Journals of BabyBeast
Arts by BabyBeast
entered on Friday, December 6, 2002 at 12:30 a.m.
I have just finsished a tour on Marilyn Manson's art gallery online. What a great view I had! This guy must have a disturbed mind to whip out pieces of paintings like that! To me, drawings or paintings or general pieces of art done by people, represent the thoughts in their mind and what they would like others to see them as. People do things to express themselves. For me, I tear different pieces of paper in various shapes and sizes and piece them together to form a potrait or a visual I have in mind.
I absolutely enjoy looking at other peoples' works. It is enjoyable to observe what they have done. It is sometimes interesting to read what is going on in their mind while they were doing the artwork. It has always been a pleasure for me...
Contribution By Jacob (Seattle)
entered on Wednesday, December 4, 2002 at 03:49 p.m.
Before I visited Singapore I knew nothing about the place. Americans are like that – we pay no attention to anywhere else on the planet unless we plan to go there on vacation. I was no different, and I knew nothing more than the name of the place before I met an online friend who lived there. I didn’t even know where Singapore was.
I met this girl, online, who turned out to be from Singapore. There was nothing romantic building between us; how could there be, with us living so far apart. Just two ultra-bored members of a disillusioned generation who have nothing better to do than waste hours away in front of a low-level radiation-emitting monitor.
I was in a strange situation, at the time, one that resulted in my selling my house, car and everything I owned except what I could fit into a backpack, and getting the hell out of the country. I decided to travel through Asia, and though it would be expensive, I made a pit-stop in the island-nation of Singapore.
So this is a synopsis of the way a total outsider views the people, culture, and landscape of Singapore.
It was by far the cleanest city I’d ever seen. Now there are some clean cities in the U.S., Seattle, Denver, San Francisco. There are some dirty ones, too. New York, Los Angeles, Cleveland. But wow, what a clean city. When I came back to the states, I was giving some serious consideration to caning people for littering.
It was a very clean, and beautiful city, one that was very well developed, over all, it reminded me of the U.S. more than anywhere else in Asia I visited. But there was something else that reminded me of the states. Something not as appealing.
I got a very strong impression that Singaporeans were overworked. Overworked by themselves. Like the way much of the world views the United States, I saw Singapore as a city that overall was in too much of a hurry, and needed to calm down, take some time off, and go to the beach. In France, they have 30-hour work-weeks. That would benefit a place like Singapore immensely.
It would, that is, if it weren’t for the fact that the place is small enough to fit in the trunk of my car, and has no natural resources on which to subsist. It occurred to me that Singapore was NOT working its fingers to the bone because the whole place was consumed with the greed that has so saturated the culture in the United States that the only culture that remains is one that is profitable. That’s not why they’re working so hard. They’re working so hard because it is essential to the perpetration of the country.
Well, that was one of my first impressions of Singapore. Maybe if I have time later, and can learn to be a bit more concise, I’ll write about a few more of them.
Seasons in the sun
entered on Monday, December 2, 2002 at 04:34 p.m.
Skies dark and depressing today, reflecting how i feel about daily life. Ironically, I have two songs on my playlist now - 'Summer Breeze' and 'Seasons in the sun'. These two songs are not really chirpy summer songs, but in fact, they sound dark and depressing too. There's something about the melodies of both songs that gives the titles an ironic twist.
The sky has started to tear by now. Living here in this country offers (besides good food), nothing else but shit weather. One moment, it gets so hot it drenches you with sweat and the next moment, it pours on you like tomorrow never comes. If enduring weather like this isn't good enough, there is so much boredom to kill. Maybe it is me who is so bored and boring i start to see everything as a Bore.
I packed my room today AGAIN because I absolutely detest messy sight. It is very unlike me to pack and be tidy as I used to be one who piled up laundry on my chair until I couldn't even see what are the dirty clothes resting on. When I am not packing the room, I would be sitting in front of the computer screen, checking out job vacancies and downloading some files. I really haven't been working hard on job-hunting. I sent out a couple of resumes, sat back and wait for the employers to buzz me. Of course I do feel the pinch of being broke really soon so I try not to spend too much and that means sacrficing movie weekends and snacks for myself. AND less outdoor activites as paying for a bus-ride to town would mean spending too.
It does make one better by staying home at times. There's so much to do at home especially when I have alot to clean up. There's my room and my soul to clean up. I think about what I have done so far. I don't think too much about the future or what is ahead. I used to make plans so far ahead but in the end, they flop so drastically, making me eat my own shit. So that's one lesson I learnt in life, never to make plans too far and out of reach.