So i'm having dessert - korean strawberries.
And well ok the first thing i realise is, they're pretty sweet for strawberries. This is nice.
But then the SECOND thing i observe is how demented-looking they are.
They're elongated, and unlike your nicely shaped squat strawberries which are more or less balanced and generally symmetrical from every angle, they're kinda like, well, oddly-shaped.
after that, i felt a lil' scared biting one, cos of it's like, imposing, ominous, kinda aura.
so that gets me curious y'know, like if they can be so scary looking i bet some people are scared of them, and so i google "phobia of strawberries."
it's called "fragariaphobia." cool huh.
i just might have oh-so-slight fragariaphobia when it comes to korean strawberries.
gongxifacai, my valentine.
wow, i haven't posted in decades.
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, July 11, 2009
pulp stories II.
my art teacher had asked us to go for an art exhibition by 11 June.
"Pulp Stories II."
At the Singapore Tyler Print Institute (STPI), a bit off clarke quay mrt station.
It was showcasing artwork by James Rosenquist and Frank Stella.
went on thursday, two days before it closed today, because i only remembered we had to go see it after the hols. :P
i don't usually go for art exhibitions...i think this may have been my first one.
haha luckily i found it, it was so hard to find, the entrance was at the corner of a steak restaurant, and the gallery was upstairs so you couldn't tell it was there unless you saw the corner entrance.
i never knew Singapore had this kind of... how say, ulu, little cosy places where you can do little low-profile stuff. the art gallery wasn't very huge, but it was good enough. it was really cool lah, there was barely anyone there, maybe me and 1 or 2 others. haha yeah, pretty ulu art gallery.
but i liked the art pieces.
i think Rosenquist had interesting ways of expressing his themes,
while Stella, mm, I just find his pieces more visually pleasing.
they both like to make use of their space, with rosenquist normally creating quite a open, huge space in his art, while stella crowding his space with many elements.
i think, in the gallery, i liked Stella's swoonarie series the best.
how it just developed from the 1st to the final 5th piece, wow the 5th piece was amazing. at first if you look at it directly it's a bit putting-off, but if you go from piece to piece it's really...awesome. well that's what i think.
anyway, the exhibition exposed me to "prints", something i hadn't even heard of, where they use high technology equipment to make layered, complex artwork. pretty interesting.
also, it helped me revise my definition of art, which was that art is a media used to express the artist's message. now, i see that art can be something as just an experimentation of visual form as well. because as humans, we live on visual information, and art is using that factor of ours, and experimenting, playing around, with it.
maybe i'll visit STPI again sometime.
it's next gallery is about "Eating Excess", so if you're interested you can just go check it out, details at www.stpi.com.sg. (:
till next time, goodbye.
crazy planets.
"Pulp Stories II."
At the Singapore Tyler Print Institute (STPI), a bit off clarke quay mrt station.
It was showcasing artwork by James Rosenquist and Frank Stella.
went on thursday, two days before it closed today, because i only remembered we had to go see it after the hols. :P
i don't usually go for art exhibitions...i think this may have been my first one.
haha luckily i found it, it was so hard to find, the entrance was at the corner of a steak restaurant, and the gallery was upstairs so you couldn't tell it was there unless you saw the corner entrance.
i never knew Singapore had this kind of... how say, ulu, little cosy places where you can do little low-profile stuff. the art gallery wasn't very huge, but it was good enough. it was really cool lah, there was barely anyone there, maybe me and 1 or 2 others. haha yeah, pretty ulu art gallery.
but i liked the art pieces.
i think Rosenquist had interesting ways of expressing his themes,
while Stella, mm, I just find his pieces more visually pleasing.
they both like to make use of their space, with rosenquist normally creating quite a open, huge space in his art, while stella crowding his space with many elements.
i think, in the gallery, i liked Stella's swoonarie series the best.
how it just developed from the 1st to the final 5th piece, wow the 5th piece was amazing. at first if you look at it directly it's a bit putting-off, but if you go from piece to piece it's really...awesome. well that's what i think.
anyway, the exhibition exposed me to "prints", something i hadn't even heard of, where they use high technology equipment to make layered, complex artwork. pretty interesting.
also, it helped me revise my definition of art, which was that art is a media used to express the artist's message. now, i see that art can be something as just an experimentation of visual form as well. because as humans, we live on visual information, and art is using that factor of ours, and experimenting, playing around, with it.
maybe i'll visit STPI again sometime.
it's next gallery is about "Eating Excess", so if you're interested you can just go check it out, details at www.stpi.com.sg. (:
till next time, goodbye.
crazy planets.
Friday, June 26, 2009
michael jackson died?
hello.
i had a dream last night.
it went like this.
The whole church had gathered in a massive, brightly-lit hall, including me.
We were all anticipating something from an invited speaker.
But unexpectedly, as the speaker started speaking, he was very crude, using even the F words sometimes.
Russ came by, and told me something, which showed he was in a bad mood.
Clemon saw, and signalled him to go over to him and talk about it.
I had previously arranged to have supper and a haircut with clemon.
But he was still occupied with russell, so i had supper with my cell.
Jon Choy brought us into this empty air-con room, with one rectangle table and chairs around it, like a zen dining room.
Then he took out styrofoam food packets from his backpack, like, a lot, and he distributed it around the table, and the whole cell merrily ate the ta pao-ed food from unknown sources.
And after our meal, Jon Choy brought out even MORE packets of food. From his backpack.
But I went to find Clemon. He already had finished with russell and had his hair cut. With his new haircut came a new face. And then this girl in a pink blouse with short hair came over and he held her, but strangely like in a romantic way but in the dream it didn't feel romantic, cos he said "EH! our clique must hang out more, look at all our clique photos!". I did not recognise the girl.
Suddenly the scene switched to the walkway behind my house. But in the dream it was an underwater world. Everything was in a tinge of blue. I don't know how i breathed. And there were weird creatures everywhere. My foot, had a water slug thing attached to it. And this underwater salamander, took it as food and bit it. I do not know if the slug was my foot or not, or whether my foot just looked like a slug.
Then i took my other foot and stomped on the salamander that was trying to eat my other foot. And then it was squished and started bleeding, with blood coming out. I heard the Jaws soundtrack, and a sillouhette passed above. As i started trying to run away (my pace was really slow though, must have been cos it was underwater.) This really, really weird freak of nature, grabbed on to me. It was like an African child, and its appendages were a mix between tentacles and arms and legs. It just grabbed and clung there, like not wanting me to move.
Then like in a game a hint appeared and said, "Smash it's head on the ground."
So i did so, and each time i did there was a blood-curdling cracking sound. But it didn't die, it just got dazed, i managed to walk a few paces, and then it grabbed on again. All along with the sillouhette above continously lurking, and the Jaws music occasionally playing. But the thing that was grabbing me was freakier, only at the last part when I cracked it's head on the ground one more time, I walked, (because all this time i hadn't seen its face, it grabbed me from behind, and when I smashed it's head on the ground its face was mostly covered) and when I turned behind, I saw it's face, which was like all black, and its eyes, nostrils, and mouth were a sinister red.
Then I woke up, and was relieved.
I turned to my phone, and read the sms, "OMG MICHAEL JACKSON JUST DIED."
HAHAHAHA.
i couldn't help but think the "freaky child" theme in my dream was so relevant to him. Then again it's really quite amusing to wake up from such a dream and see that message.
baygon.
i had a dream last night.
it went like this.
The whole church had gathered in a massive, brightly-lit hall, including me.
We were all anticipating something from an invited speaker.
But unexpectedly, as the speaker started speaking, he was very crude, using even the F words sometimes.
Russ came by, and told me something, which showed he was in a bad mood.
Clemon saw, and signalled him to go over to him and talk about it.
I had previously arranged to have supper and a haircut with clemon.
But he was still occupied with russell, so i had supper with my cell.
Jon Choy brought us into this empty air-con room, with one rectangle table and chairs around it, like a zen dining room.
Then he took out styrofoam food packets from his backpack, like, a lot, and he distributed it around the table, and the whole cell merrily ate the ta pao-ed food from unknown sources.
And after our meal, Jon Choy brought out even MORE packets of food. From his backpack.
But I went to find Clemon. He already had finished with russell and had his hair cut. With his new haircut came a new face. And then this girl in a pink blouse with short hair came over and he held her, but strangely like in a romantic way but in the dream it didn't feel romantic, cos he said "EH! our clique must hang out more, look at all our clique photos!". I did not recognise the girl.
Suddenly the scene switched to the walkway behind my house. But in the dream it was an underwater world. Everything was in a tinge of blue. I don't know how i breathed. And there were weird creatures everywhere. My foot, had a water slug thing attached to it. And this underwater salamander, took it as food and bit it. I do not know if the slug was my foot or not, or whether my foot just looked like a slug.
Then i took my other foot and stomped on the salamander that was trying to eat my other foot. And then it was squished and started bleeding, with blood coming out. I heard the Jaws soundtrack, and a sillouhette passed above. As i started trying to run away (my pace was really slow though, must have been cos it was underwater.) This really, really weird freak of nature, grabbed on to me. It was like an African child, and its appendages were a mix between tentacles and arms and legs. It just grabbed and clung there, like not wanting me to move.
Then like in a game a hint appeared and said, "Smash it's head on the ground."
So i did so, and each time i did there was a blood-curdling cracking sound. But it didn't die, it just got dazed, i managed to walk a few paces, and then it grabbed on again. All along with the sillouhette above continously lurking, and the Jaws music occasionally playing. But the thing that was grabbing me was freakier, only at the last part when I cracked it's head on the ground one more time, I walked, (because all this time i hadn't seen its face, it grabbed me from behind, and when I smashed it's head on the ground its face was mostly covered) and when I turned behind, I saw it's face, which was like all black, and its eyes, nostrils, and mouth were a sinister red.
Then I woke up, and was relieved.
I turned to my phone, and read the sms, "OMG MICHAEL JACKSON JUST DIED."
HAHAHAHA.
i couldn't help but think the "freaky child" theme in my dream was so relevant to him. Then again it's really quite amusing to wake up from such a dream and see that message.
baygon.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
ANNOYING.
ok i can't stand it, i need to rant about this thing that i am just urged to rant about.
so what's the point, of forcing you to do a heritage badge project, if they want you to APPRECIATE the heritage of Singapore.
i'm not insulting Singapore's heritage. In fact, Singapore is probably one of the places with such a diverse and rich heritage.
However, do they have to make this project compulsory?
I mean, it's not so bad to write a 500-word essay on it, that's still tolerable, cos' you admit that you'll learn something from that.
but making you take 2 photos of the monument with your face in the pic?
i mean, so what, they want proof that you actually WENT to this monument.
brilliant. and then?
most people, will just go there, take the photo, and go back home.
trust me, i asked.
how in the world does THAT help you appreciate!?
i mean ok lah, if you really are so interested that after photo-taking you go into the monument and snoop around learning to appreciate, then that's ok.
but isn't it obvious that the photo-taking won't PROVE that you've appreciated the monument, not in the least bit?
to those uninterested, d'you really think it'll make a difference?
that's why i really can't stand it when they make these projects compulsory.
you think making these people go smile in front of a building and converting it into pixels for one occasion really suddenly opens their mind to the appreciation of heritage?
No! you can't force these things like that!
i understand you have good intentions, but please, don't make it compulsory.
it just doesn't make good sense.
anyway, i refuse to go take that photo.
so what's the point, of forcing you to do a heritage badge project, if they want you to APPRECIATE the heritage of Singapore.
i'm not insulting Singapore's heritage. In fact, Singapore is probably one of the places with such a diverse and rich heritage.
However, do they have to make this project compulsory?
I mean, it's not so bad to write a 500-word essay on it, that's still tolerable, cos' you admit that you'll learn something from that.
but making you take 2 photos of the monument with your face in the pic?
i mean, so what, they want proof that you actually WENT to this monument.
brilliant. and then?
most people, will just go there, take the photo, and go back home.
trust me, i asked.
how in the world does THAT help you appreciate!?
i mean ok lah, if you really are so interested that after photo-taking you go into the monument and snoop around learning to appreciate, then that's ok.
but isn't it obvious that the photo-taking won't PROVE that you've appreciated the monument, not in the least bit?
to those uninterested, d'you really think it'll make a difference?
that's why i really can't stand it when they make these projects compulsory.
you think making these people go smile in front of a building and converting it into pixels for one occasion really suddenly opens their mind to the appreciation of heritage?
No! you can't force these things like that!
i understand you have good intentions, but please, don't make it compulsory.
it just doesn't make good sense.
anyway, i refuse to go take that photo.
Monday, September 29, 2008
7¬14
7 done, 7 more.
woohoo. half-way through.
and only...6....out of 7 are study-able.fine.
i somehow thought there were less.
by the way.
one day while cleansing and refreshing myself, i had a realisation-
the flaw with showers is that, at any one time, not all your body surface area is exposed to water (why? because you can't have a constant film of water over your body the WHOLE time), meaning that some surface areas are exposed to water more than others. Not very cool eh?
while with bathtubs, your whole body surface area is exposed to water all the time, ta-dah! excellent eh? however, sadly and disgustingly, we rise out of the same dirty water, meaning our body would have some of that gross residue still.
THEREFORE, i propose, purely in terms of hygiene and effectiveness,
A bathtub with a constant flow of water, meaning there's an initial amount of water placed in it, and then as one bathes, a flow of water is executed.
Get the idea?
....of course.
this would be highly expensive.
and very un-eco-friendly.
therefore my friend, do this only if you have a solution on how to save all this water in the end.
cheerio.
half-half.
woohoo. half-way through.
and only...6....out of 7 are study-able.fine.
i somehow thought there were less.
by the way.
one day while cleansing and refreshing myself, i had a realisation-
the flaw with showers is that, at any one time, not all your body surface area is exposed to water (why? because you can't have a constant film of water over your body the WHOLE time), meaning that some surface areas are exposed to water more than others. Not very cool eh?
while with bathtubs, your whole body surface area is exposed to water all the time, ta-dah! excellent eh? however, sadly and disgustingly, we rise out of the same dirty water, meaning our body would have some of that gross residue still.
THEREFORE, i propose, purely in terms of hygiene and effectiveness,
A bathtub with a constant flow of water, meaning there's an initial amount of water placed in it, and then as one bathes, a flow of water is executed.
Get the idea?
....of course.
this would be highly expensive.
and very un-eco-friendly.
therefore my friend, do this only if you have a solution on how to save all this water in the end.
cheerio.
half-half.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
self-reminder.
ihs - research on scotland. consult shaun first.
history - do the essay for crying out loud.
chem. - where is my prac?!?! find it!
a math - a whole lot of catching up to do.
c math - the alpha beta thing.
chinese - yeah, done.
larts - coursework, due very soon, week 5!
life could be simpler.
but the jazz is, it's not.
history - do the essay for crying out loud.
chem. - where is my prac?!?! find it!
a math - a whole lot of catching up to do.
c math - the alpha beta thing.
chinese - yeah, done.
larts - coursework, due very soon, week 5!
life could be simpler.
but the jazz is, it's not.
Friday, May 4, 2007
exams. new song. nerd.
hello.
ok. my new song's taking a long time. or maybe it needs more?
maybe i screwed up the html or something. :O
ahh well.
exams are coming!!!!
AHH!!!!!
I need to study, but my willpower is a lot stronger in school! At home, "resistance is futile".
I think I should...go through chinese now. yepp. cya!
anyway, just a random poem i thought of in school. martin, don't get pissed.
(I'll probably be posting more written works now. Ever so inspired by Tricia's blog. )
Haha, credit to cao for firefly idea and tricia for inspiration! (:
and martin? this is pure coincidence. not related to you. at all. XD
oh, and i'm not sure if the name in the poem is real, or in proper german style.
~i hope there's no german backlash on this one.
ok. my new song's taking a long time. or maybe it needs more?
maybe i screwed up the html or something. :O
ahh well.
exams are coming!!!!
AHH!!!!!
I need to study, but my willpower is a lot stronger in school! At home, "resistance is futile".
I think I should...go through chinese now. yepp. cya!
anyway, just a random poem i thought of in school. martin, don't get pissed.
(I'll probably be posting more written works now. Ever so inspired by Tricia's blog. )
The class nerd
Meet Genelskhy the spectacled nerd,
who's a freakish clever German turd,
He keeps fireflies in jugs,
To aid in midnight muggs.
Producing results off-chart, absurd!
Haha, credit to cao for firefly idea and tricia for inspiration! (:
and martin? this is pure coincidence. not related to you. at all. XD
oh, and i'm not sure if the name in the poem is real, or in proper german style.
~i hope there's no german backlash on this one.
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