okay, so i can just sit in the middle of the city square, put a signboard across my chest that says,

'look at me, this is all you need.
i AM art.'


right.
i am going to draw a a picture based on minimalist ideals.
its one of those sleepless nights [thanks to teh tarik from you-know-where-yes-where-yes-there-there's-nowhere-else-to-go-to-anyway]

to my chagrin.



im kind of getting used to hall life already. used to life being surrounded by greek gods and goddesses [with buns of steel and washboard abs] ah. *sigh*. its not that bad. really. its a nice feeling. i mean, the internet connection is n times faster than at home, n -----> infinity...
well.

im even starting to get used to the cai fun [fun cai? cai fun? i never get it right... who cares anyway!] thing we have for dinner... urgh. soon i will abandon my pro-noodles ideals and switch to become an advocate of rice....right. like that will ever really happen...maybe i should try wheat. or oat. or something [ok, oats is like so horsey. dont ask me why; it just is]

haven't drawn a piece for so long. kind of itching. but i know once i start, i ll probably not stop until i use up half an eraser [and leave countless pencil marks on the white sheet]...brought some materials back from home... but i still need my trusty colour pencils. yay, german colour pencils make me happy.

everyone at hall is kind of nice. everyone in my philo tutorial is kind of nice. everyone in chinese lect is kind of nice. kind of nice is kind of vague, but... these kind of things are intangible... like... say.... art. i mean, if the utility/enjoyment/value/profit/whatever you obtained from things as aesthetic as art and as nebulous as social relationships could be measured, then...



ok, my chain of thoughts is like totally incoherent and irrelevant and unstructured and mundane and...[incoherence is my thought process... but that cant be a thought process right... it implies the lack of one; it doesnt qualify as one.... ok ok


*throws hands up into the air*
music, take me over.