Thursday, September 29, 2005

Meulaboh, Aceh, Indonesia

Meulaboh, Aceh, Indonesia
Originally uploaded by elsija.
Busy, busy busy busy. I wish I could just sit and edit all day. The photos are piling up! And I haven't even scanned in the rest from Bangladesh. =(

I blame my cat for my procrastination. Lazing about is contagious.

Random question. Who's the one behind the camera taking all those beautiful photos of Furong Jie Jie?


All these shirts constantly fuel my fantasies of having my very own t-shirt printing machine and a never-ending supply of plain t-shirts. Make a new one everyday! Depending on your mood!

If I had the money, I could print myself a brand new t-shirt everyday... and it'll line the walls of the Museum of Jessica's Utterly Incredible Projects to show how I felt everyday for one year.

I liked this one too:

This is one of the few lines they came up with that wouldn't offend people in a bad way. Shitty Americans will do anything for the shock factor. Some of the taglines were downright nasty nasty nasty. Already, they've come up with spoofs for H. Katrina. Nasty people.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Nellie the Equatorial Penguin

I have a dream of creating a comic strip titled "Nellie the Equatorial Penguin".

Nellie was conceived pretty much in the likeness of the cute baby penguins in that frenchie movie, but peppered with a dose of Cartman's nastiness/idioticness (since we wouldn't have to travel far to make the physical-similariy connection), and lives miserably at The Pole and dreams of better days in a place where she just wouldn't feel so damn cold all the time.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaa can we moooove i'm coooold...."

I like Nellie very much already. She would hide a blasphmous pink hawaiian pineapple keychain under her fat arms and sneak looks at it from time to time to think of her warm happy place. And her neurotic mom (is there any other kind) thinks she has some kind of drug problem because she's always sniffing and shivering.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Headache, body aches, lerthagy, no motivation, sluggish culture...

Maybe withdrawal from not realising sooner that Aceh would likely be my last trip overseas this year.

Did I tell you, that up on a poster on a temple wall was my Chinese "Boar" zodiac reading which said "this will be a year of travel for you."

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Bad Movie Alert

It was one of those occasions, when the limits of time made it such that only a few movies were avaiable for our selection.

You know that feeling, when you gotta pick between Possibly Bad Movie A and Possibly Bad Movie B, and all the logic in your head have lined up to form a little protest line with picket signs saying "GO HOME!!! NOooooo!!!!" but you still do it anyway because there's that little glimmer of hope that you might discover a good movie which people avoid because of a bad title...

Ya that feeling lor.

Anyway, lesson learnt tonight:

1. Nothing good to watch, don't watch.
2. Shall not watch anymore movies with:
a. prehistoric animals
b. bats
c. giant bats
d. prehistoric giant bats
e. time travel

Actually, i'd steer clear from anything involving humans being chased by animals. The last good movie with that theme was Jurassic Park, and i think it kinda spoilt the dinosaur-movie market.

But well, A Sound of Thunder, other than having yummy Edward Burns (who did not manage to save the show), had terrible blue screen action (the Daytona crash stimulation in the arcade was better than the computer animated car crash I saw), terrible acting of fellow constipated actors, terrible lines, terrible directing.. terrible everything.


It does make me want to read the short story it was based on. Sounds like it'd make much more sense on paper than on film.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Cats and such.

When I say i did nothing but take photos of cats and children this trip - i'm really not stretching the truth that much.

Dammit, I just wanted to enjoy myself this time round. And I think I did.. although I don't have much to show for it that would make others believe... cats and children photos are personal.. you gotta be there to appreciate the memories I think.

And so, I think that my life would be a perfect zen-mix if I could either:

1. Work as staff in a children-related NGO while volunteering for the local SPCA (wherever).
2. Work as staff in the local SPCA (wherever) while volunteering at a children-related NGO.

I used to try to shake off my fingers' tendancies to press the trigger everytime something feline or youthful walked into my line of sight... clicheclichecliche... but I think I shall try not to control that for a while and see how things worked out. I really haven't smiled so much at my photos for a long time. Even without any commercial value... at least it makes me happy.

And COME ON, I do not believe that kid shots are as easy as people tell me. Sure, they smile and pose, but to get the ONE photo that summarises it all... where it goes beyond just a cutesy face and smile.. that's the thing I'm trying to lookout for.

In other news, I played God today and got Kitty spayed. Have been whining about this inevitable decision to just about anyone who was unlucky enough to be around... I've said it before and I say it again - it's just not my right. She isn't my cat, she's A cat bunking with me.

And besides, she didn't get the full works that Darren's cats had.. which I found out a tad bit too late. No fancy funnel for her head to prevent unneccessary biting of the stiches, no antiseptic lotion to apply... and released after a grand total of 2 hours.

If anything goes wrong... there'll be more than one bitch at the clinic I can gurantee you that.

She hasn't eaten the WHOLE day, making it a full 24 hours and making me very worried... rejected (violently) the antibiotics I tried to force feed her, drank no more than a few sips of water.

Am very afraid of what tomorrow will bring. I do not want one of those lazy fat buggers who can barely be bothered to raise their head to look at you lazing at my void deck. OK... that's what I wanted AT FIRST, till Kitty showed me the meaning of the word CAT.

Am so covered with wounds/scars/scratches that it's mildly depressing when I examine them.

How could you not fall in love?

Sunday, September 18, 2005

"There is no truth in words. There is no warranty."

It's been almost a year since I wrote that on the old blog, and I must admit that optimism has failed me, and the truth of those words still resonate as strongly as they did before.

Everyday, I wait to be proven wrong, and somehow I have this sinking feeling that I may actually be right.

And yah, Aceh was great.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Round 2

Daddy's Girl
Originally uploaded by elsija.
I leave tomorrow for Aceh again. 10 days of simple living. Well, not so simple, if you count the DVD player in the house, but yeah you know what I mean.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

"You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, yet you're terrified that somebody's gonna put you in a cage. Well, baby, you're already in a cage and you built it yourself. And it's not bound on the east by Somali Land or on the west by Tulip, Texas. It's everywhere you go. Because no matter where you run, you're always going to end up running into yourself."
- Fred darling
I heard it once a long long time ago when I was 12 or 13, and again when I bought the DVD last year. I always find it amazing how words can strike at you so differently - a different chord, a different resonance.
I asked around a lot about what kind of music people listen to when they're sad, and till today I've yet to find someone who does the same as me - I drag out the happiest, teeny-boppiest, chirpiest tunes I can find. Which is not strange to me, because why the FUCK do I want to make myself feel worse, but people say they listen to sad music when they're sad because it has a sort of carthartic effect. I've tried it once - and it did not carthartic-away anything. And the irony of it all, which was the point of me starting this ramble, is that it just so happens the tunes I like to listen to in a normal state of mind has been frequently labelled as "depressing" and "morose". So my whole point is, do not judge a person's desire to wallow in depression by the music they typically listen to. Methinks its all a tad bit misleading. I am NOT stupidly masochistic, however I may appear.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Having a big kick out of reading letters to the forum thread titled "This isn't 'Our Tsunami'"


"But as valid as the mayor's characterization may be on an emotional level, this is not "our tsunami." This is our Hurricane Katrina.... Mayor Holloway has a right to his grieving rhetoric, but his words don't belong in The Oregonian's front-page headline."

"I wondered how long it would take a benighted fundamentalist Christian to nominate Hurricane Katrina as a sign that their God is in a snit over liberalism ("Storm is sign from God," Letters, Aug. 31). Odd that the punishment meted out by Jan Landis' God would strike three Southern red states that probably contain more Baptists and Pentecostalists per square mile than they do heedless and hedonistic liberals."

"So those darn liberals are the cause of Hurricane Katrina and probably global warming, too? What's next? Sacrificing a couple of virgins into Mount St. Helens' crater every week or so?"

Thursday, September 01, 2005


Ah, the simple joys.

Kitty is rolling around the floor in utter glee, scrabbling at a piece of balled up paper light enough to fly across the room with one swipe of her paw. I can never quite tell what will end up as her playmate of the day.. but more often than not it's a balled up piece of something.

And i just spent the past 15 mins trying to find a scratch on my finger that was bleeding. After I'd gone to retrieve a plaster, I just can't seem to be able to find it anymore. So I suppose if it doesn't even hurt or bleed I don't really need to plaster it... but.. but... how can it just disappear like this!! Worse than trying to find an itch.

My cat has killer cheekbones. I mean... from her face itself you'd think she was all shrunken and anorexic.. but she's not! (as proven by oh so cute tummy).. must be a Bangla thing. Them northish indians and their cheekbones.

Just thinking back at my 401 tutorial yesterday... Now there's finally an explanation for all the forum letters I've been seeing over the years.. all those complaints and feedback that, in my opinion, sounded quite ridiculous. The level of asian conservatism is just simply astounding. Even in my class of 20 something year-olds, I just note what seems to be a degree of "my ass before yours" and a utter respect for the whole concept of "saving my face above everyone elses".

Quick to complain - that's what we are. Quick to assert our rights in what I really think is a strange way.

I'm talking about people who write in to say "how can you allow these good for nothing teenagers to listen to such loud music on their walkman on the mrt don't you know that it's so irritating i coming home from work and people tired want to rest you know and then you boomboomboom so noisy what is the society coming to no respect and blaablaaabalaalaaaa."

shit that's Boomhauer!

Not that i don't get irritated as well.. but there's always a choice isn't there? Same emotions - different reactions.

And when we get older? That could very well translate to being quick to sue - the hypothetical scenarios in class all show how, in order to protect ourselves, we are willing to head towards lawsuits.

I tell you, it freaked me out completely at first.

Don't you see, it's because of this lawsuit-happy attitude that makes things so impossible sometimes? Just because your toes indeed HAS been stepped on, it doesn't mean you HAVE to file a lawsuit!!! There's always such a thing as "let things be" or "lets go another route". It seemed to be some kinda trigger-reflex action - as long as fault can be found, a lawsuit therefore we must file.