Thursday, July 3, 2008
*Sob* My pearl of wisdom is gone!! :’( not that I had any anyway. Wisdom, not pearls. So my wisdom tooth is gone, one down, three to go. Three more occasions to hibernate from society and ice a swollen cheek.
So I got to the dentist this Monday. The feeling, by the way, was like those damned rides in theme parks. Those rides that take you high up and drop you without notice. I hate those rides, I can do other rides without safety harnesses and sitting upside down but I can’t do those dropping ones. It doesn’t even take you that high, but the fact that the drop is unannounced and so sudden… If only Newton knew how evil gravity was, he would’ve just eaten the apple and thought what he could have for dinner. This extracting teeth, is like that ride - you know it will happen, and once it happens it sucks, during and after. Next time, I’m drinking anaesthetics before getting on that ride… or at least laughing gas.
Oh btw for the record, I’ve had 4 teeth removed 2 years ago for my braces, and I’ve practically lived at the dentist since i was young, so its not like I have the usual Jane Doe’s resistance to the evil teethdriller.
But why did everyone say wisdom teeth will hurt like poo!?? why??
Dentist sat me down on the chair, strapped me in, placed the wet sponge on my head, and squeezed down a levre to send the electricity flowing. No, not really, he sat me down, strapped me in and introduced to me the ‘tools’ he will use on me. I will someday sue that dentist for harassing my poor sponge of a brain, it was like being at a car garage, the only tool missing was a sledgehammer. No actually, that was there, only a lawnmower was missing.
Then he started talking about his assistant and how she’s good in English but she is “sarcastic” so she won’t speak it in front of patients. I dunno, maybe he meant “sardines” because I won’t know what he meant anyway.
Dentist: You see, my assistant is like a ball of fire, she’s sarcastic.
Me: voell ov via? (??) *spit drooling*
Dentist: I like speak English, but my pronunciation has rust since when I study in London.
Me: Waeow, ou studie in ondon?
Dentist: Please to stop talking, we must stop blood to flew, flowed, flood, flow..flow? no, flew.
I appreciate that he kept talking to me to calm me down but I was more calm before coming into the room.
Also thanks to my stubborn personality, the tooth had to be drilled extensively and cut into pieces - ah, the blood diamond it is.
Do you know Dooly?:
That green creature, is me right now. Swollen cheeks, balloon green tail and a snowball for a nose.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Lots of small things that won’t fill a whole paragraph, but then again my life won’t even fill a whole paragraph so I guess its okay. Actually… shall we try to make a whole paragraph out of my life?
Shin is born. Her mother goes “Oh no…”. Her father goes “What the…”. Unborn younger brother goes “ARhhh!!” Shin grows up under staircase. When she is 13 she gets sold to Egyptians. Egyptians trade her for a camel. Shin runs away to Poland where she lives now.
There, not even a proper paragraph. *sob*
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So I’ve been driving. Big round of applause to my parents who trust me in the cockpit, they don’t know what ball of tissue I will make of their car soon. I hate parking, and I hate unparking (withdrawing from a parked position). Do you know how embarassing it is to be a bad/noob driver and to have an audience watching you? I could feel the scorning eyes of the driver in the parking lot (waiting to take the spot I was resigning from) resisting temptation to highbeam me to death. (Although, I think he was laughing his windshield off: “what a dumbass driver! hahaa”) If I could, I would change the numberplate to N00B, PLZ UNDER5TAND 5H1T DR1V1NG. I guess I’ll just walk everywhere from now on.
Oh. Went to a small mall near where I live today to pick up something. I saw, and I should have taken a picture of this, the security man/information ranger was on a motorized scooter, whizzing around, dodging shoppers. Hahaaaaaaaaaa. I guess not many applicants had the required buff phisique to walk up and down the corridors of the tiny mall. Will try to show some visuals next time.
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Btw, my a-hole teeth are coming out. I mean, wisdom teeth. I don’t see anything wise about it though. I’m not getting wise, the teeth themselves aren’t wise, there is just no wisdom factor. The only wisdom I receive from the news that these teeth are growing that they will push into my lower row causing malocclusion. I had braces for 2 years when I was younger. Then from one incident of losing the retainers that keep the teeth straight, my upper teeth have started to go back to their original unfriendly positions. I barely managed to keep the lower teeth to stay in a relatively neat row, and now the grand entry of the wisdom teeth is about to bring havoc.
Only 2 days are left until the planned extraction of one wisdom tooth. Dentist says it will be an “unpleasant feeling”, everyone else says it will “HURT LIKE POO”. I am more inclined to trust the dentist, with all his mighty authority on the subject matter, but I don’t know, what’s this weird feeling? …
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These are rescued images from a single-use camera I bought in Boots. I was curious of the quality of the camera and it’s not half bad. Thses pictures were done without flash, so they needed some photoshop retouching, but they’re hundredfold more intesting than those with flash.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Hi peoples of shincrapwriting land…how’s youz, life treatin you well and all? I’m kinda in the middle of nowhere right now, well now as in at the gates of Saturday, 21st of June, clock’s just clicked onto 00:04. I find myself switching on the wireless detecter on my laptop hoping desperately for signs of life. It’s as hopeless as trying to transmit radio signals with a plastic fork, or eating spaghetti with only a spoon. They’ve given us red overalls, yellow for those who behave well. The water smells like blood and the spiders creep around my ankles while I sleep. I long for home.
Do I need bail money? Maybe, not really, but if you’re offering I could have it though. I can buy more tuna, that’s it! Never hurts to have too many tuna cans stashed under your floorboards…
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Okay, so I fell asleep. Today is the 26th of June, 5 days after. Obviously that means all memory of the camp completely lost; anyone care to google a freeware that restores human memory? But no junky freeware please, last time I downloaded someting it planted a trojan and I had hard time getting rid of naughty thoughts popping up in my head. Rawr. My remembering is like saving files in Trash, with automatic empty trash function whenever I look away. *sigh*
That middle of nowhere ramble up there, I was at the Bible Summer Camp last weekend, organized by the Korean church. Thanks to the Lord the camp was a huge success. Even if this year there had been a considerably low amount of children, God gave this opportunity to really touch some of them. This year’s topic was ‘God’s Land’, and the talks touched on the bible’s explanation of heaven. This is probably the first thing I would ask a nonbeliever: Where will you spend eternity, heaven or hell?
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This is the camp’s 12th year running and my 11th year attending.
You want to hear something funny? I used to cheerlead (HAhahHa?) when I was young, so since 5 years ago, I’ve been asked to do the morning exercises session to wake everyone up. So on that first morning of camp last saturday, as I was instructing the kids to stretch their backs, my lower back rang a loud siren (= mooan) and gave out. Oh joy. Now I’m having troubles sitting for a long period of time or bending down. How old am I?, I’m turning 21 next week.
So yours truly has early signs of Alzheimers, lumbar disc herniation and pure case of retardation… I’m sorry, this lack of blogging is resulting in nothing else to talk about but my physical (and mental) deficiency. I’ll try to get back on track, its annoying me that pictures are pilin’, but words ain’t spillin’. ♪
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Its been 6 days since I came back home and I still haven’t settled down. That means I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.
I had so much planned to do in Warsaw, now I’m barely struggling to spend a few hours with my family… Its that work I mentioned a few weeks ago (or half a century ago, it seems, so sorry) that hasn’t ended yet and I still don’t see the green exit sign. I also think it is high time that I bought Freelancing for Dummies book, to protect myself next time I get a …special client. When I say special, I mean “My brother’s not retarded, he’s just…special” way. (Of course, I’m not really talking about my real brother here - my real brother is über special)
Ellen so conveniently advised that freelancing doesn’t mean I don’t get to have a life - so I decided to set opening hours from 9pm till 2am, hence the blogging at this inhumane hour. Blogging during the day makes me sleepy…. usually it’s blogging = night, bed. Oh and is it just me or does it takes more than one hour to blog? I think I might be special too.
I have a few doctors appointments coming up, perfect excuse to go out with the camera. I’ve had one dentist visit where I forgot to brush my teeth after eating an hour before and had to swish with water - I think doctor still found Mr. Carrot taking refuge between my 2nd and 3rd molars. And Mrs. Lettuce. She too was soon deported.
Actually that didn’t happen, why am I describing myself as a dirty person today? *fart*
Alright, since you love me so much and give a crap what I plan to do this summer, I’ll list them. But only cuz you ask.
- Furst, finish that damn shackle of a site.
- Pray to God more, read bible more.
- Learn Actionscript
- Learn XHTML+CSS to the core
- Photograph cool Polish middle aged women.
- Travel
- Grow a beard
- Redo mama’s and papa’s site
- Do portfolio.
You may notice that by September I will have only done one or none of the above, it’s obvious. Why do I even bother planning then? Well people, because my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like, its better than yours. Damn right. ♪
I’m gonna go nap for 15 hours.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
First off, sorry for the absence. Now I’m rather struggling to condense what happened for the past 10 days that kept me away from posting beautiful and meaningful crap here. There had been such an whirlwind of events: Deadlines upon deadlines, packing up a flatfull of things I never even knew I bought… I mean, who knew I had a box of one hundred pegs, or a handbag with an owl drawn on it? sob, I’m not even joking. I would’ve taken a photo of the bag but that’d make it even more lame. You can google owl bag and Pffffft at me if you really feel like it.
So, barely managed to get portfolio ready for the tutorial that finalizes the schoolyear. Mucho grovelling was done for that satisfying grade. At the end when the tutor handed me the pen to sign the paper to approve of my grade, I went all Zorro swish-swish on the paper in fear that she would change her mind. I would elaborate on how the grading system is and generally how student-friendly the school is, but I fear that it will end up with making an appointment for an anger management session. Usually I reserve such venting of frustration to my poor boyfriend and lately he’s been taking extra sleeping pills and writing a long essay that looks like a will.
Then to packing up the flat. I have just one thing to say on that: I had to trash Ben&Jerry’s Cookies and Creme Icecream! SOB.
This happens every year, some precious icecream that I’ve been saving for months somehow does not get consumed by the time I have to move, so it gets trashed. Breaks my heart everytime.
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The flight? My boyfriend and I were too tired to play our usual game of football in the airplane, and thankfully he didn’t start his fun game of telling me what’s outside the window. Our journey to Thorpe Park a year ago, we were on the train: Fence, fence, fence, tree, tree, tree, tree, billboard, man, man, tree, tree, tree, woman, factory, factory, fence, fence, fence, tree, tree, lamppost, tree, tree, tree, wire, wire…
I think I tried papercutting myself to death with the train ticket that day.
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Now that I’ve explained my absence, back to present tense. My father’s reaction when I got home: You only bought 9 Jelly Belly packets for me, I said buy 20!! Thanks, Hi to you too dad.
Again, very delighted to be back home. This year, being home is a relief, away from responsibilities of utility bills, mice infestation, and the beautiful fact that I can have sushi whenever I damn please.
These are some pictures from the roll of Fuji Velvia 100F I got developed last week; there are no photographs relevant to the ramblings of this post. Its either this, or a photo of the owl bag.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Wow I didn’t blog in a week, oops.
I’m not here to blog though, I came to see if its still alive. Apparantly it is, so I’m going to neglect it a bit more until I hear howling.
Um, I’ll be back with some pictures and juicy news about homeless cats and um stuff. Oh, soon.
bye!
scurry off
Friday, May 30, 2008
Damned goldfish memory. I was all prepped up after the flight to write all about it and a day later I’d fuzzed out on the most basic details of the experience. I know it was pleasant, yet not really, but WHY? This is exactly the reason why I always write down my name, birthdate and personal details in a notebook. So I can RELEARN IT WHEN MY MEMORY DESERTS ME. I should write a story, so I can remember it when alzheimers really kicks in and sponges up my brain. Possibly about that boy called Noah I met one summer in the countryside…
No, oops, sorry - I forgot to mention spoiler alert, aw too bad. I so very much recommend you to see The Notebook, I guarantee some tearing, or in my case, sobbing. Great movie. Although I’ve spoilt it all for you now, BaAAaahaha… (Oh and if I do write a story of my life to remember, I will most likely write about my baby Macku <3)
Oh the flight. All I remember is getting two of everything. Well almost. I don’t believe in mistreating stewardesses but I do believe in milking the plane. Milk it of food & drink supplies. They’re there to be eaten and drunk, right? Two of pretzel packets please, two of juicies, two sandwichies, two sugars, and two lifejackets please. My boyfriend does that term literally though, milking the plane. He must be the only grown up man to ask for a cup of milk - to pour and mix with Coke. Funneh thing is, actually tastes alright. South African concoction, he tells me.
I played on Nintendo Pocket to its death (of batteries) during the flight, people probably wondered where the heck all the groaning and banging was happening. Here, where my Mario keeps dying from touching TURTLES, or falling into pits of spikes. ARGHHH
Well, I landed, waited for AGES in the ALL PASSPORT queue, got my luggage and exited through the gates. About the passport controls, what’s up with that? EU passengers are less perilous? How come they get to walk swiftly through the gates like VIP? and what is there possibly to check in one’s passport for full 5 minutes? So the usual repertoire is that I wait in that line for forever and an hour more, and then go through to luggage collection to find that my bag is the last on the oh-so-merry-go-round, looking all dizzy from the umpty times it got spun on the belt. Poor bag, I took it to the loo so it could vomit, maybe.
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Back in the nest now, mother hen says I’ve lost weight. Best news I’ve heard in months. Must celebrate with pot roast feast. Everyone’s invited!
Well since I haven’t been back for 6 months, there’s also an element of appreciation, and seeing things differently… and finding unusual things I’ve never really noticed before. Like this:
I forgot, why is one arm missing?
Thursday, May 29, 2008
I’m leaving to Warsaw tomorrow morning. I feel like I’ve forgotten to pack something, hate that feeling. Most likely it’s a charger of some sort…phone battery charger, camera battery charger, mp3…now it would be most like me to forget one of the things I wrote down just now. A checklist would be useful, you say, but what happens if you forget to write something in the checklist?
You try living in two different places, it’s harder than it seems. Trying to decide which selection of clothes will be appropriate for which city, and packing them wisely so that the plane doesn’t sink. My newfound wish is to travel light, where all the necessities (the simple bear necessities…) can fit inside a stewardess-style roller bag. Because every 3 months it is simply tiring to hiss and whine at the checkin desk because the bag weighs 23.04kg and she cannot accept it through. British Airways‘ new checkin baggage weight limit is 23kg, my EMPTY BAG weighs 22kg, dammit.
Anyway, I’m returning on Monday, but I’m taking my laptop so I’m not really going anywhere… Just changing time zones. Wil report back from Warsaw, it should be fun. Unless I’m too knackered from my brother’s graduation afterparty, not that there is a party - or that I’m invited, but whatever really. I’ll most probably be exhausted by trying to look like the cool sister from London with 3 cameras dangling off her fragile and beautiful neck, all trying to balance on those hooker heels that she’s planned to wear. Oh joooy.
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Went to the CSM Foundation Year exhibition in Back Hill with Alice today, won’t elaborate for bed is beckoning, but will tease with photos. I’ll explain details later, but generally the show was worth the visit and I certainly intend to return.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce…
My new pet, Remy!!!! I know, sounds like that name from Ratatouille, right? I named him that because he is also a rat. or mouse. Does he also cook for me? no he doesn’t, that a-hole, but he does eat my kitchen, and dirty it, and make it smell like rat feet. I told him hygiene is important, but he just won’t listen. I’ve actually had him for over a month now, we’ve got to know eachother so much! <3
What do we know about eachother? Remy knows that I’m gone out during the day many times a week, and that I do not look in that one drawer too much. He also knows that I think plastic dry food containers are immune to mice.
But, what I know, is that those green grains in the cupboard that possibly taste like rainbows are not really skittles. Also that Remy would eat ANYTHING I give, such a good boy. Like cheese smothered in cleaning detergent. Anyone who’s seen Sixth Sense the movie will know pouring cleaning detergents in your food does not make you healthy. It most probably results in ghost of sick mouse puking in my precious tent.
PETA, are you there clicking your tongue reading this? because I’d like to see you defending bedbugs or lice in your hair. Not all creatures are precioussss. I didn’t read your mission statement, but it seems like you’re defending all animals excessively, so - you know, just in case.
I trust, as my contract with this property is closing to an end, the next tenant will give much love and tender care for the mouse as I have done. I might as well email the prospective tenant how to correctly treat it, like it tends to pee if you rub its belly too much. Maybe I’ll also email about how the heating is ineffective and the street littering is unbearable at times…maybe.
Anyway, one day I was woken up by heavy-rain tapping noises. Well, no rain. Few days later I find this.
(Poor Uncle Ben, he never saw it coming *tear*.)
You know Remy, if you wanted rice, I would’ve given you rice. Covered in chocolate, dunked in poison, sweet sweet rice…
The pest infestation guy from the council came and left that poison box. Went untouched for at least a week until I sprinkled it on icecream and hand fed it… that spoilt mouse.
I bought a trap, but I think its for a horse, because the food on the hotspot was gone and the trap hadn’t mutilated the mouse. Although, now I presume it should have some effect because the amount this mouse ate in my kitchen, (plastic, cardboard, seaweed, cleaning-detergent-cheese, poison wheatgrain…) it must weigh more than me.
Oh until that day I hear that snap… or the sound of mouse dying. (EUuurgh!)
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I am such a failure.
I wish I’d written this post when I was fresh shocked yesterday. Although it probaby would’ve sound like a horny cat wanting a partner for the dark and stomy niight. (High-pitch whininig) Now I’ve had enough time to convince myself it wasn’t too bad and now I’m probably going to write that it was a good lesson.
Arrived in school an hour before the group crit, which to my standards is Congratulations you have cured your incompetence. I was all happy and bouncy that I’d arrrived that early, went up to borrow a card reader where I was asked if I was from California, and returned to my work station. Okay before I ramble more about the shock and stuff, California??? where do I emit such fragrance of an idea? I’m guessing it was my accent, but there’s a Californian accent, and this British man would know it? Surely he does not think that it’s a country, right? But Alabama is totally a country, “I’m half Irish, half Alabaman”. Totally rolls off your tongue, that one.
Anyway back to my shock, that part up there about curing my incompetence? forget you read that, because after pulling an all-nighter and sleeping maximum of 3 hours a day for the past week doing this, I had forgotten to bring the file.
Ineptness surely is my middle name, if not first. Must notify for changes in birth certificate.
A few days ago I’d declared that I no longer care about grades and that all that matters in first year is portfolio and group crit for feedback. Now look at me, sobbing because all I get is to do is send the flash file to the tutor so I could at least get a grade. I say, great finish to the year, at least I learned a lesson (:%) - must always ask myself this: Why am I going to school, because I have a crit? THEN MAYBE IT’S A GOOD IDEA TO SEE IF I’M TAKING THE DAMN FILE. I so hate myself.
Well. Screenshots from the flash. I won’t upload the actual file here, the model has expressed mucho sensitivity to public exposure of his photographs. The flash will be available in my online portfolio, when I make it. If I make it.
You know what I could really go for right now? A brownie.