I am sad to say that Number 3 is a freelancer whose last day was Thursday. Sob.

I FOUND A NUMBER 3. It’s the same kind that would make Lia go eyerrrrrrrrr.

(Ever since I started working, my temper began to get shorter and shorter.)

(My nose is peeling. Ughhhhh the annoying aftereffects of not putting sunblock on my nose.)

Onto the more important things… I’ve started my internship. It’s so tiring being a production assistant. I have to check wardrobe (which I fear the most out of everything because a missing item can mean going back from location to get that jacket or scarf…), control traffic, keep up artistes’ appearances, log wardrobe continuity, make sure part-timers fill in the forms… biasgbaiwentasdre. Did I mention I have to wake up at 4am? But at least I have it slightly better than Mel.

Next week’s schedule: Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday

Want List
- black skinny jeans
- Coverse all-star velcro sneakers
– slippers
- Lancome powder
- Macbook
- DSLR
- The Academy Is…’s new album
- Sims 2: Seasons
- Sidekick II or 3

It’s CNY Day 2 and the house’s pretty quiet today compared to yesterday. Xi, Ru, Juan and I went to Vivocity to catch Dreamgirls instead of sticking around the house and being bored to tears. I think it was pretty good. The songs were fantastic. It’s just that, there were so many acts that it almost feels like I’m watching a television show. But still, Jennifer Hudson was awesome and Jamie Foxx was the shizz. He was so damn hot.

Want List
- black skinny jeans
- Coverse all-star velcro sneakers
– slippers
- Lancome powder
- Macbook
– DSLR
- The Academy Is…’s new album

A bunch of us photowhoring in my room after dinner. No large versions because large versions and pixelly and ugly.

I wonder why.

But still, didn’t the school teach us to remember our roots? Is there anything wrong in wanting to go back to our secondary school to visit our teachers and reminisce about our past years…? I was seriously DAMN FUCKING UPSET when they told us that people with dyed hair and “indecent” attire may not enter the school compound. WTF!? I’VE BEEN OUT OF THIS SCHOOL FOR 3 YEARS AND NOW YOU STILL WANT TO CONTROL HOW I WANT TO LOOK? What’s this nonsense about influencing the Secondary 1s to dress the way we do? COME ON. They wear school uniforms. We wear our clothes. It’s their business if they want to dress like that when they are out of school, isn’t it?

Thinking about it just makes me feel emo all over again. And string a long line of swear words. Goddammit. I really miss my teachers. Do you know how fucking upseting it is to stand at the carpark and not allowed entrance and then see the familiar teachers walking inside and you can’t even talk to them? WHAT’S THE LOGIC IN THAT?

I really, really, really hate this. I was so geared up to go back school to talk to the teachers and eat the canteen food I haven’t been eating for so long. I don’t even care nuts about the performance or whatever – I even asked if we can return to school after the celebration so not many of the students will be around (and we can’t “influence” them) and the answer was still a big NO.

If you judge us by how we look and claim that we are “bad students”, will we give a damn about coming back? This is so ridiculous. So much so for not judging a book by its cover, wtf.

This morning is like a morning for phone calls. My supervisor called me to tell me to come down to collect the script later this week, and just after I brushed my teeth, the radio station called me to tell me to collect Good Vibration Festival 2007 tickets on the day itself at Fort Canning Park from 3.30pm to 9.30pm. Should I go? =\

She was seriously so skinny that I could hug her with one arm and I don’t have long arms. Her collarbones were seriously jutting out in a way that was so not sexy. My God. Gladys says she’s anorexic because despite her small waist, her legs were not skinny. But now that I thought of it, I think she’s more bulimic than anorexic.

This reminds me of a shirt I printed late last year. It say: Please Feed Ryan. I initially wanted to wear it as sort of a tribute to my favourite guitarist Ryan Ross but now that I thought of it, I think I should give the shirt to Ryan the lecturer. Anyone knows his birthday?

Last night, I had been Youtubing Jay Chou’s and S.H.E.’s and Fahrenheit’s music videos because of my current obsession with Taiwanese drama 花样. I got interested in Fahrenheit because one of the guys there is the leading actor in the drama and I only realised, in episode 10, that he and Skunk looks SO DAMN ALIKE. I’m sad to say that, after watching two MVs, I have to conclude that they cannot sing.

I went to search for S.H.E. since Ella Chen is the leading actress for the drama. S.H.E. can sing, but according to Wikipedia (everyone’s best friend), the girl band only got popular due to excessive advertising campaigns. But they can sing.

So halfway through reading the Wikipedia page, I saw that Jay Chou had penned a few of their songs and even directed one of their MVs. … Which brings me to search for Jay Chou in Youtube and Wikipedia. Wikipedia lists him as singer, musician, songwriter, record producer, rapper, director, and actor.

I was thinking about how Taiwanese artistes can make it so big in Asia and some even worldwide, yet Singaporean ones can’t. It’s not that Singapore doesn’t have many talents — it seems like the norm for guys to play guitars in secondary school these days.

I was telling Pri this afternoon (after my proclaimation of how Fahrenheit can’t sing) that very few Chinese bands actually play their own instruments. Look at S.H.E. and look at Fahrenheit. Pri’s argument was that Western bands can’t play instruments also and her example was Backstreet Boys.

Um. Backstreet Boys is a really, really, really, really, really OLD band.

Just compare. In the past, Backstreet Boys, Westlife, Spice Girls… they were all popular because of their image and music (which they didn’t even write themselves). I remember when Avril Lavigne first came out with her debut album and people were wowing over it because she writes her own songs and plays the guitar. Yet now, if you don’t write your own songs and play your own music, you are not original.

Just a thought.

Today, I was in another one of my moods because of a headache (I seem to get them weekly) and I had to meet my parents and relatives and Little India to go shop for CNY stuff. And I cannot find them. I didn’t leave with them because I went to town earlier with Pri and when I reached there, they told me they were at a coffee shop and expected me to find them.

But um hello. I’ve been to Little India less than 5 times and most of those times is only to change a bus to go to Bugis. HOW THE HELL WILL I KNOW WHERE?

Grawr.

But watching http://youtube.com/watch?v=gMyNf6teSj4 makes me smile.

Saw Number #2 today. Feels kind of sad that I wouldn’t be seeing him for a long, long, long, long time, and then I continued to feel depressed about not seeing the other IBP mates. I’m in a really moody state these days (yes, it’s that time of the month). Major sulk.

So anyway, I have in front of me a piece of really untidy handwriting of mine when I was half asleep. The dream was really vivid in my mind so I had to write it down – even if I did space out frequently and leave a blot of ink on the page.

In my dream, I was a spy escaping from a group of enemies in this tall building set in a futuristic world. This group of people were shooting at me and I was successfully dodging each of them even though I lost my gun earlier on.

I managed to run to the car park floor (funny, it was on one of the higher floors of the building instead of the basement) when James (yes, James from NCHS. The same James they used to connect me with thanks to bloody Team Rocket.) saw me and chased after me. He was one of the enemies. So I was running and running and running and came to a music section in the car park. A section with lots of musical instruments in the car park. I gave up running and stopped in front of the guitars. I asked James if one of them was an acoustic and instead of answering, he pointed at a tag on it.

I asked to borrow his phone and ran off with it rang and showed 3 names: “Pei En” (secondary schoolmate), “Yu Xiang” (primary classmate), and “Ix” (as in Ix Shen, the ACTOR). I then ran down the stairs to the floor below and saw a group of guys (also the enemies) preparing their guns and putting bullets in them so I quickly hid behind a pillar.

Just then a group of girls came out of the lift and I hurriedly joined them so they wouldn’t notice me. James then saw me and demanded to have his phone back. Just when I was giving it back to him, his fiancée’s number flashed on screen.

Pei En, Nigel (primary school one) and Yu Xiang appeared then. (I know, what happened to Ix?) I pretended to give in, then I saw the group of girls and ran away to join them, and broke away when I had the chance. This is when my group of colleagues started to stream into the building and I escaped.

Yeah well. Dreams hardly do make sense. I’m actually really surprised that I had an action-packed dream. I don’t think I ever had this sort of genre of dream. Heh.

Went to town with Ru today to look for a pair of jeans. I feel so damn broke now (am I not always?). Bought some beads (which I haven’t for a long time so it doesn’t count), bangles and then, a pair of Lee jeans. I did actually saw a pair of black jeans, which I said in my previous entry that I wanted, but I didn’t get it for fear of being too “emo”. But yet I bought wristcuff. I’m an extremely contradictory person. Be emo, but not too emo. I figured, in the end, that this is the time to be emo. Just till I graduate and start working.

I’m in another one of my moods. The whole world annoys me and I want to kill everyone off the planet.

But on the bright side, I have FOB tickets. Maybe I’ll consider keeping them alive till after the concert.

So the two shop owners/employees (?) were sitting on the floor discussing god knows what when the two of us walked in. Gads, that guy’s accent made it so difficult to distinguish what he was saying! It was rather embarrassing the way he repeated what he said two, three times. I felt like an idiot haha but at least he was nice.

Moving on, here is the list of things I want to get
- black skinny jeans
- Coverse all-star sneakers
- slippers
- Lancome powder
- Macbook

I know, man. The list’s so much shorter this time that you would think I was content with my life.

I need to compile a list of what I want to have now that CNY is round the corner. But not before I rant.

I’m about to go for my interview in 1 and a half hour but this is so important that I just had to take Janice’s laptop to type in.

AMANDA AND TONG WAI ARE PISSING ME OFF.

Knn seriously la. It’s starting to get to the point that I see them and I siam or that I havenothing to say to them. I think Amanda and I are no longer as close as last time. Or maybe I’m oversensitive but what the hell. I’m being totally serious about what I said.

Gladys, Lilia, next time if they start saying me with Ben again, help me say Amanda and Tong Wai together ok? Argh.

Okay, I’m back from the ‘interview’, so let me continue about my horrid day.

Today, my booking slot for FCP was from 10am – 2pm. 10am, we had a briefing on the electives we are going to take in our third year so I wasn’t able to go for editing. 10.45am, I went downstairs from the Preview Theatre to start on my editing only to find a first year there. I told him it was my slot and he asked if I could give him 15 more minutes. So I said, fine, he can have till 11am.

I went to buy something to eat and head to the Proplan room to print my CV out for the interview later. I came back at 11.05am and he is STILL there. Guess what he said.

He tells me he’s exporting it to tape.

KNN WTF? SO I WAIT LOR. I WAIT UNTIL I 11.30 THEN I CAN USE.

I doing halfway right, another first year come. He asks if he can use an hour of my slot and since I’m going for interview later and have to leave early, I say ok, but I confirm with him again later. Different people got different results. This person got ask in advance lor.

I joined Amanda, Tong Wai, Ben and Faz for lunch and I thought that I wouldn’t have enough time to edit after I come back. So I called that first year and told him he could use it now. When I came back, there was no one there. Then okay lor, I continue to use.

Moral of the story? Book your slots 2 weeks in advance.

I went over to her house this afternoon after walking around aimlessly at Junction 8 with her when I remembered that yesterday I was desperately looking for M*A*S*H the movie. We couldn’t find it in Poh Kim or Sembawang Music, so we left J8 to look around the neighbourhood shops.

At one of the neighbourhood shops, beside a Prima Deli, there was this apparel shop. They had quite a few nice tops, so I thought, why not see if they had any bottoms to go with the halter I bought for CNY. I tried on two – both black – decided they weren’t worth the $36.90 and told the saleslady that I’d have to think about it.

So she gave me a black face.

Which pissed me off bad.

Bloody service. And to think it was only two pairs of pants. The other day I went to AMK Hub’s Mondo and I tried on about 6 pairs of heels before finally settling on one. I think I stayed there for about an hour or so. Unlike that annoying saleslady, this salesgirl was friendly and considerably patient (I insisted to get another new pair after inspecting the first new pair she gave me and found creases on the patent material).

Ugh.

Anyway. Photos of Ru and I to be uploaded later. Maybe.

Back to the birthday celebration. My mum, Ru’s  family and my third aunt went to have curry fish head for dinner. Just when they served us the first dish (fried tofu thing), a fight started at the carpark right in front of us. I didn’t get to see much, but I suppose it was pretty violent, since an ambulance came during our third dish’s arrival to pick up one of them.

- Funny how I see so many fights around these days. Just two days ago, I witnessed another one of a young man and a middle-aged man outside Coronation Plaza when I was on bus 74. Then the security guard was standing at the sliding doors and watching. Lmao. My guess is that the young man stole something because he kept trying to run away while two people was holding on to his arms. -

I secretly went off towards the end of the dinner to go to a nearby bakery. Ru (sadly) remarked earlier that nobody bought her a cake so I got her a small slice with a candle (which isn’t free – it’s 10cents). And then she started crying and I started sniffling and it all went from there. Bwahaha. Running taps, we are.

Photos of Gloria’s birthday surprise: link