Escapism, The City, Faux Art

Warning: This ranting is too tacky, cheesy, over-sentimental and is best taken with a cup of hot chocolate to appeal to your emotional side. Wait, what does that has to do with anything? Hot chocolate and emotional side? Seriously dude, wtf? And oh, really, Putra doesn't know what he's talking about. He's as ignorant as.. the most ignorant man ever. See what I mean?

- I had this crazy idea once; to go to Southern Cross station and take the next train to Sydney by myself (I think I talked about this once in a previous entry, but I haven't dwelved into the topic yet). Why Sydney? Well, I always had this thing, some sort of affection for The City. I like the idea that a person could live, work and love in the urban landscape. I always wanted to know what it feels like to walk in a city park during autumn; to throw snowballs in the city streets after a snow storm; to fall in love in spring time, and to take a shower of that toxic, urban, rain. Ok, so I live in Melbourne, which is a City, and it has all the requirements for a typical modern city: Tall buildings, yuppies, hobos, hippies, stoned men, annoying skater kids, mural artists, graffitis, streetside performers and an urban transportation system (i.e. the city loop, trams, subway line in other cities). But Melbourne is.. small. I've lived here for the last 2+ years now, and well, I'm bored. Ok, here's why. There are only two seasons: Hot, Dry and Cold, Wet. There are only two forms of public transportation: Horse carriage and Trams.

Ok, maybe it's not that bad. Maybe because I've always had this idealistic view of what a city should be like. I think I've watched too much Friends, with that glorified image of the urban life, emphasised by the lifestyle of the characters. I guess I've always wanted to be like one of the characters in the show. And everytime I watch an episode of Friends, the Escapist in me smiles.

Bright Days

- Escapism, is an act of mental diversion from the perceived unpleasant aspect of daily stress. I guess there's an escapist in everyone. Even in those that seems to be happy with their life. Some days, I just wanted to get away from .. where I am. Some people would want to be elsewhere, some would want to go back in time to when they were happy. But escapism itself, I don't know, I guess you can control the escapist in you. Everyone has the will to control what they're feeling. But when life takes its toll on you, it makes sense if you can't control your own escapism.

- This afternoon, I wanted to go to ECR labs to finalise my assignment. But when I looked at the sky and felt the wind brushing against my ears, somehow I lost the will to do anything productive today. In other words, and in a less-tacky way, I didn't give a fuck. (I managed to go to uni in the evening to finish my assignment) So I went to Clayton to my friend's place. On the way there, and when I was back in the city, I took a couple of interesting photos. Well, at least I think they're interesting. Sort of.













































This is me trying to take artsy photos. As far as I know, it looks like crap. More like faux-art.

Speaking of faux-art, I'm a bit fauxing (oh, ha-ha. yeah, fauxing. whatever.) sleepy right now. And I have a class at 10 tomorrow morning. Dammit. I could use one more week, just one more week of break.

Putra

Playlist: Minus the Bear, Muse, John Mayer, Frou Frou