By street artist Nemo on Rue Pirandello

I don't know why, but I loved this street art the moment I saw it featured in Time. The red umbrella, the trenched shadow and the cats fleeing down the stairs; radical.

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I have a problem: to Mac or not to Mac. Well, that isn't really a problem considering I've already decided eons ago I was Mac-ing. Then my uncle tried to talk me out of it for almost an hour on thursday. And for a moment I had another problem: to MacAir or not to MacAir. It doesn't help that every Apple guy I've spoken to are majorly against the Air. And that I only want it because its aesthetically pleasing. And I can carry it around in an envelope just for kicks.


Anyway.

Friday was the best day of this week.

Although as a result of yesterday's gymming, 4-hour shopping and ice-cream intense mayhem, I'm a lot more sick (smoot probably is too lol). I've always thought I had a normal immune system until I realised I fall sick every dec / jan and every june. Which is a little scary because I don't think it's for lack of vitamin C.

But yesterday was extremely satisfying, and such good fun. I am really really looking forward to saturday!


On Thursday, I just decided on impulse to check out the PC Show, since Chinghee said the bundles deals at Apple were sweet. Pet was free to so we just hopped down happily, and got crushed in the crowd. But it was really nice catching up!

I have people to meet and places to go the next 2 weeks, so I have an ultimatum for my germs. In the meantime, I shall dream of doing nothing, only to wake up 2 hours later to actually doing nothing while trying to get well.

My secret wish amidst this R&R is for some sort of intellectual fury to descend upon my watchful self and stir up a maelstrom, just so I feel like time is passing more eventfully. They say this period is the time to be silent and still, grow up real nice, and then charge into Academia head-on, until issues of Bread and Butter become a reality.

So I am not complaining per se about the lack of mind movement; merely wondering when and whether I will be able to recharge the mind, come September.

I have become so still that I hear the thoughts ticking in my mind; weird jumbling mumbling things that only make sense for the 10 minutes I take to scribble it down on a scrap of paper. After promptly freeing the monster from my mind, forgetting where its source originated from, I then discard the piece of paper into the Memory Hole.

Otherwise I could just as well exuberantly hibernate in warm windy air that should be aircon (saving gaia, you see), and read Orwell's Why I Write. Or Einstein and Godel's classic time-bending journey. Or start a cooking collection of recipes that I will try soon.

Apple Muffins sound easy enough.