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had a dream to end all dreams after that silly little boddle of heineken; it featured just about everyone and everywhere i knew. i think breaking hiking chains, broken into house, stirling silver double-barrel shotguns and distrust, and i think yanie. i think gazillionaire's casino/hotel house, i think broken sidewalk glass fences, i think sheds and toilets. i think army, i think even strangers. i think i should talk about something else.
am suffering from a massive blocked nose that for the love of God will not unclog and that lent me many sleepless hours in bed just now. i was due at mamba's ohsonearly 3 hours ago and yet i just woke up.
song playing now: velvet underground - candy says On a random note, any and all of you out there are welcome to send me pictures of yourselves that i can fill out my blog with. send them with love to dnmcdism@gmail.com . :) I get sick
i woke up with a start and day was breaking, i was going to be 1/2 hour the 1st day of school. it took me a record 5mins to change and gtfo my house. however, the moment i reached the first floor landing, my handphone alarm rang. The alarm which i had set the night before to wake me up. Now, i'm an incredible One and a Half hours early. So for the first time in my life, i sauntered down to the nearest coffee shop and had toast and egg for breakfast.
on a random note (note that in all randomness, i'll be randomly adding random notes throughout my blog entries for the sake of continuity within paragraphs), and on a random note, the 3 girls in my class that dresses the least like them all wore skirts to school today, namely, Peggy, Yingru and Ruixin. Naturally, i laughed my balls off.
on another random note, i'm almost retaking the module storytelling now guised under the name short film and video scriptwriting, taught by a certain bulgarian Halatchev Lubomir Todorov, who wears polo tees too small for his hulking sagging frame that his tiny nipples were absolutely visible, down to each errr curvaceous detail through the polo tee from miles away.
er.. so. random. i know.
song playing now: oasis - sunday morning call
Currently editing project:MELBOURNE. I can only go over to Black Mamba Studios on the weekends, and today, i spent the whole day there doing video capture and getting the first 00:01:15 out. (meaning, only done titles and preflight to melbourne), so ETA go figure.
Next up: Xiang Qi, an Orange Production. ETA: before Nov '05.
Of course, i could get it up sooner if someone would so generously and selflessly donate $3000 to my get-danny-a-new-comp-and-editing-software fund.
On a random note, I notice i tend to 'keep the change' on very particular cab drivers;
The kind that don't totally keep silent during a trip and don't talk off their heads in narrowly perceived humour.
The kind that don't shamelessly lower the window to let off an enormous fart or burp and the kind that don't have earpieces stuck in their ears, engaging in long and loud conversations with equally loud and bitchy counterparts. The kind that can maintain sort of an intelligent and witty conversation, not the sort that complains about everything and anything.
The kind that can read a passenger and how they liked things done, not the kind that drives 20km/h below the limit and/or those that have some kind of foot-rattling problem that passes on to the accelerator making the journey quite the bump and make me motion sick.
the rest, i make sure i collect and count every single change given back because they don't deserve a cent more.
Link provided by Yingru. and it was Joel's birthday today, we bought a random cake at four leaves and then we were faced with a dilemma: When and where do we celebrate it? That was barely 1 hour until show time, not everyone was there and we didn't know what time Joel would've showed. We had several options:
1. Get everyone together 5 minutes before the show and do a quick 3 seconds song, a 1 second wish-making/candle-blowing and cake-cutting and then followed by a quick 1min cake-gobbling and do quick penguin shuffles to the theatre.
2. Sneak the cake into the theatre and when it's all dark, we'll very inconspicuously light the candles and start a song going in the midst of a crowded star-wars-fan-crowd while the trailers are still on.
3. Wait until the show is over, we'll drag everyone off to Serene's house under false pretexts and then, like totally surprising, give him a birthday celebration that is VERY unexpected....
naturally, 1 didn't happen because of the chances of missing out a portion of the final episode - which is unacceptable. 3 just defeats the purpose of a surprise and we went with 2, not because it's totally original, but because we ran out of time and the other options. Somewhere along the way though, we decided to just dump the cake in the drink cooler outside the candy bar and then went for a post-show birthday celebration outside the ground floor where movie-goers like to hang around and debate stupid issues on the relevant movies.
On another random note, Serene just had a womb operation and I wish her all the speed in her recovery. Never underestimate the power of the Force that can drag a shouldve-been-bed-ridden to a theatre.
On yet another random note, I noticed as I was walking home, I was quite enthusiatically thinking about ways to get out of a back arm twist. Like I was going to get robbed.
1. Start with the facade of being totally and utterly defeated.
2. In all randomness amidst the limp silence, do a quick and loud shriek/scream/giggle whatever turns you on (loud enough to make Lord Veddar wet his bed, you can even follow that with a mindblasting fart) and a simultaneous back head throw to try and make his nose bleed.
Nose bleed + Assailed eardrums = total disorientation (+fart = total disorientation AND disgust too!)
and at that moment, the assailant's vicelike grip will falter and you can muster all your strength left to do a quick and decisive spin around followed by a slap/punch/ribtickle. (note: spinning around the wrong direction can mean a disastrous dismemberment of your arm that can result in a very, very er.. disastrous dismemberment).
After that, run away with your arms flying in every direction in as random a direction as possible making as wierd an animal mating symphony sound as possible while acting as stupid and retarded as you can. This act can be life-saving in deterring your assailant from even considering a 2nd attack on a deranged monkey.
after you life have been saved by your lunacy-induced act, start to feel really stupid and pretend that you didn't just act like a wussy. Think up an elaborate and couragous story and tell that to the cops.
well, i didn't quite think that while i was walking, but bless the beauty of creative writing. :)
Song playing now (in my mind): the Star Wars Theme later did i realise they were busy plucking fat juicy mangoes from the numerous mango trees around my block. It was mango season. and they are absolutely the bestest tasting green mangoes ive ever laid tongue upon, sweet and juicy, yet slightly crunchy and fat around the seed. mmm.
song playing now: everclear - sunflowers yet, there are times where the nearest goals get lost in uselessly intricate flower vase decorations and it gets so hard to focus and notice it, the distraction that keeps it shouting at you, draining the last bits of energy from you as the futile search continues.
i dread each and every crossroads that i encounter and i can't help but wonder if i had walked the right direction, and maybe, perhaps what i thought was right really isn't, or if it is, the reassurance and security are nowhere to be found.
the dramatics of life is always around the next turning, the next crossing with the broken traffic lights and drunk drivers, the next club with the tripping lights and the next bus stop with the girl of your dreams. tonight, the air is cold as i shiver my way across acres of sands towards a horizon that never comes near. ever so slightly, the weight of my own crushes me into myself, an imploding mass of vulnerable-ness and loneliness.
:(
song playing now: u2 - sometimes you can't make it on your own. joel was simply angelic, allowing us devilish imps to trounce unleashed in that office of his. with 3 interestingly groomed pooches in tow, no less.
my lids grow heavy with the burden that is the shoot in 9 hours. well, warm tones of orange acoming, off with the blue! the velvet vocals of suede beckons... that was 10hours ago, and i just finished the last shot list. of course the initiative they took to wait in school for me to finish up really isn't my fault. but hey. if you want it, you want it. just don't blame me if it falls short. and i've a mighty fine feeling it will. 1. the first time I experienced direct racism. However, true to their nature, those stupid random blokes and sheilas forgot to calculate car speed, force and gravity while they attempted to egg May and myself as we sat innocently in a too-bright stand by the sidewalk nearing midnight in the chill. they hit the curb and the egg splattered by harmlessly to the side as the perpetrators vanished into gridlines of the Italian Quarters. God bless the dumb.
2. i spent a holiday really chilling. sunsets at 5pm and biting colds out of the wool blanket really makes you inert. And being already inert, i was almost comotose throughout the trip. thank god for naggy sisters and warm, beautiful sunrays. (the latter, however, is only valid there. There is, i repeat, no such things as 'warm, beautiful sunrays' in sunny singapore).
it didn't help that after NS, i never once picked up a dumbbell or ran more than 10m for the following year that led to a sprained left feet while.... walking in downtown Melbourne (Please, no comments). I trudged along the following days with flickering hope and a blocked nose, along with anti-cat allergy pills and deep heat for my feet, while constantly being assailed by a devilish Pope who likes to leave streaky trails of blood on my back and then stick his little anus in my face while harassing my pate-ed baguette and dining plate. I loved every minute of it.
3. I met familair faces in a different country. Saw AJ and Ryan while in Melbourne, and prior to the day I left, we finally met up in Cookie's and we talked, and talked. It felt good seeing people you recognise in a different country. Next day at Cookie's was Paul's birthday - who else should I see, but Daniel Song? Naturally, we forgot each other's name and embarassingly introduced ourselves with 'sorry, i really forgot your name. It's.... uh....... (then a hint from the other) oh yes! How've you been?!' Interestingly enough, for reasons unknown to me, i ended all conversations that day with a 'see you in singapore, we'll meet for coffee!' when we all know that when they got back, either one of us would have forgotten we said that and/or we, even with loads of time at hand, won't be bothered to call the other for the imaginary cuppa we so enthusiatically promised ohsolongago. the pretentiousness of smalltalk. But, it was good seeing him again.
4. the first time May, Kevjn and myself were together in another country, (specifically Australia, which is another first) (well, technically it's just May and me, because kev didn't really travel with us much, but he was there) and we might have stupid arguments (May likes to shop, i don't. 1/2 hour in Myers = whole day) and friction (DANNY, PICK UP THE TISSUE PLEASE NOW NOW NOW PICK IT UP POPE JEAN JACQUE PICASSO STINKYPOO WILL EAT IT AND GET SICK! PLEASE NOW NOW NOW!) but dispite the differences, we are still siblings. I know i don't wash the dishes or make dinners because i'm one hell of a lazy oaf, but hey. Er. Hey you know.
The day we left, Melbourne nearly wept a tear for us as we three stood at the sidewalk waiting for a yellow cab to come. As we three exchanged hugs and farewells. It couldn't have been more dramatic when U2's 'With or Without You' played over the radio in the cab en route to the airport. I could've sworn i detected a hint, just a hint of sadness in your eyes when we left, kev :)
This is a trip that is not merely a simple trip, but a trip of firsts and vivid, lasting memories. A future-defining trip, godsent, to whip me back into shape, a stinging, cold lash that i'd let a hint of smile whenever i think of it, as this song lingers in the air that isn't quite now, but neither quite then...
See the stone set in your eyes
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
it's a hard feeling to describe being back. as shortlived as it was, the trip did nothing but slam into me what it felt to be alive. to be really alive (even though i slept quite a fair bit huddled under the chilled sheets) and that was precisely the pill i needed. But really, it's hightime i started actually doing and not thinking. Doing.
Didn't take as much footage as I would've liked, but I have enough to make a fairly decent movie. That, coming up.
song for the moment: U2 - With or Without You
sis invited me to ice cold beer's anniversary, and for some reason unknown to me i said yes. oh what the heck. we have much to discuss. i guess i'll be beerguzzling once again :)
the script is in its final stages now. but i am still torn between a hollywoodish ending with tea and scones to finish off, or something on the other end of the drama spectrum, leavin my protagonist in pure anguish, or maybe seated somewhere in the middle ie. you win some, you lose some, so suck it up pro, and move on. the morals? i don't know. maybe more inspiration will hit me like how i was hit today with such a strength it kept me in invirtual.
on a side note, i need a haircut. its somewhere between short and long, if i leave it untied, i look like a bum, if i tie it up, i still look like a bum. oh, bummer. next stop, mustafah! what the... and a great silence filled the lands. The birds hid their songs and the mammals ceased their holler, and there was great sadness.
alamak la. how, liddat. new link added Sarah under 'Rah
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sarah ng / mass comma / 17 / has big tatas / likes bananas
so, you like?
went down to al-ameen with the gang: izzy, 'rence, john, fiona, aki, khai, sarah and felled fel and then me and john came up with this very brilliant script for our story thru' pictures.
SCENE I
HIMURA KAEDE & RUKAWA HIROSHI are in a sparring stance. They begin to exchange blows. Blow after blow, both are equal in match until finally both blades meets in mid-flight, neither side wavering. Their faces are dripping in perspiration; it is a stalemate.
Rukawa & Himura smile a knowing smile, and they both walk their separate ways. Rukawa suddenly turns around and flings a throe of shurikens towards Himura. Himura swirls around and catch them, in mid-flight. Himura smiles. Rukawa and Himura exits the scene, walking again in their separate ways.
CHIHIRO FUKADA is sipping tea alone in a pagoda. The wind blows and in a distance, RUKAWA HIROSHI walks into scene, towards the pagoda. He glances at her, mesmerized. Chihiro is unaware, even as Rukawa approaches her. He sits down and drinks a cup of tea, neither of them are looking at each other whilst they are sipping tea. He begins to flirt with her, she starts giggling and becomes coy. But, she has to leave…she drops her hankerchief and gracefully exits. Rukawa takes a couple of steps and stops, he bends down and picks up her handkerchief and smells it
FADE TO BLACK
Rukawa and Chihiro are at the pagoda again on a balmy afternoon. He is serenading her with an instrument. She is pleasantly surprised and is enjoying it. They laugh when he blows the wrong note? She sees the sun and realises she has to go home and cook. She flees but Rukawa grabs her arm. She says no, and he reluctantly releases her. She flees.
FADE TO BLACK
Rukawa and Chihiro are walking down a quiet street, lit by dim Japanese lanterns. They stop and face each other, Chihiro kisses him on the cheek and blushes. She runs away but Rukawa grabs her arm and pulls her toward him into a tight embrace.
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the night seemed so short then and i was already enjoying this script. dramatics that lead to unintended humour can be so utterly enjoyable. and with the lead role as Sarah, how can the dramatics go wrong?
some fine tuning and we'll have the ultimate comedy in ages. oh gosh. :)
sleep.
so despite my abhorrance of sleazy ktv lounges eversince a very mindboggling session with verymany relatives during the chinese newyear, i forsomeunknownreason decided to go with fel and rah to kbox, cine. not that it mattered izzy was the one who suggested it and never showed.
khai val and her halfbri-ish guything were there wailing to the sounds of britney and sting as i was going amok doing the williamhung thing thank god the rest left. i have to pay money to keep them girls silent now. whatever was i thinking. a glass of wine too many and i did a horrible rendition of practically all the songs i sang. note to self: ktv is for one who needs a release only by themselves especially if they cant sing to save their lives. it is of interest to know that i get box seat for really erotic foreplay and absolute mindboggling playtime with fel and rah.
previously,
and still i cant get my essay structure right. whogivesadamnfuck im supposed to be sleeping already if not for the butt-plunking episode just to wait for postmidnight charge to be over.
previously, we went to an indian fast food at excelsior. had an onion rawa masala whatchamacallit. food was pretty good - especially with the colgate, as val/rah so pleasantly put it, sauce with the messy greenish mashed potatoes. hmm i like. will go back there again to try the incredible deflating ball of flour that looks fantaszimically interesting.
so rah left at 1am, her mother was around. fel and i and fels giggling and my horror catwalked our way to cine to catch a midnight show only to realise their idea of midnight was 4am. so slinked to lido with tails in tow in the blistering humidity. chilled to White Noise. of course, until this very moment the essence of that show eludes me. like seriously. huh? seems like a very vague attempt to blend phenomena, choral stabs for the insta-fright effect, a blair-witch plot gone even more wrong and utter crap, to boot, and they couldnt even get it wrong. fel was scared shitless though. i know she was. i can tell by the lookinhereyes as the cockroach wiggled nearly up her arm to try bring home that point at which she very nearly scrunched my crown jewels when she excitedly lapped on me. that was at fep however. im sure the snack-guzzling-lazy-oaf-of-a-guard sitting outside 7-11 was too busy to laugh. or to notice. the world was his tortillas and excited girls screaming like manchurian raindancers does not matter not one little bit. only the tortillas... oh pish.
so butt-plunking around town we did, we did. the hyatt was great. fel practiced her impromptu tango-catwalk as we prowled to deter hostile managers from forcibly ejecting us. we ejected ourselves however-the place was not slacker-friendly. so off to mandarin we did, hiding in an asylum of a 2ndfloor corner planning our escape in a firehose box inanhorridcaseinwhich we did get caught. and we did, barely 5minutes. met a couple of her friends as they outted the leaving room. oh excuse me. the living room. same difference. music was horrid.
found a chill spot 6th floor cine with a very pleasant portrait of sadako imposter glaring down (through all the hair) on us as we talked much about nothing. and that was that. to go into detail about our conversation would include eye-rolling, posing, giggling, twirling, frantic hand-cleaning, nothing, everyhthing, in and out under over and i still think it was a full moon that night. and tonight.
was strange,
and again pleasedontnotice it but my thoughts are all ajumble from greasy hair to white noises pleasedontask.
was strange, val dragged me along rather forcibly and asked a rather befuddling question that curled my nose hair to a serious bejumble of question marks. twas when she didnt want to be ktved and i cajoled her to. she asked if i bent the right way or the wrong way and which girl i was interested in. caught offguard as i usually am but i will not lie - i said no. sinceever the last heartbreaking heartnumbing heartfading moments of that time, facevalue and whimsical loveatfirstsight imfloatinginheavennow ima shoot you down with a cucumber rightup youralley just dont cut it for me nomore. and yetstill as i cant decide on what i want to do, i simply still can decide what i WANT.
perhaps an entry for supper another day. delving into my psyche takes rubbergloves of an enormous magnitude and dissecting tools that dont spell the name 'im tired now' - im thinking balmy breezes and overcast sky means its going to rain means i should have a good sleep means my engrish is totally unreadable to a point where i dont bother rechecking to see if i made any mistakes because tomorrow i will read it and wonder who wrote this oh did i forget the fullstop?
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a moment in time where your heart jumps a thousand steps up ascending the spiral that leads to the light, only to miss one and stumble down again into a watery murk. picking itself up and. scratch. scratch and shove. a piece left on a protruding branch. a knock that for a moment in time, you cant breathe. and you suffocate.
and the voice is gone. along with the courage to try again.
song playing now: lamb - gabriel so here goes
WǑ YÀO ZÙ NǏ
spent the night over at sarah's playing daidee and watching misery. hows that sound? i got my body beaten on relentlessly because i am so good at cards. i think it is not fair. no it is not. and to top it off, its nearing the end of the semester and the workload is piled on me harder than that bolster that smashed down my face. this thesis paper, that thesis paper, this meeting, that meeting, this presentation, that presentation, this motherfucking lazy sonofergun, that motherfucking lazy sonofergun...
and i got home later that morning and spent 4 bleeding hours coming out with a play/presentation for CATS class. i find it almost disgusting that none of my ideas went contested. in fact, they were all accepted. only because i was the only one giving them. in those agonising 4 hours, a teammate (only in name) barely spoke 10 words. i can even manage to assume 10 letters. i wonder why she even bother turning up. at least another teammate (again, only in name) had the decency of not even turning up. thats one less push-me-elmo toy to sprain my finger on.
i still have webcg to do. punkgirl sent an SMS to me: "hey remember to do your stuff okay ? now i paranoid whether can finish... want to cry liao". read - fucking do your work boy, im not happy but im just putting it a nice way. fuck face!
our presentation is in 2 days and i still have no idea what our website is going to look like.
minutes later, john messaged me: "hey.. we gotta do writ com proposal essay.. maybe we do after audio tomorrow.. coz there is consultation [TOMORROW!!!!!]". read - siao liao. what now ?
read - how i know? how the fuck i know. i have to go. much work to be done.
went for a thai oil massage today. my first proper massage, excluding the feet massage forced on me on kuta beach, bali. i went back to my hotel room that afternoon feeling fleeced and windblown. anyway, it was good, for %50. i had to control that smile on my face when she was rubbing the uhhh sensitive areas. as well as control that facial contortion when i was rubbed the wrong way. next up, thai traditional massage. where they brutalize you and leaving you tenderized and broken. i am already conjuring up visions .... and contortions.
chinese new year. my usual $20dollar hongpao relatives gave me $10 this year. i fear what my other relatives might have in stall for me. tomorrow i go visit an aunt which - until today - i have no clue as to our blood link. and even why shes alive with all the drinking and smoking she does, at almost 80 this year.
the aircontioner in my room decided to stall on me a week ago. i have been living in total agony for a week. my room layout makes for little ventilation, and the weather just dont help, as well as the fact my roof and right wall are exposed to the bleeding sun, my room will always be seveal degrees warmer then it will be outside, with the fan at full blast.
i am wrighting quite frankly horrible. goodness! song playing now: wyclef jean - bubblegoose |
