what was tt 90s computer game of skiing where when u skied over some dog there was blood n over some guy he would shout? n the space invader games.. and worm (like snake)? anyone played those? i suddenly have this great ambition to be a cashier at Giant hypermart..guess i need $ what's ur prejudice towards women? Hostile Sexism Score: 1.91 Benevolent Sexism Score: 2.18 hmm.. i admit sometimes i find understandg women a chore.. i'm a woman-tt makes it reversed sexism. prediction: in 15 years sexuality wouldnt b a question.isnt it annoying mel shows all chinese faces- where are the indian and malays? f*** mel. they're gd but this is irritating.
"I already gave my best. I have no regrets at all." -W. Hung
"you can try the best you can/ the best you can is good enough."- radiohead

Maneka was very shocked on thur. She said, "Ling, I never knew u were like tt!" FYI- so u wouldn't be shocked to death, gila ling has a few alteregos.

Levels
0)Anti-social: avoids strange faces. says hi only to familars. listens to headphones.
1)Activated: like the carbon, interacts.. says hello
2)Friendly: says hi and talks to people whom she has only 1 sentence with before. starts singing in the head.
3)Crazed: (saj calls this my drunk moment) starts corny jokes. contributes some noises.
4)Hum Sup Por/ Retard :Flirts with anybody, cannot stop laughing at others stupid jokes, makes all sort of strange noises, dirty jokes.
5)Head damaged: spouts intellectual nonsense and witticisms
6)Dead serious: talks only very serious issues like philsophy or literature. dead boring.
7)Superstudent: Barriers up, "huh?" conversational words limited to: "huh?".."hmm".."ok".."yah" As interesting as a fish.
8)Slacker: SNORE. "when toilet break huh? what homework?"
9)'Artist': prefers to write poetry, sing songs and sleep. likes to be alone. emotional

I live with all nine of them..monsters, currently alterego no 5 and 8 is living peaceably alongside... most ppl dont see 3-6 or 9 i guess,(takes special ppl 2 bring tt out in me) so it shocks them when it comes out of the wallpaper. She's there, i pull and pull off the paper and the yellow ink sticks to my fingers...

Why would you go for further studies? Is it only practical necessity-keep ur job- quote HH "must upgrade mah"- why not the opp to be challenged by others on a higher level, to attain further knowledge in the field, to meet others of a certain ilk? to realise urself? but then again quote me, "you young ppl are all idealists"... yes.. u all are... i am bombing my blog. i need to get another..:)

i may sound like an intellectual bastard, but i hate intellectual bastards... Letme tell you a joke. Once all the organs in the body were quarreling who was the most imp. The anus clamped up n the brains, the eyes, the stomach all conceded he was the most imp after 3 days. Tt making sense? u dont have 2 be smart really. U just have 2 be the asshole 2 b in charge. No? .. oh haha.. boy.. death to intellectual snobbery! embrace bimboism or some other thing... i'm lousy wif jokes. now go away..

Saj, Val, Wayne and yours went to watch Kill Bill. Stay for the credits.. they are the longest credits u can ever get to see. I would still say I liked Kill Bill 1 better.

Anyway, we went to play pool then went to buttercup cafe. Somewhere along the line.. we started a conv. tt went like this

Saj: Ling, u and me open prata shop lah Ling: No lah, we make wedding videos.. Wayne: Wedding videos make a lot Ling: Wah.. ok.. then we make wedding videos, baby shower videos, funeral videos... (then i thot who makes funeral video? but the rest were laughing... haha..:)

Being handphoneless, I sought old school technology. Our waiter gave us 4 plastic cups. Val and I started having this conv. I'm sure Saj was freaked out. She thinks I get drunk every certain time at night.. Ling: Titoo! Val:Titoo! heheh Ling: Titootitto! Calling Val from outer space.. Val: Titootitoo! we got so funky with the plastic cup phones some other customers started staring.. hey, what do u do in a cafe where their candle keeps going out and they have two water coolers stuck around and they have embarassing transparent chairs? Went to HMV (pls give me a job there!) kinda of like love psychedelical bc of Japrish tt u cant understand. Saj liked Zircon Gov. Pawn Star.. me didnt really fancy dancy stuff..

saj got me thinkin along this thread- hey girl, cheer up ok? how about we go for something after this week?
i guess i dont write such stuff often...
i don't feel worried about not having someone with me anymore. maybe i should feel worried i don't really give a damm anymore. I may never meet the person i'm supposed to be with- cause i never look up anymore. Maybe i'm just contented with friendships.. and making true friends... I don't look for love of emotions anymore- love of friendship, of similar minds is enough to satisfy me. n i'm lazy. I read my palm and it tells me shit. so watever.. *shrugs* haha..:) I don't think I will ever find that love - nothing of that pureness. you feel your heart is like a glacier...

The thing they say about ideas, they come from the air. I wrote Morning Guest: an imaginary old-fashioned make-believe poem about a girl in a wierd household with some mentioning about candles, human sacrifice,storms and the quiet in the morning 2 years back. The lyrics of Morning Bell (radiohead) gave me a little shock- I had never heard this song before. It's about a woman who cannot take it anymore: she mentions candles, wind howling down the chimney, violence 'cut the kids in half'. ok tt's not really wierd. what's cukoo is while i was writing my 2nd draft for story (Death underground)- i realised this radiohead song i was listening to had these lyrics- "so knives out/cook him up/squash his head/put him in the pot"- and my story had cannabalism in it- so i had to put it in. I couldn't resist it.. haha..:)how many songs have cannabalism in them? i love when things like this happen.

five minutes to taking coffee
i'm on a neurotic high.

good morning sunshine it
's 5 am
i'm grasping at straws
forgetting something

#thom yorke is a brillant poet. tt's what he is. he's robert lowell in music.
#2 my sis went thailand- brought my alfian saat, ted hughes n sylvia plath poetry wif her. n exactly hols reading material b interesting choice...
#3 it's six, n the 2 cups of coffee is losing effect.

In LOVE with sound, and FASCINATED with visuals. That just about sums up my feelings about sound and sight. while cinema's lexicon has been established to a point where cinema is 'dead' in the sense any other movies we make is self-reflexive, sound continues to be an unexplored and fascinating ocean of new knowledge. The novelists of this century are movie makers while the poets are musicians... you agree?

I REPELLED OFF A direction-asking AUNTIE at a city hall mrt TODAY!! YAy! She went, "Miss ah-- can you tell me.." then took one look at my headphones- and decided I was too deaf..mumbled some kind of apology..and scooted off to look for her next victim... HAHAHH!!! It works!:)

I messed up big time. I lost very essential shots on our dvtape cause I rewinded it and didnt think that the dvcam would not record at the back. I don't want to end up justifying myself but I did those mistakes under great tiredness at the very end of the entire shoot. I never got to have fun or rest much. I sweated, I stood, I sat until my legs was numb, I forgo bathrm breaks, a cup of water for the entire day- all in the name of ART. I actually tried to remind myself to change tapes but I forgot. I did my work- never worked so hard before for groupwork in my life- if ppl still want to blame me- it's their pasah- what's done is done- there's karma- I admit at times I have a tendency to overcompensate for others because i dont trust people to do something well. when people actually do their work- and do it well, I kinda forget that.. To those I offended most unknowingly, I sincerely apologise. It's good that you pointed it out to me.. so I can be more aware of it..

Most of all, I would like to thank Shikin- she is truly the one who helped make the set a better and comfortable place- and who was like a right hand man in lighting to me. And who always did her job before anybody asked for it. And for her parents' help. It's been a pleasure working with you all. thanks for being so diplomatic- although i think I would be kena 'hantamed' and 'puiied' on if I was a guy.... like deny put it.. haha.. tkns to you ppl who tried to make me laugh and cheer me up on monday- , my gd godson, kingston, valerie my hamster and saj my voice of reason, deny...and on sunday- my diplomatic director Julius (although u were **ssed off wif me earlier), and spaceman Andrew, my assist-Director who saw the funny side of it b4 anyone did...

amazing the sky can look like this.. not a great photo though..
Just watched Radiohead's Just video- flashes of Ingmar Bergman's Wild Strawberries and Un Chien Andalou.. What does the guy say exactly at the end? The first two words, "I seek ..."?

when you got money u aint no time
got time and aint no money

1)start reading comics
2)buy blades
3)get dvd player
4)get slr digital cam

the things u own, own u.. i'm a stupid bugger, online at this time when i ought to sleep. digging 'climbing up the walls' a lot- radiohead. makes me feel like i'm underwater and falling... in a very creepy way...

have i mentioned, one of my goals inlife:
making myself absolutely repellent to aunties-who-shove-on-trains, aunties-who-ask-for-directions-from-you, and to let the train leave the station if I spot any of these species.

better safe than sorry.
to do that: i will:
1)listen to earphones all the time
2)look like I got gold in my nostrils
3)give a wtf don't-bother-me look
4)never wear t-shirts with cartoons
5)never tie my hair and look cute/young enuff to approach
6)paint black nail polish
7)bring supersized bags that can do the shoving for you if u ever have the blasted fortune to end up next to auntie species 1..
8)act clumsy & step on toes & bang ur elbows at people
9)pretend to be kinda deaf while yakking loudly on ur hp

>>the last 3 moves i have found to be useful in practice.... fun too..

Watch Black Orpheus
Directed by: Marcel Camus
1960 Academy Award Winner
Palme d’Or Winner at the 1959 Cannes Film Festival

Set in Brazil, Rio Carnival.
Story of the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice.. Orpheus reclaiming Eurydice from Death.

Reviews are good...

I would like to create a cinema of decadence. Of rot, rot of moral fibre, rot like an old sarong hanging in a dimly lit house. Rot of byrcleem smell, rot of a young couple kissing- the man wearing a sleeveless T-shirt & jeans full of holes. I also want to create a cinema of special innocence, a mother, her son & daughter(in ballet tutu) sitting at a stone table playing while the blue lights of a nearby block glows on them. I want to create a cinema of lost innocence & open spaces. A red umbrella on a flat beach seen from high on the last natural beautiful beach on mainland- of a woman with her plams pressed together at the barbed wire fence separating an institution of violence from her.. A cinema where love-lorn boys and lesbians scream declarations, paint graffiti on blocks to show their love for the girls in the home. A place where we fear the rot of the past, where the space of big places makes us agoraphobic. I need to express these dark & vivid dreams which haunt me like beautiful poems...

'There can be no resistance without memory' -Éloge de l'amour, Godard

'History of Amnesia'- book title, Alfian Sa'at

I stay up at the wierdest time. I mean, I caught julius comin onlne at the unholy hour of 6.30am. I mean, probably he has to get up and say his matins. (vonnegut joke here) He just asked what the hell was i doin online. "surfing blogs and writing" and it eventually came to some aspect of Steve'like nature when I said I was a lurker (so was he-surfing blogs at tt time- crapper). And he said he wouldn't be frightened of someone with a cartoon mouse as her msn pict. It's not a cartoon mouse: it's Rat from pearls before swine. Why am I saying this? The point is (has come for me to tell all): Pearls before Swine is a brill comic..

wierd conversations u have wif ppl at 6am..

I was travelling to work along bugis when I went all cold and fidgety- i was literally banging on the mrt-door. I got out and sat for 10 secs- then I puked. Gross out. luckily there was a dustbin. wasted my friday. and today. supposed to have sakae sushi with sec sch mates.... SIGH.

I used to write poetry. Everybody goes through that stage. That was the time I was working - while others were in Uni. I always felt an affinity for the army boys more than my friends- that mind numbing feeling you get after working for 8 hours printing awards and closing envelopes and sticking stamps. You loaned your body to the workplace and they gave it back to you after 8 hours. When you get home your auto-systems kick in: Not that I ever complained. I was grateful for those 2 years, recuperating from hell. readg my journals, I don't recognise me. in my poems, I see my ghost.

We were supposed to think of an idea for final project. I trawled all my past writings for ideas. It's funny how basically they were unusable (nobody pretty understood them except andrew n my sis(she surprises me..), I felt that they summed up a acculmulation of two years. Two years of feeling, living on a feeling- being a shadow in society... a puddle on the sidewalk... being the essence of nothing yet watching the world.. yet feeling at one strolling in a quiet neighbourhood, hearing others laugh somewhere, and watching the rain falling forlornly on the tennis court.
That was intermission. This is life.. i never tell you anything real about me..

Wah i like pitas siah.. Thanks arh, for hosting me. Haha, yes, I had a very nice bday party yesterday. Thanks to all who bothered to come: Saj, Val, Van, Mike, Leon, Huiya & Siew Zhi... :) I thought it was going to be low key! and then what did I hear: 'happy birthday' played over the PA system, then the lights were dimmed... OH MAN.. worse to come... then I had to pick out 4 cherries out out whipped cream. Thank YOU VAL & MIKE! what a lovely whipped cream facial u gave me.. grrrr..:) Then we walked from Bugis to this pub near the Singapore Hist Museum and had a couple of pints- too bad some of us couldnt take it too well: but Saj was sporting she downed a 'sex on beach' shot at one go.. haha.. Nice one! Stayed over at Val's house where we had hotdogs and chivas+coke. but i dont think i like chivas much even though i wanted to get more high- jus thot it was disgusting.. haha. Then we all had a talk- until we realised it was 4am.. but Val was sleeping like a hog. Had many dreams- kept dreaming of you guys... :)

Listening: Apologies to Insect Life -British Sea Power

hey, i not shy. i would like PearlJam/Radiohead/Nirvana albums for my bday. If you feel like introducing new/old stuff- rock, alt and metal is fine! Just NO RAP NOR EMO PUNK(EWW- anythin by some guys whose voices sound like choirboys). If u short of cash, a burnt cd wif great stuff is fine too.. haha.. dont say i never give choices..Harharhar. Wah piang i really not shy.

hmm.. try deciding for me if adema is actually emo punk or rock or wat they call nu-metal(wat tt means??)....

3lettersessionsB - compilation CD Release show The long awaited 3lettersessions is back! first debut back in 2002, which was held at NUS-UCC which attracted almost all emo-indie-punk followers... it's finally back on it's 2nd installment.

6th March 2004 venue : Elements (ANA HOTEL) view map here tickets : (with free CD)

3:00pm - doors open 3:30pm- surreal 4:10pm- Gloria 4:50pm-verticalrush 5:30pm-kateof kale 6:10pm-pugjelly 6:40 - 7:00 break 7:00pm- sky in euphoria 7:40pm- m.s.c. 8:20pm- 59 mins 9:00pm- marchtwelve 9:40pm- elisebelle tears

ALL AGES SHOW NO ALCOHOL/NO SMOKING/NO DRUGS/NO CRYING

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