Sunday, May 13, 2007

12 AM. Can't sleep. My left ankle/leg is swollen. Suzie hit me during BP, and I fell down getting onto the bus. It hurts. My other leg kind of aches too. In fact, I'm aching all over because I'm so tired. Hot. Burning burning burning. I think I'll go read soon.

I'll send an S.O.S. to

MND was alright, I suppose. Honestly I don't really want to blog about it, because nothing much happened. It happened, the players played, I went home thoroughly enriched by all the Shakespearean dialogue whirling around in my head. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? No, actually, I think it's too hot for a metaphor like this. Sweating buckets.

I'm taking the Harvard Moral Sense Test right now. You can try it here. It's pretty interesting lah, typical moral dilemma questions describing hypothetical situations like: IF YOU SEE ******** WALKING TOWARDS YOU AND YOU WANT TO HIT HER BUT YOU DON'T INTEND TO HIT HER BUT THEN, YOUR HAND SUDDENLY SWIVELS OUT OF NOWHERE AND HITS HER. HOW MUCH PUNISHMENT DO YOU DESERVE?

PUNISH ME. SLAUGHTER ME WITH A DAMN PARANG GUYS.

I did it after reading about the biological study of morality and hey if you injure my frontal cortex, I won't be able to tell what's wrong and what's right. Hip hip hooray.

I think someone once said, All art is the dissolution of a dream.
And then what about the dissolution of art? The composition of reality, maybe.
Bahaha I feel like a pendulum, oscillating between this reality and the next reality, which cannot be less real than this one. dysphoria/euphoria good/bad ugly/pretty belief/belief.

- could you pencil me in?
by @ 12:17 AM