ludicrously speaking

I was talking to a friend on msn today about what to have for lunch.
That conversation triggered this entry;

BREAKFAST, warm and fulfilling. Mainly done in a hurry, washed down with a cup of kopi. Badly neglected as our brains slowly winds into motion for more important things.

LUNCH, is sometimes forced and almost ritual. Seldom interesting, yet we can’t afford to miss as it keeps us going for the rest of the day. Highly unimaginative and predictable.


DINNER, full of hope and joy, the stomach beckons, tingling your taste buds and releases your flood gates of enzymes and saliva! Savouring sweet returns after a hard day’s work. Boundless possibilties, a varied sinful af-fare…

i saw him the other day. and no, i didn’t go to hongkong recently. i was on invite at a heineken green room session on thursday. the location was at a warehouse, filled with people dressed to impress. a japanese dj was spinning some percussion thumping tunes, unknown to me, as i was geared up for some serious drum and bass. Even so, the music was wickedly addictive and got me on my dancing feet in no time. But all that’s besides the point. I saw Andy Hui. Ex-flame of Sammi Cheng. Raw, in person. Cladded in t-shirt and jeans, wearing a cap, failing miserably to remain anonymous in the faceless crowd. And then there was William So, and finally *gasp!* Fiona Xie chilling out near the entrance with them. Surreal not star strucked. Strange combo i felt. Why am i putting in this entry? I duno. Maybe its the need to tell someone you saw a celebrity. And Andy Hui’s not your local starlet you expect to see around. Hmm. That must be it.

For the longest time, i’ve wanted to complete the book and lay my growing suspense and curiosity to rest. But work got in the way.. the mere average 4hours of sleep per night didn’t encourage my will to read.

Tonight, i stand before everyone in glittering pride for i’ve concluded my Da Vinci Code experience. As i flipped to the last facing pages and saw the words “the end” from the corner of my eye, a surge of satisfaction and clarity came upon me. Before embarking on this literary adventure, Leonardo Da Vinci’s works never intrigued me in any way. I’ve studied and read about the man’s work back in my art academy days, but the facts and researches i did seldom mentioned his more fascinating involvement with the Priory of Sion. If i knew better then, my presentation on Borticelli’s work in year one would have been a lot more engaging. (I vaguely recalled someone snoring at the back of the class halfway thru my presentation.) and definitely more convincing.

Even now, The Birth of Venus remains one of my fave Renaissance period painting. With my new understanding on how feminine-symbolism had such a intriguing tie-in with the the exonaration of Mary Magdelene,  i now look at these paintings with a whole new perspective and definitely a lot more respect. I understand i’ve just read a fictitious novel, but the startling revelation of many events mentioned in it were pretty persuasive. I’m leaning towards the truth of the Holy Grail more so than our conventional biblical take on the religion now. It could be just temporary influence, i won’t really know, but what i do know for now, is that i’m feeling mighty good about completing an great exhilarating book. Go read it, my recommendation.

Samaire oh samaire, beauty and style concocted into one unique blend savoured by OC fans around. Let this entry be your shrine. People who reads my blog would come and worship you! You’ve been bestowed by the electic charm of Samaire Armstrong, the goddess who plays Anna Stern.

Nature existed, in Leonardo’s view, not only to be reproduced (e.g., in painting and sculpture), but to be observed, manipulated and improved. In this, he was profoundly influenced by the classical Greek writers, whose books - in the process of be rediscovered and translated during the Renaissance - precede Christianity and investigate all aspects of nature.

it’s about 2am. I’m still at work. This has been my life for the past week or two. i’m constantly having sudden urges to walk out of the studio… pick up my pace and start running…. panick attack? i dunno. i dunno what’s there to know anymore. I’m too tired to work my motives, too drained to try. i miss home. i miss my niece. i miss the luxury of lying in bed with options for my day ahead. i miss my good-for-nothing lazy self. where’s  my sleep? where’s my life? where’s my health?

ignore me. i’m just being whinny. i’m just toughening up for the real world.i’m ok.

I changed my mind. I wanna sing like Josh Groban instead. Sorry bubble-boy.

I caught a vision of a young mother sitting sullenly outside Coffee-Bean one morning. She was brimming with youthfulness, but her expression drowned her vitality. She was frozen, gazing across the streets at random beings, trying to find solace or someone she could identify with. A flawless face laden with weariness, accompanied by those lovely sparkles that sang a tune of melancholy.

And all these while, her young child prances around her, tugging and nudging her occasionally with no answer to her innocence.

i’m a wimp. i don’t know why i’m so tired out these days. Been taking time geting used to the working environment, and its been a huge adjustment for me. Its not that i’ve never worked under such circumstances before, where i dun get enough sleep or be deprived of a life. Just that now i’m having a mental picture of me being trapped in a cyclic existence within the studio, for a long long time to come…. before this, i use to be eager to do more and absorb more, knowing that time is crucial for i’ll be enlisting soon. These days its just hoping i dun fuck up a job, and learn to balance my social life (something that is slowly but surely dimishing) … oh, and get sleep. i feel myself draining away with each passing day.

Ironically, i’m having the most fun working on some really kewl stuff. My mind’s never been more alert or aware of my own responsilbilty (for this i blame the police force for  pampering me too much). And i know for sure, i’m heading towards higher places with my growing knowledge in the field of design. But for now, its back to the drawing table. I need to get cerebrum ticking again for another concept due tomorrow. Yes, sunday too.

my friend dot, is looking for a job.
all around she goes, approaching design-flops.
so she meets me everyday, over dinner and snacks,
to lament and curse that they will all turn to fags.

she wants to punch stef sun, cos she’s so damn skinny
as all she ever wanted, was to look like the poor and needy
so tomorrow we will meet for pilates at the gym
i hope we dun fracture our bones and cry like wimps.

the end