Salvador Dali

When I was much younger, perhaps a little over 7, I had quite a complete collection of Disney Encyclopedia for Kids. It was quite a fad in the 90s, every other kid had this collection. So, before I developed my love for reading, I started with my love for looking at pictures. Visual images could completely catch my attention and I could actually stare at it for a long time and let my imagination have a run (known later on in life as 'stoning').

There was a painting that I remember in one of these encyclopedia books and ever since I set my eyes on them, I never could really forget the impact I felt. As a kid, I probably thought I was scared to see something so weird. But now, I could say I was more in awe. It had interpretations a 7 year old could never comprehend and I just sat there watching this painting imprinting itself in my mind. Quite fascinated, I did intentionally flip to the page where I could find this painting whenever I had a visual hunger.

Recently, this painting came back to haunt my memory. I was so curious about what the painting was about, who painted it, and why the hell was someone carrying a cross and fending off tall horses and elephants? It was annoying that I realize I may not be able to ever find my answers by googling "tall elephant paintings". Actually, if I googled "long legged elephant paintings" I may have found a link, but I didn't think of putting it that way. My mistake.

So then I had a pleasant conservation with Terence about art history and all. He told me everything he knew and the conversation lead to Salvador Dali, a surrealist at work and his famous paintings which included the long legged elephants. Then excitedly, I went, "Oh!! I've been looking for this person for a while!! How do i spell his name again?" Which lead to a series of online research and finally being able to look upon this painting once again after over a decade of ignorance.

Ladies and gentleman, shall I present to you the man that has been subconsciously looking for me all this time; Salvador Dali and his "Temptations of Saint Anthony", exactly how I remembered it to be over 10 years ago.

The Temptation Of Saint Anthony.

Salvador Dali

Dali's Signature

PS: When I saw the second picture, I went, "Omg! He likes cats too! We were so meant to be!"^_^

Careless Chapter 3

The Away Box

Entering the building, it was as if one was entering a great asylum of which was just hit by a massive outbreak of admittance due to a natural disaster. There were some people sitting around looking hurt, while there were others looking strangely transparent and slowly hovering along the corridors and the rooms, as if looking for something.

"Oh Lord, have mercy." exclaims Mother Goose. "Are they..."

"Yes, She's already extinguished some of us. Sometimes, they come back. Sometimes they don't." utters Ego. " I believe Conscience was one of the lucky ones who did. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for Trust and Faith."

"Dear old Faith, I really liked Faith." says Conscience.

"I'm surprised She hasn't come for you again, Consy." expressed a tall dark figure standing against the wall with a hideous smile. Large shackles could be seen broken into the arms and the legs. A tired looking unsuccessful attempt to unchain the right shackle was also visible.

"Hello, Guilt. I see you have been well." says Mother Goose

"Of course, my dear. How else would dear old Consy here survive another fall if wasn't for me? I believe I have been useful, and if it wasn't for Ego, Trust would have been in her gardens pruning her rose bushes, isn't that right, Ego old friend?"

"Is that true Ego?" Mother Goose asks with a frown no one will ever forget.

"Necessary steps had to be taken. Trust was at fault for leading us to a resolution at the expense of many others! I merely saved the rest of us from becoming like Love. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, does it not, Guilt? But of course, I never expected you to be able to make that decision, not even for yourself!" argues Ego.

"Trust and Hope were the only ones keeping the lot of us from being extinguished! If She didn't get to us, we would have faded out ourselves without them! And with Trust gone, we have failed to find Hope's whereabouts!" spat Guilt.

"Hope lives, for now. But I cannot guarantee Hope's existence for much longer." Ego mentions without a pause.

Guilt then rushes forward and striking Ego in the face as both fall into a struggle.

Conscience screams.

"Children! Stop this at once!" screams Mother Goose.

Conscience held Guilt back while Naughtiness helped Ego up.

"I do not need your help, woman." says Ego as he pulls his arm away from Naught.

" That's enough, Ego! Your despicable struggle with Guilt will have to wait. I want to know what has happened to Love, immediately!" orders Mother Goose.

Just then, a strong cold gush of wind blasted along the corridor. Everyone had to crouch down to prevent falling over while covering their faces from protection from flying objects.

"What in God's name is happening now?!" yells Mother Goose at the top of her voice

"It's HER!" yells Guilt.

The strong wind turned into a squall which lasted for a short while before subsiding completely. Leaving the place in a mess of objects and people. It was then made obvious that Work was missing.

" Looks like She needed Work," noticed Ego. "or perhaps not."

"You better pray Work is not extinguished, Ego" threatens Guilt.

"Not everything is my fault, you know. But don't worry, Work was probably just called away. He'll be back in the ab." explains Ego.

" Now before the two of you go off into one of your insufferable scuffles, we should head to where Love is. I need to speak with Love urgently, before any of you gets called away or, God-forbid, extinguished!" exclaims Mother Goose while tidying her hair and dress.

"Why don't Naught lead the way this time?" says Ego with a sneaky smirk.

"Yes, let us go Naught. Come now, dear. I don't have all day!" says Mother Goose.

Naught wipes the hesitantly worried look on her face and proceeds without a word.


To be continued.

Careless Chapter 2

Chapter 2

So all 4 inner selves and Mother Goose enter this cave like opening , dark and hollow, and proceeded in quite a merry looking fashion when all of a sudden, they sunk, well more like dropped, into the ground. And if you were to look into what they dropped into, it would be like looking down from the top of a tunneling water slide that goes around. Except that it wasn't water that was causing the flow.
It was more of a stream-like looking bright turquoise flow of something not quite liquid or gas. And this flowed with much grace and gentleness , it actually looked like soft after-feathers constantly growing from the rachis, in an underwater-y way.

So this ride went on for a few minutes, quite comfortably as you may imagine. You could sit down and extend your elbows backwards into a lean while looking up into something shining but dark at the same time, and if I could ever put this shining object into simple words, it would be called, 'the dark side of the sun'.

Mother Goose was sitting down on her sideway-folded legs in a lady-on-a-Sunday-picnic-like way while Naught had her head on her lap chatting about something a mother and daughter might chat about on a Sunday picnic. Work was studying the substance they were riding on and wondered how this could contribute into forming ideas. Conscience was stroking the feathers and humming a praise and worship song while appreciating and being grateful for the comfortable ride. Ego was standing up and looking forward, hands folded, into the distance, looking rather moody and thoughtful.

Then, they all plopped into a standing position and proceeded walking without interruption, as if they weren't aware the ride had ended.

"Well, here we are."said Ego

There was a huge box looking building, having the same measuring characteristics as a standing closed book. Tall and slender on one side and wider on the other.

"So that's the ab then, is it? It doesn't look like a place where you inner selves might bee happy living in, if i say so myself!" said Mother Goose

"We have roomates." conscience innocently mentions. "Well sometimes, at least.

"That's...very nice, conscience darling." coos Mother Goose. "Right then, perhaps we should go in and say hi. It's getting a bit cold out here"

Ego lead the way.

To be continued....

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Careless...

I don't really know what it is, exactly, but that's a way to describe how my moods have been these few days..Careless, not as in a klutz kinda careless..but more of the unconcerned negligent careless.. I do not have this urge to want.. Thus in short, I do not 'want'.. .want being the verb here..


I find that I have been indifferent to almost everything I use too care so much about... Individuals, physical needs, variety, colours, joy, comfort, least of all, things.. Everything seems to be fading somehow,even more now.. I do not wish for it to fade, but it just does despite my futile meek mental protests.. Everything is clouded by this haze of "lack" itself.. Well, everything but my work, which seems to be the only burning flame I have left in this often raining weather.. so the only thing left to do is to hold on to it like no other, because I cannot go on flameless, not now.. The funny thing is, this only thing keeping me sane is probably the very same thing that will cost me my sanity , if overdone..


Do you know what I mean?


Despite my deranged detachment from the side of me that consists most of my emotions, I continue to stay sane by working (this is easy due to the fact that I am highly passionate in my field).. but you get this feeling that if you continue to try to stay sane by working and working and working and it's the only thing you ever do, you, will, unfortunately, but, inevitably, break..
I know this, you know this, everybody knows this.. So what does one do about it?


'Well, first of all, you shouldn't have made 'work' your life line now, innit, you sorry ass excuse of insanity?'

...says my alter ego...


'Maybe, you need to find a way to rekindle your flames and find joy, and love and make up for all that you've lost and the people you left behind. This is not totally about you, it's also about the people around you.'

...says my diplomatic-idealistic-church-going conscience...


'You need to shut your pie-hole and get back to work!!!'

...says the newly-formed-perasan-workaholic-inner-nerd....


'I think you just need to get laid~~~'

....says the hedonistic naughtiness....


'How about everybody just shuts up, and let the poor dear let her feelings out however way she feels most comfortable in? She's obviously going through some things.'

...says Mother Goose....


'Mother Goose?? What are you doing in this mind???'

...exclaimes the hedonistic naughtyness...


'I, am here to help, obviously. Seems like the mess isn't going to clear itself up now is it? You aren't even trying to really help, Naught, and put on some pants, for God sakes!'

...Mother Goose collects them up and shoos them away with her thick British accent....

'Where's the rest?'


'....I think they're in the ab....'

says conscience


'Ab? What's that, then?'


'The 'Away Box'. She's made this compartment to put us all in and picks us up if she needs us at any time. She hardly ever comes to pick us up now. Some of us just barge into her face, it's really distracting, personally,I find.'

Mentions Work, while glaring at Naught ...


Naughtiness then turns and lifts her half buttoned down make shift pyjama that was obviously once a man's shirt right above her left but cheek and says,

' Find this, nerd!'

' Children, children! Let's just all go back to the ab then, I need to speak with all of you, however many you may be now. She really needs to stop making new habits and better the old! Really! How does she manage all of you barging in and out of her mind like that!

...Mother Goose then bustles them away from the frame ......


- To be perhaps continued..

absence....

here is my explanation for my absence and this really short post;

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=10304646778


busy busy busy!


Meanwhile, eveything's pretty fine with me:)

Ok, back to work!

From India, With Love

Despite the unoriginal and boring title, i am having a wonderful time in India!
And yes, I am currently in Chennai since the 11th, if you didn't know.

I'm priviledged to have Kuhan's family's hospitality here. And so far, Chennai has been illuminating. The colours for the local bazaar are absolutely amazing! And it's not as filthy as I've been told. I mean, I probably expected much worse but the living condition I'm exposed to so far isn't horrible at all. We have similar types of filth in Malaysia. Except maybe we don't see and smell ppl's pee in the streets as often. But then, I suppose being in the upper middle class society might offer a better view of India. Ofcourse I do see the hardships of the locals. However, there's definitely a huge gap between sympathizing and relating to.

On a lighter note, I will be leaving for Bangalore tomorrow and Goa 3 days after and I'm absolutely excited out of my wits! Can't wait for some sun and sea and sight seeing~ It's really too bad I can't upload any photos here. The USB on this computer isn't working. So until I find one that does, use your imaginations k:) Till then!

gastrorgasms

Last night I have had the pleasure of having my friend Chris dining with me in Heritage Row. We were at Mezza Notte, a very nice Italian restaurant cum sushi bar. This, ladies and gentlemen, is an experience I have to share. For this, was the first time ever i have experienced orgasmic sensations with the first bite of dessert.

Let me introduce to you, the heavenly Tortino De Ciocolato. A frosted chocolate cake so divine, it has a rich melting center that when combined with the vanilla ice-cream and strawberry on the side, the experience is absolutely tantalizing! I swear to God the effect is immediate. Once the combination hits your taste buds, your orgasm starts and continues to flow gently down your throat leaving a favourable after-taste of warm strawberry puddings and melting vanilla ice-cream by the cosy warm fire in the winter.



It was unfortunate that I was unable to take more pictures as I was too high on Tortino De Ciocolato that I felt I was in Heaven with every bite. It didn't even feel sinful, it felt so pure and so right. Suprisingly, the richness didn't leave a lethargic aftereffect (with dinner beforehand, mind you) like how all chocolate cakes seem to overdose on sugar and cream and cocoa. The richness was light enough to keep asking for more and more and you eventually let your mind wonder of chocolate heaven during the day. This is definately the best dessert I have ever had.


Shadowed by the Tortino De Ciocolato, was the delightful Frozen Cappuccino shaped into a charming cup. It was basically quality cappuccino coffee with a pastry handle, topped with cappuccino cream. Absolutely charming!




I will definitely be going back to Mezza Notte for another affair with my latest infatuation, the Tortino De Ciocolato:)

devirg.INK.nization

Today was a good day compared to yesterday. No, it was great. Involving important things surrounding me; Work, personal life, food:) Here's the best part, I have finally, after all these years of wanting, got myself inked! I started with a small and timeless design, to test water la right. See if I am able to tahan the pain. Got fucking excited for my first, and still smiling about it too. The artist who inked me is tattoo extraordinaire Jap Loh hailing from Singapore. I've seen his excellent work of art on other people, it somewhat seemed trivial to ask him to do mine. So next time, I'll definitely opt for something more personal and elaborate, which btw, I already have in mind :3

Whoopie~~

Ladies and gents,

This is it, I have finally been involved with a humble film production for an upcoming movie for local and international screens! Wohoooo~~~

We had our first shoot yesterday and it was great. I'm really excited with the progression of this learning experience. I will, not be on the silver screens. as some of you might think, but even better. I will be directly involved with the whole production! I'm anticipating extreme mental pleasure and and intense stress at the same time. How does that make me feel? FUCKING EXCITED!!! Ahahahaha.. But most of these activities happen mentally, you don't get to see me jumping up and down like a chihuahua on caffeine overdose.

The people are great and each play a big part in this production. Special thanks to Yuri and Juli and Adrian for this priceless experience. Although I may tend to favour music production, but hey, this is still something I will indulge in. Do stay tune for updates and support locally made films!

BTW, which sounds better, Production Manager or Assistant Director?
Ahaaak~
XD

Slither~~

Today, i will be logging in a curious dream invaded by snakes during my last slumber. You know, I find my dreams quite fascinating especially when it contains elaborate details on various elements. Although sometimes unpleasant, but fascinatingly so, non the less. But of course, this will not automatically transform this into a dream log blog, rest assure.

Let me introduce the perpetrators;

Snake 1.
Resembling similar hide colour and texture, most probably a Mexican burrowing snake, a large worm snake, or a slender blind snake (Yes, I did some research)
- Not venomous


Snake 2.
The Coral Snake
- Venomous


Snake 3.
The Cobra (with hide resembling a diamondback rattlesnake, a hybrid perhaps?)
-Highly venomous






















I am not usually frightened by snakes, in fact, I find them astounding. But of course, if you have read my previous 'nightmare' entry, there just had to be that little chasing game between the snakes and myself, although this time I am certain my boyfriend joined me. The snakes appeared at different times in the same location, which i shall not disclose for now, and the funny thing is, when I reached the 'safe room', I always managed to slam the door at their faces. Except for the coral, I kinda deliberately squished it's nose between the door and the frame. Hahaha~

After that, it just became somewhat cartoony. Because if I'm not mistake, the coral looked a little something like this after the squish;

It was hilarious^_^, although I felt slightly disturbed, or rather annoyed after I woke up. I get cranky after a mental running course during my sleep, for sure.

Due to current events, I can definitely identify these 3 snakes in my life (referring to corporeal entity, or is it? O_0 ). The thing is, how do I identify which is the venomous ones???

Birds

Got into my indie-rock mood yesterday and looked up on some of kate nash's songs. And her style is so inspiring that I was able to write some stuf and got going on fruity loops, which is about time, really. Musically, I've been slightly lazy, I must admit. I suppose I was bouncing back and forth between R&B and rock, both of which I love. I think I'll be leaning to rock now, and will incorporate hip-hop with the help of my man:) can't wait till his studio's all set up, then we'll really get some work down.

Anyhoo, back to Kate Nash. Instantly fell in love with her song, Birds, which was both quirky and sweet. This is a new thing too, your's truly getting inspired by a happy-feeling song. Haha~ I would like to share with you this delightful song. Hope this touches you as it did for me.





Kate Nash - Birds

She was waitin` at the station
He was gettin` off the train
He didn't have a ticket
So he had to bum through the barriors, again.

Well the ticket inspector saw him rushin` through

He said, "girl you don't know how much I missed you
But we better run cause I
Haven't got the funds to pay
This fine"
She said "fine"

So they ran out of the station
And jumped onto a bus with
Two of yesterdays travel cards
And two bottles of bud

And he said " you look well nice."

Well she was wearin a scarf
And he thought she looked nice and
Yeah she didn't really care about
Anything else because she only
Wanted him to think that she looked nice
And he did

But he was lookin at her yeah
All funny in the eye
She said "c`mon boy
Tell me what you're thinkin` of
Don't be shy"

He said "alright I'll try"

Well the stars up in the sky
And the leaves in the tree
Oh the broke and missed branches
Pop inbetween
All of my air in the world
Is how much that I like you

She said "what?"
He said "let me try and explain again"

Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they are beautiful

That's how I feel about you

Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they are beautiful

That's how I feel about you
Yeah that's how I feel about you

She said "what?"
He said "you"
She said "what are you talking about?"
He said "you"

Right birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
Yeah they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel well scared
But when you look at them
And you see that they are beautiful
That's how I feel about you
(REPEAT)

And that's how I feel about you

She said " thanks. I like you too"
He said "cool"