the hunchback of notre dame

watched the hunchback of notre dame yesterday and have since been replaying these songs, especially the bells of notre dame and hellfire. such beautiful and natural animations, and educational too, very unlike the easy-to-consume 3D cartoons nowadays. i miss my childhood that was not invaded by ipads or iphones or wiis or psp's. such are days long gone :/

this and now

the last paper of my entire degree life, done today. a few randoms from these past few days that were filled to the brim with psychology and communications mugging, as well as eventful what-might-be-the-last-few outings with my bunch of uni friends before everyone go their separate ways in pursuit of their own futures.

in these 3 years, i have met people that i would never have thought of meeting, whom i will remember forever - even if i do not, facebook and twitter would remind me anyways. thankyou and thankyou, again. 

i think angeline took this shot, cause i do not have the slightest recollection of me shooting it ever.

to the family that supported me all the way, i hope i made you proud, as i know i do myself. to you, thanks for being my punching bag venting machine and being there for me, just being there.

pathway that shields us from the scorching sun in our journey to and from the campus.

caffeine and juices to boost our study engines.

snacks; oatmeal cookies.

when life gave me lemons, i sliced them and threw them into the drinking water.

bags.

wenli digesting media audiences.

thanks angeline, love this shot; dad's old watch and my usual go-to necklace bunch. 

wenli;s belated birthday steamboat dinner; "aiyak (kuah, 2011)".

snowflake; grass jelly + shaved ice + taroballs.

-- some by diamond2, others by d90.

rant

after tomorrow, there'll be change, and i do not like that concept any better than i like bittergourd. as much as i hate change, a time has to come when something old ends and something new begins. i still have no idea what i m going to do after this phase of life, and i dont know where life would take me. but i do know that as much as i hate change, change has to come. last paper for my entire degree life starts and ends tomorrow. not liking it one single bit, but still welcoming it with arms out wide, and a tinge of anxious anticipation in my heart. it's time to grow up lyn-xiu, it's time to grow up and take charge of your life. 

smile

the product of procratination: picture from myfolder; texts from mybrain; serviette from capricciosa; smile from theglass. 

perceiving colour

"in march of 1986, the neurologist oliver sacks received an anguished letter from mr. i, who, identifying himself as a 'rather successful artist' described how ever since he had been involved in an automobile accident, he had lost his ability to experience colors, and he exclaimed with some anguish, that "my dog is gray. tomato juice is black. color tv is hodge-podge..."

in the days following his accident, mr. i became more and more depressed. his studio, normally awash with the brilliant colors of his abstract paintings, appeared drab to him, and his paintings meaningless. food, now gray, became difficult for him to look at while eating; and sunsets, once seen as rays of red, had became streaks of black against the sky." 

(cited from goldstein, 2010, p. 202)

interesting little excerpt coming from a science-y sensation and perception textbook perused for psychology revision. loving black and whites currently. maybe it has something to do with the exam period? first paper in exactly a week.

sources: my archives; studdedhearts; dreamcats