Matilda.

Recently, for some reason for another, I found myself trawling through lists of movies hoping to find something remotely interesting to rewatch or reminisce about.

Matilda really caught my eye. It may not be the best of a movie, but it is spectacular in that it recaptures the childhood sweetness that is present in our society. (However with children these days playing on smartphones rather than reading books, it is hard to say if it still exists)

Her love of reading and carnivorous hunger for knowledge made me crave reading. The next 2 hours were spent browsing through TheBookDepository.

What choice did I have?

Really excited for the up and coming weeks. Who knows what books I will pick out? Perhaps I'll write a review on certain books.

Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books. Books.





Books.

Ideal Girl: #3

Collarbones.

The elegance of this delicate scaffolding is remarkable. It is so eloquent. So exquisite. Graceful with a hint a softness.

A subtle beauty radiates from this bone structure.

What is this fondness I hold for it, this fixation I see of it, this obsession I cannot contain?

Call me strange, call me daring, openly call me eccentric.



However, this love is akin to a mother's love for a troublesome child. However much I adore them, I despise the fact that this feature may possibly be genetic, or perhaps only be present on females with a daintier figure. I despise myself for classing a feature on a female through some unchangeable predisposition.

Nevertheless, collarbones on a woman is like the icing on a cake. The cake is delicious regardless. But that extra zazzle comes from the collarbones.




No pictures, I do not want to cross the border over to being plain disturbing.







Freak.
                    I love you.

Indeed.

Ideal Girl: #2

Floral dress. Summer floral dress. A dress that loosely hugs the figure. A dress that flows with the contours of the body. A dress when coaxed gently by the light summer evening wind, will dance in such a fashion that one just gets enveloped by its beauty.

Perhaps it doesn't even have to be loose. Perhaps its just the pattern.

Is it the flowers? Does one just want a woman draped in floral? One does.

Do you know what? Include floral romper suits.

It is just good. People need to appreciate this article of clothing more. Perhaps this blog will end here. Keep it short and sweet. Most importantly, show that words cannot describe the elegance and eloquence floral brings forth.

      

Freak.
                    I love you.

Ideal Girl: #1

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I'm a walking cliché. I really need to go to the doctor and have my leg checked. There's something wrong. A bump. The dentist called again. I'm way overdue. If I stop putting things off, I would be happier. All I do is sit on my fat ass. If my ass wasn't fat I would be happier. I wouldn't have to wear these shirts with the tails out all the time. Like that's fooling anyone. Fat ass. I should start jogging again. Five miles a day. Really do it this time. Maybe rock climbing. I need to turn my life around. What do I need to do? I need to fall in love. I need to have a girlfriend. I need to read more, improve myself. What if I learned Russian or something? Or took up an instrument? I could speak Chinese. I'd be the screenwriter who speaks Chinese and plays the oboe. That would be cool. I should get my hair cut short.

A quote. A long quote. A long quote that provides inspiration. Perhaps for a running chain of posts. Perhaps I will construct a plethora of traits of this "ideal girl".

Quirkiness.

Would it be too much to ask for a girl who is just a little bit strange, perhaps just a fraction off the norm?

Personality comes from idiosyncrasies. Idiosyncrasies are made of the little things. Love is the little things.

Right to left.

Freak.

                    I love you.

Compact. Downsized. Tiny.

The Tiny House Movement.

This is a series I have been following for quite some time now. It is all about people living in small spaces. A "Tiny House" consists only of 100-400 square feet. To give you an idea of how small this is, a typical American home is about 2600 square feet.

Some people live as such due to financial concerns, while others just want a decent accommodation in a crowded city of skyscrapers.

This series is basically this one woman from Fair Companies, going around to people who reside in these "Tiny Houses". Just one woman with her camcorder. Simple. Easy.

It is soothing to watch. It is bland. It may not be everyone's cup of tea. But it is something that I have enjoyed many a evening watching.

Sometimes I feel like at some point in my life, I will live in a tiny house. Mortgage free. Lower bills. Substantial savings.

So one day, when you feel like procrastinating, why not go check out the tiny house movement?

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL07EC797A2E900CFC

http://www.thetinylife.com/what-is-the-tiny-house-movement/

O

Sriracha Sauce.

Right off the bat. I am not a romantic for chilli or spices. I am physiologically incapable of ingesting "hot" meals. Fluid comes to the surface of my skin, and the heat of my skin then evaporates the water.

Luffy sympathises with me.












That is how incapable I am with spices. It places me in a world of pain.

However, recently at home, I have been adding Sriracha Sauce to everything.
Every meal, every snack.
It is a sauce that goes with everything.
Perhaps it is not as intense as other hot sauces, or perhaps it has a tang that just works well. Whatever the reason, I am addicted to this mildly hot goes-with-everything sauce.

You should have a try if you have never had it before.

P.S. Sriracha Sauce is named as such as it hails from the city of Si Racha in Thailand. Fun fact #1.

O

Effort. Push. Struggle.

As long as you try. As long as you make an attempt. That's all that matters.

You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

Basketball reference and an inspiring quote all rolled into one? More please.

O

There. Their. They're.

There is a toy soldier.

Their toy soldier is dusty.

They're obsessed with collecting toy soldiers.

Your toy soldier.

You're saving up for a toy soldier.

It is simple. It is the bane of my existence that people cannot remember a few simple grammatical nuances. There have been instances in my life where people have been telling me their (notice the usage) deepest and darkest secrets across the inter-web, yet all I could focus on was their (once again) incorrect use of your/you're. When it has an apostrophe, break it up and then try it. Please. For the sake of this petty, annoyed blogger.

O

Nothing wrong with standing out.
Nothing wrong with fitting in.

Do so with congruence to your morals.

Each to their own.

But do not worry about being too normal,
and do not worry about standing out too much.

Either way, happiness is dictated by your own perception of the world.

So with that in your mind, would you care?

O

Sentences.

Sentences. Writing well. Something we all strive to achieve. To communicate thoroughly and well is the foundation of humanity. However with the invention of computers, the internet and social networking sites, people have begun to move away from the art of expressing oneself well.

Sentences written on paper and sentences being vocalised are two seemingly correlated affairs, yet at times may seem worlds apart. The popular nature of text messages, Skype and Facebook, have caused the two to mould into one brobdingnagian (BBT fans appreciate!) jumble of filthy, unrefined sentences. Yet one may wonder: how is it that we are able to perfectly understand each other as we are speaking face-to-face? In a conversation, a person is able to constantly and consistently adjust and alter their sentences with a surprisingly brisk pace. However on written paper, you have one shot to get your message across. You cannot repeat the sentence you just wrote with a more clearly defined one, you must alter it before it lays itself out onto the barren white of processed wood chips that we all know to be paper.

As a student, one of the earliest (and important) lessons you will receive in your lifetime is how to construct a sentence (provided you have retained the basics of the alphabet and formulation of simple words), yet so many of us have forgotten what the root of a sentence is. Every sentence must contain a subject, a verb, and then the rest can consist of an object or a complement. Obviously we have found there to be many exceptions where the English language just tries to defy its own rules. Help! Seems to be a perfectly fine sentence, with the subject and object all rolled into it.

Stop.

I will stop here as I feel as if this post is getting to be too long, and perhaps sounding more akin to a lesson to primary school children, rather than being a humble blog post. Before any of you has the opportunity to point it out, I am well aware that this post was interwoven with irony, clear from the beginning where it began with fragments rather than sentences.

At this juncture in time, I will remind you that I have not decided where to veer off with this blog. Until that decision is made (although there is the very real possibility that it will never happen), I will continue to post as I please.

After all, in this dreamscape, I am the architect.

O

Procrastinate. Dawdle. Hesitate.

That feel when cannot study. Cannot sleep. Procrastination enveloping oneself so entirely.

Oh procrastination. Thou art a beast!

O

Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, “I’m possible!" 

Perhaps one of the more corny quotes. But corny is how we do it here at The Huang Time.
Whatever the case, it sure sparked off a few chuckles from yours truly.

Confidence. Morale. Tenacity.

One day. I strive to have this much confidence in an exam. I wish to adopt his mentality. Adopt his work ethic. Strive to what is represented above for my own finals.

Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. 

O

Two roads diverged in a wood, 
and I took the one less travelled by, 
and that has made all the difference. 

Quotes have meaning, and although some people say that the author's meaning of the quote is the true meaning, in my opinion it is my opinion that matters.

To me this quote just simply means, always try to be different. Why go with the flow? What is the fun in that? Be adventurous. Go against the flow. Is it hard? Definitely.

But as Rosevelt said:
Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty...
I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life.
I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.


I despise people who make excuses. People who blame everything on something.
Just work hard at whatever you are doing. Because if you are going to do it, do it right.

I feel inspired. And inspirational. Fucking excited.

O

Begin. Inaugurate. Start.

As with everything, there must be a beginning, a middle and an end. This is the beginning.

The reason that this blog now exists or subsists (based upon devotion levels) can be traced down to two primary factors.

1. These past few nights have been uneventful. Routine has transitioned into boredom.
2. Tired of procrastinating online. Procrastinating procrastination. Why not turn that procrastination into something potentially interesting, dare I say, even worthwhile (perhaps)

The inter-web connects everyone and everything, yet ironically, this brings forth loneliness. You may wonder: how can being more connected lead to loneliness? If it is social network's aim to keep us connected to all of our "friends" every minute of every day, then we are never truly alone. However, if we are not able to be alone, then we will only be able to know how to be lonely.

The ironically paradoxical nature of what I have just said is just as apparent to me as it is to you. After all, creating a blog in order to combat routine and boredom? Trying to get away from social media sites but falling victim to the elusively termed blogosphere?

As humble as I may be, I welcome the blogging community, I may have little to no idea of what it entails, however I am delighted to be the newest citizen (although that may already be untrue by the time I complete this next word), of this online utopia. I imagine a blog to be somewhat of a haven, equivalent to the scene in Inception when Ariadne is learning how to create and manipulate the various facets of a dreamscape. This blog shall be my Limbo.

I do not anticipate this blog going anywhere or for it to ever even have eyes to be laid upon it. I am just another bored citizen of the internet trying to stop myself from wasting time by wasting time.

O