Oh Joy it is to be an Art Student!!!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

// 7:14 PM

BBQ @ Bangsar

Hey ya'll

This is basically to show that I'm still alive. Also, one more day till my exams are over.

PEACE OUT

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I got 100 percent on the ABC Striptease Quiz!

// 6:17 AM

Yeah.

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

// 8:44 AM

This is it.

Again.

See you guys next week.

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Thursday, May 28, 2009

// 6:31 AM

Flower girls

Hey ya'll

You see this girl walking down the street. She's wearing a white dress and her hair hangs loosely about her head like a shiny halo. She is humming a happy song as she walks along. As she passes the gardens of her neighbours, she stops to sniff the flowers and smiles to herself. "What a beautiful day!" she says.

Now here's the question; Was she "sweet" or "beautiful"?

Now to be completely honest this question is not rhetorical, not to me...nor to you because really we all have our own perceptions of "beauty" and "sweetness". Still, perhaps I should attempt another analogy to make my point clear.

Let us take, flowers for example. A flower's beauty is usually defined by the composition of its petals and it's colour. Flowers with 5 petals or less and are composed of only one colour are most often deemed "common" ( jasmines etc. ) while flowers which have an elaborate petal composition, usually painted with more than one colour or a shade of one colour are normally depicted as "beautiful" (orchids, etc.).

Still, if you know flowers like I do, I suppose you know that most of the beautiful flowers do not have a fragrance! And even if they do, the fragrance is often very slight (and there is a very simple, scientific reason to this; flowers that rely on colour to attract insects do not have any need for fragrance) But do ignore that...

Flowers like Orchids with magnificent colours and elaborate petals are very aesthetically pleasing. There is something in the curveof the orchid's petals and its tone - vibrant colours that flow into each other harmoniously - that create a rather exotic, and yet gracefully feminine posture (if you really love a woman! Give her an Orchid!) that is simply breathtakingly beautiful

The beauty of an orchid in full bloom is usually rather breathtaking

On the other hand, "common" flowers like Jasmines are really nothing to look at. With their simple white colour and basic five-petal composition, jasmines are really nothing to gawp about. And yet, to close one's eyes and walk by a Jasmine bush, and let it's fragrance sweep over yourself on a warm breeze...kinda give the feeling like anything (even true love!) is possible!

The simple Jasmine perhaps boasts a fragrance that is most famous in the floral kingdom

Now if you will recap the instance of the Orchid and the Jasmine, and try to put it into the context of a girl, perhaps it is not so difficult to see the difference between "sweetness" and "beauty". The Orchid is beautiful and pleases the eyes, while the Jasmine, for all its simplicity is aesthetically pleasing to the soul! Also. it would seem that with the "beautiful" are forgotten once they wilt, their petals wrinkled and splotched with brown and tan, whereas the fragrance of "sweet" flowers stay in one's mind for much longer.

Still, I suppose it is very possible for a girl to be BOTH beautiful and sweet, though I must stress that only a natural rose (and not the genetically bred ones that are so commonly sold in florists these days...much less the plastic ones) possess a fragrance.

Get the picture?

PEACE OUT

~Beauty is nothing more than short-lived tyranny~ Socrates

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Saturday, May 23, 2009

// 2:23 AM

Garden Fairies

Come away O' human child...

PEACE OUT

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Thursday, May 21, 2009

// 7:37 AM

Through the Rain

Thought the garden looked exceptionally beautiful after the afternoon torrential downpour, so I decided to go a-snappin'!

PEACE OUT

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

// 5:19 AM

Walking on a string

Dearest V,

Life is like walking on a string...or a very thin metal pipe. All it takes is a little confidence.

Peace

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Monday, May 18, 2009

// 6:54 AM

Unity

Listen up monkeys and birdbrains!

There are some days when I really wish I had superpowers, yeah all the things I could do with it. I could destroy the enemies of the state, enforce democracy make the world a better place for humans, animals and plants to live in. And it really would be simple. Plain and simple, blasting someone or something apart would be no more difficult than pressing the button that launches a hundred neuclear bombs out of America though, perhaps actually committing the deed maybe be slightly more satisfying.

And yet, is that what we really want? Is violence and retaliation the way things has to be? Again, this is perhaps more ideallistic and wishful thinking on my part but really...
we could really learn something from these two;

They're an odd couple in every sense but a monkey and a pigeon have become inseparable at an animal sanctuary in China.

The 12-week-old macaque - who was abandoned by his mother - was close to death when it was rescued on Neilingding Island, in Goangdong Province.

After being taken to an animal hospital his health began to improve but he seemed spiritless - until he developed a friendship with a white pigeon.

The blossoming relationship helped to revive the macaque who has developed a new lease of life, say staff at the sanctuary.

Now the unlikely duo are never far from each other's side, but they aren't the only ones to strike up an unusual friendship.

Earlier this year a pig adopted a tiger cub and raised him along with her piglets because his mother couldn't feed him.

And in 2005 a baby deer named Mi-Lu befriended lurcher Geoffrey at the Knowsley Animal Park in Merseyside after she was rejected by her mother

Peace Out

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Thursday, May 14, 2009

// 6:19 AM

Nerding it up

One thing to say

I LIKE STUDYING!!!

It helps me focus my thoughts and block out the noises.

I know, no stories, poems or any substantial posts lately, but in case you haven't notice, I've been caught up enlightening my mind....so yeah. Maybe later.

PEACE OUT

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

// 6:59 AM

Clovers

You've really been something, you know that?

And to show you how much you mean to me,

this is for you;

Because you deserve a hundred times more than what I got!

PEACE OUT

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Monday, May 11, 2009

// 8:42 AM

I Like Cake!

Hey!

Why don't you bake me a cake?

Oh, and this time if you're going to have a hottie jump out of it, make sure you put them in AFTER you cook it?

PEACE OUT

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Friday, May 8, 2009

// 7:16 AM

Nebulas

Hey ya'll

there's nothing I feel like sharing particularly, so do enjoy some pics of the Universe taken by the Hubble telescope.

It's really something isn't it?

PEACE OUT

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Thursday, May 7, 2009

// 5:26 AM

Kaguya Hime

With my strength and my bow, I should be able to strike down the dragon,

and obtain the jewel from around its neck.

I thought it was real yet when I looked closer
it was but a bejeweled branch bedecked with words.

Now that I have obtained the garments that will not burn in the undying flames of my love,
my sleeves are dried of my melancholy tears and I may see you again today.

Had I known that this robe would burn without a trace, I would not have doubted its verity;
Instead of casting it into flame, I would have spent my days admiring it.

You have not come by in a long time; is it true that I await the Swallow's Cowrie Shell to no avail,

just as there are neither pine trees nor shells in the desolate Cove of Sumi, which is shunned even by the waves.

I thought the stone bowl would be alight with Buddha's virtue, but I do not even see a glimmer of light that one can see in dew-laden grass.

What have you truly sought in Mount Ogura?

Oh what use is the draught of immortality to me now that we will never see each other again,
and I spend my days shedding enough tears to float in their wake.

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Monday, May 4, 2009

// 1:25 AM

Beautiful

Hey ya'll

Got the camera today and snapped some pictures of my second butterfly post-emergence from its chrysalis. It was quite shocking for two reasons really, first; it "returned" after so many hours of leaving its former skin to "greet" me upon my arrival home. Second; it was completely different from the previous butterfly which was wierd considering how I found the caterpillars on the same food plant and they, save for a few markings looked identical.

Ah well. Maybe my identification skills are not what they used to be.

Ah, isn't nature beautiful when she's not cruel and harsh?!

On the other hand though, TONS of assignments due but at least this semester I only have ONE exam paper to sit for. Don't know whether to be scared or relievd.

ps. Also managed to photograph this quaint wasps nest.

PEACE OUT

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Sunday, May 3, 2009

// 7:12 AM

Study!

I can't believe I actually studied.

Ugh, that should benchmark my desperation!

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Thursday, April 30, 2009

// 10:38 PM

Departure

11.00 am this morning, the butterfly flapped furiously with hs wings, beautiful and gorgeous in different ways. The healhy wing, vibrant and full of colour, a reminder of the wondour we come to feel whenever we see a butterfly. The other, crippled and warped; like plastic when its gone too close to the fire.

Tap-tap-tap he went against the clear pane of my window.

Tap-tap-tap, waking me from my slumber.

I checked his tray. The flowers remained untouched, and so was the sugary solution I had left for him.

Tap-tap-tap he went, more furiously this time.

I knew then what I had to do. What I had thought was best for it; that it needed to live it's full three weeks as a butterfly was inconsequential. It wasn't what the butterfly wanted. It was what I did, and when I thought about it, it was the caterpillar who had worked so hard for this moment, not me, and therefore it should be he who decided ultimatley on how he wanted to live his life. As short, or long as it would be.

"Okay little guy" I cooed, half resigned and half hopeful as I placed my hand near him on the windowsill. "We're gonna be oustide soon enough."

I know I have a way with small animals, but this time it was as if the butterfly actually understood the meaning of my words. He ceased his furious flapping almost immediately and crawled up to the tips of my fingers, antannae trembling with excitement, and we made our way Outside.

The sun was hot today, and there was hardly a single cloud in the sky, but not unbearbly so. Perfect weather as it would happen, for butterflies to fly. They need the heat to warm their muscles. Looking at the poor guy, trembling with excitement, proboscis unfurling at the smells of flowers I almost felt sorry. The state of his wing meant that there was about less than 1% chance of him surviving in the wild.

But then again I always try to be positie when I can and besides, I know how important it is for a caretaker to demonstrate positivity, even in the face of hopelessness. And so, I brought the butterfly close to my lips and whispered.

"Go on then, flap your wings." The butterfly only circled my palm, uncertainly.

"Youve got nothing to loose," I said, as reassuringly as I could. "You will never know if you don't try."

And so, he began flapping his wings. Slowly at first, raising them and lowering them. The crippled wing seemed to be a hinderance but he did it anyway. The Sun, warm as He was today must have lent the butterfly some strength because soon enough he was flapping them faster. And Faster. And all of a sudden, he was off! Up into the air.

Admitedly the moment of his departure was not as graceful as one might expect. But that only made it more glorious. His flight was clumsy, low, he lost altitude like a falling feather and he tended to dip unexpectedly, but the fact remained that he was doing it. He was flying. And it was all that mattered.

I smiled as he crashed into one of the low growing flowers in my garden. I suppose sometimes, all someone needed for him to get over his own shortcomings and disabilities was for someone else to believe, and I mean truly believe in him.

And that, my friends, is the very valuable lesson I learnt from this entire episode that I wish to share with you.

I watch the butterfly alight clumsily off a white flower, proceeding to crash into a pink one, and I said, "Good luck...my Beautiful Butterfly," and wiped of a little tear.

PEACE OUT

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// 9:33 AM

Shit happens

Today has GOT to be the most bitter-sweet day I have had in a very long time. Bitter, because of all the crap that I had to go through, but sweet because I did have a good time and that more personal matters seem to be put at rest (sort of) for the time being.

But anyway, if you guys remembered, I was trying to document the entire process of metamorphosis of the caterpillar. Well, today, the much awaited day arrived. It started at about 9.00pm yesterday night, when I first noticed that the wing-patterns were starting to turn visible.

I set my alarm to every two hours, not wanting to miss the moment.

At 8.00am today morning, the chrysalis was still motionless but the patterns and markings were becoming decidedly more noticeable.

1.00pm, the butterfly emerges....

but wait. There's something wrong. It is deformed. It must suck, going through all that hard work and effort, to finally reach your goal but remain cheated of your purpose.

I can't help but feel a bitter sense of sorrow when I look at the lame butterfly. Never will he experience the joys of flitting in the air, nor the feel of the breeze, or the smell of flowers.

Then again, as Tarrant pointed out, I suppose there are some of us humans who are born down-syndrom or lame.

I guess Shit Happens. More with some people than others. Today's events, that of the lame butterfly, will forever be a reminder to me, that my Shit really isn't that bad after all.

ps. I one month anything to celebrate? Does it mean anything at all?

PEACE OUT

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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

// 4:58 AM

Leaves.

Fallen leaves cannot re-attach themselves to the tree,

flowers wall when they are torn by the brutal winds.
I suppose there are some things in our lives that we can't take back,

things that can forever scar, forever hurt.

I believe in positivity; that everything happens for a reason.

the fallen leaves give food for the insects, worms beneath the tree.

the flowers' decay to give nutrients to new forms of life.
There is good to be found, even in the midst of hopelessness.

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ps. I like totally learnt how to play Unchained Melody on the guitar today! Was supposed to wait for V to teach me, but of course I was too impatient (sorry V but my male ego will not allow you to walk to far ahead!) Now I can't wait to show it to The Peacock.

p.ps. Wondering if The Peacock knows just how much I'm into it. Hmph, that's why I said we should be clearer with each other!

p.p.ps. Can't wait for the Monash Cultural Night tomorrow which shud be fun! I was thinking of going "Indian" to be more culturally diverse!

PEACE OUT