late habits
1. I have been buying roses in tall bunches because they make the dining table smell like roses. The thorniest ones have the deepest scent.
2. Random facts gleaned from Japanese class:
a) Pacman comes from "paku paku", an onomatopoeic phrase describing the gobbling sound made by whole swallowing.
b) Rambo, the 80's action movie figure, takes his name from the Japanese word "ranbo", meaning "violence". I was kinda out of it in class today and kept thinking it was a funny coicidence that my teacher kept talking about how "gentle" is the opposite of "Rambo". I thought of the torturously long bus ride we took last year from Hefei to Huangshan where the passengers were strapped down to all three Stallone installations. The woman sitting in front of us in the vaguely diesel-scented, cheap leather, heaving interior said to her companion at the end of the third movie, "Gosh, I hope for our sake they didn't make a fourth one!"
The real irony is that when I asked Sensei whether it was a coicidence that Rambo's name meant "violence" in Japanese (like how "hui" in Maori means "meeting", just like in Chinese): the elegant lady who brought us chilled soumen noodles with real dasi broth for a morning snack had never heard of the man.
3. Yoga is fun. It feels a bit fast cos it's a modified university gym class, but I'm enjoying the more relaxed atmosphere (vis a vis wushu). However, I still find myself being a little too driven in doing the poses. I know it's ridiculous, but it's finally gotten to me, this place.
4. I'm a Japanese-memorising machine. That doesn't work very well. But is made to go round and round in the pixelated annals of the dictionary, hitting dead ends with real hurt, dizzily spun to center and trying another intricacy with the stylus. It isn't and does not feel real.
5. In denial about moving in a month. Serious denial. And where am I going to go?
6. In other news, Project Runway is back and set to claim my Wednesday nights back from ennui infused leisure and the distant claims of Tyra Banks and her evil ranks of model wannabees.
What kind of wannabee do I wannabee?
A wan, wonton kind of oenobee?
(queue "Eric the Half-a-bee"!)
Go to bed! Study the kanji and tango and all that highlit jazz...
2. Random facts gleaned from Japanese class:
a) Pacman comes from "paku paku", an onomatopoeic phrase describing the gobbling sound made by whole swallowing.
b) Rambo, the 80's action movie figure, takes his name from the Japanese word "ranbo", meaning "violence". I was kinda out of it in class today and kept thinking it was a funny coicidence that my teacher kept talking about how "gentle" is the opposite of "Rambo". I thought of the torturously long bus ride we took last year from Hefei to Huangshan where the passengers were strapped down to all three Stallone installations. The woman sitting in front of us in the vaguely diesel-scented, cheap leather, heaving interior said to her companion at the end of the third movie, "Gosh, I hope for our sake they didn't make a fourth one!"
The real irony is that when I asked Sensei whether it was a coicidence that Rambo's name meant "violence" in Japanese (like how "hui" in Maori means "meeting", just like in Chinese): the elegant lady who brought us chilled soumen noodles with real dasi broth for a morning snack had never heard of the man.
3. Yoga is fun. It feels a bit fast cos it's a modified university gym class, but I'm enjoying the more relaxed atmosphere (vis a vis wushu). However, I still find myself being a little too driven in doing the poses. I know it's ridiculous, but it's finally gotten to me, this place.
4. I'm a Japanese-memorising machine. That doesn't work very well. But is made to go round and round in the pixelated annals of the dictionary, hitting dead ends with real hurt, dizzily spun to center and trying another intricacy with the stylus. It isn't and does not feel real.
5. In denial about moving in a month. Serious denial. And where am I going to go?
6. In other news, Project Runway is back and set to claim my Wednesday nights back from ennui infused leisure and the distant claims of Tyra Banks and her evil ranks of model wannabees.
What kind of wannabee do I wannabee?
A wan, wonton kind of oenobee?
(queue "Eric the Half-a-bee"!)
Go to bed! Study the kanji and tango and all that highlit jazz...
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