more to my repertoire

I tumblr now at sun-room, not exclusively, just on top of every other Internet account I still update. I like tumblr in that it seems to combine the benefits of twitter and blogging, but I can't excuse myself from pure tweeting (yet). Not that confident in my self-importance (yet). 

idea

New Jersey mom of two, Donna Simpson, age 42, is eating her way to a target weight of 1000lbs[sic: death]. Here, she stands proudly with her two biracial children.

Someone please send this to Todd Solondz as raw material for his next film.

night

It's winter! I walked out of my house Thursday morning and it was like stepping into a cloud. My friend and I discussed this at great lengths yesterday: we dislike the idea of fog, but we enjoy it in practice.

I wish I could sleep in more and have more time to drink hot tea and watch movies in bed, but my exams start next week, and there is still so much to do in terms of settling in to my new house.

Here are some photos from when I went to see Regina Spektor last month.

the winter of our discontent

There’s no point to any of this. It’s all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know … a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle … and I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.

this is my life

The other day I was the 1000,000th viewer on a site (that I frequent) again. The box flashed red and dangerous, so I read it out of instinct, and it said that I'd just won $66. SIXTY SIX DOLLARS! Really! Actually...really? I don't know, but I think these hoax's are getting dumber and smarter at the same time.

Other than philosophising over internet ads by day, I've been having the most confronting dreams by night. There was an action packed one about alien conspiracies, and another one where I owned a mouse. The latter was tormenting in that my phobia of rodents was completely inconsistent with the impossible scenario of having one as a pet. The climax of the dream was where I had to clean its cage and that meant picking it up and relocating it. But my conscious hatred of mice implored the subconscious me to drop the rodent and crush it under a couch. The final twist is when the mouse resurrects 2 days later, to both my relief and disgust. 

next big thing

As a fall back plan to not getting into medicine and not becoming someone's trophy wife, I have this brilliant entrepreneurial idea. I'm not going to reveal what it is, for reasons concerning proprietary, but I can tell you that it will be targeted at Asians as well as kawaii-loving white hipsters. Viral marketing will probably be employed, not sure which mediums yet. 

nerds

After almost three semesters of university, I have managed to scout out the coolest, most photogenic kids in my course. Sometimes they are just so charismatic in photos that I forget what geeks they actually are. 


A few weeks ago, we went on camp near the beach.

A rare moment of kicking back for kids who study hard.

..or not kicking back if you'd prefer it that way.

Lydia took my camera and disappeared for a while. My camera is always more popular than I am. She wasn't sure how to use it, but this was the shot with the best exposure and focus.

If I was mean and could afford photoshop, I would photoshop the awkward girl on the right out of the composition. But I am neither.

Back at uni, we've found a good place for getting coffee. 

Smiles of caffeine-satisfied students.

Also, very good French toast that comes with a decadent serving of mascarpone and poached pears.  Portion wise - best when shared with a friend.

In stressful times, knitting has become a good method of rewinding (or looking intense). 

Talking about food is also a big part of relaxation. This weekend we are going to prepare and eat Portuguese salted cod! People have, on more than one occasion, commented on how cute we are.

library

For the third afternoon this week I've sat in the same third-story spot in the library to work. This is not the usual library that I work at, for I have specific requirements in a library for productive work to happen (natural light, window seat, greenery to look out at), but it has to-my-surprise grown on me and made me feel productive.

The same man in the grey pinstriped suit has sat close to me for the third day. He reads from small hardback books and takes notes by hand onto lined pages. Outside, birds cast dark shadows onto trees, indicating two things: crisp sunlight and dense foliage. All these little things make me very happy to be working here.

romanticism

Monk by the Sea  Caspar David Friedrich

Oyster Dress  Alexander McQueen (RIP)

high tea

Baking scones with Alana at her aunt's house. She's babysitting their kittens while the family's away on holiday. 

I'm working on my relationship with cats. 

say it aint so

I want to stop eating/drinking/travelling/going-out-in-general whenever I go on to the Creatures of Comfort website. Once I thought I was unpredictable, but it turns out Rachel Comey knows exactly what a girl like me wants. Exactly. And APC just knows what every girls wants. 

But on an average of $300 per piece, I think I should stick with my current student's budget and let someone else get spend-thrift on that site. I'm going to hit the books now and hope to be a rich, successful plastic surgeon by the time I'm thirty.

dysnomia

When I finally asked my friend about the name of the cafe she works at, after years of hearing her talk about it, she begrudgingly told me "That Cafe". I think this name just beat "Untitled" at being ambiguous. She told me her boss' ditzy second wife had named it, thinking it would be quaint and clever, but clearly you are not targeting any English speaking demographic at all with a name as frustrating and indirect as That. 

In general, I hold the intelligence of Melbournians in relatively high esteem, so imagine my disappointment when I realised that one of the shops near my station was called "That Shop". 

oh motherland

I finally developed my photos from China. They are few, but, in my opinion, quite representative of our routines.


I visited my cousin in Shanghai when I first got back to China. She was sharing an apartment with over 10 other people. The place had two levels, probably no more than 150 square metres combined, and the owners had split the original rooms into tiny 2x3's. There was a nice view from the balcony, my cousin was lucky enough to have the door of that balcony sectioned into her room, but that's about the only attraction. My aunt, my cousin's boyfriend and myself were all visiting in those few days, so the four of us literally filled just about every inch of space when we laid down for sleep. Since a lot of the young people living in Shanghai are from out of town, this sort of get-up isn't unusual. After realising that there were 5 doors to bedrooms on my cousin's floor alone, and each bedroom housing at least one tenant, it baffled me to imagine just how many kids are there altogether trying to make it in this city. Feeling insignificant seemed somewhat inevitable.

I forget to mention that her 4 months old puppy had also come to visit. After he dug a hole in the mattress while we weren't looking, we had no choice but to lock him in a cage during the night. Poor bubba, so cheerful to be let out the next morning!

Yawn and stretch.


My cousin decided to move out of that apartment before we went back to Nantong for winter break. She didn't want to have to deal with the contract and paper work though, so it was somewhat of a thrill to make an escape overnight in secret. We took all the boxes into her friend's neighbouring apartments by 1am and spent the rest of the night at a cheap Karaoke place. It was too dangerous to fall asleep since her boyfriend's train for Henan left at 6am. 

After the ordeal that is living in Shanghai, Nantong felt like a relief. Afternoons were predominantly spent in tea houses with our pharmacology student neighbour, the skinny girl in the above photo who had digestive problems and an incredible metabolism. 

On the 3rd day of the lunar new year, we always visit my grandfather's brother. I appreciate that unlike most of Nantong, his home is still the same as I remembered when I was 7. 

At night we waited at McDonalds for our neighbour to come so we could go out together.

We drank lemon tea under this strangely glossy lighting. 

As I'd mentioned before, we also went to Suzhou for a few days. 

Where ever we went we made sure we were well fed. 

We stayed at Guan Qian Jie, and whilst it was also a bustling area, it didn't have that threatening aura as Shanghai's shopping districts. 

Back in Nantong. Towards the end of the holidays, we grew less eager to dress well, and so the puffy jackets came out for an airing. 

These are taken by the riverbank. Nantong has one main river, and almost everywhere you go is next to the riverbank. 

A portrait of the usual gang before everyone went about their separate lives once the holidays ended.

The 'asian squat' deserves a double exposure.

This playground near our house is a frequent last stop for a smoke. Once there was a dog that looked like a wolf here, but the lighting was bad, and I'm pretty sure it was a husky.

Nantong and Suzhou both have a very slow rhythm of life. For young people especially, this is both a blessing and a curse. I guess this is why most people have left. 

Melbourne is slow too, but I have to act more purposefully here. The lighting from my window was quite rejuvenating the other Sunday.

the shades and shadows undulate in my perception

Eversince listening to Fiona Apple's "Never is a Promise", the word "undulate" has been one of my favourites.


Trypanosomes have undulating membranes.

beauty in the breakdown

I have a tendency to justify my vanity and superficiality by stressing that I am an artistic person. In this way, my propensity for reading fashion blogs, watching ANTM or even subscribing to Youtube make-up channels can all be categorised together with other less vacuous interests such as photography or painting. I just really like beautiful things. 

Speaking of which, Takeshi Kaneshiro as evidence supporting the argument that symmetry is beauty.

(Astounding isn't it? The only difference between the first two images is the width of his jaw - and that comes down to the angle of the original photo).