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sour
Sunday, October 24, 2004. 10:33 a.m.
i cannot believe i am hearing this! someone's actually blasting lemon tree on their, i figure, brand new karaoke machine right freaggin' across the block. in my state! i must say a lovely morning to start recovering. *bitch*
chicken heist
Saturday, October 23, 2004. 12:26 p.m.
every swallow throws my throat into a traumatic throe. i'm running an irritating temperature and my appetite has been reduced to sloppy rice water and tea. but i still went to help out jeremiah's specialist film project yesterday. among the actors were keegan kang, melody and corienne adrienne (howeva you spell that). was definitely interesting, but for not getting paid (on a purely volunteering basis after recommendation from patrick) i think i deserve more then being a traffic controller! i almost blacked out yesterday was kinda embarassing in front of those actors. but hell workin' with a perfectionist can be mind-blasting. using the groundglass to fake films, the whole operation was quite eye-opening. all the equipment's massive and today they're drawing 6k lighting from the film store but i'm not going. oh well.
will be helping out ismail to do the script for canon's film fest project. but it looks horrendously dramatic as it is already ive no idea how to salvage it. oh good luck me. why do i volunteer these jobs?? and ms. morisette sent me an invite to work freelance to produce a short film. should i? hm. decisions decisions. to top that off, my mom's been bugging me to get a job already. AND me and jaime can't seem to see eye to eye concerning the trip to thailand. they want to go in january but dont they realise it was my idea to begin with, and my midsemester tests and shit are coming up in january? she absolutely NEEDS to go krabi again or some other beach she was talking about. but absolutely refuses to go ko phangan, which was sort of the original idea. what gives? not like you've been there and got robbed blind before. its supposed to be fun going as a group? argh!
helped espen to reconfigure his lobster tank. went to guiling to catch stray rocks and pond scrub to decorate it with. bought three silver sharks at .80 each which of them, we accidently to death suffocated 2 and rendered the last irrevocably retarded. so we went to buy three oscars and a bag full of shrimps. hell aint gonna touch those slimy bitches again. then for his pitviper, we stalked the passages of his condo and using a gala-lifter thingamajig, the two-prong plastic thing attached to a pole, traumatised and bagged almost 15 lizards in a prowl and threw them into the tank. she ate well that night.
wanted to go catch scorpions too, but i won't talk about the failed chicken heist and rabbit snatching fiasco ron, 'spen, alex and me went thru that night. *grumble*
downloaded eye of the beholder 2. been playing it. damn, those classics sure are good :) and xenon2 too, remember, kev? bitch. always hogging the computer!
at this moment, the smooth black buttons on my notebook feels so good and warm, the music feels even better. my temperature was at a manageable 36.9 just now. then in 2 minutes, it went up to 37.5. in another 2, 38.2. im burning up a hole in my room now. the fans are off and im lying curled up under my comforters, bless it, and the red bedcovers could not have been anymore colder. every inch i move felt like it was 14C outside. my back feels like a victim of the sun's wrath. hm. wait a minute... maybe i do have a sunburn for chillin' in the blazing noon sun yesterday. shucks. a fever and a sunburn don't sound right. it just don't. my throat hurts like a bitch and im wrapped up in a layer of red fleece, an olive green army windbreaker and a white/green striped mexican whatchamacallit sweater thing. with blue tyr berms and a pair of long black cotton socks. i look like an eskimo misplaced and with a very bad sense of colour coordination. but i don't give a flying fuck. im sick!
and then, as i was lying down, i was wondering why coldness is the absence of heat, and not the other way around. and well, i came to the conclusion that it is, because if heat is the absence of cold then a person without any friends would be loved by all. whatever. im burning and freezing on a lonely saturday afternoon wondering how my retarded silver shark is faring.
song playing now: chicane - sunstroke (disco citizens remix)
huh?
Thursday, October 14, 2004. 01:27 a.m.
i just realised that i wanted to do an in-depth review of the da vinci code and then post up pictures of the gathering. Even though i have L O A D S of time on my hands. but oh my goodness i have to do something about my memory. comeon danny boy. make brain cells make brain cells make brain cells make brain cells... im falling asleep im falling asleep im falling a.... oh yes. the pictures
the works @ zouk when the breaking monotony (hyuk hyuk) at phuture got to me.
likening a saturday evening crowd at cine to Japan. nice shot, no?
...and the gathering.
from left2right: yan, lims & keira. i think lims had a mug ;o beer too many.
mark, royce & ron. no more mr. fairgut now are ya, mark? he he
joel & yan. theres more at yanie's page. check it out under the 'people' section.
remind me to downsize pictures next time. grr. oh and did i mention i'm an aspiring photographer? maybe i'll make this blog a showcase for my... talent. :)
i dont know
Thursday, October 14, 2004. 12:01 a.m.
so ok. i'm done with everything 'school', so far ive a B+ for my intro to film module and hopefully better for the others. and.. the holidays are here. kenneth tells me there are job openings in dblO. should i? the poor don't have much choice now, do they? will ponder on that after i drink my account dry, i reckon. but i fill thrilled now- just finished brown's angels & demons. an exceptionally good read and i quote amazon.com, it's 'unputdownable'. next... digital fortress. should i go buy it or borrow it from espen? hm. lately for some reason ive so much to say but the moment i start blogging, everything flies out my mind and im like 'er....'. damn the ethyl chloride! ahhhh!
reliving a trip to the past now, i just downloaded a plethora of old roxette songs and mc hammers album 2 legit 2 quit muahaha...
song playing now: roxette - vulnerable
desolate
Sunday, October 10, 2004. 12:04 a.m.
fell asleep with my clothes last morning. dead tired, but woke up at 7. yanie's going to paint london red with vicky for a month. so i'm sending her off. she looked different in her matching white/black adidas jacket and shoes. well, you go girl. i have to start planning the trip to thailand soon. just talked to patrick on msn; someone i havent talked to or seen in ages. i still remember how i saw him for 5mins in taiwan, right at that place which name is totally eluding me now. he took hours just to get there. i don't know what i was thinking.
the gangs at zouk now and i'm at home listening to 7 seconds by youssou n'dour and neneh cherry. like totally old man. and i'm just thinking about how i'm like. you know. by myself. and the music isn't helping.
i don't feel all to good now. even the holidays didn't rush in. that's 2 months on my hands now to do nothing.
thunderbirds are go
Saturday, October 2, 2004. 06:09 p.m.
went on my notebook a while ago and i realised in utter horror that i had left my charger in the editing room in school. that means i can't use my notebook and that sucks.
went out with the whole gang yesterday: yanie, royce, mark, keira, edwin, ron, joel and lims to a japanese restaurent at killeney road. like you even have to take your shoes off at the entrance. ate ox tongue and *note to self* will keep eating it :) watched white chicks later hilariously silly - my kinda shit. i dont feel very descriptive today because i dont have my charger. going to zouk later just woke up. had the best sleep in AGES.
will post pics another time when i get my charger back.
song playing now: busted - thunderbirds are go
fucking highlands
Monday, September 27, 2004. 12:17 a.m.
this weekend was spent up in genting. my first time ever, most probably my last. its too touristy, its all fake facades, its all rudely malaysian and i dont gamble. the only thing i really liked was sitting at their only coffee bean outlet facing quite a view with the cold wind freezing my balls off. i like. but the shopping was good! i managed to snag a snazzy springfield jacket at a paltry sum of RM.
note to self: bitch-slap silly butch security guards at casinos next time they try some saturday night fever stunt at me for improper dressing. make that butch-slap.
Icons
Wednesday, September 22, 2004. 08:41 p.m.
arn't they just groovy? heres what my icons look like:
treading the borders
Wednesday, September 22, 2004. 11:18 a.m.
i am mentally pre-pubescent, physically scrawny, socially ousted and sexually deprived, which is why i like spanking monkeys. meeting mandy in about 40mins time, shes passing me my royal icons. suddenly the world seems a brighter day again! la la lalalala.
together
Wednesday, September 22, 2004. 04:08 a.m.
as im sitting here attempting to do a film analysis, my mind keeps reverting back to my storytelling essay. Leonards analysis of it and all its subtext i never knew existed haunts me. the subtle betrayal of the subconcience. of my subconcience. it's cold in here now; a massive fog is brewing outside the boundaries of my house and i can't see past 70m. it is dead silent and the encroaching fog is doing little to sooth my nerves. haunted and alone. thank god for szechuan chicken wings. mmm. i like. it goes well with ribena.
still i can't shake this feeling i have. am i just feeling more then the shit given to me? feeling more? i'm finding it hard to breathe and his face just keeps bringing itself to the surface of my conciousness. what do i do? i should i do? what do i WANT to do?
song playing now: village people - go west
it's a wrap
Monday, September 20, 2004. 08:53 p.m.
i had the longest weekend of my life. i even forgot that to go school = take bus no. 74. I was frustrated, exhausted, elated, bemused, excited, orgasmic, furious, tired, worked-up and out, but it was fun. and worth it. all within the short span of 48hours. i finally finished shooting my final project! everyone had been sporting and i dont want to digress into a gratitude speech, but i really appreciate the help you guys lent me - amanda n gang, espen n gang, matt, gordon and everyone else! now i just have editing to do and when im done, that'll be ONE project done! yay! another 6 more to go... speaking of which, i better get started on them.
that said, i dub the quote of the month be: IT'S A FUCKING WRAP!!!
song playing now: CKY2K - Bran's Freestyle
as the saying goes,
Thursday, September 16, 2004. 02:11 a.m.
ok i'm back again! i just couldn't let all my hard work go to waste! you know how the saying goes: a dime in a pack produces. uh. i mean a stone thrown far will never.... uh. i mean if harry met sally, auntie mimi will never do. yeah. sumfin' wike that. oh did i mention? im devastated: i got a measly 20 out of 25 for my art museum assignment. after ALL the effort and bombasticity. like what the fuck?! ahhhhh!!
change
Sunday, September 5, 2004. 07:52 p.m.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/dnmcd/
after months of getting screwed over and inattentiveness on their part, i've decided to move to livejournal. i will not be blogging on this weblog anymore and......
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