Twincest or Narcissism? You decide.

For all you homophobics out there who just like taking a stab at people who are different, just letting you know that I do not argue politics. I fail in it so don’t bother.

So yeah I’ve got my grades for semester 2 back! I did slightly better than semester 1, where I got 1 Distinction and 3 Credits [and one PGO - Pass Grade Only but meh, it was OHS1000]. This semester I managed to get 3 Distinctions and 1 Pass and no High Distinctions in sight. Sigh. What’s even more shattering for me is that I was 1% off a HD for Materials and Manufacturing. That subject gave me the  shits because I can’t study to save a horse. I knew an extra minute of studying wouldn’t hurt…

Anyway the above Polaroid image [not a real one, I used a program called 'Poladroid' to do it] reminded me of a quote I had come across on a friend’s MSN personal message: ‘Falling in love should be like Polaroids: instant‘. So… if it’s not instant then there’s a problem right?

I like to think that if I don’t get along with a person within the first moments of meeting them, it won’t work out easily in regards to love. I tend to drop the idea of ever liking that person almost instantly, because falling in love is ideally snap instant, like a polaroid.

However, polaroids take their time to develop. I found myself picking up a better, clearer picture after letting it sit for a while. In it, there’s potential for that photo to become a life long reminder of a particular memory.

At times when you lose a polaroid image or perhaps ruin it, you cannot recreate that exact picture again. Just have to move on, take a brand new photo and see what it has in store.

Metaphors. How I love it when I understand them personally. It’s 4.30am and I can care less about making sense.

On a brighter note, if I were to live through each day on instant food, how long will I live for? I mean… will it shorten my lifespan? Is it that bad for you? Hah I’m totally clueless on this.

Thanks for reading!

*catherine

Catsby & Pucky <3

Finally an entry.

*insert typical uni art & design student rant here*

I need a life.

Anyway, the world is getting too small, I really want to move out and start a new life on Mars or even better, on Saturn’s rings. Come on technology… I want to go and befriend aliens already.

Mass production enforces the low cost rapid production method onto its consumers, and they receive a positive response, as opposed to the art & design world who believe mass production takes away the credibility of hand-craftsmanship, that each product of its own is individual and unique. Mass production is somewhat celebrated meeting consumer needs. Consumers get sucked into this via skillful marketing of mass produced things, therefore de-individualizing themselves because they’re convinced that they look so much better as a clone of another person, probably someone who’s part of a chain reaction of admiration. Society dictates these kinds of things.

Idealistically, if there was to be one of everything, and everything everyone used is different, innovation would’ve advanced much further. I have a never-to-be-proven, exaggerated theory that if everyone lived in their own little world, and had to survive on their own, they’d find their own way about it using their instincts. How they make use of the resources around them would be different, their sleeping patterns may be nocturnal, they might like to eat trees rather than meat, etc. What I’m saying is that imagine the possibilities one could come up with. We’re all individuals with our own way at life, though the concept of mass production is promoting a single person’s ideal to be reflected onto thousands of people.

[Yes I'm aware that if everyone lived in their own world, there'd be no babies to even begin with.]

I guess a more optimistic way to look at the idea of mass production is that although people utilize something everyone else has,and in the same way, there’s a shred of individuality somewhere in each of those ”clones”. Everything has a flaw, or an exceptional quality unique only to them. The beauty of it comes from when we discover those impurities and such. We gain a sense of self accomplishment and maybe end up cherishing that something more.

[I think I'm mentally preparing myself so that it's less of an unpleasant experience when I do end up with a shitty-yet-so-damn-common Hyundai Excel as my first car.]

I’ve started writing around 8AM, so excuse me if I don’t make sense.. I probably didn’t know what I was saying. All I was meant to do here was simply blog, instead I did a follow up from my 20th Century Design essay from Industrial Design Studio class.

I repeat, I need a life.

Thanks for reading!

*catherine

Looks can be deceiving - Jelly Joy is Joyful!

I had a dream – one that I can finally remember and will continue to haunt me as long as this blog entry exists.

Someone and I were walking together along the pier. He told me a very bad joke. I punched him softly in the stomach and sprinted towards the end of the pier. I took in the scenery as I ran along – ships, fishermen, dead starfishes… I stopped to check if he was catching up. He wasn’t. There he was, talking to a fisherman who I ran past just moments ago. The fisherman placed something in my friend’s hand. He ran and caught up to me. His right hand was grippng something that showed a small glint of light between his fingers…

I lied, weird couple-ey dreams just don’t come to me in my sleep. In fact, what I did have for a dream would be what a vegetarian would describe as a nightmare.

Now for the real dream/nightmare.

I was sitting at the dining table and there on my plate was what I concluded to be a fried animal limb. I tried to figure out what it was – beef, lamb… pork? I tend to lose my appetite when I think too much about what food looked like before it was plopped onto my plate. So I just dug in. After the first bite, something was walking towards me from the corner of my eye on my left…

A small, white fluffy dog was walking across the dining table. Or rather, it literally hopped like a kangaroo with its back legs, however… its front legs were missing. I stared, amazed at such balance acheived without the need of an automail [FMA reference]. Then it hit me. I looked down at my food… and things fell into place. My eyes shifted from the food to the dog’s missing arms. There were thick bandaging around the dog’s shoulders, though there weren’t any blood stains as I had expected.

I dropped the fried dog’s arm onto my plate in shock, wondering how this came to be… wondering who would play such a mean trick on the dog and I.

And then I woke up, reluctant to get ready for the all-you-can-eat yumcha that was planned in the afternoon with the Marian girls.

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Luckily I forgot all about the dream during pigging out at yumcha…

The other night I was talking to a friend about my dream. He suggested that there would be some hidden meaning behind it. I certainly hope that it wasn’t telling me to ‘avoid yumcha at all costs, because it’s very dodgy behind the scenes’. Perhaps a transcending spiritual force was hinting to me that vegetarianism will benefit me for life? Or maybe the dream was telling me about the *secret ingredient* in dumpli-AHHH!!!! STOPPING HERE. My friend also named the dog, Oscar.

Gonna finish off here. To Oscar the small, white fluffy dog, I’m sorry!!

*catherine

[07-Ghost spoiler. You have been warned!]

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Addicted since September 2008

The double-dipped 70% cocoa Cadbury Cherry Ripe that I’m posing with expires on my birthday this year~ The only relation it has to this blog entry is that the expiry date has something to do with ‘TIME’.

If you read yaoi, you’d probably know that ‘Time Lag’ is a yaoi manga by Odagiri Hotaru published yonks ago. But this entry isn’t about that. (more…)

I was gonna go to sleep until I had sudden blogging urges. I actually have a draft entry about the past week but… it’s still incomplete. I’ll just settle with this for now; I won’t rest until I blog haha…

And is this entry fictional? I don’t wanna say.

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Has it ever occurred to you
That the reason I’ve kept quiet
Is because you’re more important than he is?

Has it ever occurred to you
That even though my feelings are clear
You continually choose to ignore them?

Has it ever occurred to you
That I’ll find out sooner or later
Instead of never at all?

Has it ever occurred to you
That I don’t deserve any of this
I’ve done nothing wrong to you

Has it ever occurred to you
That you take my feelings lightly
That you’re not the only person on Earth who can cry…

Wishing everyone a happy new year.

*catherine

Christmas card from Mayu-chan! ^^

My day was scheduled to start at 10… instead it started at 2pm. I went out for a bit, got home and found a few letters on my desk. One of them was a Christmas card from one of my host Japanese students last year! ^^~ Received it 11 days after she sent it hmmm… maybe I should send a reply tomorrow…

Anyhoots back to the topic… about what’s worse: To lie or to deny?

When I thought about it [at 3am in the morning last night], lying and denying pretty much serve the same purpose: to avoid the truth. But people have to lie in order to deny, and to make a statement of denial, you have to lie about being involved in it. That said, when do we know what’s more appropriate, to lie or to deny?

I may be a bit or a hellovalot biased in my opinion since I don’t study psychology at all, but I’ll say something anyway. Denial is used when the truth is already known, but the person involved refuses to admit any involvment in it. Lying can be used to prevent the unveiling of the truth. It wouldn’t really be called a lie if the truth was found out and you DENIED having taking part in it. In short, before the truth is told, lie, and after the truth is known, deny.

Alright dilemma solved! Now I can sleep a peaceful sleep.

*catherine

A conversation between the road and the car.

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Starting off with a quote from a yaoi novel…

“Restricted happiness is better than the freedom of solitude”

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