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The Super-Awkward Ibis [24 Jun 2008|09:33pm] Have you ever seen an ibis in a tree? The answer is: No. This is because ibises (ibii?) were not made for sitting in trees. Clearly. But nobody told this ibis... To set the scene: A busy intersection. Cars queueing up. People rushing by. A lone ibis stands on the footpath in front of the school on the corner. Someone is coming. The ibis looks around desperately. Where to go? It looks up. There is a jacaranda tree, a single branch hanging in view over the wall. With a flurry of wings, the ibis flies up and grabs the end of the branch. It sways dangerously above the heads of passers-by, perching with wings outspread on what could only really be called a glorified twig. A girl on her way towards the station after work stares at it and wishes she had a better camera on her phone. Later, she goes home and blogs about it. Fade to black. (Yes, this is all I have to offer after months of non-blogging. Leave me alone.) post comment

The shorter story [30 Nov 2007|07:53pm] So the last day of National Blog Posting Month has arrived. I've had a grand time, at first posting gleefully and trying to be all uber-interesting, but slowly reverting to more mundane issues, getting more and more personal. I've said some very revealing things about myself here. It's been a struggle at times and sometimes I've barely scraped through, but I managed to post every single day. It hasn't been all blood and sweat and guts either when it came to writing. I found my groove and was sometimes able to dash an entry off in half an hour without deliberating over it too much. I'm relieved though that it's over. No more will my life be dictated by this blog. I don't have to hurry home before midnight or turn on the computer because of this one thing. I'm glad I took part in it though. It gave me the motivation to start regularly blogging and I hope I'll continue after this. So goodbye daily postings! I bid thee adieu... post comment

There's something that's wrong [29 Nov 2007|11:02pm] There is a girl I know who seems to have opposite tastes to me when it comes to movies. Movies I've loved, she's disliked. I always wonder how people can dismiss popular works, not seeing their value - I mean popularity doesn't come from nowhere does it? Here I defend three texts which three different people have said they didn't like. 1. Happy Feet So maybe later in the movie it became a bit trite, but from the moment Nicole Penguin and Hugh Penguin started singing, I was hooked. I loved the creative interpretation of real penguin behaviour - the idea that they literally have their "own song". Add the cute fluffy baby penguins and the hilarious Amigos, and you can see why I loved it. 2. Alice in Wonderland My friend says she can't get over the fact that Lewis Caroll was apparently a pedophile who took pictures of naked children, something I was unaware of before she told me. But why let that get in the way of a perfectly wonderful tale. Caroll displays perfect control in this book - the plot may be wacky and random and fantastical, but it's just plausible and sane enough to work. It's an exhilarating read. No matter how many times you go back to it, it still surprises you. 3. Moulin Rouge Oh come on. This is the ultimate romance and musical combined - what's not to love? I adore the cinematography (especially the dancing sequence at the beginning - what a start!), the design (all the lush colours), the SONGS (most brilliant soundtrack ever), the moments of comedy interspersed between drama. Baz Luhrmann is a bloody genius. The immense success of "Moulin Rouge" and his other films is proof of that. post comment

Call me unpredictable [28 Nov 2007|11:51pm] My mouth literally dropped open three times while I was watching "Heroes" today. Boy, it's like a psychologist's wet dream, even more so than "Lost" I would say. Speaking of psychology, I've pinpointed a trait of mine (like the last blog entry with language) which manifests in different ways. Ah yes, AMBIVALENCE how you rule my life, making me: 1. Indecisive If this was a disease, I would have infected half the population by now. One friend claims I have influenced her anyway. When it comes to lunch or shopping or anything, I tend to hesitate over it, wondering which option to go with, weighing pros and cons for a long time. Yeah, there are times when I make quick, firm decisions, but most times I deliberate or just waver around being unsure until someone pushes me into it. I usually end up regretting my choices, sigh. I shouldn't go into business it seems... I wouldn't be cut out for it. 2. Accepting I try not to be judgmental, I really do. I also don't believe in the power of first impressions. I've been proved wrong too many times for me to accept things as gospel straight away. This means that a friend could come up to me and confess that they're secretly a crossdresser or bisexual or something else confronting and out-of-character for them, and I wouldn't disparage them at all. I might not understand why, but I would still support them and accept them for who they are. I hate people coming to snap judgements about me, dismissing something as negative without hearing more - I wouldn't do the same to others. 3. Noncommital As Ugly Betty from work said, I have no strong opinions, not really. There are obviously things that I am more inclined to believe than others, but few things that I would argue vehemently for (aside from the issue of animal cruelty). I can be swayed to consider either side, to favour one side or the other. There goes my dream of being a debate adjudicator :P post comment

The rest is still unwritten [27 Nov 2007|10:58pm] One day, I plan to be a published author. I don't care how successful or not I am, I just would love to have something be considered good enough to be published. While I can't give too many of my ideas away, I'll let you have a sneak peek at three of the most developed ones. 1. Original Fantasy Trilogy This one is the most ambitious project I will embark upon. I know it will take me years to develop because I need to thoroughly create the world and the different people that populate it. I already have a rough outline of the first novel in the series, as well as the main characters who I'm dying to explore and sketch out in more detail. In a nutshell, the story is centred around a naive, sheltered girl who is escorted across the country by a streetwise orphan to visit her dying grandfather who she has never seen before, yet along the way they become embroiled in a titanic battle over dominion of the seas. They'll be drama, lust, betrayal, romance and bloodshed as both characters clash and struggle with conflicting emotions as their previously unknown pasts are revealed. I'm also planning a spinoff which would focus on the world under the seas... 2. Dark, Psychological Thriller This is my attempt at a completely different genre, one which I would never have considered before had the idea not just come to me all of a sudden. Without giving too much away, this is a first-person tale about a woman who is on the run after kidnapping her sister's baby. I'm hoping it will be as dark and sinister as I imagine it to be in my head and I hope the twist at the end is original and not contrived. Fingers crossed! 3. Romance Gone Wrong I really enjoy reading romance if it's done well, so I think I want to one day write one myself, partly inspired by observations and situations from my own life and from others around me. It won't be like Bridget Jones chick-lit or a Mills and Boon (the horror!), where there's always a happy ending. No, not my idea - a friendly, bookish woman meets a social, egotistical man, but the transformations they undergo to stay together spells doom for their romance. I'm envisaging it as a film and I know what the last scene will look like already. Quite powerful really. post comment

Excuse me, what is the secret to your song? [26 Nov 2007|10:21pm] It's rather enlightening when you come to a self-realisation, when what you thought were random aspects of yourself are condensed into a single entity. It's only been in the last year or so that I've managed to pinpoint the root of many of my interests and aptitudes. It all stems from my love for LANGUAGE, which takes so many varied forms. Three of the more salient ones are explored below... 1. Books I've always appreciated the written word, having been an avid reader since young. I savour finely crafted sentences, rolling them around in my mind like a smooth wine across the tongue. When I see a great artwork, athlete or musician, I merely admire, offhandedly wishing I was as talented. When I read a great novel, it has a completely different effect - it fills me with fire, awakes ambitions that nothing else does. It makes me more than just envious - it makes we want to be a fantastic writer. 2. Linguistics Languages are fascinating. They tell you so much about a particular culture and its mindset, just by the existence (and absence) of certain words and their meanings. There are supposedly hundreds of Inuit words for "snow", and though this myth is largely untrue, it's a neat example of how the nature of the society and the world it inhabits can show through a language. I only started studying Linguistics this year and I've regretted not studying it earlier. I would possibly have done a completely different degree if I had known! I feel the urge to study more foreign languages as well, especially Latin for some reason. Matching new words to familiar ones is somehow exciting and interesting. Oh to study languages, that would be a dream come true. 3. Cryptography I adored codes when I was younger. I got code books for kids where I could practice creating them and cracking them. You might wonder why I'm including this in the list. Well, a code is just another language after all, with symbols that may be as unreadable and unfamiliar as characters in the Japanese or Arabic alphabet. I really enjoyed deciphering the weekly code in Sydney Morning Herald's Radar before they took it out, though I never sent my answers in for the prize. I don't know if I'll ever resurrect this interest though... 1 comment|post comment

These are a few of my favourite things [25 Nov 2007|11:45pm] Moving now onto one of my greatest loves (oh glorious food!), I'll share with you my 3 favourite flavours of all time. An addition or incarnation of any of these takes things up a notch or two with me, sometimes into a state that feels almost like nirvana. *drool* Excuse me, I think I need a napkin now... 1. Chilli Oh MAN, I am a chilli fanatic. I can scare people with my devotion to those little red pods. I love biting into a piece of chopped, fresh chilli, the flavour exploding across my tongue, gradually fading away to a pleasant, mild burn. I once made myself sick by adding too much chilli in my ramen noodles. I'm only just discovering how lovely it is with pasta as well. Oh man... 2. Lemon What better to go with chilli than lemon? Oh whenever they give me lemon wedges with any meal, I will attempt to douse the food with it - calamari, pides, pho... There's something about the slight bite it adds that makes a dish so much better. I just wish they wouldn't be so stingy with the amount of lemon they normally give you! 3. Peach There's only one arena in which lemon doesn't win out and that's when it comes to drinks. Besides lemon lime bitters, I prefer Fanta over other lemon-related carbonated drinks. So when it comes to iced tea, lemon doesn't do it for me - it's peach all the way. How refreshingly sweet and satisfying is a glass of peach iced tea (with lots of ice)? I adore the smell too - when I find a peach-scented perfume, I shall be one eternally happy girl :) post comment

Everything around her is a silver pool of light [24 Nov 2007|11:59pm] Today's entry is devoted to my love of the Cinderella story, in all its various incarnations. I love these three movie versions in particular. 1. Disney's Cinderella What can I say? I've watched this movie so many times I've lost count. It was a staple part of my childhood, so maybe that's why I've carried this myth with me into adulthood. I still have the video (too early for DVDs!) stashed away in a drawer, the box a little battered and ragged after all these years. I think I've finally outgrown all the cutesyness, all the singing and dancing animals. Yet the story will always endure... 2. Ever After This is one of those rare movies I love every single second of. I would not change a single thing about this film, even if I had the power to. I feel Drew Barrymore's character is so well played and the romance is so breathtakingly genuine and real that it thrills me to watch it. I love how it manages to make the Cinderella tale more realistic, more sassy and ultimately more touching. Well, I know what I'll be doing tomorrow night - rewatching this beautiful film! 3. A Cinderella Story I know it was silly, quaint and teenybopper, yet somehow I totally enjoyed watching this. Yeah, Hilary Duff is not completely my cup of tea, but damn, this movie had so many other things going for it that I just ran with it - comic moments, kooky characters, one stunningly beautiful gown, not to mention Chad Michael Murray as the modern day Prince Charming, sigh. It was fun, but I don't think I shall attempt to repeat the experience. Let good memories lie where they will. post comment

Counting down the days [23 Nov 2007|11:44pm] [ mood | tired ] In honour of there only being 7 days left until I finish NaBloPoMo, I've decided to introduce an exciting new "Triple Delight" series! Okay, maybe not so exciting, but I'll be doing some self-analysing, exploring three elements of some psychological theme about myself. Today, we'll be covering Three Potential but Unlikely Careers I'd love to have which others may never have expected of me. 1. Board Game Designer When I was younger, my parents didn't buy my sister and I many board games, so I made my own. Monopoly, Cluedo, even Bingo, I made about a dozen games from scratch, including some that were purely from my imagination. I really, really enjoyed the whole process as well, even all the tedious cutting of cards involved. My love of board games continues to this day, so I would adore the chance to come up with new game ideas, test them out and generally see them right through to the end. Oh boy, I hope this job exists... 2. Animal Behaviourist I adore watching animals. My dog can have me riveted just by lying there, doing nothing. What's even more fascinating is seeing animals carrying out their rituals or going busily about performing obscure tasks. I know there are scientists, conservationists and others out there observing animals all the time, to protect them, to learn more about our evolution as humans or just to document them. How dearly I would love to be able to follow a wolf pack, spy on chimpanzees or even record dolphin sounds. So where do I sign up? No really, where?? 3. Business Entrepreneur So I didn't study Commerce or Business at uni, or show any interest in this area, but dammit, I have ideas. I don't know whether this idea is viable or not, but I would seriously consider starting a website or shop which only sold miniature things - from pens and notebooks to dental floss and shampoo, everything would come in small sizes and small packages. It would be brilliant for anybody travelling, looking for items for their children, or for those like me who just love miniatures. Everything would be in the one place so you wouldn't have to go scouring multiple stores. Now let's just hope noone steals this business idea! post comment

That's just the way the cookie crumbles [22 Nov 2007|10:47pm] I don't know why stupid things seem to happen to me all the time. I mean I don't go around courting disaster, do I? I certainly am not aiming for it, yet inevitably I end up acting in a really dumb way. So, the last time I went to work, I finally came clean to my boss about my European trip. Then when I went back to ask him for more shifts, I somehow walked out without a job. Yeah, basically, I only have a few more weeks then I'm out of the workplace for good. Guess I shouldn't have mentioned that I was going to be looking for full-time work when I got back. Sigh, I can't even manage my own career... My workmates are not gonna let me forget this, Ugly Betty in particular. He's been having a field day lately with all my work troubles. Not that he doesn't have his own share of woes... It's pretty funny actually. He seems to be a very determined, set kind of guy, but he's falling all over himself to cater for the whims of his Dream Girl. Now he has his own personal counsellor/spiritual adviser (one of Dream Girl's friends) who is going to help him change and become a better person. Hi-lar-i-ous. Guess that's just what love does to people. As for me? Well, I don't need a boy to make me do stupid things. I accomplish that quite thoroughly on my own. post comment

Pain is all you'll find [21 Nov 2007|11:59pm] I get excited when I think about getting some new gadget, whether it be a laptop or digital camera, but inevitably it gives me a big headache trying to find the best product out there. Right now I'm scouring websites trying to find a new mp3 player. I've found it, but dammit they don't sell it in Australia and it seems a tad expensive to get it shipped over. Hmm, I'm noticing that all my blog titles have been song lyrics lately. Music has always been a part of my life, its significance waning and waxing with time, but always there. I think I have a good memory for lyrics, though I haven't officially tested that out... Oh boy, this mp3 issue is going to be the death of me, I can already tell... *wails* Why not in Oz? I wants it! post comment

Burn, baby, burn [20 Nov 2007|11:57pm] I didn't think it was even possible to get sunburned on one's scalp, but as usual, I've proven myself wrong. My mum said she's never seen anything like it before. The parting in my hair is just one angry red line. It was very ouchie as I washed my hair. So I went out to a work dinner tonight, quite fun stuff. There was like a sharp divide between us girls and the guys at the table. The guys were having such scintillating conversations, what with Ugly Betty guy talking about embezzling the company and trying to find his soulmate(s) in the restaurant. Seriously, I could devote a whole blog entry to Ugly Betty and his crazy ways, but that would only serve to feed his already ginormous ego. Continuing with the alcohol theme from previous entries, I tried a Cosmopolitan for the first time tonight. It was okay, got stronger towards the end. Made me feel a bit dizzy. According to my workmate who should be called Medicine Woman, if you drink it through a straw, it makes you drunk quicker. I'm not certain as to the logic of that, ah well. Also tried some of my other workmate's Pina Colada - niiice. Funny thing is that it had a lemon slice instead of pineapple. I think I needed all this to take my mind off my Woes at Work. Now THAT would be a whole other blog entry... post comment

Oh you're so naive [19 Nov 2007|09:14pm] Right, so today was supposed to be the last day of The Big Clean Up™ but as usual, I underestimated how much was left to do... and how bloody long it takes. Especially because I have to battle with my "it might come in handy one day" and "oh but I want to keep it" instincts which makes me reluctant to throw some things away, even though I know I probably won't touch them again. My dad's workmate is over right now and my mum is touring his little girl around the house. She stood there silently in my room, clutching a bag of Starburst lollies, while my mum loaded her with gifts from my pile of things I'm planning to sell. Now I'm missing a pencil case, a set of crayons and some hairties, all quite new. Oh well. I am loving the Lily Allen album right now - it's so fun and playful and damn catchy. Her cover of Naive by the Kooks is brilliant as well. I feel like I'm channelling her sometimes because I've got a similar haircut. Except she pulls it off much better, sigh... Sometimes it puzzles me how I keep managing to come up with something to blog. I had this whole list of topics planned out but I've only gotten about a quarter of the way through it. So the rest is just impromptu babble about things that are happening to me.... Omigod, I've turned into a stereotypical blogger! The horror! post comment

With sunglasses on, baby [18 Nov 2007|11:47pm] You know what? I don't think anybody I know actually reads this blog. That's okay though, it's quite nice to have some anonymity. I was planning to let people know but haven't gotten around it. Meh. So I went to the beach today for the first time in ages. It was pretty awesome, despite nearly making myself sick by overgorging (is that even a word?) myself on food and nearly losing one of my precious earrings. I had some really good talks with my uni friend throughout the day, gave her an early Christmas present and received a late birthday present from my other uni friend. I'm so glad that I met these two, they're so different and unique... together, we're the Three Musketeers :) I only realised I was sunburnt when I got home though. It's really kinda funny how it conforms to the shape of the dress I was wearing. No way would I show anyone if they ask though ;) Anyway, to clean up, I took a bath for the first time in YEARS. It was quite a lovely experience. I managed to get water up my nose though - I suppose it's not smart to dunk your head under without blocking it. I realised now I didn't say, "That was intelligent", after doing that stupid act. The uni friend who I gave a present to seems to find it highly amusing whenever I use that phrase (in a deadpan voice - that's the key thing!). It's usually an automatic reaction for me: Do something dumb --> "That was intelligent". Happens more often than I would like unfortunately! Anyway, I think all the exercise and the sunburn is making me feel a bit sore and tired. Goodnight :) post comment

Yesterday once more [17 Nov 2007|11:34pm] [ mood | drained ] Still about last night, my friend and I came up with two rules about how to pick a good bartender: 1. If they're a girl, they must have their hair down. 2. If they're a guy, they have to be unattractive. This is based on the fact that the only girl there with her hair tied up gave us bad drinks and the rather arbitrary theory that the good looking guys were hired more for their looks than their mixing abilities. It was fun, in a strange way. Nothing memorable really happened, aside from meeting up with someone I haven't seen for ages. Will need to stay in contact with her more often! The only thing that really came out of it that I'm still thinking about is my writing. I've had this idea for a book series which I've only told to one of my friends, the same one who came up with the bartender rules with me. She mentioned it last night and so I've been thinking about it since, coming up with more plot details and more about the characters. The idea's changed quite a bit since I first told her about it. She found it quite extreme and confronting then, but I've modified it so hopefully it's more palatable and won't put off anybody. Although really, some fantastic books have been written about taboo topics, but no, that's not the only reason it's changing so, yeah. I wonder if I'm not being productive enough and just using the big clean up as an excuse not to do anything else. When you've spent three days cleaning, it's rather off-putting when your mother walks in and tells you it looks exactly as messy as before. I'm getting there though. Only two more piles to clean up. Oh wait, no, I just looked around and realised there's MORE - the shelves, the cupboard in the other room... Grah. Fan-bloody-tastic. post comment

Warm and fuzzy on the inside [16 Nov 2007|11:59pm] I had tequila for the first time today. Oooh boy, the sweet, burning sensation was quite pleasant, much better than what I had expected. Too bad they didn't provide the salt and lemon, so I didn't have the whole experience. Maybe next time ;) Somehow it made me feel really happy and I was all smiling. I'm not much of a drinker - I don't feel the need to get drunk to have fun and my wallet would definitely protest if I went drinking every weekend. Yet I'm starting to see the allure of it all. Of course, I'm not planning to make a habit of it - I've seen first hand how ugly that can be. That could all change when I go off to Europe though. I'm doing what is essentially a booze tour - apparently I shall be drinking every day and night by the end of it. I'll probably need a few drinks just to feel sober when I get back. Anyway, I was feeling woozily tired before, but that's mostly disappeared. I'm just feeling regular tired now. Guess the alcohol is wearing off. Time for bed while the effects are still lingering. Good night all! Happy happy joy joy! post comment

And tarnished not by memories [15 Nov 2007|11:19pm] [ mood | contemplative ] So I'm sitting in my study room, surrounded by piles of STUFF - notebooks, bags, old books, stickers, stationery, boxes... I guess that's what happens when you're in the middle of a huge clean up. Yesterday, I came across a framed photo of my parents at their wedding, stashed away at the back of a closet. It's now hanging in our rumpus room, much to the embarrassment of my mother. She thinks she looks old-fashioned, but I think she looks very much like (an Asian) Princess Diana in that photo. I also went through my dad's old photos, I think before he met my mum. It was both amusing and touching to see that he was still the same - reclining in trees, standing around with hands on hips, looking into the distance, thinking he was so cool in his 70s-style outfits. There were a lot from his time in the army, which troubled me a bit, as they seem to glorify that military lifestyle, him posing with guns in full uniform. It was strange to see him look so young. He was almost unfamiliar and there were some group photos where I couldn't tell which one was him. I sometimes wish I took more photos when I was in high school. Unfortunately, my friends and I were camera shy (more like camera phobic actually) so there are very few pictures of us floating around from that time. I know I would have been incredibly embarrassed to see them now, me in all my dorky glory, but they would be something to look back on. Instead, I have to piece together bits and pieces from journals, letters, yearbooks... I wonder if these written records will be enough in the future for me to remember. I look back fondly now on what were some of my most formative years. All the funny moments, the in-jokes, the dramas, but most of all, the cherished friendships. Yet will they stay with me in the years to come? I hope so. I really do. post comment

Validation is a long time coming [14 Nov 2007|11:44pm] [ mood | thankful ] I spent most of today cleaning out my study room, throwing away a lot of old school assignments and such. I read some of my ones for English and I noticed I kept getting the comment that I have "a strong sense of voice" and that I write "quite fluently". I'm quite pleased about that. No, more than pleased... I'm downright relieved. As any writer is, I've always been iffy about my own writing, not believing it's all that good. I mean, I've never known whether I can even legitimately call myself a writer. Comments like that just confirm to me that I'm on the right track, that I shouldn't just give up, but keep going, keep honing my abilities. I know I have a way to go. I don't get nearly enough practice at writing to show much development. I mean that's what I like about this blog. It's forcing me to actually sit down, every single day, and just do what a writer should do: WRITE. I sometimes feel a bit like a character in this online comic. He goes around telling everyone he's a rock star, listens to a lot of music, stands around with an electric guitar, writes lyrics... but he never actually performs on stage. Somehow all his buying into the hype is enough to convince him that he actually is a musician, when he's really just living the image. Can I really call myself a writer? Every major thing I've written has always been inspired by someone else's universe, not a unique world I've created myself. I know I'm doing something right though, judging by the feedback. I mean my friend posted something I wrote for her work online and there were some really lovely comments about it. Gives me a little kick to know I'm actually reaching people. Yet it's not enough for me to just bask in the warm glow of praise. I need to use it to fire my courage, my conviction, to take the next step into my own characters, my own stories. Will next year be my year, where I actually pen some of the ideas floating in my head? I hope so. I pray so. Will faith and belief be enough to carry me through? We'll see, we'll see... post comment

Do you want free rice? [13 Nov 2007|10:55pm] [ mood | peckish ] No, not for yourself! For the noble, perhaps over-idealistic purpose of ending world hunger. Check it out at the Free Rice website. You get to play a vocab game and for every word you get right, they donate 10 grains of rice through the UN to poorer nations. The game itself is kinda addictive, though I can't seem to get above Level 41. You know, I've been eating it all my life, but it was only recently that I realised that the funny looking bits scattered in the rice we ate was barley! I just thought it was a different kind of rice, but no, my mum's been feeding us a variety of grains it seems. Makes me feel kinda like a chicken... Anyway, I've been trying to limit my rice consumption in the interests of health. How is one supposed to stick to low-carb, low-GI foods when one is Asian? Rice is a staple part of our diet! Brown rice is nowhere near as nice as white rice either... I really can't believe I spent a whole blog entry talking about rice. Then again, I didn't think you could have a 15 minute conversation about salt either. I've been proved wrong on both counts it seems... post comment

Goodbye Academia! [12 Nov 2007|08:33pm] Today, I finished my last university exam EVER. Well, maybe not forever, as I still see a postgrad course lurking in my future.... but still! No more frantically scribbling away during boring lectures, no more long, obscure readings, no more late-nighters and cramming for exams. I won't have to hear the names Foucault, Bourdieu or Habermas weekly. No more theory, hallelujah! Practical work all the way! Oh, you academics. I've looked on you suspciously, been absolutely confused by you and dreaded meeting your work again. Yet I've also been inspired by your thought provoking words, been amused by the way you gleefully make up titles ('Look at moiye, Kimmie, look at moiye!' - not lying!), even fangirled you! How awesome a surname is Ben-Ze'ev (pronounced BEN-ZAY-EV)? How amazing is danah boyd for legally changing her name to all lower case? I can't believe Howard Rheingold paints shoes, SHOES I tell you! University, I can't believe how much you have changed me. In the future, I think I'll discover more and more of what you've given me, things which maybe I don't see now. Farewell my sandstone protector, mentor, teacher, friend, I bid you adieu... post comment

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