I got told today that we spend 60 - 70% of our conscious time eating. Hmm. And can anyone tell me, if we were to cook humans, will the dish appear as red meat, or white? And why are red meat red, and white meat white? As in, what determines an animal to be ya know, red or white?
X and I were reading through our chat history (yes, geeks do that), and this is how I've been ending our conversations since June:
25/6 09.28pm i feel like sleeping 25/6 09.34pm maybe go sleep....... haha..... 28/6 11:23pm i need to sleep 28/6 11:36pm no need sleep liao 28/6 11:37pm which means i should sleep soon 28/6 11:44pm k i need to sleep 03/7 09.44pm sigh... should sleep 15/7 10:36pm aih... i'm goin to sleep la 25/7 11:13pm should.. sleep.. 25/7 11:22pm i go prepare sleep bah 25/7 11:36pm i go sleep 31/7 09.05pm sleep is good 06/8 12:34pm i gotta sleep
Girl (Thai Slang): Hello this is Ying Thai2 how can I help you? Harvard: Hi, I want to order a chicken pad thai. Girl: What's your name? Harvard: XXXXXXX. Girl: Phone number? Harvard: XX - XXXXXXXX. Girl: Ok, it'll be ready in fifty minutes. Harvard: I'm sorry, fifty minutes? Girl: Yes, fifty. Harvard: Do you mean fifteen? Girl: NO, FIFTY! Harvard: As in FIVE-ZERO? Girl: NO! IT'S ONE-FIVE!!
I gave up and thanked her. I have another 5 minutes until the one-five minutes are up to collect my pad thai.
Watching Sicko made me despise medical dramas like Grey's Anatomy and ER. Ok, even House, as much as I like watching it. It also made me feel guilty eating that chili chocolate choctop. I hate hospitals. I hate the whole ambient, the mood. It's shit to handle the two bipolar conditions: getting better, and not getting better. And then some genius from CBS decided to make the mood lighter by showing how doctors fuck with each other. While at the back of our heads we know there are patients waiting 6 hours to have their broken lungs checked out, we choose to indulge in the love stories and scandalous affairs between the doctors. I hope I don't get ill. Also, while browsing the review of Sicko on IMDb.com, I read 'If you enjoyed this title, our database also recommends Wong Fei Hung'. Weird.
So I ignored a couple of friend requests on Facebook. It felt awful similar to shaking my head to the homeless guys who sell the Big Issue along Swanston Street every night. I mean, really now, there are people whom you keep in touch because you'd like to keep in touch with them. And then there are people who wants to add you on Facebook to boost their friend count. Which, reminds me of the definition of 'friends' by Daniel Kitson during the Melbourne Comedy Festival this year:
People you'd call up if you dick/breasts fell off.
Having remembered that, I feel less guilty now. Sorry, you're not on my to-call-list if I wake up one fine day realising my penis is detached from me. Back to the homeless Big Issue guy. I was walking pass the one at Collins the other night after work, when suddenly a woman tackled him and they started making out on the spot. My night sucked instantly.
Sign of growing up: I tried to insert my ATM card into the ticket machines at the train stations by mistake. Maybe subconsciously I'm already thinking that money could solve everything. One thing that's been bugging me, is the inspectors at the South Yarra station. Why the hell would you inspect tickets at 9am in the morning, knowing that it's peak hour, and that you will hold up a queue and cause inconvenience? It's like checking tram tickets during rush hour, it doesn't make sense. From an economical point of view, it's not making anyone's life easier. This has nothing to do with Connex, but common sense, which can be a scarcity nowadays. Just like how I voluntarily accept a file from messenger and got infected by virus. That's dumb. Damn I hate that bitch.
Finally got around to Federation Square for the Pixar exhibition. Although it was a Saturday morning, it's still pretty crowded, with CHILDREN, argh! I'd never want to imagine how it's like on a Sunday. To be shallowly frank, I prefer this to the Guggenheim at the NGV. Well, cartoons are more graphical, and publicly accessible than modern art to start with. And you know you're dealing with the pinnacle of design with Pixar. The best part is definitely the 'Zoetrope' room where they display a giant turntable with 3D models around it. Then, with the aid of strobe lighting, you'd actually see a real life animation when the table spins at a high speed. It's 'borrowed' from the Ghibli Studio Museum in Japan, created originally by Toshio Iwai. So it's something like this:
Photo from tautoz.com
Now imagine Woody and Buzz Lightyear jumping around and riding wooden horses. The Zoetrope itself is worth the admission fare of $15. $10 if you're a filthy, filthy student. The exhibition's divided into 3 categories: Characters, World, Story. Each section has its own in-depth explanation of all the animated feature film Pixar has done so far. I'm definitely going back again for the audio tour, just to feel more untalented and insignificant to the John Lasseter group.