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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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