How Many Does It Take to Huddle

I said, "Let's huddle!" when I ment to say, "Let's cuddle!"
Then my brain was like... "Eh? If it takes 2 to cuddle, how many people does it take to huddle?"

So my brain thought for a split second and came up with the number 8.

"8!" Haha, I thought I was sooo clever... beat Fred to an answer.

Fred went, "Ah. But what would it be according to Fibonacci?" And his facial muscles were totally doing the I'm-so-smart exercise.

God damn. The last time I thought about that guy was 2 years ago in Art History class. Me, being me, couldn't help but be terribly impressed by his yet another random spew of semi-worthless knowledge. (By the way, stroking your boyfriend's ego is a great way to get him to do whatever you want later on.) It's an incredibly logical answer and a great demonstration of applied Math, still, it's 100% goofy and laughable.

And me, being me, had to go look it up. For future quick reference, http://mathworld.wolfram.com/FibonacciNumber.html
And the answer is 34 I think.


There's a reason why I'd rather stick to the unconscious type of mathematics.

Wanna Hear Something Weird

Urgent! Goofy, fun people ACCORDING TO ME needed. Druggies, and people who enjoy misc really really illegal activities need not apply. If you can't handle good, clean fun, you're weak.

Unlike the curry the we got from the Indian Express yesterday. It was STRONG. Not in the conventional sense, but in a sense that it WRECKED HAVOK in my stomach. I am never going there again.

I had a weird dream. In it, I was back when we were 15. And for some reason, I was in an Xgames like skateboarding competition. Yes, yes, very cool. Funny thing was, All the damn humongus ramps and stuff fit on a micro mini stage like those in school halls. With the red curtains flanking and the portraits of the president and the first lady on either sides. And all the girls wore poofy skirts and skated in them. Dreams are cool like that.

I was feeling pretty confident, watching the other kids do their stuff.

AND THEN. I was up. Bitch! Somehow another set of curtains were drawn... I had to do this impossible stunt on ramps that were all crazy with ridiculous turns at angles that didn't make sense at all. I mean, like ONLY-IN-DREAMS type impossible. So I gave the judges a hard time and tried to tell them that it's unreasonable to have me and only me do this, and everyone else did something different.

Then after what seemed like 10 billion hrs, I was like... screw it. And I gave it a go anyway. And the last thing I remember was some guy came up to me, a friend that I knew in sec sch, he came up and invited me to his wedding. WEIRD. Fun nonetheless.

Farm Animals are Fun

Let's just say that these are the GAYEST goats I've ever seen. Cute, but fruity as hell.

Don't they look like bottles wearing those tacky bottle cozies that ang moh aunties and uncles buy? Ahahaha. That'll be my silly thing of the day. A great way to start the day at the county fair, by my standards. Not that I've ever been to one before.

And I thought it was going to be a lousy day cos I didn't have high expectations for a micro county fair with no fancy theme like "Vidalia Oninon Festival" whcich I was dying to go see when we were in Georgia, but Fred wouldn't take me and I had a deadline to meet anyway, so we didn't go.

So it was pretty awesome seeing all those farm animals. Reminds me of my childhood at my grandparents'. Yup, my Ah Gong and Poh Poh had chickens in their backyard and they laid eggs and I helped gather them. Despite having first hand experience, I am absolutely clueless when it comes to THE fundamental qn of which one came first, so don't ask.

By chance or some psychological inclination, the coolest thing there, I thought... got to be the poultry.









And the winner of winners has got to be the DIVA CHICKENs. Check this out my friends.

This guy on the left, is my favourite. So stylo, the hens go nuts. A bit of punk rock, a bit of Cher, a bit of Jim Henson. He sure knows his haut couture. It's like he went on Queer Eye, the ultra ultimate over the top episode. This is one metrosexual chicken.

Whatever it is, diva chickens are god awesome.

On the way back, Buck asked all of us, "If you were an animal from the fair, what would you be?"

I totally want to be this guy.

This next guy is like, I don't know... the mama san of all diva chickens. I mean, is he cool or what! Caught him having a diva moment. I think he might have been from Venice.


















There were tons of other facinating things at the fair and Fred won a neon blue bear for me at darts, yaddah yaddah yaddah...

At the end of the day when we were leaving, I noticed something that I appearently failed to see the entire day.

Brain Rot Prevention

Right, so I'm kinda feeling the need for wasting away in a more productive way, so I have decided to actually do this blog thing that I, for the longest time, have the probably semi-uninformed and bs notion of it being an activity that people who have nothing better to do, engage in, unless it's the ultra useful and informative, fun to read nerd type blogs that I totally visit on a more than regular basis, if that makes any sense. This, for sure, is not going to be one of those super content rich with useful info type blogs. It's gonna be full of Rong's junk. Kinda like a glorified mass information disseminator so that people like you will know what's up in my world, without me having to write 10 billion emails. Not to mentoin, it's physically impossible. Hey, I'm making an effort, so don't fuss. Don't give me that face, I'm just being honest.

My system is being silly... we have this totally stupid need to justify starting this blog like it's a dirty thing and we have to come up with a campaign to sell it anyway. Whatever, brain. You can't control me forever anyway. Oh, and it'll be a good chronicle of my denial days of being an almost responsible adult and struggle to not be a drain on my parents' finances.

So the story is, I'm done with school and I still can't decide on what I want to be when I grow up. I'm trying to figure this out. The equation is pretty complex. And the truth is I've been half assing the job application and interviewing crap cos I kinda don't know if I really want those jobs. Commitment issues, as usual. Maybe I should just go see a shrink. But that's a whole other thing.

Whatever it is, thanks to my very generous muff (the guy who tolerates my commitment problem) + my super cool daddy and mommy, I enjoy the luxury of having an ultra prolonged post graduation "transitional" period, with no respectable-according-to-parents-extended-family-and-society job in a preferbly major major major company that is ruling the world anyway, even if most people think they aren't. Seriously, my parent's aren't really like that. I just feel oblidged to do the socially conditioned, aka, the "RIGHT" thing sometimes, it's totally ironic. And it's messing with my head.

That is not to say that I sit on my ass all day long, musing away. I do that. Just not for the whole damn day. Well, considering the fact that I work on the computer a lot, I kinda do sit on my ass quite a bit. I take that back. God damn technology.

So I am freelancing. I know I've been saying, "Yah, no real job yet. Just doing a bit of freelancing." I'm realizing that it's pretty much a real job. No kidding. I thought I wouldn't have the decipline for that sort of thing, turns out I underestimated my weird tendency to want to do design work without being forced to. Lucky me. Everyday, I find more things to do, it blows my mind.

I do want to have to go to work where I can have a community of people to do what communities of people do. I miss art school. I miss those weird ass talented as hell kids.