as the crowd gathered, but nobody could offer any form of assistance as she laid in her own pool of blood.
On the spot, the paramedics tried to regain her consciousness to no avail, while the police worked on eye-witnesses and getting statements. And from what they gathered, the girl dashed onto the road for no apparent reason, and was unfortunately run down by the motorcyclist.
However, some eye-witnesses did report that, prior to that accident, the girl was seen somewhat struggling with an old lady, seemingly trying to snatch the old-lady's bags of groceries and handbag. Of course, the old lady was not identified and given any questions whatsoever at that point.
The girl, sadly, was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital due to excessive bleeding from her head injury - she was knocked straight-on and the impact threw her 10 meters out, landing her head-first on the tar-laid road.
The accident was given some attention in the news, and public opinion was divided between the girl being a ruthless young robber, backed by press interviews of families whom labelled her a rebel, while friends commented she was of sincere and enduring character. Thus on, the story ran, inciting emotions, but died as quickly as a sensation arose.
The courts of course, could not determine the exact cause of death, and labelled it an accident.
A day on, a letter to the news forums appeared, written on behalf of an old madam's grandson that read:
"I would like to thank the young girl who came to my aid on (date) as I was being stopped by a man who claimed to be my grandson's friend. He wanted me to hand over any cash and jewellery that I had with me in order to bail my grandson out of police custody after breaking a drink-driving law.
As I panicked and started to remove my jewellery, I spilled my bags of fruits and this girl came forward to help pick them up for me. As she came over, the man walked off without a word, and that was when I wanted to stop him. The girl then asked me what it was about, and as she tried to call out to him, the man ran off. That was when I realised I was almost conned. If not for her, I certainly would have lost my valuables to him.
I thanked her for helping me out, and she politely thanked me back, after which I made my way home. When I got back, I discovered that some of my fruits were lost when I spilled the bag, but I was not concerned. I was thankful to have not been cheated nor tricked.
Two days ago, I saw that same girl whom helped me on the news, and was saddened to know that she had died in a car accident at about the same time and place when I met her.
I am proud, yet sad to know the girl, and what had happened to her. I thank her, and hope that she goes to heaven. My deepest condolesence to the families."
My take: who's to judge?
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Heard about the latest perks and strategies from the ruling party for the coming elections? I hope they win all the wards and constituencies - so that the entire Opposition is wiped out, no more opposition to the ruling party's propositions, no more minority representations, no more alternative suggestions and thoughts, just pure dictatorship.
And that's when all the citizens can be thankful that the country is run by only one single party, and they cannot complain about anything else just because, the government says so, cos they own everything.
Yeah, makes you think if your block's upgrading programme in the opposition wards are really worth going for by voting for the ruling party.
I'm sure voting for the ruling party, so that I can tell the people around me who bitch about the ruling party yet succumb to their own miserable, material wants, to shut the fuck up. I'm sick of hearing complaints. If you're so smart, do something about it.
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I feel stupider by the day. Is it really due to the wisdom tooth? Oh well. I love you cyberspace, because I'm only a face and character of the millions online, and you probably don't give a damn anyway.
Ladies & Gents, presenting...The Sand Player! Building us a...
MOULD!
It's great to be back at the beach, afterall, it's not like everyday you get to be at a place where thinking ceases and relaxation presides. Of course, the sun was always either been too strong or too weak, weather been too humid or too hot, or somewhat to that effect. But nonetheless, if you just kick back and relax, you'd actually find it all worthwhile the trip!
I have a very remote understanding of you; yet, seemingly it is so easy to access your thoughts in a split second, and fully comprehending what it is you want, creating a seamless, straightforward link of knowing to responding. It should be a neat little gift, and of late I have been recognising it and using it to maximum effect. Would you call that abusing a gift?
15 seconds ago I appreciate being able to conceive an idea and putting them in words. 15 seconds after, I think everyone around me should leave that be. I feel exhausted over people's needs, or should I say, I have been exhausted over the needs of people...[pause]
2 conditions to put it away: you think of putting it away and therefore you do; you cannot keep it and therefore you do.
I have a craving.
And absolutely close to destroying something.
And I have a craving, a manic desire that's been brewing since last week after returning to civilisation. And believe me, nothing is coincidental till it becomes accidental. I drew a white line across my tunnel vision to put the dots together today, trying to figure out a manifesto of mine own direction; as it turned out, I created a pentagram of reforged ideas.
I'll always remember rushing across that metallic bridge carrying half a load with someone whom dropped it halfway and caused me to fall forward, nearly breaking my back; yet, I was... made responsible for it by someone who disfavored me. I seeked no redress nor did I used that as an excuse to change a job. But I'd always remember how I was blamed for that incident; I'd always remember how the tears fell uncontrollably that second I hit the floor flat; I'd always remember how that surge of pain in the lower back felt; I'd always remember how unapologetic it had been; I'd always remember to pay back.
Let's see, I can't find anything interesting pictures to post today, so guess we'll stick with text only.
Was reading some blog and one thing I can't stand, outright, is bad language. If it's anything to go by, poor language disrupts the ease of reading. I mean, how can a person be "a sand in your palm; he will interest in a life of a millionaire as much as a life of an old man selling newspaper on a sidewalk vendor."
It can be quite funny sometimes, but definitely a challenge to understand the ideas put forth.
Anywayz, I don't want to lament about the last couple of days tonight. So yeah, good nighty cyberspace =)
Yeah! For a change, what's it like being, you? What's it like being a teacher? or being 18? How about you being depressing? or jovial? What's it like to lose your son? or have 3 generations under one roof? Are you african? What's it like being in africa? What's it like to be a pilot? or zookeeper? What's it like gettin pregnant? Does it hurt? Is it an amazing feeling? How's that amazing feeling like?
What's it like being shy? What do you actually feel? Why hide under some sheets or stammer with words? What's it like being rich? or having nothing to eat for tomorrow? Hey, what's it like being that scorpion in you? or the horse? What's it like to hurt someone? beat him up and make him bleed? or what it's like to be a kind soul to help that disabled person across the road?
I know a lot about myself, yet, people know more about me than myself sometimes. It's strange, and now, I wonder what's it like to be you. You, you, and you.
Gee, come to think of it, that's a lot of things to try out eh? Not much time there to be honest. Let's see if we ever get there.
And it felt like a deep scratch of the nails across my skin when I came to realisation - I'm still very much on my own; enlightenment comes when it is least expected, or perhaps at some point in time we lost ourselves so much so that everything else is attributed to mundane, intangible explanations like luck, fate, and fortune.
Well here we are, and here I am, in my final gear to choose an item of value. I asked someone that, if there is a line-up of men/women, each representing a virtue, what kind of partner would he/she choose?
And someone said she's getting married and asked for my sincere blessings. Now, this one's easy. And someone else said he's getting married, and asked for me to be the Master of Ceremony, now, that, is daunting.
Why does everyone assume I'm like MC material or some kind of attention-seeking dude? I mean, I am to a certain extent, but really so obvious meh?
Coming back, I wrote a neat little song called "Sunrise" earlier on, but the more I listen to it (just the music alone), it feels more and more like solitude. But hey, what's a little difference to make the White stand out from the Black? Which reminds me, somebody once said this beautiful phrase about White and about Black, but the anal thing was, just as I typed all these prelude text, I forgot what it was. Dawgone.
It's been beautiful days so far - jolly good sun, nice warm breeze, and timely passing showers. Makes you sweat and cools you down all the same. Nice.
It's time to make some real feasible plans about our lives, cyberspace!
I used to believe in many beautiful things - that the sun will shine for everyone always, that the moon will smile when darkness falls, and the stars will twinkle just to light our way.
Maybe I am right if I still believe, that one day love will move mountains and honesty will raise the waves.
I'm glad I have you. But tomorrow is another day that I dread wouldn't come.
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It rained a while today, sort of quenching the thirsts of many many who needed it - a ray of hope, a breadth of life. I wasted most of the day waiting to be mobbed by the service, and though it didn't happen, I thought I had a nice quiet day, chatting and sleeping in.
Days like these won't last. I just wish there be more.
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The picture was taken by a colleague when we were out in the field. Just beautiful.
So it is, all done with the circus finally. Tis a good nature walk up to the point the sun came out and the temperatures shot way off the thermoz and fried everyone!
3 days in a row the smothering heat cooked us all alive, and with the barest sleep counted by the minutes, it was interesting to finally see the true selves show - some were just pure plain selfless when it get's too tough, while others let their selfishness take over their minds when it became each man for himself.
And that's sad. For some people I've respected for a long time became that solo monster, it suddenly became awkward to respect them anymore. Such is the world though - but it makes you think what WILL happen in the war zone eventually: it wouldn't be "to kill or not to kill", I think it be "with you or not with you".
I've been maxed out, cyberspace - more rants in the coming days then!
Okay. Been pretty maxed out over the last couple of days, but pretty relaxing and fun too. What's frustrating at this point is - we moved a whole lot of stuff from Point A to Point B and this evening they went up in flames.
An inquiry will ensue, but that doesn't quite make up for the amount of manual work done by 30 over people. Darn.
Do you cyberspacemen actually find this blog interesting? I was revisiting some blogs and in all honesty, I don't really read word for word. Not that I ain't interested, but crazy font sizes and wild layouts do make reading somewhat uncomfortable. Besides, too many blogs to actually read in full...Oops.
