Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Destiny... in garbage form
Funny little thing happened to me yesterday. It's nothing special, but it does amuse me a lot and so that's all that counts.

On my way to class downtown, I sat at the back of the bus in my usual spot (which, luckily for me, is usually empty... Or maybe it's just my timing). I found the packaging of one of those 4 coloured pens in my bag. y'know those pens where you can click the different inks out. Red, black, green and blue. They're fun for doodling during a lecture because you've a small variety of colours all in one pen. But I digress.

So this package was essentially garbage. I didn't want to keep it in my bag and I was feeling too impatient to wait until I reached the station for a trashcan. Now I never throw stuff on the ground or anything like that, because I think littering is one of the ugliest things we can do to our surroundings. But I was on a bus. And these buses get cleaned so technically, I'm not doing much harm, right? I contemplated upon for awhile until finally deciding to just tuck the garbage into the side of the seat in the back. I left the bus without a worry.

It started to bug me at random points during the day. I hate littering. As much as I wanted to get it out of my head, it was useless. Thankfully, getting to work was enough of a distraction. Class went well as usual. We presented journals on advertisements that used sex to market products to us. I did a couple of ads for lubricants and won a free designers textbook. Normally it would cost $55, so it was a total bonus. For the second half of class, we took a "field trip" to a large bookstore nearby to look through magazines so we could choose a style to do our editorial project on. We were in there for 2 hours just... loitering and lookin' through mags for free. 96% of us eventually bought something for project use. It was a neat sight. A class of twenty or more students just hanging around the shelves, just skimming through the magazines while sitting on the floor or stairs or leaning against columns. Employees had no problem with it though.

Before leaving class, we all passed around our 'zines. Everyone had awesome work. Well.... mostly. There were a couple we wanted to set fire to, but that wouldn't be in good taste in a designers classroom.

I went home a bit early so I could get ready for a dinner with some friends. When I got on the bus, I sat at the back again. Just as I sat, I noticed something familiar. My shock prevented me from holding back the laughter. I had gotten on the exact same bus from the morning and lo and behold the garbage was still where I put it. I thought to myself "Maybe I should've just thrown it out to begin with. It's fate." *laughs* What fun odds. Spooky, but fun.

Sitarose asked what I do when Leona isn't working. Funny you mention that. She wasn't there when I went yesternight. I saw her mother instead. So how do I go about this? I curse the gods for taking away my sunshine, and then dramatically break down on the convenience store floor, writhing in agony and weeping. Or sometimes, I just be really polite to her mom. Which I think is working in my favour. She doesn't give me much of an evil glare as before. She probably still thinks I'm a dork, but that's okay. I can't ask for it all.. I mean, if her MOM started calling me by my first name.... I'd worry.





Have you had pho recently? Have you had pho AT ALL? Shame. You've gotta give it a go if you haven't already. I still find it funny how an x-tra large bowl can feed a family of four... or one Josh. *laughs* The stuff is so good.


Oh yeah, I put a lot of my old aRt online somewhere. Humour me and take a look. There's a surprise or two as well. Just for kicks, yo.


Remember not to litter. It'll come back for you. Pho'real.





Toasted.



- enin -








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