Hairs, Sublime (the aspect of aesthetics, not the band), The Red Tree

- Sunday is usually my stay-at-home-and-be-a-homemaker-for-a-day day. But I was away for the whole afternoon, and just got back home by 11 at night. I'm not feeling so well today, so I had to go home after a lecture this morning. This actually gave me some time to vacuum my kitchen and bathroom. Heh, everytime I say: "Oh, I'm gonna do some housekeeping". That means "Vacuuming the floors on the kitchen, and cleaning the throne of the king". Well, cleaning is a bitch. Especially if you're a guy and you happen to be quite.. hairy. I just don't understand why I can still see hairs everywhere (presumably mine), even after I vacuumed the floor.

I guess it's not that bad though. I lived in a co-ed house for a year, and I shared a floor with 3 girls. Yet the bathroom at my floor was used by all the girls. "It's nicer (the shower)!", said the girls. "It's full of hairs!", I said. Once, I went to take a shower (well, of course. You don't expect me to abstain from cleaning myself for a year, right?), and yes, the sink was clogged. Instant flood. Lesson learnt. A compromise must be reached between housemates to clean the showers after each use. Common sense. But hard to do if you're not living by yourself, otherwise actually accomplishing the agreement itself is difficult. I mean, I still forgot to not dry myself inside the shower, because of you know, the hairs. From different parts of the body. Ew.

- Speaking of which, I haven't had a haircut since February. The last time was in Jakarta, a few days before I went back to Melbourne. Looking at the mirror this morning, I noticed that I look like a hippie. I haven't shaved in 2 weeks. But for me, 2 weeks wouldn't really make much difference anyway. That's sad though, because I would kill for a massive beard. I just think it'll look glorious with my long hair. Haha. I was actually going to a have a haircut last week, but then I woke up with a bedhead, and my God, it looks glorious. Screw being neat and proper, I'm keeping this! (and the fu manchu mustache and sparse beard)

- You know what the philosophers said about Aesthetics? Beard and soup is not a good combination. It's ugly. But beard itself is glorious. Omg, will you STOP talking about BEARDS and hairs?! Anyway, on aesthetics, I was going to talk about this thing called sublime, which I think I'm going to talk about more for the next few entries.

Sublime is the quality of transcendent grandness. Put simply, it's a term that can be used to describe things of majestic stature (yet still beyond our comprehension); of turbulent nature and generally that feeling of .. transcendence. Like, for example: the feeling you get when you climb up a tall mountain, and can see the entire landscape around you, the massive scope of it all, the peak of your aesthetic judgment. But what is aesthetic itself? I have this idea that something is beautiful if it is both aesthetically pleasing and dissapointing. Something that's both beautiful and tragic at the same time. If I could go to outer space, and see the magnificance that is of the view from low Earth orbit.. That would be a sublime feeling. To know that everytime you blink, millions of stars could be going nova, and that life could develop instantaneously on thousands of planets. That's just fucking massive. Sublime indeed.

- I'm doing a small project: taking photos of this tree once every 2 days, and see the changes. I started last Monday. I'm planing to do this until winter.

These photos were taken in the order of: Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. (11, 13 and 15 of April)


Melbourne has the worst climate. It's mid-April and trees haven't turned red yet. And you can barely see the changes in those photos. I guess we'll see in a week if the colors will change.

I need to go to bed now, don't want to catch cold again.

Putra

Playlist: John Mayer's Continuum