spiderpig: (STALKER GEEK // ariake koichi)
Prof RB has given the approval sign for all the modules I'm planning so I'll send him the finalized forms when I get my classes confirmed in SILS.

Which means, CC is confirmed. Hurrah! I love Prof RB! :) I really want to map CC for lit. Maybe I can map it for JS too? Hmmm I shan't push it at the moment. What I really need to do, is hope really hard that I can get CC and my three day week (with the other four days left for running around Tokyo and Greater Tokyo -- I foresee weekend expeditions!) will be set for the Fall term!

Bad Jokes

Jul. 16th, 2009 07:25 pm
spiderpig: (STALKER GEEK // ariake koichi)
I have a questionable sense of humor.

Yesterday, a caucasian boy (around my age I suppose?) came in with his Chinese friends and brought up Cyril Wong's The Boy With the Flower (In His Ass) (I can't remember if that was part of the title) and asked me if Math Paper Press was going to be producing any more publications.

Being the dunciad that I am, I responded that I wasn't too sure. And then I paused and said "The ass only has room for one flower at the moment."

He was silent for like two seconds and then burst out laughing.

PAISEH I GOT VERY BAD SENSE OF HUMOR ONEEEE.

readings

Jul. 15th, 2009 01:22 pm
spiderpig: (literary criticism)
From a friend's Facebook Profile:

Favourite Quotes:
I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how a rock can beat scissors, but there's no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around the rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I’ll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody. A rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When I play rock paper scissors, I always choose rock. then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh shit I’m sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole.

About me:
14 things I REALLY hate about people..

* People who point at their wrist while asking for the time....I know where my watch is pal, where the f*ck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

* People who are willing to get off their arse to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.

* When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". F*cking right! What good is a cake if you can't eat it?

* When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the f*ck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do People do this? Who and where are they?

* When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No tosser, I paid 10 quid to come to the cinema and stare at the f*cking floor.

* People who ask "Can I ask you a question?". Didn't really give me a choice there, did you sunshine?

* When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.

* When people say "life is short". What the f*ck?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever f*cking does!! What can you do that's longer?

* When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks, "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here,Kn*bhead?

* People who say things like 'My eyes aren't what they used to be'. So what did they used to be? ears, Wellington boots?

* When you're eating something and someone asks 'Is that nice?' No it's really revolting - I always eat stuff I hate.

* People who announce they are going to the toilet. Thanks that's an image I really didn't need.

* McDonalds staff who pretend they don't understand you unless you insert the 'Mc' before the item you are ordering.....It's has to be a McChicken Burger, just a Chicken Burger get blank looks. Well I'll have a McStraw and jam it in your McEyes you f*cking McTosser.


I really find this funny!

Anyway, today Cake was a nice cat and decided to, after hiding under the couch as Ninja Cake, patter off to his enclosure (I shouldn't call it an 'enclosure' but it really is!) peacefully. It definitely beat yesterday Monday, where I tried to entice him with an umbrella handle -- cat-handling him halfway -- and everything possible. Only the Waste Management Truck managed to scare him off into the bowels of the Toilet.

Yesterday, Cake decided that my hand smelt good and proceeded to NOM NOM NOM on it. D: Silly Cake! I batted his hand away and he was shocked and surprised because well frankly, no one has batted his hand away before? And then he wanted more. OH CAKE.

I'm currently reading Gombrich's The Story of Art in an attempt to give myself a crash course on Art History. It's about 500 pages long and I might finish it before I head off to Tokyo but I'll still ship it along its merry way? It's proving to be a good read. There's no pretense about it, Gombrich lays it down clear and simple. This is Art and this is art. There is almost no wrong reason to like a piece of art, but there are wrong ways to dislike something. It's so refreshing, from the past three semesters of academic jargon, to read something -- written by an academic no less -- that's easy to understand. Nevermind that the book is hugely and grossly thick, nevermind that it is 500 pages of tissue-paper thin sheets long; it is something like a haiku. Infinitely simple. The rolls of meaning are curled up in every sentence.

I've been busy the past few weeks, which accounts for my non-accounts of my life. And writing. I haven't been writing, save for a long paragraph. An opening for my short-story. But there has been nothing left. Writing the Buddhism essay has left me high and dry. I'm slowly repairing the travesty that I've written. Now that I look back on it, it looks superbly unpolished. Not publishable standard. I am screwed.

Still, there is Gombrich!

I have a whole pile of books on reservation at both BA and P&C and it's working against my Work For Japan savings plan! Granted that books are always a good investment, but I can't eat them when I'm hungry there. I'm chucking back all the Japanese editions of Soseki (514 yen is only $8!; 352 yen is $5!!! Japanese books are cheap in Japan!) I found in BA because I know I can get them cheaper at Book Off or any other bookstore in Japan. Though, I am still going to keep one of the longer essays I found (やがて哀しき外国語) until I find a copy in Japan. :)

I just checked for the books I just returned to the shelves. There are in stock in Kinokuniya Japan. Haha. I could just order them. (ISBN 9784101010014 and 9784101010137) When I'm there, I mean. The covers are really beautiful. I hope they have these editions when I get there!

I forsee myself placing orders every month and getting my brother to ship them off to me, my care package of books, once there is enough to justify a shipment. Told my brother that I'll pay him to pick things up like Monocle and books for me. Monocle is S$30 in Japan! I'm not spending that for something that costs $19.90 here! (That said, I'll be keeping my Kino card for Monocle. I don't get a discount off magazines at BA.)

So I need to slowly clear my stock of wishlists. I don't think anyone will give me books as a farewell gift (although that would be lovely). I don't have that many at P&C, but they're generally more expensive. (Zizek's book is $52!!) I will most probably clear another book, a.k.a buy, off the BA pile next week.

Working has left me want of energy and sleep. Not that I don't like work. I like being tired and sleepy because of work than being sleepy and tired because of nothing at all! Still, I am yawning slightly too often. It will all pass once the symposium is over!

Alright. Back to Gombrich -- I mean work.
spiderpig: (grumpy :: ariake koichi)


coffee + 4500 words (of which i have 2800) + 3 hours sleep + roaaarrr

bzzzzzt bzzzt )
spiderpig: (STALKER GEEK // ariake koichi)
So I sit here, with Stars playing in the background, a cup of tau huay ju beside me. It's been two days already, and I'm just starting my third day at Polymath & Crust. It's been a wonderful ride so far, on a vehicle (lumbering, with loud music and soft cool upholstery) that I never want to get off. I'm a little sad that I'll be leaving all of this behind when I head off to Tokyo. The likelihood of getting hired by a nice, friendly bookstore is rather low. Still, I'll persist? Cow Books seems like a lovely place to try first. Otherwise I'll just roam around the bookstores and cafes.

Everyone is really nice -- I feel bad when I screw up (I've made a customer annoyed with my ineptitude in rolling posters - but I've perfected it already!; panicked over non-existent missing cash; fumbled with transactions, because money makes me jittery and other people's money makes me even more panicky) and they're nice about it. That makes me feel even worse. I mean noooo, please tell me off! No, I'm not masochistic much.

But still, I've learnt a lot and will learn a lot more as the days go by. I'm psyched about working here because I really do want to own a bookstore of my own in the future - something similar, but also distinct from Polymath and BooksActually - and this is like a postmodern apprenticeship of sorts.

I like meeting the people who walk in, the very different people who walk in (and of course, the people who stop outside, peer through the glass - sometimes smiling - but don't come in); just a while ago, two young girls came shuffling into the store, armed with huge cameras (where do kids get the money these days?!) and started snapping everything around. It was cute. It was nostalgic. I used to do that with the careless abandon that they have. I felt incredibly old when I looked at them and talked to them.

But yes, we are having an exhibition starting this Saturday (all the way until 17 July methinks) called "Wunderkammer; The Cabinet of Curiosities". It's done by Kenny and Karen of BooksActually / Polymath & Crust fame and it's positively... positively, I don't really know how to describe it. Pungent? Odd? Whimsical? Deep? Well, come and see for yourself. We're at No. 86 Club Street.

I need to get back to work - essay (oooovvveerrrdduuuueeeee) and real work. No more swiss missing around!
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Today (which really is the day until about 4pm) saw me and Sim studying at Chinatown Point's Coffee Bean. Which has overpriced coffee and food. Not that Starbucks is any cheaper -- but it really is . Starbuck's coffee really is cheaper! At least, from my very bad memory! But oh well. Coffee + Vanilla is tasty tasty. So it was all good in the end.

What was really funny though, was how the counter staff (this hulking Indian man) convinced me to spend $10 on my lunch. 10 fucking dollars! Which I could have spent on MUCH MORE DELICIOUS FOOD. But yeah, I was considering pasta, or a cheapo piece of pie or cake but just looking at the menu had the Indian Man tell me how I should get their gourmet sandwiches instead.

"Um, I wasn't really planning on eating a sandwich for lunch...." I whimpered, because I am Chinese and Chinese people eat nice hearty wholesome carbo-filled meals for lunch (and dinner, not sandwiches -- which are awesome for every other meal).

The Indian Man will not hear anything of it. "These are not just sandwiches! They are gourmet sandwiches!"

"Ummmmm, I really want to get pasta instead."

"Our gourmet sandwiches are really really good! If you don't like them I will refund you your money!"

"Um... Okay..." Because I realized that the sandwich set was like $9.90 and my pasta was like $9.90 too (friggin' expensive, sigh).

"You get a free drink too!"

Hip hip hooray!

So I order a Rosemary Chicken gourmet sandwich (wtf) and get a Swedish (WTF) iced tea. Which was strange. Y'see the Swedish Berry Iced Tea tasted like, water, but everytime I took a sip, I'd get hit by an infusion of berriness. It's like, a smell, a feeling, but no taste. It totally confounded my senses.

Anyway, the rosemary chicken sandwich was good (boohoo cannot get back my money) despite the abundance of evil tomatoes.

study study study )

Went down to BooksActually after lunch and thought of getting my BBF, Robin, checked out. But since I went there rather unannounced, and it was the lunch hour, Kenny and Karen weren't there (hello! if you're reading this heheheh!) so I hung around with Sim and we tried to choose a present for her friend Prashan. Who I kept calling Prakash. In the end she left with de Botton's The Art of Travel (which I bought for my cousin for christmas); and I grabbed a book on design. Title promptly forgotten because my brother took it out to read. I think I might get Sontag's On Photography next for him to read.

(Yes, it is amazing. My brother, who only touched puzzle omnibuses, now reads! It's really Murakami who did it, because he saw me reading After Dark and was pretty enticed by the cover of a girl's neck [LOL], and asked if he could read it. So I lent it to him -- it, and all my books, come back pretty banged up, pun not intended -- and he liked it! He's now picking up and trying any book I buy, which is a feat in itself, considering how he abhorred books before. It's just encouraging to see him try to read anything, even if he doesn't like it in the end.)

So anyway, embarrassing moment of the day: I discovered a box of little notebooks at the back of the shop (where all the poetry and non-fiction are) and I started rifling through them because they were those first-line little notebooks that I have a few off. Lo and behold there were first-lines from nearly all my favourite books and I started picking them all up - like, 5 or 6 - and then went to the counter to ask how much they were.

The very nice girl there told me that they were not for sale because they weren't ready yet! OMG I THINK I DIED THERE AND THEN. Hahaahaha, I got too carried away with seeing first lines from Lolita (I devour their Lolita items) and Murakami and I can't remember what else I grabbed that I was like "OMG I'M SO SORRY I WILL PUT THEM BACK RIGHT AWAY".

Sorry, book nerdiness is not cool. :(

Anyway, 'twas a fun-filled afternooooon. Have to study now. I like cakes and pies. Nom nom nom.

Oh yes! Parting gift!



Sim's friend thinks that I am like this guy. LOL ORZ.


EDIT:

Aforementioned Penguin book on design is this! Design as Art! By Bruno Manari.

spiderpig: (moyashimon rabu)


I was going to pick up the BBF on Wednesday but my brother surprised me by buying it for me Today!!!!! :D

more low-res pictures behind the cut )

I have the bestest little brother in the whole wide world!!
spiderpig: (moyashimon rabu)

Wow.

In a few weeks (12 days to be exact) I will turn 20. I'd have just climbed over the fence and landed safely on the other side of the field. I wonder if the grass will be greener.

I asked my mum if I could have a Blackbird, Fly for my 20th - only because she's been chipper about giving presents this year. Last year I had a pocket of air - and was promptly turned down. A new computer and mouse? No problem. New pairs of shoes? A-OK. But a (beautiful) film camera? No.

So here's the compromise.

My brother will be getting me the Blackbird, Fly (the initials will now be known as Best Brother Forever!) -- praytell it's not an empty promise -- and mum will be giving me money to spend on books. Which is as good, or perhaps better, because I do love my books. I plan to spend around half of it at BooksActually, and then the rest on graphic novels at Kinokuniya.

I kind of want to do a pre-birthday celebration at BooksActually on the 29th, because that's the only time I can actually get out of the house to celebrate my birthday. Any other time would be too late, or having Exams to deal with. The woes of being born at the end of the year.

But what I reallly want for my birthday is my grandma to leave with dignity.

EDIT:

Things I have to do this week
  1. Do a bank transfer into my PP account (visit DBS on Wednesday morning?)
  2. DannyChooxAnimax Blogging Workshop on Wednesday morning
  3. STUDY
  4. Ethics essay
  5. AFA08
spiderpig: (fangirls~ "haaaruuuhiiii~")
If no one can tell, I love Nabokov a lot. And now, at BooskActually, I am known as the NabokovKid. Not the NabokovGirl because Karen (the co-owner of BooksActually) is my 'senior' in NabokovLoving.

I loved today, despite the aching feet and the feat that it was for me to walk all over town in painful (fake) Birks.

Although it started off on a bad start (Clare being late for nearly an hour :\), I thoroughly enjoyed myself at BooksActually.

BooksActually? Yeah, that bookstore that I've been pimping for the last half year!

(Side note here: I AM 18 YEARS OLD AS OF NOW!)

Aside from that interruption, I love BooksActually a great deal. Nevermind that it stocks brilliant and sometimes rarely found titles that can't be found in Kinokuniya and Borders, what I appreciate and am thankful for is the service. Buying Joy Ogawa's Obaasan and Nabokov's Cloud Castle Lake is one thing but having the storeowners (Kenny and Karen) smile and greet you and remember who you are is wonderful. You don't get that in large chain bookstores.

It's just like today, I felt that I just had to go down and wish the store a Happy Birthday because of the immense hold it has on me. Even if I've only been there 3 times so far, I feel the need to support it so much that I must buy something, anything. It's like tacit collusion, my own way of saying "I want and need you guys to continue operating BooksActually. I need this bookstore to go to." They provide me with (good) books, a wonderful atmosphere to relax in, great music and I desperately purcahse typewritten poems and handmade notebooks to keep them going.

Today I stepped into the bookstore, adrenaline already rushing because of the white balloons hanging around the entrance, perched on stair-rails. And whoosh! The door opens and lo and behold, the bookstore is full. Brimming with people! Overflowing with human beings! Churning with life! I was shocked for a moment. Stark contrast from the usual quiet and comfortably empty (a person or two speckled the white walls) room. Then I felt really happy. I mean, this isn't my bookstore, and I didn't feel as though my space (what space!) was being invade (like the private bookstore Rachel and I frequent) - I was just thinking "No more 3 books a day! It's going to be a ton of books a day!" Then Kenny waves, I wave back and Clare and I plunge into the depths of Rhodia notebooks, Murakami, Orwell and printed postcards.

At the cashier, my illicit love for Nabokov is finally found out. "Ahhh, so you like Nabokov alot!" he exclaims, looking at my Cloud, Castle, Lake and the Nabokov postcard and stickers I got. Evidently, he also rememberd last time when I let loose my innerNabokov by requesting for Lolita as my favourite book for this photo-exhibition. Kenny presents me with a book he gave to Karen for her birthday. The elusive Nabokov's Butterflies all in its thick, smooth-covered glory in my hands. It was evidently well-read and my heart wept for I found another NabokovLover. I mean, I knew that Karen loved Nabokov - it screamed so on her namecard, it bellowed through the bookstore with its thorough collection of his works, the little stickers, the surprising amount of postcards, notepaper dedicated to him; but Nabokov's Butterflies sealed the deal.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good that BooksActually is my new favourite haunt. Aside from extremely expensive books and graphic novels and manga which only and should only be bought from Kinokuniya, exploiting my member's card, I will buy my books from BooksActually. They deserve so.

So guys, if you feel tempted, give me a ring (by that I mean, a message) and I'll see when I can bring you down there to have a look see, and hopefully hook you on. I'm scheduled to drag Mindy down soon, hopefully before hte Rhodia exhibition ends, so that she can share the joy of BooksActually with me and Rachel. Because I'm sure she appreciates the so called 'useless' things such as typewritten poems and Alphabet postcards.

Alas, I didn't get to eat the waffles because of the severely understaffed store HIRE ME HIRE ME. We were there at about 2pm and the waffles would only arrive at 3pm. D: WAFFLES!! Nevermind, the Les Mistons notebooks (hi, I like gave up my Alice in Wonderland Les Mistons notebook for a Arabian Nights one) made up for the lost waffles.



Departing from the most awesome place in Singapore (okay, maybe I exagerrate a little), Clare and I headed to Orchard to hover around magazines and books at Kinokuniya and then I joined Yen, Meryl and Vince (OMG WITH LONG HAIR AND HOT BOD) at Takashimaya for Yen was looking for a bag and some jewellery.

I miss GMUFC. We had great times back in our heyday. Haha, I make myself sound like I'm 81, instead of 18.

Here's to a good year ahead, and an awesome time with books :D.

As of now, I thank Rachel Koh, Ketty (for wishing me to be the 1st Flying "Indian"), Manda and Wenseng, Doris (who scared me slightly when she called me :D ), Ah boi, AlexPaul, Amesoh, Eileen, Weiling, Ah Pong, Tsu, Gomes and my lovely brother for wishing me a happy birthday. [This list will be updated! Do not fret!]

EDT: I forgot to mention what a dork I am. As we're about to leave, Kenny mentions that we can grab a balloon. So I get all excited and 8D!!! and try and jump for one. I grab the ribbon and go teeter-tottering around the bookstore like a clown because I lost my balance and I turn around sheepishly - one of the co-owners? She was giggling at my dorkiness. XD ANYWAY I HAVE A BALLOON AND YOU ALL DON'T.
spiderpig: (ph34r m3!!!)
Okaaaay.

I have to meet my target of 24 outlines before the History exam hits me.

>_> I seem to be neglecting Econs a bit, other than you know, revising. Alright, I'll go do some outlines too. D:

Rawr I am a mugger. Which was the group of people that I had formed Muggers and Cuppers United? Raise your hands please!

I like being at the near top of my class a.k.a keep my top 3 position. So yeah. Gotta work.

It's sad, there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. And my lunch sadly, was paid for by morsels of Production and Cost - which reminds me of that horribly sick acronym I made up for Cheryl Lee's purposes. Hearts for copulating rabbits and macaroni rice! I think it's searchable under the econs tag. Gasp yes, I have an econs tag.

This message is for Rachel, but all you book loving people out there... (in Singapore, I mean) )

I love BooksActually - they talk like us don't they, Rachel? :D
spiderpig: (tamaki geeking)
Un friends-locked because Books Actually (125A Telok Ayer Street), is actually worth it! This is probably the best store in Singapore, and I'm not just saying that because I love books. The whole concept of the store is so endearing, and you sure as hell know that the store-owners know their stuff - and love it. Sure Books Actually is small, but here small is good. Shelves are chocked full with classics and obscure books that just send me into visual and literary orgams just looking through. I mean, wow. The attention paid to detail - the customer service!! - is impeccable. I mean, wow, the hordes of little toy soldiers around? You have to see it to understand what I mean. There's no doubt a healthy collection of Hughes and Nabokov, since both of the owners' favourite authors are those. I mean, wooooooooooooow. They're so friendly, and Kenny actually rememberd (albeit slightly wrongly) my name from the e-mail I sent asking whether they were open on Vesak Day! Kudos to great customer service.

I left there with my wallet $23 lighter - Joy Kogawa's Obasan, a cute little pin with a couple of my favourite writers on them, a Harry Potter bookmark (and by that I mean, it was made out of a page from a book!) and two book-cover matchboxes (Curious George and Tim Burton's Oyster Boy). Hell yeah, I am going to go ther at least once a month with Rachel and buy one book, and a whole lot of knick-knacks too! I think my next buy will be their kitschy postcards and maybe a moleskine notebook, in addition to whatever Random Read I find.

It was cute, the way I found Obasan. I'm probably going to go there for 26 consecutive times, each time trying to buy a book with an author of a different alphabet? <3

Hahah, Rachel and I became models for a day, posing for an art-exhibition. We got our portraits taken with This Side of Paradise (Rachel) and me with Lolita. We could pose with anything that represented us the most - I chose Lolita because haha, Nabokov's style is <3s and I am like Humbert Humbert. Though, no loli-con or shouta-con here!

They have a beautifully bound version of Conrad's Heart of Darkness for only $29!! I am so going to buy that and just slowly read it and enjoy the nice old papery smell.

EDIT:

OH HO. I FORGOT TO MENTION - Idiot Savant Tan strikes again? I got a 7/8 for my AQ. Hurrah? This bodes well for my SAT essay component. :D()()()

Unfortunately, I still have "tortured expression" for like, the short answer questions which I used to kick ass at. D: JTAAAAAAAAAN.

EDIT:

!!! Rachel reminded me! We boarded the wrong train 3 times! 2 Times on the same day! OMFG LAH. WE ARE RETARDS.

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