kings of convenience - the passenger


lines erased
Monday, November 22, 2004. 11:55 a.m.

i was attempting some sort of poetry to show in words, i. and then, i said 'fuck it'.

so, fuck it.

at the point where it seems your years of waiting is about to be over and then God stills time and mocks you in your face. ive an impatience in every gush of blood my heart pumps and it's overwhelming to the point where it is difficult to draw a normal breath easily.

its official: i'm a world of warcraft sucker.

i'm the goner that preordered the game, will be shelling out $115 for it and $20 every month thereafter to utterly lose myself and any threads that bind me to society.

ha ah aHA ha HAHAh HAhaHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA sob sob

song playing now: the delian league - lines erased


deja vu
Sunday, November 21, 2004. 03:35 p.m.

the hours crawl by slower then a viscous wad of phlegm rolling down the pyramids of gaza. tick tick. waiting for the official release: world of warcraft. suffering for withdrawal from lack of beta testing. must.. play.. going.. crazy..

keira preordered it for me. only 2 more days. maybe 5. feels like forever. get it over with and give me that damned game ALREADY! ahh!

and i managed to turn up for the final editing of the contest project (thanks to the end of beta testing) and submitted the project. hope it makes it into the finals. screening at zouk. fingers crossed.

so what happened. i had my first experience with doing a 'double take', officially. walking toward YCK train station, there lay the piece with instructions of how to use the condom that's found in every pack, on the ground. glanced at it without so much as a whisper of care, walked 3 steps (or thereabout) and stopped turned around and stared at it. wondering what the fuck was it doing there. haha.

i was on the way to meet izzy and valerie at barker road. came out of the train station walking along casa rosita, and there lay another pack of condoms with the instructional lying there, sprawled like a bitch in bed on the floor, in a suspiciously dejavu manner. what gives?

so yeah. i haven't smoked in a while, with money not being exactly very close to me now. i blew it away. haha. geez..

what do i do. how do i pay for the preorder. of the carton of fags im buying from lims. WoW preorder. the new computer?!??! ahh! been reluctant to update lately. just too lazy getting out an addictive loop (albeit not the healthiest) that i'd be rolling in in days to come.

i wonder. it'll be nice to know what you're like (nice as in informative and helpful, most probably not nice as in wonderful) was with keira and lims chilling at junction 8. why junction 8 don't ask me. was the last possible place i could think of the chill out (if i even do think of it) but melanie wanted to meet lims there so keira and i obliged. talked about wow, managed to do the salesman. lims is in. :) he he. so we talked about everything. our past and present, shattered galaxy - out very decisive battle against mrikia that saw us (a fraction the size of them) kicking their ass. god save joel and his laser mammoths. counterstrike - the team we were that people still know till today. we were godlike. haha. and now world of warcraft.

i guess a part of us won't ever grow up. i can see myself at 40 shouting 'oi, cb! entangling roots damn cheap leh!' over skype. is that good? hell i don't know. dismal. i like. haha

song playing now: blue states - spit and soar


can i
Thursday, November 18, 2004. 06:25 a.m.

can i be upset?
i feel bad

can i be alone?
i shouldn't

i can't help it

morcheeba - the sea


U Can't Touch This
Tuesday, November 9, 2004. 01:43 a.m.

was melvin's 26th birthday so that's what i was doing over in batam for the weekend: gambling away money and watching local channel5 and channel8 on their cable. But it was fun - and the ferry, two-way, was a measly $2. initially 27 dollars, went to the casino (it's a package) and we were refunded 25 each in chips (which i then converted again into cash for the slots, but i just kept it :]) i am, after all, against gambling. we hired the hotel bus for about 80 thousand for 3 hours (thats among 9 people, 4 sing dollars each?) and ended up in this popular restaurant Golden Prawn with a seating capacity that'll put the national stadium to shame. unfortunately the food wasn't quite as good as ron proclaimed. oh well. back to dreary ol' civilised singapore.

on a side note, yanie is back in singapore! that fat bitch (;] check out her blog in my 'people' section) just pranced london and greece! i am so envious! next year for her, destination: London/Spain. And I W A N T to be there. gotta start saving. and looking up cheap hostels & food :). but i must say. vickie's sure lookin' healthy out there! he he. met her and the gang in town after the viewing of the rushes at eyshams place. my associate producer, Valerie, is a bangbus whore. the muds will be hooting at her at the geylang bazaar tonight. aw. so played LAN DotA with the bunch: ron, espen, melv, kenneth, adrian, the other MENG guy and yanie. oh my god. i totally owned the game with clinkz. 22/7 or something like that? he's ultimately killer with a basher, burize and butterfly. haha a Burize Bashing Butterfly Bones. whatever. NEXT!

so the plan now is:
1.november 30th BATAM in yanie's kelong offshore. itinerary: fishing, swimming in shit (it's a longggg story) and canoeing in mangroves with current against you. TENTATIVELY.
2.january 21st KRABI, THAILAND with the gang and then some. itinerary: snorkelling, beach revelling and whatever. ugh. i want phangan! i want booze! i want 'shrooms! i want full moon! :( but i guess a trip, any trip, will be fun. so ya.
3.'05 yearend LONDON, SPAIN. right. save some money first, wishful thinker.
4. when we reach the pot of gold over the rainbow. JAPAN. itinerary: shopping and going wild with lottery money. let's hope jiron wins :)
5. SAVE SOME MONEY, DANNY GODDAMNIT!

tomorrow and day after will be doing editing for the film. 8 bucks an hour to use Canon's editing suite. on Snazzy. how the fuck do you use that shit. need copyright free music IF ANYONE HAS ANY CONTACTS PLLLEEEEAAASSSE TELL ME! tentatively will be meeting firdaus and using some of his music (of the Moren Tea Estate). watched their gig once when they played in FEP. not bad. will see how it goes.

anyway for the hilarity and absurdness of this whole issue, i shall post my conversations with espen here. It revolves around a single grain of cooked white rice (singular, rie as in dice, die?) when were were eating fried rice at palais renaissance's kopitiam. it had a discolouration that is the agony of this argument. D=danny E=Espen

E: the rice is blue
D: its green. it's as green as a virgin cunt.
E: the hawker woman dyed it loh.
D: what utter nonsense. ok name me one thing in a hawker stall that could possibly DYE THE RICE BLUE!
E: blue dye silly!
D: er.. what would blue dye be doing in there boy?
E: hahaha. ask the auntie! she bought it so that we can argue over it hahahaa
D: its grreen loh. probably the lichen growing in her fanny.
E: hahaha
D: when she scratched it and continued cooking ;)
E: then explain that blue line in the middle. hahaha.
D: er.. the rice is pregnant?
*some crap later*
E: ok. so issit blue?
D: *i change my nick to 'the rice IS orange'
E: haha orange.
*some more crap later, was it another day?*
D: (the rice is green) Whoa what was that! i couldve sworn... oh hello espen :)
E: god says rice is blue
D: burn your tongue least he stricken you with lightning, heathen! he said: 1. it was green. 2. you were wrong. 3. you were wrong as hell. 4. it IS still green.
E: __________
D: so therefore, it IS green. no need to debate. * oh allah* *bow down*
E: the only thing green is when my fist smites your head leaving your mouldy brains flowing outta cracks in your skull. my young padawan. BLUE! *even bigger* BLUE! *yet again, bigger* BLUE!
D: in john3:364 it says" for God so loved the world that he gave the begotten Green Rice that whosoever believeths that it is Green shall spank the ones who says it is blue until the dawn of eternity?
E: *really big* BLUE!
D: you cant argue the green bible can you. its not right.
*he disconnects and reconnects again*
D: *quack quack* oh hello rubber dickie (his picture is the default yellow rubber duckie) what is it? what did you say? *quack rice is definitely green* oh.. *quack* yes..
E: damn it. ok -- i give up. rice is green. as green as a blueberry.
D: lol. dude. huh? like an erect as a cunt. Hello? ;| *crap*

that was a fraction of all the debating we did over it. melvin, logically sided with espen because it could most probably be blue. excuse the religious mockery it is for the greater rib-tickling that i go to such extend. forgive me. but... go figure. i shall leave this to unbiased criticism but realise that *ahem* it was more green than blue *ahem* its in fact GREEN *ahem* *ahem ahem* la lalala

and i'm here now waiting for World of Warcraft's open beta release which is scheduled for about... hm... NOW. fucking blizzard slugs. GIMME WOW GIMME WOW! game's official release in in less then 3 weeks time. im getting excited and mc hammers 'can't touch this' is playing now. yabadabadoooo! come on let me touch it. i can touch it. touch it touch it touch it!

this is TOO gay.

song playing now: MC Hammer - U Can't Touch This


revolution
Friday, November 5, 2004. 12:36 a.m.

we were revolutionaries in communist times and we were wreaking havoc and disrupting their plans, us the production team. A The Orange Production. i was the Man and what i say goes. but then they caught up with us, damn them. i was captured but i cannot remember it. i cannot. but when i was back, sandee was gone. sandee of China and she Who Has Two Fishing Rods. she returned later, a wreak. They had her and she was true to the end. she was but a bruised and battered shell, ugly, retarded now, but we loved her still, like she were our own. there we gathered, our headquarters of plush cushions and floors of velvet mattresses. a 'copter did fly outside taunting us. a red beacon on our radars and it flew as if to shatter the pure glass of our walls but then as it within inches came it flew off and back and i gave him the finger. and off it did go into the horizon. the day it seems is saved.

the power of the subconscious. that was my dream. the dream i dreamt in what little time i slept on the marble floor. perhaps it is the inspiration of a different environment the spurs on the spokes that spins creativity. and bullshit. whatever. stupid dream.

when Canon said they were sponsoring equipment for the shoot i didn't quite expect the miniscule video cam we got. so unusable it was that the 60 dollar condenser mic we rented couldn't work (!@#$). there's no manual focus and white balancing and i was stuck with cameraman job as well as DP because joel backed out the second day and then the sound started screwing up. but the shots were nice. so it was a The Orange Production Official Sleep-over at sham's place after that. Wake-over, more like it actually. 5 of us (6 if you include the other half of 'smail) on a single single-bed mattress (i do believe it was once part of a three seater sofa), a couple of pillows, sofa cushions and super mini Shrek cushions, a single-bed comforter and queen elizabeth (as valerie so dramatically puts it: i had the frills of the damned cloth around my upper half that quite resembled the decolletage of medieval royal fineries) table cloth to accompany us. i quite was practically smooching the bookshelf in the corner. so. somehow or another, i found myself sandwiched between val and sham, and when i tried to stretched my legs, i felt the flubs of 'smails side. i was a sardine. so i ended up sleeping next to the dining table on the wonderfully spacious cold marble floor that smelt like eggs the maid was frying up 4 in the morning. ramadan. Oooz. but i had a hearty conversation with val. a very long time since i had a proper conversation other then 'ay go chill leh'. she's a great listener. she likes cats, she likes massaging like a cat, she sleeps like a cat (haw haw haw), she totally plastic but thinks i make a better plastic (apparently i walk with a macho posture but with a feminine touch), she loves dancing: ballroom waltz, ballet, hiphop what have you, shes been to whistler and loves skiing too! awwww and whats more, she calls a hugh ass white board a slate. haha. silly girl.

what should i feel? post prod's next. :| will post pics of the production when i get a hold of them.

i shall let loose in batam later. it's melvins and espen finally got off his arse to update his passport. i like.

song playing now: stan getz & astrud gilberto - aguas de marco


an orange a day
Wednesday, November 3, 2004. 12:46 a.m.

my silver shark is still alive and surprisingly, well. although it had half it's scaly hide unceremoniously picked by the raving oscars with bottomless pits. the pond weed has been reduced to a little growth. the prawn was found dead in between the rocks and the smaller lobster got raped by the bigger one after it changed its shell. aww.. what a mess. they're all swimming in shit because the new filter isn't working too well. too bad.

i must start the habit the blogging consistantly else with my 1 day memory i can't for the life of me remember what to blog about. damn it. ok i'll do with the occasional flashes. i bought a book from kino yesterday. ron wanted to meet me at taka to see how the subaru impreza hands-on-the-car challengers were doing. 53hrs and there were still 16 of them. crazy mofos. there was a first aid tentage nearby with heaps of comatose ex-challengers. no car but a headache for you! :) ok whatever turns them on... speaking about the book i don't know why but i was compelled to buy kundera's first novel - the joke. he's an exceptionally complicated writer that can somehow, thru the mess he writes, convey his story very well, and then some. wordy, full of wisdom and multiple re-reads - thats how i plan to spend my holidays. so anyway, headed down to cine later and DotA our hearts out. im a fletcher addict now :). then melvin did something that'll change the cheeks of my butt forever. he showed me a picture of the new reese forbes design of the nike dunk low pro sb - and i instantly fell in love with it. clad in an enticing orange and with a variety of texture & shape (basically of exceptionaly aesthetic value), limited edition and at a retail price of 169 dollars, - i became a nike fan.

isn't it a beauty?

with a plush, orange coffin-lining interior.

check out the hemp material and stitching

i took those on my T610 so excuse the quality. anyway, how did that change the face of my butt forever? well, i went down to queensway sc today at 12 noon. the opening wasn't until 7pm. sat in the queue for 7 full freakin hours. my ass cheeks is ass flat ass flat can get-it? :) but hell was it worth it. i strided down town with my spanking new shoes and with my matching orange dusty meshcap, got stares all around. of course they weren't looking at me me, but me shoes.. :(

well i'm happy.

let's see. i've been playing might & magic VIII too.. old, buggy, still using the same old crappy engine, but seriously addictive. when i have a clipboard full o' notes and skill stats, i know im hooked and boy am i. 4 days in a row zombified infront of my notebook; the pillows i sat on took the shape of my then round butt (ok fine, ive had comments that barker boys have seriously flat butts and i don't totally deny that.. but hey. its MY blog. its MY story so let ME tell it, OK?!) so yes. my nice big round butt and the table was cluttered with unclean dishes and stuff. my handphone messengers were left with kangaroo-kenna-spotlight question marks and i never noticed the blistering blister where eysham's cigarette accidently connected with me when we were slaving over a film script a couple days earlier. i w a s a g o n e r. and i'm lovin' it. :)

but that'll have to wait. tomorrow and thursday will be busy shooting. im the director of photography for the project me, ismail, eysham and valerie are working on to submit for the canon dv film contest. super crappy budget and hopefully not so crappy script - it will work. at least, i hope. i can do with a dv camcorder :) ru wants me to work with them for their fly-by-night film competition too. and i think i will but the catch is, it can only be shot, and edited (it's a 5min film) only during A weekend. the subject & theme will be unveiled only the day before and that's how long we have to come up with the script. fun? yes. mm i like... will see how things go.

because, mom has been bugging me to get a job. but, oh i don't know. i really must learn how to get my ass of the couch and do something about my life. like pick up where i left off with my bike practicals. argh! nevermind. my forbes nike sb will brighten me up indefinitely :) until i step into a puddle of mud. which, is quite possibly with the weather now.

oh, and i'm so proud of myself. i actually remembered to achive the previous month's entries. erm. months. but, i remembered! yay :)

song playing now: winamp internet radio: oldies (oh goodness, my favourite chill out music now. whoooOOo can beat the beeeetles???