FACE DOWN – red jumpsuit apparatus

I don’t feel the same excitement for CNY this year.

I wonder why.

THERE’S A CLASS FOR THIS – cute is what we aim for

I swore I would write a shit ass long post about the principal this morning when I was feeling extremely, extremely unbalanced and super emo but I am too tired for it.

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.

FLIGHTS OF FANCY – west grand boulevard

Daphne Khoo is no more. They even rerecorded this song. Apparently I need to be updated on local music history. This version existed before Daphne Khoo came around.

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? =\

STAND STILL, LOOK PRETTY – the wreckers

Gladys and I went to Vivocity from school today via the tortoise-speed 61 (at least this time the air condition works) so she could buy her CNY clothes and I could watch her try on them. Haha. I tried on my favourite skirt from Forever 21 (which I had eyed, like, half a year ago) while Glad decided whether or not to buy her top. But before we entered the fitting room, there was this stick thin girl in front of us.

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?

DON’T START A BAND – reel big fish

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.

MOVIE SCRIPT ENDING – death cab for cutie

Sometimes I feel as though I’m playing a role in my own movie and then there is me the Audience watching.

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.

LLOYD, I’M READY TO BE HEARTBROKEN – camera obscura

The editing suites of DV Express and FCP were like warzones today. Everyone was rushing their fine cut to make it for the deadline. I don’t think a lot of people managed to finish their edits and end up having to hand in on Monday. I feel bad for taking an hour of Leon’s slot so I can export. However, as the ditzy person that I am, I completely forgot about the log sheets and didn’t bring them. I FORGOT you have to hand in post-production paperwork. So even if I can hand in the tape on time today, I don’t have my log sheets in there. Sigh. It’s never a win-win situation.

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.

BUILD GOD THEN WE’LL TALK – panic! at the disco

Okay, it is time to panic. Tomorrow’s the deadline for Dramapro #2! All of a sudden I feel like I haven’t been doing enough. Ulp. I need so many more sound effects and suitable music… Caroline’s found some great effects but I need more music AND television sound. Oh boy. Guess I have to wake up at 6 tomorrow so I can use an extra hour to edit. But at least it’s not as bad as Sulaimi’s Non-fiction edit. At least my file is still around and not gone. Poor Sulaimi.

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.

DON’T WAKE ME UP – the hush sound

Gladys wanted me to go to Arab Street with her so she could get a floor rug for her new (purple) room in her sister’s new flat at Jurong (which I only found out about TWO days ago). We went to this carpetry shop and there were carpets draped all over the floor that Gladys and I weren’t sure whether or not we can wear our shoes in. I mean, these are NEW CARPETS!

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.

EMERGENCY – paramore

I just accidentally deleted a post. Ugh.