that was fast.
but it was obvious, anyway, wasn't it? why would something like a simple, utter lack of choice stop the average singaporean sheep?
Thursday, June 30
06-30-05_1715
dawn says she's like limeade. the Minute Maid kind. with extra pulp.
joyce says she's like cherryade. i don't think any one makes cherryade.
joyce says she's like cherryade. i don't think any one makes cherryade.
Wednesday, June 29
the (not so) fantastic four.
i just came back from the premiere of Fantastic Four.
boys and girls, when this movie comes out in July, don't go and see it. it's not worth your money. if you really want to see it, go watch it at Princess or something, where it costs six dollars to watch it. but even so, you'd better really want to see the eye candy.
at least the premiere party didn't make me walk away from the cinema like it did yesterday with War Of The Worlds.
again, boys and girls, Tom Cruise, Steven Spielberg, United International Pictures and Cathay are big, big pricks. more on that another time, when i'm not blogging from my Dashboard.
boys and girls, when this movie comes out in July, don't go and see it. it's not worth your money. if you really want to see it, go watch it at Princess or something, where it costs six dollars to watch it. but even so, you'd better really want to see the eye candy.
at least the premiere party didn't make me walk away from the cinema like it did yesterday with War Of The Worlds.
again, boys and girls, Tom Cruise, Steven Spielberg, United International Pictures and Cathay are big, big pricks. more on that another time, when i'm not blogging from my Dashboard.
Tuesday, June 28
Saturday, June 25
Friday, June 24
hide & seek
i don't think i've ever managed to get a front-row seat on a double-deck 23 at night before. it's a different experience, one that would have been even better if the windshield wasn't covered in that silly advert vinyl. but you know what they say about beggars.
i'm so close to never coming back to school it's not funny any more. but i know i can't not go back. between now and when i start working, i need a couple of years where i have a vague direction and some routine to take the edge off things. it's not so much an edge as the prepice of a five-storey-high cliff, just there and waiting for me to jump off.
a silver Hyundai Accent with blue rings of neon in the rear windshield and under the car just flew past the bus in the left lane. not saying a lot, considering buses are limited to fifty kilometers an hour.
oh. we're on the expressway. and i wanted to enjoy the ride.
i'm so close to never coming back to school it's not funny any more. but i know i can't not go back. between now and when i start working, i need a couple of years where i have a vague direction and some routine to take the edge off things. it's not so much an edge as the prepice of a five-storey-high cliff, just there and waiting for me to jump off.
a silver Hyundai Accent with blue rings of neon in the rear windshield and under the car just flew past the bus in the left lane. not saying a lot, considering buses are limited to fifty kilometers an hour.
oh. we're on the expressway. and i wanted to enjoy the ride.
shucks.
everyone's gone home, it's so quiet here. perfect. except the window doesn't open wide enough.
i need to lose weight, don't i?
i need to lose weight, don't i?
Thursday, June 23
what's going on?
what is going on? i don't think i understand anything anymore.
not a new feeling, but, still.
not a new feeling, but, still.
already late
i've just woken up, properly, and i'm already late.
i feel no fear about flying blind into PComD and PEPrn today. taken normally, minus the abbreviations, those are Professional Communication for Design and Product Engineering Principles, respectively. For each, a report is due. the former's is half-done because i no longer know how to proceed beyond what i have already done. the latter is undone because it involves building a bridge made of plastic straws and writing a reflection journal about the process.
there is too much thinking involved in all of this. report-writing? wasn't this supposed to be design school? it feels as bad as business school. but at least at business school i won't have to come up with my oft-mentioned twenty sketches of twenty hairdryer design concepts.
i feel no fear about flying blind into PComD and PEPrn today. taken normally, minus the abbreviations, those are Professional Communication for Design and Product Engineering Principles, respectively. For each, a report is due. the former's is half-done because i no longer know how to proceed beyond what i have already done. the latter is undone because it involves building a bridge made of plastic straws and writing a reflection journal about the process.
there is too much thinking involved in all of this. report-writing? wasn't this supposed to be design school? it feels as bad as business school. but at least at business school i won't have to come up with my oft-mentioned twenty sketches of twenty hairdryer design concepts.
Wednesday, June 22
in between
i'm post-shower, pre-leaving the house. tonight is the Initial D preview show. i don't know why i feel such a conviction about going to these preview screenings. it's probably because it's the last semblance of normal, stable family life i have left.
other families have problems sitting down to dinner once a week on sundays, we're lucky to meet for three hours once a month for a movie.
and aren't movies supposed to be the most antisocial social activity possible?
i am coming to the point where i no longer feel a need to do anything. i've lost an semblance of motivation or drive or whatever it is i was supposed to posses, being a student. this will probably get me debarred.
grey's anatomy will cheer me up. i'll have a bumper viewing tonight. two hours. too bad my other sister got whisked away to bangkok. onward tomorrow, post Initial D, pre-PIDP1. hopefully whatever i have and will come up with will be of sufficient quality to negate the lack of quantity.
right now i wouldn't mind being thrashed into the middle of VSCP2 and being forced to deal with the undoubtedly immense amounts of stress and pressure and work. because for the most bit, the work doesn't take up much impact in terms of physical needs. you don't need a huge desk to do A2 sketches on. you can do half your work on the fifteen-inches of virtual real estate that's vertically supported on the hinge of your PowerBook.
and let's face it. coming up with twenty separate design concepts for hairdryers on twenty separate A2 sketches is not a walk in the park. i wish i could just worry about what to title a book.
but if, i move, my place, in line, i'll lose.
other families have problems sitting down to dinner once a week on sundays, we're lucky to meet for three hours once a month for a movie.
and aren't movies supposed to be the most antisocial social activity possible?
i am coming to the point where i no longer feel a need to do anything. i've lost an semblance of motivation or drive or whatever it is i was supposed to posses, being a student. this will probably get me debarred.
grey's anatomy will cheer me up. i'll have a bumper viewing tonight. two hours. too bad my other sister got whisked away to bangkok. onward tomorrow, post Initial D, pre-PIDP1. hopefully whatever i have and will come up with will be of sufficient quality to negate the lack of quantity.
right now i wouldn't mind being thrashed into the middle of VSCP2 and being forced to deal with the undoubtedly immense amounts of stress and pressure and work. because for the most bit, the work doesn't take up much impact in terms of physical needs. you don't need a huge desk to do A2 sketches on. you can do half your work on the fifteen-inches of virtual real estate that's vertically supported on the hinge of your PowerBook.
and let's face it. coming up with twenty separate design concepts for hairdryers on twenty separate A2 sketches is not a walk in the park. i wish i could just worry about what to title a book.
but if, i move, my place, in line, i'll lose.
Tuesday, June 21
Don't Phunk With My Ears
i keep hearing "Don't Phunk With My Heart" advertized on television, together with the Motorola E680i.
so irritating.
so irritating.
06-21-05_1932
everyone's going crazy. this semester is appearing not to work out for anyone i know. of course, there are those who whinge but i could still care less about, but when those i choose to surround myself with are equally frustrated, then it must be a wide-spread thing.
what am i doing?
what am i doing?
Monday, June 20
06-20-05_1904
quicker than a ray of light. and yet still not fast enough to be sharply and crisply captured on my RAZR.
Friday, June 17
sous la pluie.
i just noticed the thunderstorm. two immediate thoughts:
1 - i should have brought my jacket out, and
2 - i want to go out and walk in the rain.
1 - i should have brought my jacket out, and
2 - i want to go out and walk in the rain.
Saturday, June 11
hummingbird
i'm still sick. and my father is coming over.
i want to shout at him. i want to bolt the door. i want to call him and instruct him not to come over.
i want to call him, shout at him to not come over, and then bolt the door.
i'm putting Interpol on, because X&Y is copy-protected and hence i won't buy it. i'm blogging while pretending to work. i'm blocking out the world. i'm sick and tired and i don't know what i want to do, in the next fifteen minutes, days, months or years. i'm panicking, i'm paranoid, i'm impossibly placid.
his goal in life was to be an echo.
i want to shout at him. i want to bolt the door. i want to call him and instruct him not to come over.
i want to call him, shout at him to not come over, and then bolt the door.
i'm putting Interpol on, because X&Y is copy-protected and hence i won't buy it. i'm blogging while pretending to work. i'm blocking out the world. i'm sick and tired and i don't know what i want to do, in the next fifteen minutes, days, months or years. i'm panicking, i'm paranoid, i'm impossibly placid.
his goal in life was to be an echo.
Thursday, June 9
supervixen
i'm getting the urge to throw everything i own out through a plate glass window again.
yes, that includes the PowerBook, the RAZR, the Wireless Mouse.
but maybe not the iPod.
yes, that includes the PowerBook, the RAZR, the Wireless Mouse.
but maybe not the iPod.
Monday, June 6
respite, addendum, section two
i mean, i don't like having to deal with power/water utility bills. i'm eighteen years old. i don't live on my own. i don't see any reason at all any typical eighteen year old needs to deal with any bills at all, in fact.
this in addition to my first uncle's birthday, my first aunt's bringing us out to brunch, my sister coming home past midnight, my sisters and brothers moving in with me at my grandpére's because they've lived past the eviction date at chuan park without another place to go to, them messing up my life, my mom flaking out, my father spending SIXTY THOUSAND DOLLARS on frivolousness and pleasure-seeking in less than two weeks when he said he took it to start his next business venture, me having to find out about the frivolity through subterfuge--finding out that a company selling buns took over the shop space my father said he was going to use.
i don't see why i need to be the one to take my brothers and sisters to apply for their identity cards, replace their school smartcards, give them their allowance, worry about where they are, worry about what they're doing, worry about what time they're back, decide between what they need and what they want, decide if it's okay to get them what they want, basically parent them.
so, i bitch. if you have a problem with that, then find means to express it that do not involve complaining about my bitching. bitching about bitching is something that only a select number of people can do well, and i'm sorry to say the pair of you do not. at all.
suck-cock face indeed. how droll.
this in addition to my first uncle's birthday, my first aunt's bringing us out to brunch, my sister coming home past midnight, my sisters and brothers moving in with me at my grandpére's because they've lived past the eviction date at chuan park without another place to go to, them messing up my life, my mom flaking out, my father spending SIXTY THOUSAND DOLLARS on frivolousness and pleasure-seeking in less than two weeks when he said he took it to start his next business venture, me having to find out about the frivolity through subterfuge--finding out that a company selling buns took over the shop space my father said he was going to use.
i don't see why i need to be the one to take my brothers and sisters to apply for their identity cards, replace their school smartcards, give them their allowance, worry about where they are, worry about what they're doing, worry about what time they're back, decide between what they need and what they want, decide if it's okay to get them what they want, basically parent them.
so, i bitch. if you have a problem with that, then find means to express it that do not involve complaining about my bitching. bitching about bitching is something that only a select number of people can do well, and i'm sorry to say the pair of you do not. at all.
suck-cock face indeed. how droll.
respite, addendum, to do
things i either should have done or really have to do:
-settle the power bill for chuan park before it overlaps onto the new owner's or, even worse, nullifies the deal and leaves us with the debt again
-log onto internet banking and prepare statement of accounts, for self-verification, male ex-parent's verification, and [long overdue] to confirm that the transfer made it over
-send in my Epson A3 printer for repair. extremely, irrefutably, unarguably overdue
-what else am i forgetting?
-settle the power bill for chuan park before it overlaps onto the new owner's or, even worse, nullifies the deal and leaves us with the debt again
-log onto internet banking and prepare statement of accounts, for self-verification, male ex-parent's verification, and [long overdue] to confirm that the transfer made it over
-send in my Epson A3 printer for repair. extremely, irrefutably, unarguably overdue
-what else am i forgetting?
respite, addendum
is there a point left?
i have a weird-ass schedule. one class on monday, one class on tuesday, no class on wednesday, and a crazy pair of full days on thursday and friday.
meaning i don't see my VSC friends, more or less the only people i like enough to hang out with in the whole of Temasek Polytechnic, almost at all.
and then, there was today. so is there a point left?
i accidentally sent my RAZR flying across the bottom lip of my open PowerBook just now, in Form Development lecture. three minor scratches resulted. normally that would be the most saddening thing to happen to me the entire day, but today other things happened that were more saddening. more saddening than my thousand-dollar cell phone scratching against my three-thousand-dollar computer?
i don't think i'm making any sense at all any more.
i have a weird-ass schedule. one class on monday, one class on tuesday, no class on wednesday, and a crazy pair of full days on thursday and friday.
meaning i don't see my VSC friends, more or less the only people i like enough to hang out with in the whole of Temasek Polytechnic, almost at all.
and then, there was today. so is there a point left?
i accidentally sent my RAZR flying across the bottom lip of my open PowerBook just now, in Form Development lecture. three minor scratches resulted. normally that would be the most saddening thing to happen to me the entire day, but today other things happened that were more saddening. more saddening than my thousand-dollar cell phone scratching against my three-thousand-dollar computer?
i don't think i'm making any sense at all any more.
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