The one thing that bugs me my whole life

L  o  o  k  i  n  g . t  h  r  o  u  g  h . a . s  t  e  r  e  o  g  r  a  m.

It feels like there is another world out there that the whole population knows about but only you don't know or can't figure the hell out how to access it.

I know of the existence of stereogram when I saw one at my cousin's house when I was a kid. They are a pair of stereograms with repeated Buddhist motifs, one is said to hide a sitting Buddha, the other a sleeping Buddha (maybe). My cousins didn't even need one second before they could tell you "there it is", while it might take a century for me; in other words, I am still unable to see through those images even until today
(s e - r i o u s - s h i t, I used to stare at them for more than an hour) Somehow we obtained the exact same pair many years ago. I don't need to know what is inside the galaxy's black hole as the biggest mystery ever is just in my house.

I am sure it is some kind of hereditary deficiency that can't be cured. Together with sis, when we watched 3D movie in the cinema with 3D glasses on, we thought the effect was underwhelming. We thought it is due to the insufficient mastery of 3D graphic production, until my cousins commented that the 3D effect was fabulous. ...Well.

This is one of the few that I tried today:

 Clock

I need a clue. Tell me what it is. Good! It did say what it is. A clock, but that is not enough! What kind of clock? Electronic? Analog? Grandfather clock? Dali's runny clock? Is it a pixelated image? A clear-cut image? A blurry one? Is it one clock or clocks all over the place or maybe just the profile of a clock? What time is it on the clock? Heck! I saw a monster staring back at me, but where is the clock? Are you sure it is not a mouse or Mickey Mouse that I just saw? (Real questions in my head)

Damn, I have too many questions I don't even know where to start looking. If someone come and tell me, "It is just there, just in front of you, as clear as the sky" I am gonna show my ugliest face ever. Yes yes, you don't have to look at it, you just have to look beyond. Someone, whoever, just sketch the damn outline out for me. I don't even know what to expect as I have never been really successful in seeing one of these things before.

How frustrating is that? It feels like people who can spot the image easily could achieve greater things in life and you are to be left sullen and sad at the lonely corner. "It must be because of my myopia, man, my eyes are already not perfect to begin with." Or maybe it is because of your specs, you know, with a barrier (albeit a transparent one) in front of your eyes, this stereogram thingy might not work anymore. When does "lying to your heart's content" ever work? Then, a thought pops in your mind, "Maybe I always have a vision like a chicken or a goose or a kiwi."

 Learn how to view stereograms.

After endless time (I almost fell asleep) staring at one image after another without success, I resorted to learn the basic and IIIIIII, FINALLY, ohhhhh, am able to see that damn image within an image in this one.

I can almost write an inspirational essay about this achievement, on how every body is not without talent, he or she just used the wrong technique *cliche*. This is a real workout for me without even sweating a bit.

Stereograms should be used as wallpapers, so one day when you are staring blankly and beyooond your wall, images will start to appear in the serendipitous moment. You can also send your enemy a stereogram with the secret message: "You look like a broccoli".

My eyes kinda hurt now. This is literally ocular-inception.

The Meh Mood

Tell me, why do people believe in things so easily? I am starting to suspect that that is actually the nature of human. Is it because we have five senses? (Feeling clever)

Bugs the hell out of me.

This age of quick information backed by social medias coupled with short-attention-span modern human seems to worsen the situation. (I am one of the short-attention-span human damn, I really gotta work that out)

Candy time: Attention Span Test
According to the result, "People who have short attention spans...frequently results in missed deadlines, tardiness, and bills being paid late." Ops. All boxes ticked. But missing deadlines and bills being paid late are not frequent, luckily. That implies... (Why am I exposing my own weaknesses?)

I am gullible to silly stuffs too sometimes,  but I am critical towards things that are naturally critical in their nature. Wait, do I make sense? I think this outburst happens once in a year. (Not really, I think it happens many times throughout the year)


Actually, I should not mind. I should not mind. (...then the opposite happens in your brain)
Off me go somewhere.

*Don't think about the pink elephant!*

When presentation board gives you pins, you give it creepy face.

How long ago since I posted? About one semester ago. Uwah.
I still remember when August ended.

I'd say quite a fruitful semester (though the end results are not proportionate to the fruitfulness whatsoever, I hate life sometimes) mainly due to the time I spent at uni throughout the semester.

I am a bit all over the place now. That period when things are almost done but not quite yet.

Like cats miaowaw? (^..^)ﾉ

I assure you, I assure you, my lungs were bursting. GIFs are genius.


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"What the..."

Ouch miao.

Feline-olympian

5, 6, 7 left me with tears.
O cats, you guys are surely extraterrestrial.

Source 1
Source 2

Surviving

Last Friday, I went to a refugee art exhibition with my friend.
She is doing an architectural project related to refugees.
It was a small exhibition, yet big, on many levels.

Standing there, hearing first-hand experience from a girl about her life as a victim of persecution in her own country, as a refugee in this nation, what this nation means to her, and what art means to her, is inspiring. It is a life that we will never fully comprehend, as we always live in a peaceful environment.

Those conflicts that we thought are big in our country, are so small compared to theirs.
However, we should not take conflicts lightly, as they can grow; as they grow, they can end up very wrongly. If only everybody could be more reflective on what they do. Really, what they do, on many, many levels; not just one, not just on the surface. But, with ego that comes with every body, it is just not easy to achieve. We like to think we are pretty humble. But I think, what we are born with, what we are born into, only allows a certain extent of humility, it cannot go further than that, unless we switch place with people who really are underprivileged.


The Refugee Art Project

A postcard I bought at the exhibition.

One of the others simply read:

50 months in detention.

Don't be fooled by hopeful words, yet, we can't help ourselves.

I should always remind myself, remind myself.

Alternative Rock mood

you think you've won this fight
you've only lost your mind

you had to have it all
well have you had enough?

Gaaaaaaaaah

I hate it when I lose something.
It's the worst when you realise ages after you have already lost it.
And if it's something of a sentimental value.


"I can't believe your freaking stupidity."
"Can you go bang yourself on the wall?"
"Can you just.....#%&@*^!"


When you are angry with yourself you just want to curse yourself.
When your memory fails you, you wish you will just trip and fall and then be angrier.
Yes yes, irrationality comes to play.

Maybe it's that little monster who steals it away.
Little monster whose existence you can't realise.
Giiiiiive iiiiiit baaack toooooo meeeeeeeeeeee

I might be better off if I don't remember at all.
But people are bound to remember things if things have already happened.
Lost thing will most likely become an obsession in your consciousness.


Just where the hellll did it go??

Write write mode.

Back to study, study, study.
Almost one month, damn time.
Unlike 2 years ago, my feelings now are just, "Oh, same old same old."
Familiarisation is finally rolling. (Wow, you definitely take your sweet time heh)

Same old views while on the bus, same old city, same old 'uhhh school works' and endless proclamations of 'should get rid of this stupid procrastination'. (Who's talking?)

I managed to keep my attempted mini-resolution of 'sleeping before 2am' for 1 week. Genius. That one week was two weeks ago, I think. The bad habit that needs serious rectification is 'sacrificing sleep to get things done while getting enough play time for a day'.

Or after getting enough play time for a day. Yaaaaaah.

You gotta love Garfield.

Puzzle拼 ~ Studio Ghibli 之二

这一篇放在Draft已久，一年了。
时间真的过得……有时候让人开心不起来。
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Title    ：   油屋/ Aburaya/ The (Spirit) Bathhouse （1000片）
Brand ：   Ensky / Artbox (Japan)
动画    ：   Spirited Away  千与千寻の神隐

二年多前拼（是的 '_' )，购于Ghibli Museum Mitaka 里的商店。

三鹰美术馆　Ghibli Museum at Mitaka

美术馆入口 + 里面的小屋

那时去旅行最怨恨的是，好端端的相机偏·偏·在出发前坏了（才用了差不多一年）。真的，很邪。结果以上的照片全是用Ｎｏｋｉａ手机拍的。现在，相机竟然又坏了，而且又是在去旅行的前一天，还是在农历新年之前。真的，很邪咯。明明是Nikon，品质为啥那么差？现在的东西似乎都不能耐啊。


还有一幅 Studio Ghibli 是哥哥送的。
Title    ：   Tenma de todo ke/ Reach for the sky （300片）
Brand ：   Ensky / Artbox (Japan)
动画    ：   My Neighbour Totoro　龙猫

 
 
还有另一幅，一年前拼好但没有拍照就收起来了。这幅很有挑战性，每一片看上去就是brush stroke而已，拼起来就美美的啦。

Howl's Moving Castle 的原作小说很幽默搞笑，跟动画其实不一样。读了让人有好心情。

 
农历新年快过了唉唉。十月前的日子只希望能过得顺顺利利的；十月后又可以听到佳节的脚步了，想着想着心情也变得愉悦。

隐隐地……

最近心啊痒痒的。
拼图。我想拼图啊啊啊。
买了一幅1000片的送给爸爸，心想我不碰，就给爸爸慢慢地拼去吧。

Brand  : Appleone (1000 pieces)
Origin : Japan
Shop   : Imaginatorium

怎么可能啊？？
结果拼图静静地躺在爸爸的房间几天，终于我还是把魔掌伸向了它，把拼图打开来先拼了，然后……邀请爸爸加入我。
这是买自己喜欢的东西送人的坏处。

拼图瘾发作 = 购物瘾隐隐发作。

才不是隐隐！
我已经在ebay游荡几天了？
这都得怪我的电脑，它终于决定挂了，搞得我能做的东西突然减少（喂你该出去晒晒太阳咯……）

最近读了本长气又难懂的小说（大部分被我skip掉了），《Neuropath》，搞得我现在比较想做些不用思考的事，如拼图（这是我的脑在作祟啊脑在作祟）。 此书rating原来还不错。所谓长气，因为读了过半剧情竟然没什么进展；所谓难懂，既这不是coffee table book咯。错在于我把它当coffee table book般读吧，没有细嚼慢咽，因为对书中的理论没有感到好奇。就像……读过卫斯理小说的人对其他science fiction都不会感到好奇的感觉吧。

哦离题了。
新的一年，新的开销啊，叹。
目标是一个新电脑，几幅拼图，好吧。

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*流连ebay时发现了“韩拼”，韩国生产的拼图。图案漂亮，价钱算是便宜（跟日本的比起来）。然后又不小心发现了Gmarket，韩国的购物网。 韩国购物网上的韩国货，价钱当然比ebay可爱，邮费又非常合理，哦呜太诱人，结果买了两幅。如果品质好，我会再光顾的。拼图到手啦啦啦~ ~ ~

当我在火车上睡醒时

站起来后，发现了一双袜子。
在我的床上，我躺着的地方，一双臭袜子。
 
为什么？？我躺下去的时候并没有那双袜子的呀？？
太诡异了。难道是上面床的人掉下的？
但那双袜子的位置是靠近我的枕头的呀妈呀。

也许我太累了没有发现，但……那双袜子又不是很小。
怪不得我一躺下去总觉得有一股酸酸的味道（天啊~~~真希望是心理作用）
一上火车就马上睡觉，要到站了被火车人员吵醒，朦胧中回复他很大声的 “哈？” ，真不好意思。

下车前检查了一下床，就发现了那双袜子。
我的直觉是，噢这几天会不会变得很倒霉？
毕竟我与它共枕了超过十二个小时（呕）
希望是上面的人掉的吧哼。有没有搞错啊难道他抱着袜子睡觉吗哼?

结果我真的倒霉了。
电脑的graphic card持续出问题，频频Blue Sreen Of Death。DVD 烧到一半电脑当机，结果整张DVD因为没有正确地“关掉”，报废了，只能当杯垫了呜呜呜。 花了半个凌晨研究怎么救那张DVD，救不回也要把里面的data给变回来。试了几个软件，觉得 MiniTool 最好用。Data救回了，但心中怨气散不去哼哼。

烦死了，下次不再在 PC Fair 买电脑了，那里卖的电脑根本就在骗钱。