Archive for December, 2006
Do you remember how as kids we always (the more annoying among us anyway) asked why-questions? Mommy, what is that dog doing on top of another dog? Er…they are making friends. Why? Coz everybody needs friends. Why? Coz we need to talk to someone and feel belonged. Why? Coz we don’t really wanna end up in the abyss of loneliness. Why? Coz we will spend a lot of money on prozac to make us feel good again. Why? Coz we desire it.
More recently, moving into more adult environs, I discover the reason why why-questions arise is because adults are deliberately vague. Sentences beg further elaboration. It’s very much a verbal version of penny wise, pound foolish that compromises the virtues of clarity and word economy. You must invest in this company because it has tremendous growth. Why? Because they are selling phones that make perfect half-boiled eggs. Why do people want that? Because it’s healthy and cool. Why do people want health and coolness? Somehow they just do.
The tipping point of why-questioning is when objectivity moves into subjectivity. When dependency moves into in-dependency. When effect moves into cause. At the tipping point, reason becomes a free agent, further questioning becomes either futile or academic or both. The tipping point is the place of desires, choice and instinct. The tipping-point can be reached right away by injecting economy into the opening sentence: this company is investible because they sell cool Boilr phones that promote health. Or: We make love to feel happy.
Why do I love you? I just do.
December 16th, 2006
Hi everybody. This is Martian. I’ve been given the colossal task of guest-blogging for Su Ann. I’m not even going to pretend that I can fill the role of titillating your senses the way she does so I’m going to very perfunctorily entertain you with fillers that invite totally obvious comparisons of how my blogs suck big time compared to those of the Luscious Pink Goddess. I also have the tendency to wander off into long sentences. So bear with me.
First some history of why I’m a Martian. And why Hong Kong is dangerously close to stripping the 2nd rock of its planetary status after Pluto, which I hasten to respond: every discipline has a ritual that’s totally anal in nature. Sorry Pluto, you have to clear the neighbourhood around your orbit. Take the Japanese Tea Ceremony. I browsed through Paulo Coelho’s essay collection on that subject who expressed the view that if daily routine stuff like drinking tea were done in a ritualistic way, we would enjoy our life a lot more. Okayyy, I’m really really looking forward to brushing my teeth tomorrow. Anal everybody, you gotta be it. I think Su Ann’s has this shower ritual that lasts for hours, but that’s a story for another day. Anyway, back to the question. Why am I a Martian?
Consider the picture below. Compare it to previous pics you’ve seen of me, do I look like him? Do I have a green helmet on my head that tries to pass off a broom as that furry thing on a centurion’s helmet? Do I match a red tee, green skirt and red tights with white sneakers? Do I do that on other days than Wednesdays? Do I wear white gloves? Am I always pissed off? Do I have all that angst that I pented up as a teen when I was really nice and smiley? Do I have a self-imposed anger management policy on myself? That thing that they ask you to do..count from one to ten, take a deep breath, does it really work? Yes, it does. Is my name Marvin?
December 14th, 2006
it was very quick. even before the confused frown on my forehead ceased, i had retrieved from the recesses of my memory the exact event i needed. it was something i had read on a good friend’s blog. the realization, the matching of incidents, the conclusion was quick as well. i swear it all happened in the blink of an eye. inwardly, i sigh and think to myself, not again? this time i definitely heard right. but i cant even bring myself to care anymore. so i roll my eyes and give my short reply of disagreement. or perhaps correction would be a better word to use. i dont know. i’ve been scarred. and i just want to avoid the chances of being scarred again. it’s not the painful, heartbreaking kind of scar.. but a wince-inducing, pride-damaging kind of scar. now i am nervous. it’s like i’m in this perpetual flight away from something i have to avoid. it’s very tiring. it takes all the fun out of something that should be light-hearted, giggly and happy. it gives it this underlying gloom, this shadow that follows it all around. it’s not about pride anymore. now it’s about love. i wish i could say, i am me.. love me.. but those words are difficult to utter. it’s something you keep second-guessing, something you just cant bring yourself to say.
December 14th, 2006
i was browsing through Hermes at the HKIA (not that i can afford Hermes, but a girl can browse, cant she??) when the opening lines of O Come All Ye Faithful strained into the boutique. it’s one of my favourite christmas carols, and i sing along in my head everytime i hear it.
i walked out of Hermes and into the foyer so i could immerse myself more in the song and its spirit. there were fake christmas trees in every corner of the airport, colourful baubles and tinsel and all. clearly some of the airport staff had gone out of their way to decorate the place, because some of the christmas trees have prettily wrapped-up faux presents under them, complete with ribbon and blank To/From tags. suddenly i was gripped with a sense of panic. it’s already the 12th of December (happy birthday Alvo). Christmas will be here before i know it, and it will be over in the same manner.
when i come back from camp and the subsequent trip to Malacca with my friends,
what the fuck the turbulence on this plane needs to stop. right now. the orange juice of the lady on my left was inches away from being dressing on my laptop keyboard. -___-
right, as i was saying.
when i come back from camp and the subsequent trip to Malacca with my friends, it will be three days to Christmas. only THREE DAYS for pre-christmas festivities, last-minute christmas shopping, turkey, carols, candy canes and laughing at fugly badly done nativity displays. only three days, oh my god. where has 2006 gone?
christmas is so different every year. i’ve so much i wanna say about christmas but i’m just so. so.. tired.
and i havent even done my christmas shopping yet. argh. and stop asking me what i want for christmas! if you love me, you’d know what to get me without having to ask. but if you MUST know, i really wouldnt mind a pack of oreos.
December 12th, 2006
here are some photos; because i’ve been so busy waking up late and mucking around HK doing nothing, that i just couldnt find the time to blog! ahh, the life of a bum who just cant seem to wake up early.
this is me getting my fortune told near Temple Street. the old man told me that i should not worry, cos i’ll enter university. yeaaaaaa i should hope so @_@ he also said i should only get married after 28, or else i wont have a happy marriage. oh and that i should marry older men. haha, right. everyone knows i like my men young!
oh oh and he said i shouldnt ever lend money to friends cos i’ll never get it back. HAHAHA! okay ah, everybody! dont borrow money from me anymore ah!
help me decide which of the below two green pics are nicer. martian says one of them is nicer, i wont tell you which, but i totally dont think so. faster pick, we’re having a minor disagreement over this!
pic A :
pic B:
taken in the little green stairwell of Yau Ma Tei’s cinematheque, where we watched Little Miss Sunshine. a veryyy good flick! little Abigail Breslin has come so far from the days of Raising Helen and Signs. haha not to mention pulling out staples from her arm with her teeth in Grey’s Anatomy.
me playing monkey on the ubiquitous HK bamboo scaffolding.
!!!!!!!!!! damn good dessert at this place called Honeymoon Dessert in Central. one is durian and black glutinous rice in coconut milk, the other is mango and black glutinous rice in vanilla sauce. oh mai gawd, so yummy.
a frontal and a buttshot, just like old days! this is us shopping for sports supplies at Lan Kwai Fong.
that is the face he gives me when i’m late, and that is the face i give him when i’m late. heehee. we were at the Landmark for this Miu Miu party that had little ice creams in cones for finger food. whee!
but nothing beats Ben and Jerry’s…!!! this is the Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. man i could eat cookie dough ice cream forever.
in the elevator, with our Miu Miu sunnies. arghghghg i’m doing that pout again. what started out as a spoof three years ago is now stuck forever!!! noooooooo. okay must stop pouting. must. must start taking pics like a normal person.
okay this is not a pout. this is a muka baru bangun or a muka jangan kacau.
DAMN GOOD GRAND MARNIER CHOCOLATE CAKE EVEN THOUGH YOU CANNOT TASTE ANY G.MARNIER IT’S STILL DAMN GOOD!!!
this is a portuguese espresso egg tart! we arrived at Macau really late, so all the portuguese egg tarts were sold out :( sigh! at least this espresso one was good too. it’s from the same cafe where we got the grand marnier choc torte, this place called Singing Bean next to Watson’s at the macau central square. wait, is that place even called the Macau Central Square or did i just make that up in my head?
me and a Macau building. dont know which, dont care which. at that time i just really wanted to find portuguese egg tarts. and go to the toilet.
everyone on the streets of Macau seemed to be eating this crepe, so i also want!! finally managed to track it down after stalking the people holding crepes. hehe mine is banana chocolate. i wanted peanut butter in it too but they ran out. grrrr. nevermind lah still nice. is anyone else besides me pissed off that Crepe Express in mid valley closed down and gave way to some petaling street air mata kuching stall -___-
me and Macau Yellow Cat Graffiti On Wall.
okay no more pictures because i want to continue mucking around in HK doing nothing. byebye! dont forget to pick which green picture you like betta.
December 11th, 2006
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