‘Where are we right now? Are we really sure that we are right where we want to be? Are we not stuck in some unknown dimension where this is not reality but just a mirror, a reverse of reality? The real question is, are we in Wonderland?’ –the corrupted journalist
It was like dejavu just now when I listened to The Smiths, ‘Strangeways, here we come’. It was the same feeling as when I first listened to The Cure. A mixture of glee and disbelief. Bro was laughing at me and saying that the music sucks. He even bought the cd. Actually, the music is not that bad lah, yeah, yeah, laugh at me if you want to. Maybe its just me but the lyrics are filled with sarcasm, a bit of anger and self reflection?
Submission has been pushed forward to Tuesday morning. I dont know whether to be relieved or excited. I dont even feel the stress. Maybe ive mentally immuned myself from stress. Hehe, yar right. Im tired but in actual fact, im lazy so I guess this means im already dead lah. Im like a dead girl walking. Haiz. Ciao
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
The smiths?
TIME AND DATE: Unknown
WHEREABOUTS: Definitely the subconscious
WHO: Corrupt journalist
“On the bus home, came and hit me, almost lost it. Munch must have felt it that way. A scream nearly erupted. Still had that bit of refrain, control or rather sanity left in me. It was in my throat and I almost let out a bloodcurdling scream to be exact. Now, why was that? Its not my fault im losing my mind. Alice said what? I said I dont know. Never mind, lets doze off, configure, regulate, short dream on fire safety.
Tell me why I cant be bothered?
Darkness surrounding, suddenly confronted by the banality of life.”
I wish you could see the state of my journal entry. On second thought I cant really call it a journal because there are quotes and stuff from the books that I read and also my design processes. So I will just call it my think tank.
Anyway, I even sketched out the drawing of the guy or Munch screaming. It looked funny instead of scary. Hehe. Well, what can you expect when I was practically drifting off to LaLa Land. There is one word which I still cant figure out. Fancy not being able to read your own handwriting yar? Silly me.
Im still hating my design and pretty much still pissed off over what papa said about me being helpless. WHATEVER!!! Im fasting and im trying very hard not to be typing profanities right now. Take a deep breath, di. Im slacking all the way, don’t ask me why. I seem to have misplaced my stash of pot and im sorry that I have these mood swings but really, my pot is missing. Hehehe.
Had a so called lunch with Dayah this afternoon. It was so much fun talking to her. Well, she did most of the talking but it still was fun. We talked about friends we met or havent met for a long time, what we are going to do after we graduate, our family and of course our dreams. She has a very interesting dream, wished she could open a clothes shop in Far East, because she wants to sell clothes to people who loves clothes like her. Hahaha, so typical of her. Oh, she wants to travel as well. So I told her my dream. My dream is to be able to travel and design. I would love to leave my designs everywhere I travel. For example, if I was to travel to Spain, I want to design a house or set up an installation or something. I just want to leave a piece of myself as I travel. But really, dreams are so, dreamy. It will never happen so I guess people dream just for fun right?
Im talking as though Ive lost hope or something. But if you think real hard, its not worth the time to be dreaming of something. If you dont get to achieve it, it will just be heartbreaking and emotionally draining. I just dont want to go through that, call me a chicken or cowardly but isnt it better if we dont have emotions? But without emotions, then there wont be all those great architecture by all those great architects for example the Pantheon. I wonder who built it?
Anyway, its almost time to break my fast. And ive got to finish up my model and drawings. Im soo hating every minute of my waking life. Ciao.
WHEREABOUTS: Definitely the subconscious
WHO: Corrupt journalist
“On the bus home, came and hit me, almost lost it. Munch must have felt it that way. A scream nearly erupted. Still had that bit of refrain, control or rather sanity left in me. It was in my throat and I almost let out a bloodcurdling scream to be exact. Now, why was that? Its not my fault im losing my mind. Alice said what? I said I dont know. Never mind, lets doze off, configure, regulate, short dream on fire safety.
Tell me why I cant be bothered?
Darkness surrounding, suddenly confronted by the banality of life.”
I wish you could see the state of my journal entry. On second thought I cant really call it a journal because there are quotes and stuff from the books that I read and also my design processes. So I will just call it my think tank.
Anyway, I even sketched out the drawing of the guy or Munch screaming. It looked funny instead of scary. Hehe. Well, what can you expect when I was practically drifting off to LaLa Land. There is one word which I still cant figure out. Fancy not being able to read your own handwriting yar? Silly me.
Im still hating my design and pretty much still pissed off over what papa said about me being helpless. WHATEVER!!! Im fasting and im trying very hard not to be typing profanities right now. Take a deep breath, di. Im slacking all the way, don’t ask me why. I seem to have misplaced my stash of pot and im sorry that I have these mood swings but really, my pot is missing. Hehehe.
Had a so called lunch with Dayah this afternoon. It was so much fun talking to her. Well, she did most of the talking but it still was fun. We talked about friends we met or havent met for a long time, what we are going to do after we graduate, our family and of course our dreams. She has a very interesting dream, wished she could open a clothes shop in Far East, because she wants to sell clothes to people who loves clothes like her. Hahaha, so typical of her. Oh, she wants to travel as well. So I told her my dream. My dream is to be able to travel and design. I would love to leave my designs everywhere I travel. For example, if I was to travel to Spain, I want to design a house or set up an installation or something. I just want to leave a piece of myself as I travel. But really, dreams are so, dreamy. It will never happen so I guess people dream just for fun right?
Im talking as though Ive lost hope or something. But if you think real hard, its not worth the time to be dreaming of something. If you dont get to achieve it, it will just be heartbreaking and emotionally draining. I just dont want to go through that, call me a chicken or cowardly but isnt it better if we dont have emotions? But without emotions, then there wont be all those great architecture by all those great architects for example the Pantheon. I wonder who built it?
Anyway, its almost time to break my fast. And ive got to finish up my model and drawings. Im soo hating every minute of my waking life. Ciao.
last time
Monday 27th June 8am
Is it just me but are some people just getting too bossy nowadays? Its just pissing me off.
Anyway, I have got nothing to comment about the news on yesterday’s paper so I’ll write about Arendt’s and Heidegger’s text.
Before I delve deeper into the minds of both writers, I just need to get this off my mind. Yesterday, Ita went to mak itam’s house to send some bubur lambuk. She said that mak itam told her the ball-less person (rude but its true, fyi, Ita didn’t call him that) came to mak itam’s house to talk or something. And what did he tell mak itam to tell my mum? Jangan ambik hati. Hahahaha, go and rot lah. Mum said to us that as long as that person doesn’t know how to control his wife, jangan harap dia dapat pijak rumah kita. Mum is still very angry, who wouldn’t? If I was mum, I would have gone to the whore’s house and strangled her to death. Ooh, I will kill her bloody whore of a daughter too. Ok, before this shit gets to me I think I’d start on Heidegger.
The text is very short, like what I was told, it was only 4 pages long. But it was tough for only a couple of hundred (or a thousand) words. As usual Heidegger goes into the simplifying of words, wait, I cant call it simplifying, its more like going back to its most original meaning. That’s the irritating stuff. Anyway, Art, space and sculpture are the main things that he talks about. One sentence sticks out like a sore tongue, “Sculpture would not deal with space.”
Is it just me but are some people just getting too bossy nowadays? Its just pissing me off.
Anyway, I have got nothing to comment about the news on yesterday’s paper so I’ll write about Arendt’s and Heidegger’s text.
Before I delve deeper into the minds of both writers, I just need to get this off my mind. Yesterday, Ita went to mak itam’s house to send some bubur lambuk. She said that mak itam told her the ball-less person (rude but its true, fyi, Ita didn’t call him that) came to mak itam’s house to talk or something. And what did he tell mak itam to tell my mum? Jangan ambik hati. Hahahaha, go and rot lah. Mum said to us that as long as that person doesn’t know how to control his wife, jangan harap dia dapat pijak rumah kita. Mum is still very angry, who wouldn’t? If I was mum, I would have gone to the whore’s house and strangled her to death. Ooh, I will kill her bloody whore of a daughter too. Ok, before this shit gets to me I think I’d start on Heidegger.
The text is very short, like what I was told, it was only 4 pages long. But it was tough for only a couple of hundred (or a thousand) words. As usual Heidegger goes into the simplifying of words, wait, I cant call it simplifying, its more like going back to its most original meaning. That’s the irritating stuff. Anyway, Art, space and sculpture are the main things that he talks about. One sentence sticks out like a sore tongue, “Sculpture would not deal with space.”
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Zzzzzz.....
Im about to make the most toughest and life threatening decision of my life right now.
UN-name-able person: diana is going to commit suicide. HELP!!!!!!!!!!! but actually dont bother. She will revive back to life once she sees Faris. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yar right u un-name-able friend of mine....fancy saying that when you're raving and ranting over the absence of the old dude.Anyway i've decided to go back home in 10 mins time..which means that at home i'll be forcing myself to do model and to start on the cad dwgs...im tired and thirsty...
Now un-name-able is forcing me to quickly blog...that's so cruel...fine..i'll write in another time....
Ciao....
UN-name-able person: diana is going to commit suicide. HELP!!!!!!!!!!! but actually dont bother. She will revive back to life once she sees Faris. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yar right u un-name-able friend of mine....fancy saying that when you're raving and ranting over the absence of the old dude.Anyway i've decided to go back home in 10 mins time..which means that at home i'll be forcing myself to do model and to start on the cad dwgs...im tired and thirsty...
Now un-name-able is forcing me to quickly blog...that's so cruel...fine..i'll write in another time....
Ciao....
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