My shoes habit has gotten wildly out of hand and I’d been getting a lot of angst from my mother recently about how there are shoes are all over the place.
Also, I’d been wearing the same pairs of shoes over and over because I just do not have the time or energy to dig through the opaque boxes where I keep most of my shoes.
With regards to my problem, this looks like a brilliant solution 
Taking pictures of the shoes and sticking them on the boxes 
I still have quite a number of those disposable cameras I bought in bulk a while back – perfect for this project!
While I’m at it, getting myself a furry, acrylic arm-chair seems like a good idea.
(via {this is glamorous})
I’m excited about the Singapore Design Festival 2009, which is happening from 20 – 30 November. These 10 days are stuffed to the brim with design-related exhibitions, seminars, workshops, parties and walking trails.
Even the covers of the Festival guide look great.
Picking a selected few that I’m interested in and can fit into my schedule is proving to be Mission Impossible.
Of all the events, I am most eager to participate in We Share Stories, for its simplicity and sheer ingenuity.
This is how it works:
1) Shoot a roll of film. Do not develop it.
2) Drop it off at Books Actually.
3) Pick up another roll shot by a random stranger.
4) Develop random stranger’s roll of film.
5) Anticipate. Wait. Be surprised!
This speaks directly to the voyeur in me!
Liting asked if I’ll like to attend some events at the upcoming M1 Singapore Fringe Festival 2010 with her, so I did a little clicking around on the website [random question: what will we do without websites?].
There are a lot of things going on but I am only truly intrigued by America The Gift Shop, “an installation project that reflects the foreign policy of the Bush/Cheney regime, in the fun-house mirror of American commerce”.
You’ll almost want to laugh, but stop just in time to realise that these items are seriously disturbing.
I do like the t-shirts though. I mean, they are not really supposed to be funny, but we are all getting a very warped sense of humour anyway. Might as well indulge ourselves.
More gift shop items over at the project website.
When you drink too much champagne, you get this sticky sweet taste in your mouth that is not at all unpleasant.
I decided that its great for kissing someone with.
However, if you have nobody to kiss, remember to brush your teeth well.
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Sometimes, I forget that I am heart-broken. And I hate to be reminded.
If I don’t tell you, you’ll never know I’m Miss Havisham (metaphorically, of course).
Just for a little while. Because I can’t wear the same dress (least of all a wedding gown) every day, forever.
I just did the Myers-Briggs personality quiz again – third time in this lifetime if I’m not wrong. I was hoping that there would have been some fundamental change in my personality between now and the time I was 18.
Apparently not, because I am still an ENFP. [You can do the quiz here if you want.]
There is nothing we like more than to have some quiz tell us about ourselves. Otherwise, how do we explain the flourishing of inane quizzes on Facebook (of which the most ridiculous I’d seen is What are the initials of the person you’ll spend forever with?)?
I figured that it has something to do with how positive these ‘reports’ of yourselves are. For instance, they will never tell you that you’re an incorrigible bitch who doesn’t deserve love. But of course, even if you are the aforementioned bitch, you can always remedy that by giving the answers you know you should be giving.
Doctoring a survey is hardly rocket science.
I cannot help but be skeptical about modernist frameworks of data collection, which stem from Rational Thought. It seems to me that putting people into boxes is a futile effort because they always break out of them anyway and we are left scratching our heads in puzzlement, asking ourselves the perennial question, Why do they do that?
That aside, the result for the Myers-Briggs quiz is chillingly accurate. I’m a little scared.
And this is my favourite quote of what I am:
ENFPs have what some call a “silly switch.” They can be intellectual, serious, all business for a while, but whenever they get the chance, they flip that switch and become CAPTAIN WILDCHILD, the scourge of the swimming pool, ticklers par excellence. Sometimes they may even appear intoxicated when the “switch” is flipped.
I love the sound of Captain Wildchild and tickler par excellence.
In general, this quiz makes ENFPs sound like a bunch of schizoprenic lunatics. And true to form, I don’t really mind, much
Last night, I watched Palermo Shooting, which is part of the German Film Festival.
Central to the plot is this beautiful, vintage camera – the Makina 67.
The original Makina was made in the early 20th century to about 1960 by the German company, Plaubel. It was then bought over by a Japanese company, which produced the camera (i.e. Makina 67) until the 1980s.
That means it is now a discontinued item. Tragic.
[Photos from Ken Rockwell]
The colours are gorgeous. {More over here.}
This medium format, strut folding camera uses 120 film, with just 10 precious frames in a roll.
Apparently, it is supposed to teach you patience. I think that is really what I need.
Someone starts making it again? And make it affordable alright?!
[On Being Delusional] (via Voices)
Me: There’s going to be a new Tim Burton movie, Alice In Wonderland. Johnny Depp will be in it. He’s my boyfriend.
J: *nod*
Me: Why don’t you have any reaction to that?
J: Because I am sleeping with Fiona Xie every night.
Me: Oh.
{December 2008. The street our hostel was on. Love the street lamps in CPH. Another lovely photo by Hanying.}
Everyone is talking about Hopenhagen these days. Seemingly, climate change is the latest IT phrase and the UN Climate Change Conference is the hottest party of the year, where saving the world (literally) is concerned.
The word play on ‘hope’ and ‘Copenhagen’ is surprisingly not as cheesy as I thought it’ll be.
And it disturbs me a little that when I read the word, I don’t think so much of hope but more of hop(s) – as in that which beer is made of.
Then I think about the Carlsberg Museum in the city, the $0.50 bottles of perfectly drinkable Pilsner sold at NETTO and the drunken, golden-haired boys and girls who roam the bike-lanes-lined streets on Saturday night.
So yes, that part about the hops, is very apt.
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On more serious stuffs, take about approximately 13.5 seconds to sign the petition on the Hopenhagen website. I figured that if we’re too lazy/self-absorbed to do some tangible good for the environment, filling up our personal details in tiny rounded boxes will have to suffice.
There’s also a blog for all of the compulsive blogs surfers out there. You know who you are.
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This is completely unrelated to C(H)openhagen, climate change, beer or street lamps.
I watched Pink, one of the screenings for the German Film Festival tonight.
There is just one takeaway from this film:
Love = Systematic Procedure + Cold Logic
Wise words for the android who is looking for love.
