apples, bagels and soup

in a magnificent combination of a broken body clock and sheer joy at finally being done with everything - everything everything! - i am awake at half past 4 in the morning bouncing in my chair to bit shifter. wheeeee 8 bit music is better than crack!

the last week has been 7 flavours of insane, yum yum yum. after the last day of classes last wednesday i had my live image performance that saturday (more on that later). then after a sunday of recovering from being quite quite drunk the night before, this week went like this:

monday: work half day at museum. read and research paper/artists’ statement for art and the brain final. go to bed at 4.

tuesday: work all day at jene’s. write art and the brain final. go to bed at 4.

wednesday: hand in aatb final. work all day at museum. work on photos for networked objects documentation. go to bed at 4.

thursday: work all day at museum. write and finish net objects documentation. till 6am.

friday: work all day at museum. come home and go to bed at 8pm.

saturday: work all day at jene’s.

and now i’m done! no more school, no more internship, no more work - i am freeeeeeee! and happy! and for the next 3 and a half months free! wheeee!

only i can no longer sleep at normal people hours. crap.

maybe it’s because i’m homesick, but this just made me cry.

about bloody time.

gay marriage next, please.

in the form of this photo:

just one of the many i’m preparing for my final for my LIPP (live image processing and performance) class. i think it was taken in genting highlands, but i can’t be sure. i’m preoccupied by more pressing questions about it, though, such as:

what are my parents wearing? what are erny and i wearing???? why am i holding onto that leash and not running for dear life? maybe because that lion looks completely underwhelmed. it looks like mauling me would be a chore he’d rather not expend his energy on right now, thank you very much.

my sister doesn’t look much convinced, though. she’s the only one in the photo who’s got their wits about them. while my parents and i are standing around going lalala for the camera, she clearly has a wtf look on her face about the whole situation.

memory lane can’t be beat for giggles.

(seriously, though, what am i wearing??)

every day i sit down and work on my networked objects final for hours. every single day, at least one thing goes wrong. sometimes it’s a new thing, sometimes it’s something i got to work perfectly 3 days ago that now refuses to, at all.

i appear to be in a constant dance of one step forward, three steps back. the p comp polka, i like to call it.

interestingly, with each brick wall, the despair i feel is less and less; or rather, it takes less time to dissipate into renewed resolve.

if nothing else, i’m definitely learning how to fail well.

now i’m stressed.

argh.

on the G train on my way home tonight, i got on at hoyt-schermerhorn and saw a little girl who could’ve been no more than 8 or 9, with big plastic-framed spectacles resting on her nose, which was buried in a book. it was a children’s book, one of a series like goosebumps or some such, in which she was completely absorbed.

and then, as if this wasn’t charming enough, when the time came for her to get off at her stop, she got up from her seat, waited at the door, and stepped out of the train, without ever looking up from her book. i wanted to sweep her up, take her to the nearest bookstore and buy her her height in books, i really did.

my sister graduates with her masters in development today; ceremony, gown and all. and i won’t be there to celebrate with her.

this makes me sad.

on the upside, i’ll be home in a little over 6 weeks.

this makes me happy.

and also hella freaked out because it means all my assignments are due in 4 weeks, when semester ends.

!

just because i can’t write at the moment doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.

may i point you in the direction of my friend zannah’s project for her collective storytelling class? it’s called ‘heartbreak haiku’, as in, you should go and write one. because it’s fun. and by fun i also mean cathartic. you don’t even have to be currently experiencing heartbreak for it to be cathartic; it’s quite an amusing way to exorcise old ghosts, as i found out.

i finally worked out how to properly use the ITABC chinese input on my mac, and ohmygourd it is changing my life. you type in the phrase you want and it guesses the words for you. and it usually guesses right.

ok i need to go to bed.

明天会更好！

holy crap that took me all of two seconds to do.

ok, ok, i’m going already!