/ 9:11 AM

I want to type out two extracts from a book entitled "Requiem", which is written by Curtis White. I always do this if I think certain extracts are worth remembering. So since I wanna type them out anyway, I thought I'll post them on this blog!
I've been thinking of doing more 'professional' stuff, for instance I haven't posted the collage I did in the last semester. I wanna fill my flickr account with some photos of mine which turned out pretty cool and all too~ =D Well, I will actually be blogging for school this semester! Wait for me to show some of this cool work I'll be doing ;D

SOMETHING UNDERSTOOD (2)

Phophet: Sure.
Madman: Okay, you're out in the world. You're driving your car around town. You're looking at people. The people are "doing their thing", like we used to say. The things that make them who they are. It all seems congruent. There seems to be an "operating order of life" at work. Can you say that?
Prophet: What?
Madman: "Operating order of life."
Prophet: Operating order of life.
Madman: Very good. So you go to a 7-Eleven or the convenience store of your choice. Have you ever noticed that the franchise operations that proliferate in California all originated in, like, Ypsilanti, Michigan, or some other godforsaken backwater? It's like someone named John or Fred had this great idea. For example, a place called Double Play where you can get hot dogs and donuts? People like hot dogs and they like donuts, so if you can put them both in the same place they'll like your store twice as much as they would otherwise. The store takes off. Fred experiments with a new product called "Hum Doggie Dinger" which is essentially a hot dog going through the center of a donut. Then the "Doggie Doppel Dinger" in which the donut is in fact a meat product of who-the-hell-cares-what-kind and the hot dog is a seasoned pastry. People are wrapped around the freaking block to get the stuff. But there's still only one there in Ypsilanti. That's where the guy from Los Angeles gets in the picture. He buys the rights to market and franchise Double Play nationally. California first, of course. But later eventually everywhere from Moscow to Bangkok. And just as soon as this "concept" hits the air of old California, it multiplies. It's viral. It really is. Not even the guy from L.A. knows prezactly why or how it works. All he knows is that one day he's in Palo Alto and there's a Double Play. He crosses the Bay. There's another in Hayward. Every two blocks in that place. He looks in his checking account. It's blossomed. The bank doesn't know how to count that high.
Prophet: I'm not following.
Madman: Trust me. I'm on topic. So, as I was saying, you go into one of these places and there is the thing you want, a Slurpee, let's say, and the person behind the counter is, first, there, and she knows what to do, she knows she's supposed to give you the Slurpee and take a very particular and specific amount of money from you and you actually have the money in your pocket because someone who makes the pants knows that you'd like pants with pockets for your money and no one screws up with the numbers on the money either and she hands you the Slurpee which is purple and you smile like isn't it nice that someone knows that I'd like a cold purple drink as opposed to a cold drink of another color and further knows that it's not exactly a drink you want but a kind of un-creamy frozen mixture, more like snow, which gives you enormous amounts of spine-tingling pleasure (but who is responsible for that?!) and she smiles as you complete your transaction and you are both aware that you have participated successfully in a transaction with no effort or dissonance of any kind and you take your purple Slurpee outside, out into the warm, bright air and there are a few other humans around and it occurs to you that if you wanted you could engage any of them in an interaction-whether a transaction or some other sort of interaction, it's not crucial-you could speak with them or give them something, you understand their clothing and automobiles and so on.
In short, you get it. You're with it. You're in it. You're part of the flow, the operating order of life. Finally, you stick the Slurpee straw in your mouth and suck and it doesn't necessarily taste like "grape" but it doesn't taste like a window either. It tastes like what you expected, a purple Slurpee.
Prophet: What?

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(Just a random quote)

So you'll take the soup can and like it!

write about yourself here like how you lived through a crisis like the morrocian crisis. erps, have you studied about that before and about your test, how easy it is and how much confidence you have to pass and get all A1s for all subjects, add in your own wish here, and what you would do if target is not reached, like slash your wrist, eat many many painkiller pills at one shot and die. lol it's suicidal thoughts. stay away from that. but you need to enter a reality, everyone's doing that- it's the trend, so why not follow it. unless you want to be an odd one out. cause slashing wrist is soo common in girls school not in boys school. boys suicide, just like die gracefully from 30th storey, just look on the bright side, maybe you have lived in a lie too long and so you have found out the turth now, just think. optimist wins. you have entered into a world of reality



We know life's hard, truth is hard, lies are hard, they are all hard to accept when they have been found out, and i'm rushing history homework on the Abyissian Crisis about Italy and Abyssia going into war and that the League Of Nations cannot stop this from happening, and beacuse they are formed by means to stop war and peace-keep the countries together, they have thus failed to achieve that. I think i tend to hold a class for history instead of telling you about me, i'm basically a what subject-realted lover (humanities) and thus I am more analytical and critical about things, and likes to study about dead people, haha. lol. it's history what can you expect and also geography, it amazes me. I really like it alot, so what have you? Again to find this answer you need to enter into your own reality and reflect




it's amazing. amzing how people change the way of things, like how I used to hate outdoors in Band felt it was a complete waste of time, i've acquired to like it more, i guess people change, their thereotical means and applications in life just goes on into a new direction, and see things in another perspective, i guess- it's all in the mind. It really amazes me how these comes into action, from someone so pessimistic has changed his own view of things, and thus my friend is scoring much better, being more optimisitc and not think of his old way of suicidal thoughts, which are pretty daunting. and thus we need to see things, in another light, another perspective and another new way, to enable us to open up our minds, and make more new things, the new way it is. done with the old back with the new

i've hiatus-ed.

/ 9:11 AM

I want to type out two extracts from a book entitled "Requiem", which is written by Curtis White. I always do this if I think certain extracts are worth remembering. So since I wanna type them out anyway, I thought I'll post them on this blog!
I've been thinking of doing more 'professional' stuff, for instance I haven't posted the collage I did in the last semester. I wanna fill my flickr account with some photos of mine which turned out pretty cool and all too~ =D Well, I will actually be blogging for school this semester! Wait for me to show some of this cool work I'll be doing ;D

SOMETHING UNDERSTOOD (2)

Phophet: Sure.
Madman: Okay, you're out in the world. You're driving your car around town. You're looking at people. The people are "doing their thing", like we used to say. The things that make them who they are. It all seems congruent. There seems to be an "operating order of life" at work. Can you say that?
Prophet: What?
Madman: "Operating order of life."
Prophet: Operating order of life.
Madman: Very good. So you go to a 7-Eleven or the convenience store of your choice. Have you ever noticed that the franchise operations that proliferate in California all originated in, like, Ypsilanti, Michigan, or some other godforsaken backwater? It's like someone named John or Fred had this great idea. For example, a place called Double Play where you can get hot dogs and donuts? People like hot dogs and they like donuts, so if you can put them both in the same place they'll like your store twice as much as they would otherwise. The store takes off. Fred experiments with a new product called "Hum Doggie Dinger" which is essentially a hot dog going through the center of a donut. Then the "Doggie Doppel Dinger" in which the donut is in fact a meat product of who-the-hell-cares-what-kind and the hot dog is a seasoned pastry. People are wrapped around the freaking block to get the stuff. But there's still only one there in Ypsilanti. That's where the guy from Los Angeles gets in the picture. He buys the rights to market and franchise Double Play nationally. California first, of course. But later eventually everywhere from Moscow to Bangkok. And just as soon as this "concept" hits the air of old California, it multiplies. It's viral. It really is. Not even the guy from L.A. knows prezactly why or how it works. All he knows is that one day he's in Palo Alto and there's a Double Play. He crosses the Bay. There's another in Hayward. Every two blocks in that place. He looks in his checking account. It's blossomed. The bank doesn't know how to count that high.
Prophet: I'm not following.
Madman: Trust me. I'm on topic. So, as I was saying, you go into one of these places and there is the thing you want, a Slurpee, let's say, and the person behind the counter is, first, there, and she knows what to do, she knows she's supposed to give you the Slurpee and take a very particular and specific amount of money from you and you actually have the money in your pocket because someone who makes the pants knows that you'd like pants with pockets for your money and no one screws up with the numbers on the money either and she hands you the Slurpee which is purple and you smile like isn't it nice that someone knows that I'd like a cold purple drink as opposed to a cold drink of another color and further knows that it's not exactly a drink you want but a kind of un-creamy frozen mixture, more like snow, which gives you enormous amounts of spine-tingling pleasure (but who is responsible for that?!) and she smiles as you complete your transaction and you are both aware that you have participated successfully in a transaction with no effort or dissonance of any kind and you take your purple Slurpee outside, out into the warm, bright air and there are a few other humans around and it occurs to you that if you wanted you could engage any of them in an interaction-whether a transaction or some other sort of interaction, it's not crucial-you could speak with them or give them something, you understand their clothing and automobiles and so on.
In short, you get it. You're with it. You're in it. You're part of the flow, the operating order of life. Finally, you stick the Slurpee straw in your mouth and suck and it doesn't necessarily taste like "grape" but it doesn't taste like a window either. It tastes like what you expected, a purple Slurpee.
Prophet: What?

-----

(Just a random quote)

So you'll take the soup can and like it!