I just finished re-watching the 1995 make of Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility... Oh, I do so love period shows. Also, the inside of my head sounds like old English which is hilarious and uncommonly proper. Uncommonly.

I was awestruck at how a lazy Sunday of movie-watching and slacking about was quite the contrary to other denizens of the internet, or thus had they proclaimed. So much trouble brewing in he air, so much hate and disdain. Then tonight, I read on one of my friend's status updates her proclamation.

"There should be no room for hate in this world."

To which I replied and have since decided to continue responding in prose.

Hate
Contempt
Lies
False accusations.

A tool for the tool,
Society and her ill-will.
Harm.

The deceit
A slow and debilitating disease.
A rash form of death.
Of decay.

Poor form.
Poor, poor form.

No sooner I,
I'd rather a knife on my side.

A bludgeon to the head.

Morbid and Concise.

The actual wound.

Post midnight conversational meanderings brought me to thinking about iconic music. The music I grew up with... You know, the ones where if it started playing, a majority of people would chime in.

Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody where people would chime in to that bit in the middle before Brian May's epic guitar solo...
House of Pain's Jump Around where everyone would start jumping... together and i hope the floor doesn't collapes...
Blur's Song 2 where just about anyone would join and "WOO-HOO!"
MC Hammer's Can't Touch This because "Stop, hammer time,"
Sir Mixalot's Baby Got Back because "I like big butts and I cannot lie,"
(dll.)

Yeah, the whole idea that some of the kids I know DON'T know these songs scare me more than my mother and is unacceptable. I feel sorry for them.

Poem time!
This time with a piece I call...

Sensorium

Audio.

Stimulus.

Euphoric sensory fluctuations

Occurring.

It's happening,

It's emotional, it's awe, it's raw.

It takes you away.

Lights,

Sounds,

Harmonies,

Dissonance.

Nuances of beauty and structure,

Floaty, flighty and free.

Light and devoid of trouble.

Contrasting, inspiring,

Explosions that make the heart race,

The heart skips,

The heart loses a beat,

A brain that suddenly releases its grip on reality.

Your eyes perceive,

your ears hear,

your mind wanders into the murky waters of uncertainty.

You make music.

The colours titillate,

The beats entice,

Your foot taps the ground,

Fingers rapping the surface.

Lips that pucker up.

Inhale,

Exhale.

Sound.

Cosmic Vibrations.

_________________________________________

I feel all tingly inside, a sudden burst of joy. Unimaginable what simple music construction can do to a weary soul.

I had a creepy-ass dream though I don't quite remember it. It had something to do with an interdimensional safe house, first floor was for a women's club, the upper floor was for some kind of weird fire-pit covered with a large plastic-like tarp and we had to use 'brimstone' to fire it up.

Guy: Can you make brimstone?
Me: If I'm pissed enough... hahahaha... *didn't realise he was serious*

It's freaky because the pit summons things that wouldn't be there otherwise, Like the Minotaur with a giant axe that lead me through the cavernous flux and into the safe house's portal.

I can't remember the rest now. Pfeh.

My presentation is at 10AM tomorrow. The final render is running now and everything else is done and sitting pretty on my bed. I'll have to wake up early tomorrow to do one more print and get a bagel or something for breakfast and mosey on to uni to start arranging things and hopefully bait someone into helping me pin up.

Man, this post sounds so dead. :|

Good night, world.

How is it possible that the 21st century can still have computer illiterate under 20 year olds?

SERIOUSLY!
Nobody is that dense!
It's like kuih lapis...
Nay, IT'S LIKE A BLACK HOLE.

Oh. Dear. God. WHY AM I AWAKE?

Oh, right, Quang needs CAD tutoring.

I'M A FUCKING SAINT OF A FRIEND!

Sorry for the noisy chatters fellow housemates. :(

Today's post is about fish. Yes, fish.

I've again come across Which Fish Are Okay To Eat? o'er the internet and, true to form, now I feel bad. Not the good kind of bad where you feel cool like the Fonz but bad as in karmatically (I made that word up) you might dissolve into a puddle of blubbering, crying mass on the floor with nobody to tell you it's okay and the fish had it coming. Overdramatic? Not really.

I'm writing down the names of fishes only on the 'Yes' column and attaching photos of them because 1. It's easier for me to commit to memory if I can actually SEE the types of fish and 2. It'll be good to stick to the yesses only.

Coho Salmon

Arctic Char

Barramundi

Cobia

Striped Bass

joke, joke!

Rainbow Trout

Catfish
(I'm thinking all catfish are edible?)

Joking again, there's too many kinds of catfishes to narrow down on just one picture.

Tilapia

Sardines

Dab

Flounder

Red Mullet

Black Bream

Herring from Norway

Mackerel

Gurnard

and it looks like a small aircraft :|

Seabass fished with line and stillnet

Albacore Tuna

Big Eye Tuna

Anchovy

Blackcod/Sablefish

Halibut

Crimson Snapper

Cod

White Seabass

All I can say right now is this fishes are really ugly creatures. And tasty.

Okay, I didn't go to the PPP (Preliminary Pisser's Presentation) because I am unprepared. Also, I woke up late. Whoop-dee-doodly-doo.

Finish up goddamn CAD so I can move on to doing the presentation pieces and get everything else done. Hish. Harder than I though.

Oh look! An article on table manners! I shall sleep early tonight.

Who knew beets, garlic, alfalfa, chili flakes, olive oil and pasta would taste so good! I practically inhaled a bowl full of it!

I cannot wait until Studio two is over. It's driving me mad.

Preliminary (pisser's) presentation tomorrow, chances are my brain will just go blweaaahhh and pretty much mean I'd rosakkan the whole thing. I'd much rather stay at home but my ego wont let me. Also, I'm grossly unprepared.