i actually had something really important i promised myself i would blog about asap, but i’ve just been avalanched under work. it feels like my 2nd round of midterms just ended, and finals are already just around the corner :( so i guess that really important post will just have to wait. for now i just want to say one thing: that when i grow up i want to make justice happen. basically, i wanna be batman.

and because everyone in my life loves Kafka, often seemingly a lot more than they love me (thanks mom, i’m only like your firstborn), today in my seething jealousy i shall attempt to undo his pristine reputation, simply because i can.

so if you follow my twitter or plurk, you’d be privy to the many Mean Kafka Quotes of the Day. i will now share a handful of them on my blog, simply because i can.

the first one is my favorite story of all time! there we were, a little less than a year ago, traipsing around the Lower East Side on our very first date. we were making small talk while waiting to be seated for brunch at Clinton St, and he asks me what’s been up in my life lately. at the time i was going through an identity crisis (actually i still am) and couldn’t decide what i wanted to major in. so i told him about my dilemma, how i’ve been pursuing three majors — economics, political science and sociology — and that i could likely fulfill all three in time for graduation, but that maybe it would be best to just focus on two? or should i just get all three majors? or maybe two majors and one minor?

and then he casually responds:

“actually it doesn’t really matter which ones you pick — they’re all fluffy anyway.”

then, when he came to stay with me over summer…

remember this puppy?:

yah you can all ask Kafka how he KICKED my poor puppy and then proceeded to frown, mutter, and call it a bastard. right in my living room.

and recently i very excitedly bought him the Sonos S5 for his birthday. i truly pride myself on my gift-giving ability (tqtq), but i thought i truly outdid myself with this one. i brought it along with me when i went to visit him in London for his birthday, and when he opened it, he apparently ‘really loved it’.

but what does he do the moment he arrives in New York? he takes it back to the shop AND EXCHANGES IT FOR CASH. WOW.

oh and recently while walking back after dinner, we were just talking and having some laughs, and then i crack a joke. he laughs, and in some expression of strange exasperation at just how much funnier i am than he, he grabs my body and says – “arrrr i’m gonna squeeze all the fat out of you!”

THERE IS MORE BUT I SHALL STOP HERE. because i have a QUIZ TO STUDY FOR. take that, you dog-kicking, name-calling meanie. i hope you’re happy! i hope you’re happy now!

they ran around campus, including classrooms and the library, and even right through a standoff between the Israeli Association and the association of students for justice in Palestine:

and just like any other normal day at columbia, the protesters were so caught up in their heated argument that not a single one of them noticed Pacman and Friend.

wow look what i came across on youtube:

1. Instant Nespray (Susu Segera Yang Sebenar) – isn’t it funny how these days you can imagine some exec sitting uncomfortably in the board room after the presentation, saying “dont use Fur Elise can ah… local song maybe better?”

2. State Express 555 – the 555 notebook: one of the many cherished fragments of my childhood

3. Cadbury Chocolate – check out those wrappers from the 70s!

4. Guinness Stout – Baik untuk Anda??? I CANT BELIEVE THIS!

5. Kotex Soft Impressions – i absolutely adore this ad. love the vignettes, the car, the gorgeous star and the Wendy Darling voiceover.

6. Carrier Air Conditioner – a clear indicator of the sort of post-colonial sentiment going around at the time…

also watch these:

love the Milo ad in this one. it’s marvelous, the difference!

this one has a Zappel ad with cheeky sexual undertones and a young Sheila Majid!

these vids have made me very happy today :) i’m still clicking on all the various related videos on the sidebar, and relishing in the opportunity to see all these things from years before i was even born. 1983 Dunhill ads, 1987 Maggi ads… sigh.

sometimes we meet people who are just like blenders. ruthlessly, they cut, chop, dice, slice, whirl and swirl until everything that goes in it comes out an unrecognizable puree.

have you ever looked at the stuff that comes out of a blender? am i the only one who looks into the blender sometimes and get this sinking feeling that it’s too late? as soon as the blender is turned on, there will be nothing left to hold. not a single piece of bruised fruit or an intact seed. there’s something very dismal about how everything just comes out so clean, smooth and so put together. in a very strange kind of apprehension, i sometimes catch myself holding my breath as i look into the blender.

i’m still scared. i don’t want him to meet a blender. but at the same time it’s also too late, and i don’t want to care. who made his innocence mine to preserve?