Short people (like me!) have it the worst, I reckon!

Especially on days such as these - where the rain is just so heavy and the winds are just so gusty!

It's just not funny, I tell you!

1. We have short legs since we are short people. And most people with short legs are obviously bad long-distance-jumpers. You don't need an Olympics fanatic to tell you this. It's pure common sense. So, tell me.. how is a short person like me ever going to be able leap over those huge as puddles that are so strangely and strategically formed around the campus? I bet they're there just to mock me because they know I can't avoid them! HMPH!

2. Because I am short and can't leap over puddles gracefully, unlike my taller counterparts, I will obviously get my shoes soaked and my jeans wet right up to my knees.. or if it's really bad - above my knees. But tall people will only at the very most get their jeans wet right up to their knees. This is so unfair! DOUBLE HMPH!

3. Short people feel colder because we are closer to the ground and as all you scientists know, cold air sinks! So, we short people have to brave the cold and freeze our butts off! TRIPLE HMPH!

4. If you are a short person, it is very scary to walk in a big crowd of people on a rainy day. There is a super high chance that you will get poked, jabbed or even stabbed by someone's umbrella or part of their umbrella. This is because everyone is trying their best to shield themselves from the irritating raindrops, and they become so obsessed with trying to stay dry that they don't even notice YOU, the short person, who is walking behind/in front/beside them. It's very painful, okay? I was almost poked in the eyeball once! ):

5. If wind is super strong and the rain is super heavy, we, short people have a higher chance of being blown away (unless you are a short, fat person) or have water blown/splashed all over us! Especially if you happen to be standing at the crossing, waiting for the green man and a selfish car drives by and into this huge muddy puddle.. you're bound to get a free and quick (maybe even brown) shower, whether you like it or not. Too bad if you just happened to spend 3 hours on your hair that morning! ):

See? This is why I say.. short people just aren't rain-friendly people. We're made not made to withstand adverse weather such as this. We are better equipped for sunshine and nice calm weather. Plus, warm sunny days just make us happier people too. And really, what is better than a happy person?

(:

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Remember how I wanted the Little Miss teeshirts from Junkfood? Well, the prices at Lippy were just way too much so I had to refrain from splurging NZ$60 just to buy a measly teeshirt. Anyway, yesterday, Jiewei was talking to me on MSN and she told me that they're selling Little Miss teeshirts online at SG$35 each! Woohoo! I love you, Jiewei! So now, I am an "almost" proud owner of 2 Little Miss teeshirts - Sunshine & Giggles. I'm feeling so fabbity fab fab. And infinite thanks to Jiewei for helping me to buy the teeshirts first.

I love you to the moon and back! (:

Sorry for making you temporarily $70 poorer too.

Am super impressed at the speed at which the transactions took place last night. It took less than five minutes for the order and payments to be paid, received and confirmed on the seller's blog. I don't know how they do it but Jiewei says that internet-banking in Singapore is super efficient and safe. No wonder online shopping is becoming a huge fad in those parts of the world. It's so easy and fast and reliable. Oh, this just makes me want to move out of NZ and back to Singapore just so I can go nuts with shopping online for things that are way cheaper than what you get in the local stores. Plus, the variety online is ten million times better. So why not, eh?




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I haven't been feeling so good lately. And I reckon it's probably due to some strange sickness I've developed in the past week or so. It's not just that too - but also, it's been a rather emotionally exhausting week, I reckon. All the ups and downs. I feel like I'm being pushed to my wits end.

I sort of fell today. Literally. In the carpark. I swear I didn't see the puddle of water/oil up ahead of me so I walked right into it, slipped and fell over. It was quite funny. I actually cracked-up laughing when I found myself on the ground. I managed to break the fall though with my right knee. It hurt like hell, of course.. because of the friction. And now, I've got this massive bruise on my knee cap. It's colourful too - pink, purple and blue with dots of blood (trapped under the skin).

My knee is officially fugly.

Yuck.

This reminds me of when I was a kid.. when this guy pushed me and I fell flat on the ground. My chin hit the concrete so hard it turned red immediately. Ouch. I can still remember the stinging pain. Anyway, because of the impact of the fall, the bruise was pretty bad. It was black and huge and pretty much covered most of my under-chin area. I cried everyday when I looked at myself in the mirror because I felt so fugly. And I wanted so badly to stick a plaster on top of my huge bruise to cover it up but my Mom wouldn't let me, saying that it'll just make it more obvious to everyone at school. So I listened to her.

It took ages to heal.

And now, thinking back to what I was like really makes me laugh.

I was such a little vain pot!

Well, am still one, by the way.

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You know how when someone says something so very hurtful to you.
Or when something not so pleasant happens.

You can't help but feel so much hurt inside.

It's like a pen knife has been pierced right through your heart.
And the pain is so overwhelming, it makes you cry.
You cry till your eyes go red and sore.
And your cheeks are stained and stiff.

You just want to sort of.. die, in a way.
You want your body to disintegrate with the dust in the air.
And you want your heart to break into a million pieces, so that you'll never be able to feel again.

如果我明天失踪,请你不要担心!

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Yes, believe or not, but it was Oscar Wilde, one of the greatest play writers of all times, who actually declared that all art is useless. And I hate to admit this, much to the horror of my very many arty farty friends, but I really do agree with him.

I guess this is a huge insult to many people out there, art-lovers and art-workers and the whatevers. And I suppose too, that God Himself would be a little hurt by what I've just said. After all, He is the greatest artist of all time. The art of creation. Our world is His masterpiece.

Well, this is what I think anyway.

But tell me.. how useful can an art piece be? Sitting in a gallery for months and months. With no one coming to look at it. No one interested in buying it. What is it worth, anyway? How many artists out there actually earn a decent income from what they do? Why is it that some of these famous artists of the past have had such sad and depressing life stories? If art was of any useful-ness, then why was it all just so tragic?

To me, art has never really been practical.
And it isn't very logical either.
Sure, I find some art pieces rather intriguing.
And I have my favourites here and my preferences there.
But to be honest, I cannot see how it can ever create a catastrophe.

Art drives people crazy too, doesn't it? Audrey will probably know this too well. The hours spent slogging it out.. stirring up emotions. Yet, will it even produce the sort of results you want? As an artist, are you satisfied? And you ask yourself, at the end of the day, if it's all worth it.

But of course, you may argue against me.
Like Mom and Shana did the other day.

2 against 1.

Art is not useless. We need art. To express ourselves. Well, for some people anyway. People like you express ourselves through words. Would it then be true to say that all writings are useless? Of course not! Some people express themselves through art. In that way, how then can you possibly say that art is useless? Because it is important. Because it is wanted. Because it is loved.
Like how you love words. Like how you enjoy writing. People feel the same way about art.

The world is changing. People are getting more superficial, more impatient and well, let's face it.. there are going to be fewer readers around, compared to last century. We're a bunch of visual idiots, you see. We prefer to have our information fast. We find it more effective, more efficient and maybe even more appealing to sit down and evaluate an art piece for 5 minutes, compared to sitting down and reading a book for 5 days.

To get the message across.. clear and fast.. we need artists.

So with this in mind, could art really be the next big thing?

So is art really useless?

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Okay.

Fine.

I lose.

I am narrow-minded and my thoughts are shallow.

But do you even get where I'm coming from?

Sure, you know, I like art. I really do. But I still don't see how it can be of any use to me. Art will always be some sort of a recreational tool to me. Like an interest. And I think it's good that it's kept that way. I just want to sit down and be able to enjoy staring at it for a while, losing myself in a spot of colour and thinking about how it really makes me feel.

That's all.

This has been a pretty useless post. And I'm not making much sense either.
Today, I'm feeling bitter towards art. Tomorrow, I may sing a different tune.
Well, who knows, eh? (:

Image: Stella Im Hultberg

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Michael and I were just talking about how screwed up our world is today. He said that the reason for it was due to human nature.. and to be honest, I agree with him. I believe that we've all somehow brought it upon ourselves, whether or not we realize it. I believe that to be true.
We have movies like The Inconvenient Truth which attempt to show us how our human actions have resulted in the physical deterioration and maybe even the ultimate destruction of the world (in the future) . We also have movies like American Beauty which paint a very bleak and almost revolting portrait on human nature in modern society - how we've deteriorated as moral human beings.

So, it all just boils down to us, the human beings of this world.
We "run" and "ruin" our very own world, don't we?
Our actions have the reaped consequences we're experiencing now.
All the mayhem, all the chaos, all the suffering.
In spite of all the advanced technology and increased development around the world, are we really living in a better world?

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The first week of uni has come and gone.

And I'm working a full-load.

I'm somewhat happy, I think.

Because I love my choice of papers.

Because I have something to do.

Although at the same time, I feel like there's something bugging me.

Something's just not right.. somewhere.

Well, whatever it is.. it's driving me mad.

I'm-oh-so-exhausted.

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