Jackson Pollock's work really intrigues me. These are some of his works which I appreciate. I added two of Rembrandt's as well. Enjoy.
The Tea Cup by Jackson Pollock (1946)
The Key by Jackson Pollock
Untitled by Jackson Pollock
Number One 1948 by Jackson Pollock
Naked Man with Knife by Jackson Pollock (1938-1940)
The Moon-Woman Cuts the Circle by Jackson Pollock (1943)
The Hundred Guilder Print by Rembrandt
Christ in the Storm on the Lake of Galilee by Rembrandt (1963)
10:02:00 PM
May 15, 2007
we be pwocwastinators like terminatowrs
From the general view, it is thought that procrastinating is easy-peasey, it really isn't. In fact it's as hard as....heck, working hard!
People of procrastination shouts"hail the eleventh hour!"Yup. We 'worship' "the very last minute of anything" to be the epitome of our eccentric being. (Yes, we are unusual. but the population is growing so big in such short period of time that we will all soon be entitled normal) Our very essence is built up by the strong elements of laziness, able to only work under pressure, easily distracted, negligent and many more soon to be found.
Since uni started, I have been nothing but a true, real procrastinating bum, just like all the other 300 000 students here (.....which I am guessing, is 90% of this uni's population. No?). The thing is...the true danger that many fail to notice is that....just the mere sight of these 'last minute souls' can cause you to contract their procrasti-conjunctivitis and hence, without power of control or realisation, like a normal human being transforming into a werewolf at the very glimpse of moonlight, you...my friend, (ding ding ding!) has just become one of THEM.
(Look at one, you still have the chance to be cured, talk to one, you are doomed for life)
Yup. You have sold your soul to the big P. Now there is no way of redeeming it back, not unless you perform deeds such as those of the systematic..and consistent beings. (Nooooooooo!) Only then you will be set freeeeeeeee and be bodily able to combat such....disease.
(If not....hmm.......)
Oooo ooo! How about....we set up...a campaign! 'Kempen TAK NAK PROCRASTINATE'(English translation: Say no to procrastination!) *Ngyyehhhh* But then again, we are, after all, the sinners. How is it logical that sinners make up campaigns to go against their own sin. Like smokers saying no to smoking. Nahh. We prolly would procrastinate the project itself in the end.
Maybe.....we should establish a monthly or weekly therapy session, with professional help from a a a...priest or...a psychologist. You know, like those emo programs which you attend if you are an alcoholic or drug addict or heavy smoker. Huh? What is that you say? Of course we need it! Heck, procrastinating is a lethal threat too ya know! To self AND to others. Though it starts with a simple burning the midnight oil to the morning sun habits, for all you know, one day we might be so numb with datelines, we just stop functioning. When we see a woman drowning, we might just procrastinate till she dies and THEN get her body out for the family to grieve upon.
*shudder*
Alright alright. If that doesn't work, how about directing our own movie. A movie with a moral-lesson end to it. Horror, yet comedic and a little bit of action packed. Have yet to get my inspiration, but if we agree on this, you will soon catch me sitting under a tree waiting for it. I was thinking......"Kill Procrastination", a tribute to Quentin Tarantino since Kill Bill was such a genius creation. No? *Ngyeehhh*
*Yawn*
But hey. Maybe we need not worry too much. I heard my neighbour auntie muttering something along the lines of...
"....Ploclastinator make guud leader..."
Don't know how far that's true but oh well.
*yawn*
*Ngyyehhh* Thanks to this sickness, I haven't had my sleep due to a bloody assignment. <---- See. A procrastinator blames the whole world, subtly (or maybe not) through their speech. Well, I am honest enough to admit. So yeah. ANYHOOO....Must need....sleep......Procrastinator #256789 out.
I have been having really odd dreams lately. Can't really use the word odd though...cause dreams doesn't usually make any sense. So ANYHOO....First there was the baby seal. Then a few days back I had this crazy adventure in random random scenes. Some scenes slotted in was similar to some Indiana Jones or McGyver stunt act plus some horror scene from "The Resurrection" (Really freaky. Not a blockbuster movie. Won't expect you to know it. Found the CD in my pile of OLDDD VCDs) and not forgetting some gummy-bears here and there. I can't really recall the dream though. Come on. It was more than 60 hours back.
Anyway, this morning, I woke up and yet another adventure. Dream is still fresh in my head. So...the story goes like this, there's this girl (God knows who. Randomness calls) sitting next to this other girl sitting beside me. (Means I was sitting in between. No debates. I am telling you. Screw grammar and order of sentences) So anyway, this random girl stole my friend's stuff when she was hitching a ride with him. *Gassspp* (Drama, drama) She was happily selling everything off and bought tones and tones of clothes of the money she made. Well. We found out about it. For some reason or rather, I played the Catholic priest and I brought her into repentance and she became my mentee.
?????????
Who calls for a wow? Anyone? *Ngyeehh* You should swim in my head, then and only then you will feel the excitement.
There was a time when I much younger, wayyyy back in 1990s, I used to have this dream repeatedly played. There's the part where someone chases after my dad and I, in the dark. And we will run through the jungle to this huge mansion. In the mansion, we will hide in the same study room. You know, those rich man's office with the green clickity light and huge desk. The same thing happens in the room each time. My dad will try to make contact with someone through the sundial phone but the wire's cut off. Then we will look around the room and hide under the huge desk.
The same dream keeps rewinding itself and playing again and again like a broken record player. It lasted for a few years. Then it just stopped. But it's so vivid that it's tattoed in my hippocampus.
Dreams...
11:44:00 AM
random thoughts
"Everyone has issues to deal with. It's how you deal with it."
I have heard that phrase a gezebillion times. As it remains an unchanging fact, I still wonder how is it that different people have different capabilities of handling things....While some has none. Is it a gift, like musical talents and public speaking abilities? Why can't everyone response the same way...?
*Ngyeeeeeh*Random thoughts*Damnnn yeeww*
11:25:00 AM
May 09, 2007
i wonder if it burns more calories than a normal workout.....
And then I was bored (laziness crept in ONCE AGAIN and I just start avoiding responsibilities, really), so I started typing random words and start google-ing them. As I typed the word Ampang, for some reason or rather, I came across this REALLY (fill in the adjective you think suited here after reading it) blog!
Just click on it and you will get there. No no no! Not the X you bum. The website....Ish.
6:15:00 PM
May 02, 2007
seekor budak namanya paris
Make no mistake. I am neither into Paris Hilton NOR her nude pics. But this particular picture of her being half naked with some guy keeling over at the bottom seems to be attached together. Anyway, see the white thing she has in between her fingers? Pick a guess. Just pick a wild guess what she's about to smoke there.(Insert guesses) What! No.........
It's a tampon.
Yup. A tampon. (If you do not have any idea what it is, how very sad of you. I would advice you to Google it)
If summer class offers a subject of psychology of celebrities, I most definitely would sign up 'cause it is quite incomprehensible of what's going on in their heads. I mean, tampon? Come on...We should all try it. Well, she's doing it. The rule of thumb is, we should all follow the famous one.
Paris. Paris. Paris. With her family's fortune, she can easily stuff her bra with a million dollars. But I admire her will to want to go to the distance of being independant and seek for that extra income. She reveals her humorous nature by starring in this hillarious series with her bestie, Nicole Richie. Wait. What was the series about again? Ahh yes. Destroying others' home, polluting adolescents' mind, wrecking peoples' daily lives and hey, cracking us all up.
Now now. Let's not forget her SINGING career! (Shame on you Whitney Houston) She maintains at SUCH a low profile, that when she was invited by Prince himself up on stage at the Rio All-Suite Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas to sing LIVE, she stormed out! I mean come on...Your voice can even resemble Gwen Stefani babe...Admiration to the max.
Heck, she should be declared queen of the century! Oh. Maybe she already has. And I quote,
"Every decade has an iconic blond like Marilyn Monroe or Princess Diana, and right now, I'm that icon."
Paris Hilton, on her place in society (Times, 2007)
Holidays. Argh. Days that would get you feeling EXTREMELY lazy, EXTREMELY lethargic for some reason or rather. *Yawn* Guess what? I dreamt of an evolved baby seal yesterday....I got up feeling the sudden urge to draw that funny looking creature out for the whole world to see. It looks something like....this.... I know the looks of this one does not match up the kiutness of the original creation of God....But yeah.
3:46:00 PM
the one who speaks
rachel
bits and crumbs
Once upon a time there was a cow. Yes. A cow. And this cow had a friend. Friend was a sheep. See, both of them were green. In that place they lived in, all things were made green. The mushrooms, the potato land, the trees, the mosquitoes. And suddenly came down a star, CRASHING down to their planet, and ALL things became kalerful! And that star was ME. Rachelli. Ngyahahaha. *Scwoll down pwease*