From Karen’s:

1. Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
2. Turn to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post that sentence along with these instructions in your LiveJournal.
5. Don’t dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

Paul Auster‘s Oracle Night on my bed side table.

On the night before their wedding, however, Flagg has another one of his spells, during which he is visited by the knowledge that Bettina will betray him before the year is out.

What were the chances that I’d get something so banal from Paul Auster??

Storm Questions

So I was looking at Peter Suart’s Tik and Tok blog ( I bought his comic The Black and Book of Falling before) and found a list of Storm Questions, which I’m assuming would be asked when there’s a storm and the lights are out and someone brings the candles and the chips in. I am bone tired from work and my thoughts are swimming before me. Best time to answer these questions.

1. Have you ever been awake at dawn?

YES. Some of those times were deliberate, the others were VERY MUCH NOT. Rather unfortunate.

2. Would you be different if you’d been given a different name?

Definitely. I wouldn’t be so multi-faceted. Or so facetious, maybe.

3. If a nut falls to the ground in the middle of a dark wood when no one is there, does it make a sound?

“If a man speaks in the forest and there is no woman there to hear it, is he still wrong?” 😄

4. What is the meaning of a flower?

“You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens.” Thank you, e.e. cummings.

5. Why do people like the sea so much?

Because it shows them that they are not trapped and that they can always set sail.

6. Have you been taught how to sew?

Yes. Not very successfully, I might add. But I passed that Home Ec subject anyway. Barely, I would imagine.

7. Is the sound that the wind makes in the trees a kind of talking?

Only if you’re high.

8. What sort of bird can fly in the air, walk on land and swim underwater?

A really versatile one.

9. What does the smell of cinnamon do to you?

Makes me hungry. Which is not very hard to do.

10. What happens at the bottom of the sea?

All our dreams come true.

11. What sort of treasure could you fit into a very small box?

A memory.

12. For whom does the bell toll?

Ernest Hemingway. 

13. Why is gold valuable?

To cap teeth.

14. Do you like storms?

Yes. They turn the world black and white. A refreshing change from all the grey areas.

15. How many seconds of music can you hold in your head at one time?

Enough of them before my mind wanders.


So I was reading Neil Gaiman‘s journal (I love big authors who keep blogs and regularly update them. And are simply genius in their work, of course), and on June 30 2008, in an airline lounge while waiting for a flight for Brazil, he posted, “I will carry on writing stories in longhand on the plane.”


In the meantime, One Post Wonder is a site that collects one-post blogs. S’funny how having only one entry lends so much more personality to a blog. Must be the consistency.

The curious post about IM trends at 11:30pm

I’ve got MSN on right now. It is incredible how everyone online (being around 8 people) under the “Australia” group is either Busy or Away. I mean, it’s really fascinating to look at the msn window and just see that. Busy, away, busy, away, away, busy, busy, away. Everyone’s little msn man is wearing either a clock or a stop sign. Fascinating to see how instant messaging has evolved. Once people couldn’t stop talking with people, it used to be Hey, let’s find a way to get people to communicate, that’s the whole point why we invented this. Now it’s, Hey, I’m online, BUT. Then all the conditions. Makes me wonder why people bother to log in at all, really. What a phenomenon. I think that’s why I’ve always been intrigued by sci-fi…it was never just a phase for me. How technology turns into a social space on its own that develops with all the idiosyncrasies of human beings. Humans can’t just leave things alone, can they? Everything they touch turns into them. Incredible.

And I am (Online). Otherwise I don’t log in at all, really.

Chickens on my lawn

This is a bit surreal.I went out my room this morning for breakfast when Mark sighted me and waved and ran towards me to catch the lift. While he was running, he kept yelling something in Tagalog that I couldn’t quite hear because he was some distance from me, but I did catch “manok” (chicken). When he got to where I was, he was asking, “Did you see the chickens?”

I didn’t know why I should have seen chickens, I told him, and he pointed me to the terrace, the courtyard on the first floor (our dorm…or “College” as we call it here…is open-aired from the first to the fourth floor). Sure enough, there were chickens on the terrace, squawking and pecking on the floor. There were twenty of them, and I thought it was hilarious, until I saw that about half of them were dead.

It makes sense to assume that our College just got pranked (at least that’s what Mark tells me), because no one here would have any reason to do something like that, and because there is very much a rivalry among the Colleges here in UNSW (though our handbook did say that the rivalry should be limited to the sports and academic arena, but then rules were always meant to be broken. Or at least bent).

Anyway, the staff and administrators are in a bit of a flutter (no pun intended), and the inspectors from the RSPCA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) just came to take the chickens away.

Here’s a couple of pictures:

Chickens in a cage