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No · Recess.
Won't you believe it? It's just my luck.
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I've been thinking, this has become more and more of a personal diary more than anything else. And since I already have a personal livejournal, I think it's dumb if I continue making this one all about my personal, boring, daily events. I guess I sortof slacked after the competition. It deviated from issues to non-issues.
I'm a novice blogger. I don't blog about serious, local political stuff. I don't own a domain name. I don't link to other articles. Basically my blog has ceased to be any good. So I'm done for now. I'll come back once I've found my blogging identity. Because I feel like I'm becoming one of them: those mindless bloggers who talk about how they held hands with their boyfriends across Orchard Road in every post when other major issues are begging to be brought to light.
The more focused your content, the more focused your audience. I'm not focused man. And I'm rambling. And I'm mixing all sorts of nonsense in one single post. I got bored reading my blog. It's a far cry from the earlier entries.
I'll revamp this blog in abit. I promise. Not more than thirty days I hope. Because otherwise it's a DEAD blog. And I hate dead blogs.
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Code Red- Can We Talk -_- | |
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We went to buy tix for the 740pm show last night and it was fucking sold out. So we had to wait around for two hours to catch the 940pm show which was "Filling Fast". Our first thought was...sia lah so popular ah the show. Summore it's a Tuesday night. Yet so many people queuing to buy the tix. And then we had no choice but to sit front fucking seats cos the rest all sold out. Tamader. See scary movie front row summore. Damn hero.
But oh well we wanted to watch it on 666 so bad. We decided oh heck. We came all the way already.
We had nothing to do for two hours so we walked around and ate around. Ate and ate and laughed at don't know what also. I think there is this strange effect people have around me. We end up laughing at things we don't know why we're laughing at. I shall hereby refer to this as The Wayne's World effect. HAHA.
Anyway yah, while waiting for the movie to start we saw the trailer of Stay Alive and I TELL YOU, I'm so gonna watch. SO GONNA. Great, new, original concept. And no Hana, it's not Final Destination over again. It's more CYBERRRRRRRRRRRR. Geek's galore.
So The Omen started, and it was okay cos I'm a fan of Julia Stiles since Ten Things I Hate About You days. So she made it okay. And then they made her fucking DIE. She should really stop taking up such nonsensical roles. I mean the Damien kid tried killing her over and over. It was a horrendous movie. I didn't like it one bit. It was not scary, although there were SOME jump-start points where I had to cover my ears. Horror movies are scary because of the damn music. I swear. You cover your ears, and it no longer is as scary.
People, don't watch The Omen. YETI IF YOU'RE READING THIS don't watch it, it really isn't all that good. Watch Paradise Now instead. About two Palestinian suicide bombers. Showing only at Cathay Orchard. Watch it watch it watch it.
DAMMIT. I just found out today is their last run. Now I hafta wait for the VCD. Are you happy now Cathay Keris?! I should really sign up for the Arthouse Film Festival membership.
On a different note altogether, my 9-year-old cousin Iman loves his Transformers present I got him. HAHA. I spent hours picking that up for him until my mum got freaking bored at Metro. She was like "Aiyah anyhow pick lah". WHERE CAN?!!! Birthday gift lei. Somemore toys! Transformers! Must pick the one that can transform best. So there I was on my knees at the toy section picking the best of the lot. Poring over the level of ranks and skills like my life depended on it. My mum was of no help AT ALL. I asked her to pick from my final four choices and she said "Anything lah anything". Tsk.
But one thing's for sure, I'm no longer well-versed in kids' toys as I used to be. I am a grown adult now. NO! And then I saw the revival of those yo-yos. -_- I used to know a couple of neat tricks 8 years ago. Cos I bought the video. HAAHAAHHAA. Those were the days. I thought of getting Power Rangers for Iman and I got the message all planned in my head "From a previous-Power Ranger lover to another," unfortunately I don't know which one he has. So I thought Transformers would be the best bet. Just now he called me and told me "Thank you for the birthday present. You made the RIGHT CHOICE". Wow. The boy has grown! He sounded so cordial with me and he's just like me cos he sounded supremely curt on the phone, like he might foam at the mouth and die if he has to continue the phone conversation. Next time I go over I'll smack him in the head. So mat-smart with me for what. We play teenage mutant ninja turtles all the time and now he's all formal with me cos he just turned 9!? Nonsense. |
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So, this one goes out to the guy who's into my pal. Maybe he reads this for some weird-ass-stalker reason.
Dear 3-Year-Gandalf-Beard, one way to know if she's interested is if she makes an effort to initiate contact with you. If you're doing the initiating all the damn time and she replies with half-baked, unenthusiastic answers, then HOUSTON WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM(I don't know where that figure of speech came from). Point is, if she's in your face(metaphorically cos anymore literal and it'll be OBVIOUS), then you're on the right track.
When you tell her you wanna be with her and she doesn't really reply, then she's not that into you. Any idiot can see that right? Maybe the beard is obscuring your rationality dear 3-Year-Old-Gandalf-Beard. With all due respect of course.
If you keep doing things for her and she doesn't do anything back for you in return....except maybe thank you here and there, then dude she's not into you.
I could go on but I think you get the idea. She's just not into you man. Sad but true. The good news is, I think if you try hard enough, and if you show my pal that you're serious enough, then you just might stand a chance Gandalf-Beard! Cos if you pursue her in all seriousness and sincerity, she'll be swayed eventually. I think. Cos my friend likes to be wooed.
But if you break her heart, I'll break your goddamned 3-year-old-Gandalf-Beard. I'm really getting used to calling you that btw. Live with it.
*HAPPY 666 to all! Julia Stilles I'll be watching you in abit!*
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Save Ferris | |
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"According to experts, our non-verbal language communicates about 50% of what we really mean (voice tonality contributes 38%) while words themselves contribute a mere 7%.
Our bodies send out messages constantly and often we don't recognize that we're communicating a lot more than we realize."
For fucking real?! Whoa. I never knew. I mean I always knew body language counts for sumthin but not that much! And words only 7%?! Jeez. And here I was thinking that words mean a great deal. Which is why people make a huge deal about poems/songs and blah blah whenever they are in the position of expressing their emo feelings. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO. Non-verbal language counts for more. I should really start paying attention to the non-verbal signals. No wonder long-distance relationships don't work. Much. For those who go "Oh it works" aiyah who are you kidding? It doesn't work. Give it up already. I'm quite disappointed though. Cos it means songs are shit. Ok not shit but you know, substandard since songs are JUST made up of words and tonality. So when I listen to recorded music, I shouldn't get all emo cos the bulk of the communication's not there. SO why do I still get all emo!? Basket. On a different note altogether, or maybe not so different, some guy told a pal of mine that he has had a crush on her for three years. THREE YEARS. THREE YEARS! That's not a damn crush, boy. Jeez. And my poor friend does not know how to react. She's floundering. She does not know how she feels. No chemistry or whatever. I say, it's not about chemistry. It's about what you can't have. Generally, people always happen to FALL in crush for someone that they can't really have. That's what crush is all about. Love is a different thing I guess? I don't know. I'm no expert. But I think the guy shouldn't have told her via sms. Like wah lau dude, 7% only lei! Should have met her and told her straight then can get instant feedback. I mean you'll get the message when my pal runs for cover pulling her hair out. Now you actually have to WAIT around for her to sms you back. Credit to the guy though. I mean jeez. Three years. He could have grown a beard like Gimli's in three years. Heck he could have grown a beard like Gandalf's in three years! Patience is a virtue young man. I similarly wait in bated breath to see if my dear pal gives you a chance. To my dear pal, give the boy a chance. At least go out on a couple of dates with him and see how it goes? I mean dude, he remained devoted for three years! The LEAST you could do is let him pay for a couple of your dinners and movies. HAHA. DON'T CALL ME if you need to talk about it. We'll talk about it via MSN or when we next meet up ya?
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Stereophonics- Dakota | |
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I just caught Gol Dan Gincu tv-spin-off on NT7. Yay-ness. I love the show and my friends are like "Woh-kaaaay Aishah, whatever makes you happy". But seriously I really like it! My favourite Malaysian production. It's very controversial for Malaysian standards I guess but the controversy is so freaking subtle it becomes hidden nuances in the show. Like a cover-up. Even the pre-show still is so L Word lor. It's so Englishified so I have no problem following. Rafidah wrote it so wohoo. I've been quite a fan of Rafidah since her 3R days. God. I sound like some Malaysian chick ranting about Malaysian shows. I IS SINGAPOREAN! My Pringles is getting somewhere so yay. I've had quite a busy day. My aunt and my two cuzzins going to Umrah tmr. They had to call up ppl to ask for pardon before they go. Weirdness. So if I ever do go I think I'd have to put one of those classified ads. I need to apologize to the world. I think I've made fun of at least 333,000 people in my entire life. All in the name of fun of course. No malice intended. We digress. Tmr's another busy day. Sigh. I'm not working and it's the hols I don't know why the bloody hell I'm so busy. Jeez.
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Two Timing Touch and Broken Bones- The Hives | |
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Suria showed Gol dan Gincu so I watched it for the second time. I still like it! I still cracked up at the script: "Can you don't act so biol whenever you see your ex?" HAHAHAHAAAAA. So funny.
I finally collected my portfolio(I did pretty well in terms of portfolio grading. If I had attended the tutorials for the newsletter preparation, I might have just gotten better than my B tamader) and thumbdrive from school. So I can finally do all my work. I can function again! My thumbdrive is back. Together we can make a difference! Yay! I'm still upset that Gramophone hasn't called me up yet. I know I should prob go over but I don't like going over without an invite. Argh wadever.
I've gotta go accompany my mum to the polyclinic to collect her results. She's pretty freaked out about it. Hmm. Hope everything goes well.
Today I thought about Wayne's World for some reason. I love that show. Too bad I didn't get to catch the second one. And then my house VCD rental dun haf lor! Both also dun haf. I rem mocking the "We're not wooorrrthhhhyyyyyy we're notttt worttthhhyyyyy" in college. Haha. It's soooooooooo crappy. I told MAS the movie is the shifu of our Loser Club. |
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A friend just wrote a testimonial for me a couple of days back. She said I'm surprisingly polite cos I say thank you and sorry all the time. I'm surprised people actually notice! Nothing to it really. I just feel that people have gotten so used to the phrase Thank You that it became a figure of speech. And then after awhile people just stopped saying it altogether. I don't see what's so hard about expressing one's gratitude especially where credit is due. Like, it'd really make a chef's day for example, if you say thank you for the great food. You don't LOSE anything by saying Thank You. In fact, you make their day. They do this for a living and the least you can do is verbalize your content at their service. You know? I mean... yeah. Just say it dammit. When an uncle drives you from one end of a continet to the other, the least you can do is say thanks. He did YOU a favour. Just because you paid doesn't mean that you can get away with being a total bitchy ingrate. The capitalist world is no excuse for the lack of geniality. And what's with people who don't say sorry when they commit a mistake? You're blocking someone's way, you fucking move and apologize. You stepped on someone's toes, you apologize. Don't turn around and "Tsk Tsk". I smack your face! It's not so much manners. It's just....I don't know the least you can do as a person. It's the basic fundamental, without which, you're pretty much nothing. Where did I learn this from? Well from BARNEY of cos. I still remember that Please and Thank You song I loved so much. Such a courteous purple dinosaur. I hope watching Barney with my baby cuzzin educates her as much as it does me. Someday baby-Misha will single-handedly turn me EMO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo. Haha.
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Today I'm supposed to finalise the vague idea I have in my head by drawing it out. But I don't feel like it. I am depressed these days. I guess it's the natural after-effect of a good holiday and then you come back to the real world. And it's pretty much a bitch. Went to watch XMen with the rest last night. And it fucking sucks. Me and Raven were so pissed off cos Ben Foster only flew around for like less than 8 minutes. We have been severely cheated by those posters featuring him prominently almost everywhere. Tamader! Even Kitty had a larger role than our favourite delinquent actor. Pui.
Wanted to drown my sorrow in retail therapy yesterday but didn't find anything worthy to buy. So we ate and ate and ate. And me and Hana were laughing quite abit over Secret Recipe's Babycinno.
Waitress: "Ma'am here's your Babycinno."
Me: "Oh thank you. But where the fuck is it? I can't see it!"
That's an imagined scenario of course. Someday I'll hang out at Secret Recipe when I'm down and have those Babycinno sake cups as substitute for Vodkha. "Gimme one really strong shot of Babycinno please. Oh fuck it, just make it a doubleshot" Har Har.
Aainoo is being a bitch cos she has a thing against Asia. She will only travel to non-Asian countries. So she won't go with me to Chatuchak. Damn you Aainoo! I wannnnnaaaaaaa gooooooooooooooooooooo.
Today I'm up to nothing. I've been watching Queer Eye For The Straight Guy episodes all over again. I used to love that show. Cheers me up considerably. I'm addicted to Same Same's Supermodel "I'd like, like to get to know you better...I'd like, like to get to know you better...". But they're still substandard to Hidell and The Moffatts. God just reunite already dammit. I sure hope they at least swing by over here to Singapore. Then me and Fai can go insane. HAHA. I didn't go to Gramophone cos no time. Maybe I'll drop by tmr then head down to school to collect my things. Sigh. |
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I've just received news that Youth.sg wants my Banned In Da Singapura article I wrote for The Ridge. Coolness to the max. I think Youth.sg is revamping itself pretty nicely. A couple of months ago, I read some of the blog entries there and I cringed. Now, they have zillions of events there. So that's always good. I'm thinking of participating in the Scrapbooking thing. With the FCC peeps. I think it'd be darn fun. I need to think about the Pringles can design. I've been slacking around too much. I have a very vague idea. I am just way too lazy to execute it. I think my design won't be viable though, cos it's too punkart instead of popart. Popart needs clean cuts. Maybe I should get Fai to help me out. Should I? I don't know. She is definitely more versed in Adobe Illustrator. But there's something irritating about telling someone how you want the design to be and since it is pretty much a subjective aesthetic value, ideas would definitely clash. The need to compromise has always been one of my weaknesses. I can't compromise when it comes to work-ideas. And it sucks. I wanted to go over the NTU for the exchange programme. But their website sucks and I can't see what modules I can or cannot take. It's nonsensical. Plus I already promised Alan I'd take Advanced Publication with him next sem. Oh shoot I'm late. Need to watch X-Men and sign up for Gramophone. Please lemme get into Gramophone. Please please please please.
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