Not Quite Arbus
I like people. There are quite a few portraits I wish I’d gotten.
The train | Chinese youth is seated and peering around. He has a clean-shaven face, fairly good-looking and keen, but what is remarkable to me is how his eyes are just going off in different directions. Not swiveling ridiculously or anything, just a case of strabismus. I wonder how the world looks with skewered depth perception. He answers his phone and speaks in a China lilt. I start a conversation in my head, running through how I’d (tactfully) ask for a photo with my incredibly limited vocabulary.
The skin clinic | teenager with her mother. I can see why she’s here. She’s like a human pizza, maybe pepperoni or something. She also has the gentlest of manners when she speaks to the receptionist. The sight of her skin literally makes my skin crawl and I can’t bring myself to take a second glance. Thought I would normally be unfazed, but no. How do her friends and family members do it? She seems like a great kid, but I still think she’ll be offended if I ask for a photo. I admit this makes me feel a lot less human pizza than I did before.
The bus stop | middle-aged Indian lady skips past in a whirl of blue sari. I like blue. Ever wondered why Chinese folks don’t wear their traditional outfits as often as the rest..? I want a blue and gold baju kurong if and when I marry Adam.
The train | diminutive elderly Malay makcik sits very neatly, hands folded. She’s wearing this longish peach-coloured tudung, something I don’t see often (usually its the regular shoulder-length one or the full burqa). It matches her pastel blue dress and reaches down to her waist as she sits, kinda flaring out to either side… so she resembles a triangular mound of pudding with a face.
My signature. I can write cursive essays in mirror image with my left hand :)
Le moi. Random gif I made from an old-ish pic, though I looked tired after bellydance class that day.
Sprazz My What?
Another quick history, on SPRAZZ⋅MA⋅TAZZ this time. 1) I wanted something based on Sprazzeus for this blog because I’m already using that for my portfolio. 2) I came up with SPRAZZ⋅MA⋅TAZZ. 3) I like how it looks and sounds like a party. 4) If you take ma to mean my, it sounds like a groovy invitation to… er… whatever you imagine ;)
Alas, SPRAZZ⋅MA⋅TAZZ was not to be. The unfortunate downside of modifying an existing phrase (razzmatazz) is that it will flood any Google search and knock me out of the listings for all eternity. What’s the point in that? And I like to be original. Here’s the original phrase:
razz·ma·tazz [n. Slang]
A flashy action or display intended to bewilder, confuse, or deceive / Ambiguous or evasive language; double talk / Ebullient energy; vim.
So I changed it to SPRAZZEUR. Le sigh. Maybe I’ll use SPRAZZ⋅MA⋅TAZZ for a tumblelog, a “quick and dirty stream of consciousness” just for visual inspiration and other random stuff.
Sprazzeus and the Lightning Bolt (What’s in a Name?)
I created this *ahem* rather snazzy moniker because Adam was calling himself the unGoogle-able Lyphrum… because I, not to be outdone, came up with a whole bunch (but I won’t reveal them in case I want them for laters) and picked Sprazzeus. For it’s funky aplomb, for having the fabulous “Zeus” in it, and for the general lightning-bolt-ness. Hurhur.
So! Sprazzeus it is, yours exclusively. All the search results feature content from my various social media accounts and previous Tumblr stuff.
(I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶’̶t̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶n̶o̶) SATISFACTION!
Ah. Endlich. I’ve got my blog up!
After a lot of faffing about with broken themes and such, I’ve finally settled for this super-customizable one. Nothing fancy just yet, but I’ll work on it. Also, a portfolio is in progress.