I gonna say goodbye to my friendster blog today. It’s not a bad blogsite, but I can’t really customize it like other blogsites. I’m shifting over to http://www.iammymaster.blogspot.com/ I’ll continue my ramblings there. See you there.
Before I begin, any koreans or people with any korean blood in them might want to leave now.. You might not like what I’m gonna say next….. Right, if you’re any of the above and if you’re still reading this you obviously don’t know english, or you’re a stubborn korean. My weekend was once again spent taking photos for my assignments and doing THE shoebox. The shoebox is suppose to represent me as a person and if I had a choice, I would hand up a crushed up shoebox, with kitchen knives stuck into the sides. "Here’s my shoebox, my life, ME. I’m a messed up person that’s why I crushed the shoebox and I like sticking knives into things. Hey, I haven’t tried sticking knives into a person yet. Can I try it on you, teach?" Also, a good part of my weekend was also spent watching VCDs. I didn’t plan for such a weekend… it really started when I peeked into my dad’s closet and found a throve of vcds there. Definately the product of one too many trips to JB and beyond.. Of all the shows I watched, one really stuck with me. It’s a korean movie "Everyone Has Secrets." starring Lee Hyun B something and 3 GOD-SENT actresses. The story’s bout this guy who triple times 3 sisters and in the end, you find out that he’s actually some kinda divine individual that goes around having relationships with girls so that the they in turn know how to love and be confident about themselves. Quite a refreshing change from your standard "I swing a sword, you shout argh! and die" movies. I’m actually quite a sucker for those love story kinda movies and serials, especially the jap ones. The japanese make the best serials period. They tell only what needs to be told and then they end it. Jap serials are rarely draggy and each 1-hr episode is end to end solid storytelling. I end off with another funny thought again… why does korean sound so funny? Sounds like… you know… like a tape recorder played backwards.. Koreans, you’ve been warned.
Not even sure whether anyone is reading my blog… but I don’t mind doing this for my own self-amusement. Well, to all the readers, I’m back after a few weeks hiatus. In actuallity, only 2 weeks have passed, but it feels longer than that.. wait.. I should be saying "it feels shorter than that." shit.. I’m turning into a schizoprehnic bastard. It feels long because the last 2 weeks have been TRULY torturous.. feels short cause so many things have happened in this 2 weeks… more than my last 2 years at least. I start with the definition of "torture". A certain individual in design school is turning out to be quite a pain in my f***king ass. I must REALLY accentuate the "F" here. She’s my design fundamentals tutor, Darth Soon. She rejected my project on her VERY FIRST lesson, making my group waste $4 on a stupid F-uped cardboard.. On top of that, she holds the record on the time spent explaining why she’s so angry. I know you’re angry and I’m BORED. Talk to the hand biatch. It’s gonna be difficult to satisfy someone so high up her pedestal.. just my god damn luck. Don’t get me wrong though… she’s not the worst I’ve seen, right Mr Poon? (My sick, fat bastard JC physics tutor.) This weekend, we have 2 days to take 9 photos based on impossible themes. I’ve burned my whole weekend running around taking pictures like a hongkie tourist. ON TOP OF THAT, I have to submit my shoebox design concept tommorrow to her… shit.. Batman, you bring fear to those who prey on the fearful.. PLEASE! get rid of Darth Soon?! Now, for the good. I was asked to help out a 2nd yr Film & Video student with a project. I and one of my classmate were to "star" in an advert about Ferraro Roche which turned out later to be about Ferraro piracy.. The whole affair was quite tedious, but fun nonetheless. I’ve also come to a conclusion… S’pore is getting really hot this year. When will it snow? My class has gotten really close with one another recently. Sometimes, they get too close for my own comfort.. like a pack of rabid children let loose onto the world. The atmosphere however, has been wonderful. JCians don’t know what they’re missing out on. Last of all, I end off with another funny thought. A certain irritating individual has in recent weeks, turned out to be something else in my eyes.. I really couldn’t stand her at first but something just clicks when we bicker… plus, why do girls like to tie their hair? You all look more beautiful with your hair down. Honest.
I have received interesting feedback over the weekend… several of my friends want to know why I wear my pants so low all the time. Haiz… the reason is actually two-fold. Firstly, I like to wear loose pants! It’s always good to keep things airy and cool down south right? Plus, it’s comfortable.. why not? Secondly, size is also an issue here. My waist is actually between the size of 28 and 30. 28 is WAY too tight for my preference and 30 is my preferred size cause loose is always good. The perfect would be 29, but who does size 29s for pants?! Rare… very rare man. So there you have it people! Wearing them low-slung has its’ reasons, partly due to society’s inabillity to make size 29 pants. =)
Today was a killa of a busy day. Woke up at 7, project discussion at 8.30, lessons till 12, lunch at ang mo kio and a 1+ hour bus ride from amk to changi and back to camp. Had to run around collecting signatures from all my officers for ORD clearance… shagadelic. To top it all off, Topman had their relaunch party today with discounts on their new autumn range. I told myself, since I had time to burn, why not? Ended up queuing the longest of queues and what turned out to be an all new "autumn collection" was just some new pieces mixed with LOTSA old stock. Dissappointing time wastage. However I got new jeans and some berms. Not bad. Now here comes the cake. I got selected for the topman top spender draw. The winner gets to have a 1 yr supply of topman shoes and clothings!!!!! Beat that! Just when I was leaving the store feeling all lucky, the annoucement came… my top spender earnings had been replaced by someone elses’. F**k… what luck. I end off with a weird thought.. When I was in camp, my officer in command suddenly grabbed hold of me and said, "Do you know you’re very handsome?" My first thought was GAY!!!! Funny thing is, this is not the first time I’ve been told so and even funnier is the fact that I think that I’m f**king the opposite…. I wonder… what do good-looking people(minus celebs) think bout themselves? Are they confident about themselves? Are they always popular? or just very much alone…
Tommorrow I get my IC back.. the feeling is kinda strange really. When I was in the army, I wanted to get out… when I’m finally out, I find the reason to want to go back in again. Although it’s like my fourth day in DMD, the pressure’s steadily mounting… the lack of exams is replaced by a REAL fuck load of assignments…. I haven’t studied for 2 years, give me a break alright. Another point. Art’s a real costly business. Selling art earns you lotsa cash, but making some cost the same damn amount of $. I’m using my own bloody savings to pay for all my course art materials. It’s closing in to about $200 and my mum hasen’t given me any sort of allowance yet. I don’t know if she ever will remember to give me some but I haven’t been taking from her for 2 years. Some how I start to adhor the need to ask my mum for money. Dad’s outta the question cause I can’t imagine talking to a fucked up person like him. NS… I gonna really miss all my camp mates man.. Countless days lazing around with no aim, no purpose, no life, talking cock all day with no worries. We lived for the moment and that kinda life was blissfull in a way. On top of that we got paid every month. Everybody’s saying that ORD is a closing of a nightmarish chapter and the start of a brighter one.. How ironic. I don’t quite feel that way now… I may have just closed the book on one of the happiest times of my life without knowing it and opened a nightmare.
Started poly classes today. On tues, classes start at 4 and end at 6… Lame. On wed and fri, I get off during lunch. Sweet! More hair colour variations than a psychedelic rainbow paired up with odd-ball carefree personalities….the essence of youth and creativity in design school. Even the lecturers defer from your common breed… of course there’s the monotonous speakin teacher who knocks in the sleep wave, but other then that, we have those that get lost in their own lectures.. go figure. I’m still quite intimidated really… This is WAY out of my comfort zone.. cvillian life. However I’m gonna be here for awhile, so I’ll might as well lick it up…. like a lolipop. =}
Was out today shopping for some Ts and guess who I saw. Fiona Xie!!! Female Goddess in the flesh and hipster jeans! She was at wisma walking around, browsing through stuff… you know the usual. What really struck me though was that she was all alone. FHM’s Hottest Female of 2005 all alone amongst the clothing racks of wisma. Someone did approach her for a photo. SNAP! Thank You, giggles and back to good old lonely fiona xie again. Could she, for all her fame and looks, be lonely?? It’s like chocalate eclairs in a way. Everyone knows they’re good. Everyone also knows that they’re oh so sinful… So everyone jus goes on ahead, looking at the eclairs, some taking a nibble but leaving the eclair almost entirely on its own. Me? Not me. I don’t nibble. I swallow eclairs whole. Chocolate fudge, shortbread and all… damn.. Mrs Xie, jus say the word. I’ll beg, grovel and plead. I’m yours…
HAHAHHHAAAHHAHAHHHHAHAHAAHAHAAHAAA!!!!!!!!!!! =}
Drove with my dad by my side today. Throughout the journey he was screaming, "Edwin, you’re too close to the kerb! Slow! Slow! Edwin! What’s wrong with you arh?! Where got people move to the right to allow oncoming cars to cross!!!" He then finally ended off saying, "Edwin, I still feel you’re not ready to handle the car on your own yet." Now that really takes the cake. Its been what… 6 bloody months since I’ve got my license. I did not spend 1.2k for a piece of plastic and to say," Papa, could you drive with me." I spent 1.2k of my own god damn money so that i can god damn drive my ownself around and not have someone shouting by the side. F***… call it care and concern for a son or whatever, but this really stinks of lack of trust. No matter how well I drive, how slow I go…. It’ll never be good enough for my dad. Knowing my dad the only way he’ll let me drive is if I buy myself a car… fine really. Be that way then. I’ve had enough of his f**kdup old school tutorials. But then again… since when has he trusted me? Since when have I been good enough for him? Hell… since when has ANYONE been good enough for him. Shit.. some dad I have.
What a champs league final man… 3 goals down at half time, 3-3 6mins after the break and a 2nd penalty shootout I’ve seen in the week. God I hate penalty shootouts… the @#@%@ suspense man. For those who watched did you see the way dudek moved?! F**ckin break dancing at the goal-line… but he saved 3 shots and psyched serginho out AND he saved a shot from THE MAN Schevchenko.. NOW, WHO THOUGHT DUDEK COULD DO THAT. StevieG and Carragher… my heart goes out to the both of them. Excellent game man. F**cking top-class game.
