teacups & lutecest

Being (temporarily) out of college, time is starting to melt for me. I feel like I’m with Dali’s melting clocks, where suddenly that concept of losing track of time where days and hours just melt into one another is actually becoming a reality. It doesn’t help in the slightest that my circadian rhythm is fucked up and I’m now sleeping through the days and completely nocturnal. My grandmother calls me a pontianak – that would be a Malaysian vampire, of sorts (but you know, completely unsparkly and unsexy).

It’s kind of nice to be awake early now.

It’s one of those rainy mornings, where it’s been raining constantly through the night and your room is too cold for you to pad across to the door (ack, marble floors) and the sound of rain falling mixes with the sound of children singing nursery rhymes next door. It’s also a morning where I have no tea.

I can’t express to you how much this infuriates me. I found 10 different types of tea this morning, everything from a jar of chai masala to Twinning’s blackcurrant black tea to some odd blend of Jasmine and countless types of green tea. However, I don’t drink any of those (green tea is only acceptable iced or hot at a Japanese restaurant in the afternoons or at dinner) – I’m a stickler to my routine and I like a steaming hot cup of English Breakfast in the mornings, three sugars and a dash of milk.

Alright, so maybe that’s just a way for me to say that I’m undeniably prissy about my tea and very picky. On the other hand, I do have some toast with chocolate peanut butter toast and coffee. It’s not tea, but it’ll do.

I haven't slept.

I spent the whole night downloading music and movies, then having a personal marathon session of the Nolanverse Batman trilogy. Now I'm watching Watchmen, and in between I've been looking at makeup tutorials, inspiration photos and reading a whole lot of fanfiction. The new Bioshock Infinite DLC is out, Burial At Sea Episode 1.

Now, no spoilers here but the Bioshock series is rather personal to me. I spent the entire series bonding with my friends and lovers over it and its played a rather integral part towards my psyche. My current glasses were based off of Sofia Lamb's, I have a deep love for Robert and Rosalind Lutece and Elizabeth's evolution as a character were infinitely fascinating for me (pun unintended). Looking back at how it helped shape my outlook on life and some of my more... stubborn thought patterns, it's one of those games that change you.

Knowing that Andrew Ryan's philosophy was based on Ayn Rand's Objectivist philosophy makes me remember late night conversations with Azani about how much he hated her. Sofia Lamb's Collectivism leads me to drawing comparisons between that and Asian society. Even the Lutece twins and their odd way of thinking (thank you, Voxophones) had no small degree of effect on me.

So to anyone who says that pop culture is meaningless, that video games just rot your brain - I disagree. I think my life is all the richer for them.