links:



tsunamihelp

tsunamimissing

tsunamienquiry



and an interesting related link.



have a safe new year everyone.

merry christmas everyone.

last night i waited an hour for the bus, and when it arrived, it was full, so i took the mrt instead. i took over one and a half hours for a journey that takes less than half an hour.



but enough griping about public transport.



so i went swimming this morning, with a pool full of old men. fit old men i might add. only later other age groups started appearing. toa payoh swimming complex is still about the same as i last went which was years ago. the biggest improvement is that the changing room shower cubicles actually have doors now. though this hot shot father decided to not close the door while he rubbed himself under the shower. sure everyone loves to see your pale ass contrasted with your tanned body mate.



after that i went to toa payoh central and decided to try the chicken foldover that's so hot and hip right now. you know what, it's nothing fantastic. it's just...another menu item in macdonald's. anyway, true to the saying that macdonald's gives you malnutrition and indigestion at the same time, my stomach has been feeling gurgly and weird since lunch, and i wasn't particularly satiated either. ugh. bollocks to macdonald's. and as usual, the actual product doesn't match the adverts. my foldover lacked all them vegetables in the tv adverts. i had a sorry cut (it wasn't even a slice) of tomato. and the fucking foldover is being promoted everywhere. on signboards at the door, on the flat screen tv in macdonald's and on the pa system outside macdonald's cleverly disguised as a radio show. wtf man, i was bombarded with chicken foldover propaganda the whole time i was near and in the premises, and right now too as my stomach struggles to make some sense of it. by the way, macdonald's employees refer to the foldover as cfo. i know cos i heard the auntie over the counter say it. and she even said it to me. "your cfo will be brought to you in a while". ugh no more macdonald's.



anyway, i just switched on the tv and that fantastic show heartlanders is on. and i just heard the funniest line on it. some crime boss is talking to a kah kia on the handphone -



"Make him (Vincent Ng) a pariah cop! Make everyone hate him! Har?! I pay you to ask me how?!"



and Vincent Ng just said -



"Auntie, Dere is a lot of shood dis and shood dat. Like, parents shood be arert of deir chilren."



Screw you heartlanders. even steph song and the other chick couldn't save the show.



by the way here's some more amusing dialogue courtesy of jiwwo. here's some context, we're talking about the clocks in my room. the wall clock always moves faster than the rest of the clocks in the house, ever since secondary school. that's as far back as i remember. also i have a lot of clocks in my room -



logical fallacy says:

my room always has too many clocks

logical fallacy says:

i have about..4-5 clocks in my room

logical fallacy says:

and only the wall one is moving faster.

logical fallacy says:

hmm

where's the bloody star?! says:

I FOUD THE STARRRRRRR

where's the bloody star?! says:

you have so many for wat siao

logical fallacy says:

it just always ends up that my room has a lot of clocks

logical fallacy says:

not on purpose

logical fallacy says:

quite mysterious innit

found it! HEE says:

yeah finall y done

found it! HEE says:

wats so mysterious

found it! HEE says:

it just means the batt nto workign

logical fallacy says:

er..i do not even understand your reasoning

missing koala bear says:

your batt not workig lor

missing koala bear says:

maybe

logical fallacy says:

yeah. its not working thats why got a lot of clocks in my room. yep sure explains it

missing koala bear says:

harhraharh

missing koala bear says:

I DUN CARE

missing koala bear says:

maybe gravity

logical fallacy says:

yeah sure that fucking explains it too

missing koala bear says:

explains everything

logical fallacy says:

gravity pulls all the clocks into my room

missing koala bear says:

theres more grabity in that area

logical fallacy says:

yeah. and it attracts only clocks

missing koala bear says:

only THAT clock

logical fallacy says:

yeah so gravity attracted one clock into my room while the others just sauntered in

missing koala bear says:

harhar thats really dumb

logical fallacy says:

im glad you realise what youre being

missing koala bear says:

shut up pest

missing koala bear says:

YO IMNG

logical fallacy says:

i promise you this is going to be posted on my blog

missing koala bear says:

waht?!?!

missing koala bear says:

YO MING only wat

logical fallacy says:

you and your great gravity theory

missing koala bear says:

just like how

missing koala bear says:

gravity affects me MOST strangely enough

logical fallacy says:

what has it got to do with you now.

missing koala bear says:

see?

missing koala bear says:

thats why im in taf

logical fallacy says:

dont give your appetite euphemisms

missing koala bear says:

hARHRAHARHAR

logical fallacy says:

moron

missing koala bear says:

bwahwah

logical fallacy says:

find it amusing do you

logical fallacy says:

see how amusing you find it on my blog

missing koala bear says:

WAT DID YOU SAY



yeah that's it. my stomach still feels weird. ugh.

download it before it gets banned.



i went jogging today. i almost passed out. after 2 rounds around the track. holy shit i am super fit.

so last night i was on my way back home from town. i'm in the bus and for some reason it's reached maximum capacity (or not. maybe just some morons near the back who aren't moving to the back). so i have to think small and stay really still in order to not get slapped with any lawsuits. so this guy sidles up to the pole which i'm holding onto and proceeds to lean against it, pressing his whole back onto the pole, getting comfortable settling against the goddamn pole and my hand.



now i'd like to take a moment here to say to all you goddamn moron pole-leaners out there: fuck you.



it's not like i don't fucking do it, but i only do it on the mrt when there's like no one in the fucking carriage who seems like he/she's going to grab onto the fucking pole next to me in the near future. i'm fucking holding on to the goddamn pole when this moron comes to lean against it for fuck's sake. that's like, double the inconsideration and triple the moronity if these attributes can be measured.



so i'm standing there, carrying my bag of purchases in my left hand, bag slung across my body and my right hand being violated. the sweetest thing is, the goddamn moron doesn't even realise he's leaning against my fist. my knuckle ridges not prominent enough for you fella? how bout if they were in your goddamn face? maybe the sensation of my fist against your mouth would be of a more pleasing nature?



yes of course now if it were some hot girl who were pressing herself against my hand i wouldn't be as bothered by it. well not in the way i'm bothered about this. i would be all gentlemanly about it and be like ahem excuse me you are pressing your hot self against my rapidly melting hand. ho ho ho what a charmer i am. BUT this is against moronic pole-leaning in general, focused upon one male perpetrator. shit like hot girls pressing themselves against me don't happen.



anyway so i tried to move my hand higher up the pole so that i won't have any corporeal relation with him and the moron turns his head about and looks at me sideways from the corners of his eyes like i'm some goddamn fool who got his hand trapped there. i'm sorry mr moron. i'm sorry my hand got in the way of you being an inconsiderate asslicker. so he kinda shifted his weight about and i moved my hand higher up the pole and guess what, he fucking settles down again now that he really has the pole to himself. hey schmendrick, the bus is fucking filled with people, i'm sure they love seeing how you're being a goddamn stripper against that pole right now.



anyway i look around, and i see that every pole near me has a moron leaning against it.



seriously, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?



are we a goddamn society of retards. cos it sure feels like i'm in one. only thing is, i'm not as retarded as the rest of society is.



yes yes you'll probably say why didn't you say/do something about it? i'm a very non-confrontational person, which is like a nice way of saying i'm yellow. not skin colour you fucking moron, stay with the context here. anyway i was too tired and zoned out to even be a sentient being last night. so get off my case, i'm not the one i'm prosecuting here right now.



oh yeah and more thing, this is for microsoft. why do the motherfucking windows updates always not install themselves immediately after they've been downloaded, and only try to install themselves immediately after you switch on your computer again? making it so that the computer has to be restarted immediately after it has just been restarted? every fucking few minutes the fucking cheebye windows updates reminder window pops up and says this shit has to be installed to take effect. hey fucking microsoft fuckhead program, why didn't you just fucking install yourself last night when i downloaded you you goddamn motherfucker. now i have to fucking restart so that i can be free of your fucking annoying reminders. thanks for giving me the fucking gorgeous choices of 'restart now' and 'restart later', when all you're going to do is fucking annoy the bile out of me every few minutes by reminding me again.



by the way, fuck service pack 2. i award service pack 2 the golden middle finger award for Dec 16th 2004. moron pole-leaners got the award last night for the 15th in a late last minute surge to victory, overtaking people who expect you to move out of the way without saying a goddamn thing to indicate that you are in their way. fuck those people too.

"Downhill Battle is a non-profit organization working to end the major label monopoly and build a better, fairer music industry...Our plan is to explain how the majors really work, develop software to make filesharing stronger, rally public support for a legal p2p compensation system, and connect independent music scenes with the free culture movement."



"Bannedmusic.org is a peer-to-peer collaboration that makes it impossible for the major record labels to ban or censor musical works."

dig this.

wah lan oeiiiiiiiiiiiiii.



upgrading is nothing compared to what i just got awakened up by loh.



downstair the coffeeshop got some kind of karaoke thing going on loh.



hokkien kua that's louder than the piling thing loh.



wah lan oeiiii.



i want to put my guitar amp at the door and play some improvised solo along with the songs loh.



buehhhh tahannnnn ah.

guess who i saw in town today boys and girls.



he and another guy were selling his book from a trolley cart thing with a signboard above it in city hall outside raffles place where the escalators to the mrt are.



it's good old J.B. my friends. good old J.B. Jeyaretnam.



there were quite a few people buying his book for 20 bucks and getting him to sign it. i wonder if they really wanted to read it or just wanted a souvenir. i wanted to get one but in the end i didn't. i don't know why. should have though. and if you were wondering, yes there was loud and clear voiced advertising by jeya's buddy. jeya doesn't do that kind of thing. he's too classy. "Come on my fellow singaporeans yadayadayada". ok i'm not too sure if he said come on people or come on my fellow singaporeans. i blame chee soon juan and his booming voice, in orchard road advertising for his book, for messing with my memories.



i have to admit i don't know much about him and his stand. all i know is that he's antagonistic to the PAP. but one thing is for sure. the man sure has some hella funky sideburns. take a look at em mutton chops man. those things are the shit. i'll support him for his sideburns alone.



anyways if you people want to get more jeya in your system check thinkcentre out. i've had it on the link list on the left for yonks but i haven't been there for yonks too. think i'll head on there to see what's boiling on the anti-PAP front.



on a more conspirational front, when i tried searching for the jeya image on google the second time, the search results were empty. zilch. nada. not a thing at all. is the PAP regulating the net? i think my ip address is being watched now. mmmm...

yes i know it's been quite long. but it's only been 11 days. im back and gotten used to the weather after a while. and am currently spending my time being bored at home.



my area's still being upgraded and the whole place is in shambles. and also, it's really dirty and noisy. but somehow i'm not really bothered by the noise. pretty amazing i should think, seeing how the last holidays i came back i took a while to get accustomed to the normal ambient noise here. anyway here's two photos to show you the construction sight of the construction site that is my area. (big up to sheik haikel and the other cap/hat wearing guy for the lame pun. asia bagus is old school sgidol asian style don't forget that. but you can forget about the fame awards.)







right see here's the pounding thing that's just below my kitchen window at the moment. a whole lotta piling is going on down there right now as i type this. but at least the suckas downstairs have sped up their work. the other day i was at the window watching this lone guy work the thing (yes yes i was that bored), he just gave it a few whacks and he went off for some extended coffee break or whatever. the whole day to just pound one steel beam. then suddenly over the weekend they got really enthusiastic about the whole thing and pounded like 4. and now they've reached the window next to mine. so mine is next. pound that bastard. and pound it hard. by the way the steel beam's under that hexagonish hammer thing that's right in front of yellowhardhat.









and here's a closeup of that rickety looking thing that's waking up infants and senior citizens (and me) within a 500 metre radius. i wonder how they get the steel beam to get in totally straight everytime. you can kinda see the sucka bending forward to have a closer look at elvis knows what. but he's probably just having a breather. a breather from pushing a lever yeah it's tough work. i always see guys knocking the beam around at the sides with hammers and or kicking it and shit. but how do you even get something so huge to budge with a hammer? when you think about the level of expertise that's involved in construction work and relate that to the sight of these guys working in a construction site, it's just...you can't really connect the two. i mean hey, just to fucking file a piece of metal nice and flat and smooth or hammer a nail straight in was a pain in the ass in D&T class. these suckas do this shit on an exponentially larger scale and realise this, the building you are currently inside of has not collapsed and has lasted for years.



think about it. would you actually use the crap you made in D&T class? i wanted to, but i mostly didn't in the end. my fish slice would've scraped the top layer of metal off the wok. my garden spade couldn't dig shit. the only thing i really use is my photo holder, and even that's a flimsy piece of shit. could never get the edges to be as smooth or as nicely rounded as you want. and my O level project? my guitar stand with a score stand at the top of it? i didn't even collect it back from the school after the exams.



yeah this post is not really about anything. just thought i'd take a picture of the view out of my window again to compare with the one i took and posted about a year back. i even included a bit of the bamboo pole holder in the first pic just like the last time. i should link it here but i'm too lazy to search which month it's in. you guys go find it yourself.

oh packing is such a chore.



i think i'm done.

more fuel to the fire.



it's over. it's finally over. my school year is over.



now i've got a week to just chill and hang around and do whatever. catch is, i'll be doing all the chillin' alone, but that isn't too much of a change of scene for me.



back in singapore in about a week compadres. that should be ample enough warning for all of you to change your handphone numbers or just keep a look out in general.



=w=eezer rocks.

4 essays in a week is not good people.



i am struggling to even get started on the 4th one. i am so sick of doing essays.



ugh.

sing it to my soul yeah.



"Across the Sea" is still an all-time favourite.



because rock is important.



|oo|

more signs of overwork:



last night(this morning) while taking an approx. 2 hr nap from about 4.30-6.30am. i had a dream about the references in the essay i was working on that was due today. i was bringing my flatmate mindy around to these hella abstract places. proper physical places. but they were really abstract. and i was all like. see this is blahblahblah! to mindy and gesturing at the place. and the places were all physical manifestations of my references. trippy. one place was all blue and like some empty street thing but was actually a narrow corridor. i wonder which reference that was.



you don't need drugs to have have trippy visions y'all. you just need to overwork.



today. i am a zombie. and as a result of the lethargy. i am easily depressed.



actually on hindsight, i was listening to pink floyd while working on the essay. i don't know if it was last night or two nights ago. wonder if that caused the dream. dark side of the moon does things to your moon y'all. moon? what the fuck? even just thinking of it affects my typing. does things to your MIND. YOUR MIND.



man i'm so tired.



2 more essays to go. ho ho ho. make all them words flow, tap them letters on a tempo. had a cuppa joe, rubbin' on my toe. making like i'm all, in the know. this rhyme is whack, like a bad tv show. all trying to front, like i's hawaii-five-o.



ah fuck i'm too tired.



off to get some dinner. if i make it to the food. it'd better be good. if not i'll be callin, all my boyz in da ho- oh shut the fuck up.

today as i was trying to type out "king of the hill" i somehow typed out "kill me" instead. and i didn't even realise it until i finished typing the whole phrase out.



i think i'm a little overworked.



on a lighter note, vanilla coke mixed with dry ginger ale is quite nice. i know it doesn't sound nice but it is. to me at least.



ok. the above was typed out about 2 hours ago. i typed all that out and somehow got distracted by work and forgot about posting it. distracted by work what the fuck? now i know i am overworked.



sigh

test the rationality of your concept of god suckas. there are two 'games'. the do-it-yourself deity which is a more a belief thing, and battleground god which is more a concept thing.



go for it.

goodbye jacques derrida.



i read and quoted you.

listen all y'all. check out the new green day album, american idiot. i'm going as far as to say that this is their best album yet.



but i still can't really get into the song "boulevard of broken dreams". when i first heard it i thought of nickelback then some guy wrote that it's an oasis song with billie joe's vocals on instead of the gallaghers.



but still. STILL. this album kills. mike dirnt and tre cool even sing lead for a bit.



listen to the whole album. just take an hour off and listen to it. yes you heard me right. an hour. its a concept album so just listen to it and if you can read the lyrics at the same time too. there's someplace on the web where you can sample the whole album for free. so if you're really stoked go search for that.

what the dilly-yo.



for all those who actually even wondered about what i was doing this past week or so, check here to see a lot of pictures, but not much narrative. and if you like things a little bit tougher, go find the link 'twinkle' on the left column. i was going to post pictures but most of them are there already so i didn't want to contribute to the mass garbage dump that is the internet.



anyway i got attacked by another type of bird during the past week! seagulls! yay another one to add to my list.



and other stuff i did but not represented pictorially:

- played video games overnight for two nights in sam's place.

- took naps in the day. (wasting the good weather of these few days)

- watched episodes of futurama, simpsons, a night at the roxbury which is a really shite movie, a bad pirated version of fahrenheit 9/11 and batman the animated series which sam passed me and that is thumbs up.

- thought about doing schoolwork.



aight, today's a fine ass day again and i'm going to log up some driving hours later. don't suck the ice if it's cloudy.

oh yeah i just found out from mr pinto the director that the uni charges 2000 dollars for the use of the school theatre technician for productions.



holy fucking shit. i'm doing a job that pays 2000 frickin' dollars!



knowing that makes me want more than just having my name in the program.



i think i will have some of that pizza i've been politely declining that they get every night for dinner before the show.

ok so here's the lowdown.



i got attacked by a duck today.



now it may seem like i get attacked by birds a lot if you guys can recall the first semester i was here i was attacked by a magpie. that mofo of a bird. but this time it was reasonable.



because there are ducklings in school again!



the last time there were ducklings was a year ago. and they hung out at the moat surrounding the library in front of the library cafe. and the ducklings would waddle about in the outdoor cafe area looking for scraps of food people either gave them or dropped accidentally. and the ducklings would run about under your feet and tables and chairs. how they all managed to survive without getting squashed accidentally by a foot or a bag i don't know.



but anyway the new ducklings hang out at the reflection pool now so you don't get them running about in the library cafe. which is kinda sad. i saw them two days ago and today i thought i'd go take a closer look. and so the father and mother duck were around too of course. and when i got too close the father duck became all menacing like and lowered his head at me and hissed at me with his beak open. so i was like whoah is that duck gonna attack me like i think he is? and the boid just went for it. and flapped his wings and lunged at my legs. but i just let the guy do his thing, i mean he's got to do his job in front of his lady and all. and eventually after he made his point known he went back to looking tough again around the family. so i kept my distance after that. i don't wanna make him lose face or anything with his family around. what would the ducklings think?



anyway so just now after the play, i went over to the reflection pool again, to look at the ducklings and also cos the convocation ceremony is on almost every night for this week now so far and there were a lot of people there. the graduates don't look very happy though. it's the relatives who do. but that's another boring story. and one boring story a post is already a bit too much i think.



so anyway i was thinking the ducks must be like what the fuck are all these goddamn humans doing here in the middle of the night. and you can bet your ass that father duck was having a helluva busy night attacking any sucka who comes too close. that guy was flapping and being intimidating at everyone who came near. no rest for him tonight. i decided to risk my life and take a few pictures of the lovely family. most of the pictures turned out pretty blurry cos it was night and there wasn't much light. and to be honest, i'm still shaking from my encounter with mr tough-guy drake in the afternoon. the rest of the ducks around the pool were having the time of their life scuttling about the lawn eating scraps running through the crowd. it was quite a sight. the kids around the place were having fun chasing them ducks around too. anyway here are two pictures of the family.







so here's the tough guy keeping a look out and all the ducklings hiding under the mother, or just keeping warm. but i'd think it's more for protection from the hordes of humans about the place. looks like the mother's got a huge furry foot or she's wearing furry bedroom slippers or something. anyway, at one point, one duckling popped out to have a looksee. must've been boring all squashed up under there with all your siblings. i think there's about 9 of them under there. though this lady that came to talk to us was like i think it's 6. and she was all sceptical when i said i think there are 9. she was all like "this gentleman reckons that there are 9 of them under there!" to her husband. this gentleman. what a riot. her husband wasn't too interested. he was too engrossed in getting more (free) wine for himself and her. if they'd been any nicer they'd have offered me some. then maybe i would have mustered up the courage to go closer to the ducks.









and here you can see that the dude's noticed me and is staring me down. i damn near jumped into the goddamn pool when i saw him giving me the evil eye on the little monitor screen on my digicam. yeah that's why it's a little blurry. don't knock it alrite. you see how near you dare to go near a protective animal. the only reason why i managed to get any pictures at all was cos he was too busy attacking all them other innocents who sauntered too close by. yeah so after this, i just hung about having fun watching him attack various people and saying "waattchhh ouuutttt". if you think that's a really boring thing to do, you're mistaken fool. cos there isn't anything more interesting than watching a duck attacking people and then seeing people admonishing the fella late at night in school.



ok yeah well this post is really too long for such a mundane topic. so it's gonna end now.



i think i'll drop by to look at the little duckies again tomorrow.



ps: by the way, if you're even remotely concerned as to whether i'm alrite from the attack. i am. my legs are fine cos i was wearing jeans. anyway, the sucka would've gotten a beakful of my leg hair and choke or something if i was wearing berms. so it's better for him that he couldn't injure me.



i hope i can sleep well tonight. stuff like this gives you nightmares you know.

well i guess you should have expected it. here are some photos of the production i'm doing lighting for this week. two comedies by the italian dramatic society. one's called gli imbianchini non hanno ricordi (houespainters have no memories). and the other's called non tutti i ladri vengono per nuocere (the virtuous burglar). and i'm slowly picking up some italian phrases. so watch out pasta mania.







right so here's the basic setup. this is computer lighting board sitting on top of the ancient manual lighting board. this is just what you use to control every light in the theatre. that tv monitor's connected to the computer lighting board so that you can see which lights are on and what power level they're at at the moment. and those pieces of paper are the scripts for the production and my notes. this is at the back of the theatre so i'm looking down at the stage and there's one of the actresses reading her script on stage. and that's my bottle of water down in the corner.







and here's the bigger picture. the left of the chair is part of the ancient manual lighting board. i heard you don't even see stuff like this in modern theatres anymore so i guess i'm pretty lucky to even be able to use it. but of course everyone uses the computer lighting board instead. it's much easier. the mass of wires on the right. that's where we plug in all the lights to the main electricity board. it's really hard to explain how it all works. and it gets confusing even when you're there doing it. so i'm not going to try explaining.







and this is the main circuit board that powers basically everything in the theatre i think. and look around it you see lots of grafitti and my own attempts to etch myself into dolphin theatre history. my name's on the wall somewhere else too but i claimed that little spot at the bottom there as mine.







and here's the cast and jamie the stage manager on stage doing some pre-show warm-up. stuff like vocal exercises and physical stuff. well it's stage warm-up stuff. it's quite fun to watch. that blue screen is from the projector up in the biobox. oh yeah. the biobox? it's what we call the control room. that's where i'm situated during the shows. anyway, projector projects the subtitles so that morons like me will understand the proceedings.







and here's a bit from housepainters have no memories. these guys come in with a long ladder and take turns to be on stage. left right left right the ladder goes through the doorways. and different people appear holding the ends. but that's just the start of the play. it gets more interesting.







and here's a bit from the virtuous burglar. notice the differences in set design and the lighting. even though the plays are in italian they're pretty funny. i mean i find bits funny and i don't even understand italian. well for now anyway.



ok so that's it. italian play. woohoo hurrah.

right. just spent the afternoon till an hour ago in the theatre again.



this time it's not so bad. i think i really like hanging out in the theatre. it's kinda like my territory of some sorts since i'm one of the ridiculously few lighting people in school. and if you're wondering how ridiculous. there are only 4 people who do lighting in school now. one's part of the uni dramatic society, so she is permanently doing stuff for them. one has graduated last semester, and he comes back to do lighting in the theatre cos he's got the most experience. and then you have me and mindy, who are seriously the only two people around you can get to do lighting for any production in the theatre. if you get the head technician, you have to pay the uni. so student lighting people = free. and you only get to be a student lighting person if the head technician, john doyle, trains you in his lighting course.



so i think it's pretty reasonable to say that the dolphin theatre is kinda like my territory.



anyway this time around with them italian folk, it ain't bad at all. cos i'm the sole lighting person around and the lighting operator, i'm treated pretty alrite. well i mean, the other times the the director's been my tutor or i've been just the technical person who rigs the lights but not operate them. so maybe actually being the operator gives you some status. but anyway i'm the only lighting person for this italian play so i am THE person to go to for all their lighting needs.



it's like today i was thinking, hey i'm quite big shot around here. i call the directors by their first names, cos that's how i got to know them and one of them told me to call him louie or whatever. his name's luciano. luciano pinto. and the other one's theresa or teresa and some italian surname i can't remember. something with a bunch of "r"s in it. everyone calls them mr pinto or mrs "rrrrr" or senor or senora and i'm the sucka that goes erm teresa do you want. louie! yeah i've got stature around here. ha.



the people seem nicer too. which would make me conclude that italians, or speakers of italian are nicer, but i'm not gonna generalise.



and what's more, there's hardly any lighting cues for this play at all. i'm gonna bring my notes or a magazine to read. i'm gonna be doing a lot of sitting about doing nothing during the run next week.



yeah so basically this post was to let you know how fucking important i am.



i hope they print my name in the goddamn program. it's procedure but still i always worry they don't. it's the only recognition i get. goddammit i'll get all mafiosi on their asses if they don't. i'm not scared of the godfather.

and just when i thought i made it to the clear.



i am now the lighting man for the italian dramatic society's plays for next week. and it's a run from tuesday till sunday. man oh man. and i'm gonna be solo bodoh for the whole thing.



and it's in italian. even more chance for me to miss the cues.



well at least my italian should be pretty alrite by the end of next week. i'll be cold ordering italian food in classy italian and all that. be impressing all them chicks wit my foreign talents.



sigh. what chicks.



anyway.



the set's pretty nice. think i shall take my camera on down one of these days or nights to take a few shots. never really worked with a set like this before.



right i'm off to take a nap or something. i'm bushwhacked. been climbing about rigging lights the whole afternoon. well not really the whole afternoon. but that shit ain't exactly R and R.



arrivafuckindeci you louts.

yeah screamfeeder was good. yeah! i'm liking them more and more. maybe even get the new album. singles album. should be good. too many lps and eps in their discography to start to collect. especially since i'm here and my pirating skillz are limited to when i'm in singapore for the moment.



the other band goldenmean was...ok. they were consistent.



anyway it was good. the sound was good. wondered how come gigs in this singapore always got this very distinct singapore gig sound. especially the bass guitar. too bad electrico wasn't there. was thinking of slipping screamfeeder a note to pass to electrico when they meet in melbourne. something along the lines of "why you never come perth???". one fan isn't going to make them come here but at least they'll know they're missed.



listening to franz ferdinand now. got yu to get it for me. and it's good.



yeah. love a day of good music.



makes me feel good.



the cheap beer made it better too. yeah.

screamfeeder is here again. and i'm gonna check them out in the tav tomorrow.



the worst thing is. electrico is touring with them and they're not coming to perth with them!!! they're only going to melbourne.



why why why electrico.



come to perth please electrico. the suns too.



anyway if you're interested, check out new electrico link on the left. and you can listen to the whole album here.

hey wassup. i should jump on the bandwagon but just go to here and here to see a moron picture of me and a morose gene.

i can't stop listening to damien rice's "cannonball".



i hope my flatmates aren't getting irritated with the song.

yeah i know you guys like pikchas so here's somemore pikchas to get bored over.





this is kevin and sam. some of you might remember sam from maybe a dozen posts back. we're sitting around waiting for the film screening to start cos the guy with the tape is late and we have got abbasolutely nothin' to do. and i had my camera with me cos i had to take pictures of some leaves for a media project. and so of course when bored and with a camera handy, you get some boring pictures. anyway, kevin's a moron who's camera shy, so he was being all don't papparazi me i'm a celebrity (disclaimer: he didn't actually say that). and i was all like don't be a moron. that's the diary that every student who is a guild member gets 'for free' (feckin' 55 dorrar amenities and services fee each semester sucka. how's that for free). he must be the only singaporean i know who actually uses that diary and carries it around.





yeah so here's the shot to my left which is mindy who of course has to pose for the camera. there isn't much else exciting in the photo. that's the ceiling and the fluoroscent lights. but you've already seen them in the last photo.





so prior to all these photo shenanigans and before the film screening, i was being unattentive in my comm studies lecture and decided to modify and improve on the student resistance club flyers. actually i'm not totally sure it's something by the resistance club people but it fits their image. so i was thinking the flyers look pretty tame so i added some stuff in it. and i think mine rocks more votes than the original. don't you feel totally oppressed just looking at my version. i should be designing these things. but that's pretty dangerous stuff. the pap might blacklist me as a troublemaker or something if i have this on my record. but still, i like my version better. the thing on the left in the plastic looking thing? that's my lunch, a turkey ham sandwich in clingwrap. also very oppressive. clingwrap is very oppressive. but it keeps my lunch clean and fresh longer.






and here's the back of the original flyer. more boredom and note passing. i wasn't trying to pick up any chick during lecture. it's to get contact details of fellow comm studies students. and before you say, yeah right the handwriting at the top with the dotted "u" has got to be a chick, that's kevin's handwriting. which in me telling kinda defeats the point of me blue-ing out the names and details so that no one can tell who and what it is. anyway the message below is just me laying it down all smooth cos females like it when you're all smooth and sua-vay. i got rejected though. dumb girls. the rest of the stuff in pencil is just more drawings i made. whoever can do it gets ten points for each drawing correctly identified. the top scorer will receive a picture of a part of my body that no one has seen before. not even my mirror.





yes and the final photo. this is a bird i call 'buttshaker' cos it just scurries around and shakes its patootie all over the goddamn place even when it's standing still. i like this bird. it's gotta be my favourite bird here. but the problem is i don't know what the hell it's really called. so if anyone knows, please enlighten me by hitting the comment box alright? i'm sure it doesn't like to be called buttshaker all the time, and i've been calling it that for over two semesters already.



yeah ok so that was all really interesting and whatever. that's it that's all that's all there is.

sigh. until i actually have the ability to redesign this page, i shall let thee, blogger navbar, encroach upon my title banner, seeing how no matter how much i tweak my html i can't fix it.



you shall not have the last laugh.

this is crazy. this has to be a first. why randy???? even the honky tonk man didn't try something like this, and at least his moniker is musically related. please don't respond to this hulk hogan. i beg you. there are enough weirdos in music already.



and please don't fake-pummel me for calling you guys weirdos.



by the way anyone else notice that randy is leaner than back in the day. i wanna see him cockstrut. that guy could cockstrut like no other.

just for the record in case you guys would like to know. yu cut my hair using only a pair of stationery scissors and nothing else.



i just watched the ndp on webcast at my friend's place. and the only thing on my mind besides the horrifying ordeal of watching wayne JJ lim prancing about is how boring it was. it was really similar to last year's or other years. have the ndp organisers run out of ideas? i mean how long can you keep the act 1 act 2 act 3 schtick going on? maybe it's been there all along but oh well what else could we do.



as usual kept a watch out for fuck ups during the actual parade segments and spotted one flag bearer fumbling with his flag almost tipping it over. so that was pretty exciting for us watching it. besides that. it was pretty ho hum. listening to the same old commentary when lky appears.



right. what an insane number of posts i've put up in the past 2 or 3 days. i feel like i actually am a blogger now. oh well.

oh yeah hey. happy national day everyone in singapore. eat a curry puff for me.



and yes they do have curry puffs here. i'm just saying curry puff ok. not happy then think of some other food you think i don't have here. like char siew bao.



no. we have that here too.



go away.

yeah i just closed my winamp and opened it again. and after a moment of trepidation it loaded up with all my playlists still there. yeah! thank you elvis.



but if it goddamn tries to be funny again i'll slit its throat i swear chao cheebye. i'll switch my mouse cursor image to a little scythe or dagger and slash the fucking winamp classic skin with it. several times quickly. and then to really hurt it i'll slowly drag the cursor across the interface. with a cursor image of a blunter instrument of decapitation. yeah you heard me winamp. i will maim you.



it's late time to sleep.

i just spent the last few hours fiddling with my winamp. all cos there's a new upgrade and i don't know why i even bothered to try to upgrade. then i couldn't import my old playlists over so i was like what the fuck. then i sent a help mail to winamp. but then i decided to uninstall the new winamp. so i uninstalled that and reinstalled my old winamp. and i had to fucking reload all my goddamn playlists again and rename them. and so usually the playlists just stay there. so i closed winamp and opened it again. and it was all fucking gone. what the fuck. so i redid the whole fucking thing again and i think my right forearm is going to get all carpal tunnel on me now. fuck you technology you're a motherfucker. i hope to sweet elvis that when i close my winamp and open it again tomorrow the fucking playlists will still be there. it ain't no goddamn joke to be loading and renaming close to a hundred playlists everytime you open winamp i'm telling you this. i only do this for music's sake.

today everyone saw my new hairstyle. well new old hairstyle somewhat. and everyone preferred this one over the old long one. well this one is much more manageable anyway. no more combing. just a lot of fiddling around to mess it up. which isn't really needed. but then you know how you just need to tease it and tease it but never feel like it's how you want it. oh well.



anyway had a housewarming today in the afternoon and a 'national day party' at night. i made two batches of brownies. one with walnuts one with pecans. the one with walnuts was like cake cos i mixed the egg batter too long while waiting for a mixing bowl to arrive cos i didn't have one. and so the pecan one was really gooey and mushy in the middle cos i made it a point to not beat it so much and to bake it a shorter time. most everyone liked the mushy one better. so next time i'm not going to bother wasting so much of my energy beating the goddamn batter. anyway i think i've had it with making brownies for a while. i've made four tins of brownies in the past 6 months? i don't want to be the brownie guy.



right so the housewarming was pretty dead when i arrived and the gang i hang with was hiding in one of the rooms and i was like what the fuck's goin on? why's everyone hiding here. let's go outside woohoo. anyway soon afterwards more people came and things livened up. yeah so that's about it.



then from there went to sijie's place to prepare for the 'party'. i tried to make it a party but most people didn't show and it wasn't that much of a party thing anyway. like i said to one of them. how partyish can a singaporean party get. this person's reply was is there even such a thing as a singaporean party. but it was cool anyway. just sat around, drank and talked cock. the national day thing was just probably an excuse to just get together and chill out.



yeah tonight was a fun night. hanging with friends. even though most people didn't show. it was cool. i really like just hanging around with my pals here.



anyway yeah so this is a really unusual wordy post with actual journal-like shit in it. enjoy or be bored by it. whatever. i was high for a while but after some coffee im alright now. going to sleep soon. yeah this paragraph doesn't really have points that link together.



ok goombye.



yeah and hey all i's gotta say about my sideburns is this. to all the detractors. these babies are the shit. if i shaved them off people wouldn't recognise me. i think even if i lost most of my hair and shaved my head bald, i'd still keep my trailblazers. so too bad. i rock. but i will try to keep them in check and not let them curl like a bastard. so don't be too disheartened.



ok yeah goombye. for real this time.



thanks everyone for coming to check out my hair pics. and thanks to everyone who came to the party. |oo|

yeah so yu came over early this morning and had a snippy time with my hair. and voila. here are the results.





here's me fresh from the haircut. yu took this pic.





and here's me getting my geek on.



its like my hair in the very first sem i was here. i kinda like it. means no more combing and fussing.



so whaddya guys think. tres bien?

don't hate me because i'm beautiful. hate me because i hate you.





i know it's blurry. but this isn't a competition.











yeah ok eat your heart out. here's three photos of me since some of you have been asking how i look. or more accurately, how my hair looks. i know it isn't THAT long. but it's long enough to make everyone hate how i look. except one person. and i'm not talking about me.



anyway. tell me what you guys think of it. should i cut or not? thing is. i just agreed to let yu cut my hair on friday. to just let her go crazy with it. then if it's weird then it's off to the barbers. alrite so criticise away.

quote of the day:



"did you write the muar chee bye?"

yeah rivers cuomo has added me as his friend on myspace.com.



yeah.



oh and sad news. ozma disbanded. man. that's killing off some really catchy music.



for all those people bugging me about dead blog. there isn't anything interesting going on. and my units are unprecedentedly (is this legit?) difficult this sem.



for all those people bugging me about my long hair. i know i said i felt like cutting it. but that was momentary depression and im pretty comfortable with it again. but yes i might still cut it. so don't despair yet.



ok time for dinner.

ok.



every morning and night when i go shower (what. is that amazing to you?), i wash my face at the same time. and i use shokobutsu. everytime i pick up the tube of facial wash i cannot help but be bemused and wonder about the strange workings of marketing people.



see. my facial wash has an orange cap and it says it contains orange peel oil extract. if you haven't caught on to my bemusement, it's how daring it is to have a facial wash, that's for keeping your skin smooth and pimple-free and whatever, that contains an extract from a fruit that has stronger associations with pockmarked skin than tori amos has with posturing.



yes yes i admit. i am using it. so i'm a sucker too right. anyway my excuse is that this facial wash is sent to me by my mother from singapore so i had nothing to do with the selection. and if you say my mother's a sucker for buying it, perhaps you'd like to have an intimate relationship with my fist. up your ass. (if you're getting turned on, please close this browser window and try not to come back.)



anyway. it's such a crazy pitch that somehow it worked. people are actually buying and using this stuff. it doesn't smell half bad. but still i really have to hand it to them jappy folk at shokobutsu.



fyi, there's a picture of the fruit in question on the front of the tube, and lo and behold, the picture is of a completely smooth-skinned orange. with a leaf on its stem. you can tie me down and slap me around with a handbag, but i'll be damned if that picture didn't make me think that it was a peach. i had to look through the fine print at the back to see if it actually contained any peach in it. and i do that regularly, to make sure that i didn't miss anything out. it's quite hard to actually be in motion in freezing weather under a shower that squirts out hot boiling water and ice kosong at sporadic intervals, so i do quite a bit of reading in the shower.



well so you see, the people at shokobutsu not only thought that they were being daring and all that when they decided to use orange peel oil extract, they decided that they could make fun of consumers too with their derring do. they included a picture of a peach on the packaging and expected people to pick up the tube, look at it and think oh my, my face will be as smooth as an orange. and think that an orange actually looks as fucking smooth as it does in the picture. we're talking about an orange here fer fuck's sake. find me a smooth orange that feels like a peach and i'll try to find you a peach that's as rough as an orange.



anyway, you guys want a better visual than "fucking smooth", walk into your nearby provision shop and see for yourself. i'm starting to freeze here.

wah lan oei. chekkit out lah. represeeennntttttt!



come perth please come perth.



read the bio dah gene, cong and yw. localpallooza! glenn ong sucks!

driving test this early morning.



almost langah into parked car beside me as i reversed out of parking bay.



examiner intervened and stepped on brakes.



immediate failure.



yeah. ^5.



try try again.



wah damn tired.



two more papers left. ugh.

ok i know i should feel happy but does anyone get the feeling of being a little cheated by this?



oh well, i'll mull over my "lost time" another time. back to essay.

happy birthday rivers cuomo.



and happy one year ord anniversary to me.



i miss the army sometimes. but not enough to make me want to go through it again. anyway there's always reservist training.



and if memory serves me right, tori amos' birthday should be around now too. innit cong?



anyway, have an(other) essay due on wednesday. and my driving test is on friday. and my two exams are on monday and tuesday. pretty packed. and i'm pretty stoked that it's going to be over soon. oh i need a break so. though these few days i haven't really been working very hard. i need a load off my mind. lots of cds on my get soon list. i'll get to those in the holidays.



well back to work. konichibai!

hey boys and girls. guess who's in town?



good old mahathir that's who. i kid you not. the mack daddy is in perth and gave a talk in uni this morning. i wanted so badly to go, as every other singaporean friend i excitedly passed the info to, but i had a 2500 word essay that needed attention that i just completed, phew. first time i stay up whole night to do an essay. strangely and interestingly, when i told a malaysian friend about it, she had no interest in attending the talk. the man ain't no myth back in the homeland i guess.



anyway, i wonder if mahathir's making anymore public appearances. i want to hear what he has to say. wouldn't it be the insanest if i took a walk in uni and i bumped in mahathir? "YO BANG! HOWS ANWAR?" the only reply i could think he would give is to shake his head and mutter "must be those singaporeans". i think that's basically the line he'd give when encountering anything distasteful and to do with asians. anyway even if he doesn't, what a riot to think he does.



GO MAHATHIR GO! FREE ANWAR! HAVE SOME SOTO MI!



i am being so immature.



so? tough nuts.

yes i know i said till thursday. i didn't bring my camera along ok? anyway, we're all meeting up after the exams for a 'movie night' where we're going to watch a videotape of the play together in cheryl's place. so for that one, i should be bringing my camera.



don't look at me like that.



i'll bring it along.

yo. so here's some photos of last night to give you a few pictures (some blurry) of what happened.





here's the biobox aka control room of the theatre. my little office. that's my laptop and then one lighting board. then a really ancient lighting board in the far right corner. this is an old theatre.





and this is this is me fiddling with the sound board. almost every night the fucking speakers cause me grief and make me go through mini crisises (crises?). as usual the left speaker is perfectly silent while its partner blares music. this theatre is so old. luckily the problem sorts itself out somehow at around 7.45pm every night, after i spend at least half an hour running up and down from the biobox to the speakers and back again again repetitively, working up a sweat. 15 minutes before the play starts. pretty creepy.





this is the lovely jill, our stage manager. totally unmean. totally unauthoritative. often seen sweeping the stage and moving props around. she still has problems pronouncing my name the way i want it pronounced. but i still love her.





and this is where the lovely jill sits during the play. the stage manager's corner. with her headphones and microphone and script under a blue lamp. during rehearsals the headphones weren't working up in the biobox so jill kept whispering into the microphone which runs to speakers in the dressing room and the biobox, and said stuff like "alooweeshus, this is your conscience." and francis said "aloysius, shave your sideburns.". the monkeys.





right. here's the set. the only thing that gets moved is that white box in the middle of the stage. it's actually grey. really light grey. the light makes the grey even lighter. but it's a moot point. when our director/lecturer/whatever steve asked me if it looked grey, i was like shrug whatever it catches colour better if it's white. then he said oh you don't care whether it's grey or not do you. to which i gave the french upside-down smile and shrug. i think he was just sore cos he spent the afternoon painting it grey.





zoom forward into the future 3 hours or so later after the play. chillin' in jill's house sipping/gulping champagne. that's beth, courtney and cheryl from left to right. this is before everyone got high and started losing it.





this is adam. he's really stoked about finally getting to booze up and party after the play. he's wearing jill's bridal veil. she says she has one handy cos she gets married so often. and this is when everyone isn't even high yet.





right. that's me in my beanie. courtney, cheryl, adam with the champagne cork wire thing on his schnozz, marianne's head, and someone's leg. adam later sat next to me and hijacked my beanie and tried to make me wear the veil. but that didn't happen. i'm not that gay. then later on beth who was a little gone already snatched my beanie off my head and passed me hers yelling "swop! swop!". they all love my beanie. adam says i look like the dalai lama. i called him a racist.





there's sabah out of view taking a sip, jill obscured by glass and blurriness, and sweetie beth smiling for the camera. yes yes her name is sabah and no i didn't ask her if she knows it's a place in malaysia.





that's marianne really enjoying her champagne, chelsea, and a spectre of adam lunging in.





people looking gone. and this was just a little into the night. marianne looks hella gone by now. adam looks surprisingly sober. for someone who in a while starts drop kicking a toy footie ball around the place and screaming like a madman.





and the next mad moment, suddenly everyone gets really gay while marianne is distracted. this is only the first of the few bear hugs i got from adam last night. i look like i'm really enjoying it. ok anyway this is the last photo. all the photos are from mindy's camera and after a while she started just taking videos of everything. so that's that.



until thursday.

woop. up super early. got up about an hour ago. i think whenever im close to drunk i can never sleep very long, considering i slept at close to 3. what an unfortunate circumstance.



anyway last night. the last night of the play. the finale. after the play we packed up the stage and then we all headed to the stage manager jill's place, stopping by at a local nightspot along the way for some "sparkling wine", which was not grape juice as i remarked to jill - "what the fuck's sparkling wine? is that juice? sounds like grape juice.". didn't get any beer cos it was hella expensive in that bar.



at the house, jill didn't have her keys so she broke in to her own house through her housemate's window to let us in while adam and i peed in her back garden. then it was time to sit down sip some bubbly (which wasn't particularly bubbly) and talk big cock. it's the first time i actually talked to everyone so much. the alcohol had almost everything to do with it. i had some fun calling adam a racist and yelling at them, "hey all you white people! listen to me! HEY WHITE PEOPLE!" but they're cool about it. i think. anyway, it was really fun. and all the pictures are in mindy's camera and she's still asleep at this time so i can't get it from her. she doesn't get up till i wake her for lunch, or lessons, or breakfast, or whatever.



anyway this thursday for the final tutorial/workshop of the semester for theatre, our lecturer/tutor/course-coordinator/director steve, told everyone to bring whatever they want, food drinks whatever and we'll have a two hour party thing in which he will also do the summation of the course or whatever he's planning to do. no one's really caring about the summation or whatever anyway. everyones just caring about the good times. anyway i'm going to bring my camera along on thursday to get some decent photos of everyone. so you guys will get to see the crazies i've been spending a whole lotta time with this semester.

sup sup.



last night was the first night of the play. and it was really good. i actually really enjoyed myself watching them on stage even though i've watched them do the scenes for countless times over the semester already. the way everything just came together made me smile and shake my head and marvel at how suddenly everything is falling into place. then of course in such a situation, it had to be up to me to scuff up a sound cue. came in late for one. but no one seemed to mind too much.



anyway, on the sound front, there aren't many cues for me. so i spend a large part of the play just sitting around watching the show. for the house music i've gone through a bit of my music collection and picked stuff from sigur ros, aphex twin, death cab for cutie, broken social scene, explosions in the sky, damien rice and bjork. there's an ozma song in the play itself too. and representing on the local front for house music, we have aspidistra fly with the track 'sea glass'. i wouldn't be able to feel happy with myself until i've stuck in something from home.



everynight, i lug my laptop, my file containing the script and my notes, and my water bottle (which by now is dented in 3 places) to the theatre. so i don't really have the space to bring my camera along to take photos. but i think i'll try to bring it for one night at least to get my share of pictures. more to take photos of the people than the place. well, we'll see.



it's the home stretch.



a semester of hard work and too many rehearsal hours.



i'm starting to miss the people already.

what is a loy?







a loy is tired.

wooo i just got back from the pantomime. i'm officially the sound/lighting operator but i'm gonna be doing sound every night. i'm the 'floating entity' in the control room so my jobscope encompasses everything. its pretty fun though i didn't have that much fun setting up all the lights and putting in all those late nights in the theatre. but as the lighting guy in the control room, blake, said the other day, it'll pay off when you see the show come together. and yep, i'm feeling pretty happy. moreover i got to play dj by selecting the house music cos somehow they forgot to set it before the show. oh and i got a free beer. i hope this is a staple for every night. oh and i got a free pantomime t-shirt too. supposed to wear it tomorrow for publicity but i have no school. i'll wear it anyway. solidarity. right. i'm not feeling hungry like i thought i would cos the past two late nights in theatre i've gotten really hungry. oh well. i'll wait for it to strike. two more nights of pantomime to go. then it's a week of preparation and rigging and rehearsals for my main production for my english unit. and then its a week long run. then finally. finally. i can get some rest. i should say time. cos i need to study and do all the work and essays that i won't have time for this few weeks. ok. i didn't mean for this to be such a boring diary post. so you can never come back here anymore.



theatre yeah.

goo morning lalies and gennermun.



i have a philo essay due tomorrow which i should be doing now, but i'm a bit bloated from all the philo researching i'm doing so it's time to let you in on another crazy weekend in perth.







everyone, this is sam. my main kaki in arts. last sem we had 3 common units. and we were in the same tutorial for one unit. this sem we have yet again 3 common units. and we were gunning to be in the same tutes for all 3 units but one of the tutes we opted for had so many people they split the class in two, and so we were seperated. very tragic. speaking of classes, me and sam just skipped our philo lecture at 9 and philo tute at 10 to do the essay. yes, i am using the time conducively.







what we were doing on this saturday was we were going to check out this music store that sam had seen from the bus on his way to somewhere called just music. we were supposed to go during the one week study break but i was too busy trying to study and whatever else. anyway we got there and it's a pretty cool place. got cheap guitars. not as cheap as in davis. but if i had to compare what i know in perth to what i know in singapore, just music would be the davis of perth. but with much better guitars. anyway. we got on the train to go to fremantle after the music store. this is sam on the train.







after eating at mcdonalds and walking around fremantle, we went to dome and chilled out a bit. he bought me coffee and also paid for my ice cream at mcdonalds. so we read some papers and i got excited over this sensational headline. anyway, if you look closely at the photo, it's of cambodian? viet? women marching in formation and carrying AKs. A to tha muthafuckin' K. i was too engrossed in the headline to pay attention to the photo.







later on, we walked around a bit more then went to wait for the bus to get home and supposedly get crackin' on the essay. he's not really posing for this shot. he was messaging his mother on his handphone.







on the bus. see that sun. that sun stays on our left for the whole journey back. and if you remember that ocean that you see in the train picture, the sun sets over that ocean in the evenings. and that is what you see whenever you go home from fremantle in the evenings. a hella relaxing view of the sun over the ocean on your left. i didn't take any photos of it though. that's so cheesy. one thing i should mention. notice sam is listening to something. the other headphone is plugged into my ear. and what we're listening to is local music from singapore. yeah baby. sam is a local music fan too. we listened to the oddfellows, stoned revivals, leslie low, the observatory, rita chao, the padres and force vomit. we've been sharing our treasures with each other. and know what, it feels really chilled out to be listening to 'the unity song' and coasting by the ocean with the sun about to set.







k final photo. that's me suckin' on a starburst lollipop and sam being excited about some cheap car rental company that we're passing. yeah yeah i realised all the photos are of sam and little else. when i feel like being a tourist and take photos of scenery instead i'll drop you guys a note.



back to work bitches.

ok kiddies, the comment box doesn't seem to be working in the previous post. so if you guys were putting up suggestions for me could you put them in the comment box for this post? or the post two posts ago? spanks a lot.



if they weren't suggestions, you can post it up again if you're bothered to.

yesterday was labour day in singapore? i didn't even know. did old soon juan hold a rally again? i hope he did. sucks to have holidays falling on saturdays.



anyway, yeah the radiohead concert was cancelled cos thom had some throat infection. so i didn't get to hear it on radio. but triple j was pretty efficient about things and they played about half an hour of their set from glastonbury last year i think and another acoustic set recorded in the bbc. the acoustic session was fantastic. just thom and jonny. so in the end, i did just spend the night in my room with the door closed listening to radiohead.



well, i'm way behind on schoolwork. and the school server that hosts the recorded lectures (that i have been missing) is down. so i can't do anything about it.



i've been busy sorting out sounds and music for the main play i'm involved in. sitting by the stereo searching for and playing assorted sound effects while the rest are rehearsing. it's quite a chore finding the right sounds like the right dog howl or rustling leaves or bullshit like that. anyone out there got any sounds or music that might be suitable please give a shout out to me. the play is "Gertrude - The Cry" by howard barker. it's quite jacobean and it's pretty dark and really emotional. and it's got sex and breast sucking and cock sucking in it. so if anyone's got any ideas or suggestions for music, that would be cool. so far, i'm trying to incorporate some radiohead, sigur ros and depeche mode in it. well actually just a sample from depeche mode.



yeah so that's it for now.

yes it has been pretty long hasn't it.



but well i didn't have anything interesting to say. which means i didn't really do anything interesting. but that doesn't mean i've been a hard worker in school either. i think i'm slacking off quite a bit.



things are getting hectic. i seem to be getting involved with more and more theatre productions. but i'm gonna try not to be part of the one that's coming up that's being put on by the university dramatic society. it's their take on smurfs which they call 'smerfs'. i gotta get my nose back into my books.



anyway i recently hijacked my flatmate, mindy's, mini fm receiver after i found out that the local radio station, triple j, is going to be broadcasting the entire radiohead concert from melbourne tonight. ok, you're thinking, a shitty little receiver. what's the fun in that. but when i hook it up to my subwoofer and speakers, baby it's like a hifi system.



in just a few days, i've heard the get up kids, countless oz acts, the new pj harvey single and a thom yorke interview. ahhh and tonight i'll be chillin' out to a whole live radiohead concert straight from melbourne. yeah, oz radio is definitely a million times better than radio back home.



do you hear that cong? radiohead and pj harvey. and every other act you've always wanted to see. eat it sucka. i'll tell polly you said hi.

the dvd and the blue album deluxe aint out yet. but a friend helped me check out the prices. the blue album deluxe is 44 dollars while the dvd is 35 dollars. and that's in oz dollars.



i am so going to have to cut down on my spending after i get my hands on those two.



if you go to the weezer site, you get to download or view clips of rivers and matt sharp playing together at one of matt sharp's campus gigs. it's a hella significant performance in the history of =w=. and from there you can get to matt's page where you get two more clips. nothing like seeing them two together and hearing those falsettoes again. no offence to scott shriner but matt was an original weezer. as one of the more vocal audience members hollered out in one of the clips, "matt and rivers. the way it should be."

i just finished my essay on pulp fiction last night. and i hate it. ugh.



should i rewrite should i rewrite should i rewrite.



yeah i don't have anything much to say up here but i thought i'd say something about schoolwork since everyone seems to be posting up stuff about schoolwork anyway.



well that's all, time for lunch. and more mulling over my essay.

due to violent protestation, i will now state that all the recipes for the stuff i talked about in the previous entry were obtained from wanyu. but next week i might be making some cookies with a friend who has this recipe. so that'll probably be my first try at a recipe that wasn't gotten from wanyu. also my first time trying to make cookies. so it might suck. but my hope is good.



see how lah hor.



oh and nothing really interesting happened this week. it just got hot and cold and hot and cold. i had more theatre rehearsals. i went to a stage lighting course. oh wait. something happened mid-week. but it's probably not very wise to put it up here. ask me about it and i'll tell you in private maybe.



that's all. get out of here.



oh oh and the weezer dvd and blue album deluxe edition isn't out in oz yet. so that's a little disappointing. will try looking for it again in a week or so.



ok you can get out now.

well another weekend passed. it wasn't as exciting and happening as the previous two. but still it was good. the weather's been going mad and its 41 degrees today. the heat is crazy. thank god for air-con in the flat. makes me not want to leave the flat to go to school. but of course i still went. but you can bet your life i made my way back to the flat as quickly as i could. i made pancakes which were more like crepes on sunday morning with an orangey-mango sauce with banana in it and i made brownies in the afternoon.







and this is what it looks like. the smiley face wasn't on purpose. the eyeholes were just holes i made to see if it's done and the mouth. well the brownie just cracked that way. see that darker centre part of the slice. that's all sticky gooey chewy while the outer covering is hard and crisp. needless to say, it was fantastic. those who have tasted my brownies before will know. it's almost all gone by now. saving a bit for some others. but i'm nicking bits of it from the fridge every now and then. how could i resist. ha.



well that's all for now.

if you guys have a sony imagestation account, there're more photos to look at here. the password's "xan".

had a fanfuckintastic weekend. headed down south to mandurah to sijie's place. went with bunch of my friends from hall. we went crabbing, which is just trying to catch crabs with nets. and went to a crab fest there. it was hella fun. and sijie has a great place down there.



check out the photos at the usual place.

wot a night i had.



we all met up to celebrate adrian's birthday.





this is the main gateway to what i presume is the chinatown area in perth. hopefully from the following photos you can see the sheer magnitude of the place. oh and i'm taking this from the inside of chinatown. chinatown doesn't have a road through it.





and as i turn around i get this view. see this lane. ok you can see the end of it. at the end is just a right turn and it links to the opposite of chinatown. which is another similar lane like this. also lined with eateries. the whole place is wide as maybe two of the main gateway that you see in the first picture put side to side. yes that's how huge chinatown is. it is what you would call quaint and cosy. in other words, ridiculously small. behind those two cold girls (it wasn't that cold) are the guys waiting to get in the restaurant. oh and it isn't really that bright at night in chinatown. i was just fooling around with the iso settings on my cam.





we ate here. last night was the second time i ate here. and last night was a much better experience than the first. probably was shy the first time i was here with the rest last semester. this time. we stuffed ourselves with the cheap good chinese food. i was a happy boy.





after dinner we went over to sernwei's place. he shares it with his sister and three other people. this is him being a gracious host and offering me some wine and several empty bottles of beer. very gracious.





we watched some terminator 2 on tv. and i realised that some scenes were cut from the version we got in singapore years ago. what a gyp. hurrah for late night oz tv.





this is me and adrian. and some random people in the background.





this is me and adrian and some more people. we care not for conventional photo smiles.





these are the girls. jun, yvonne, qq and mindy. with two random guys at the back. some of you might recognise my photolurker profile.





ok time for names. i can't get away with being lazy for every photo. at the back that's raymond from hongkong, damien, sernwei. then in the middle it's mindy, adrian, qq and yvonne. then in the front you have raymond from singapore and a bum we picked up on the way back.





after the booze and madness, the night ended with me in someone else's jacket and drooling on qq's lap. if you look at 5th photo at the really red person that is allan, you will be looking at the person who crashed into bed way before the night was over. by the way, qq's got one of the ugliest pyjama pants ever. that's why it looks like i'm resting on curtains or a tablecloth.



right. there are tons of other photos. but it's a bitch to load everything up. and i'm sure you don't want to be loading up so many damn photos when you come here. if you ever do.



ok time to do my laundry and do some work today. hurrah for first week of semester 2.

aight you know you wanna see them. here's my great flat this semester



more to come later. of other mundane inane stuff.



aren't you so fuckin' excited?

what a mad day it's been today.



in my new room in hall now. it's great cept that i don't have a single drawer. and got a pretty shitty clothes cupboard. so it's quite a mess. but i'll live with it. the flat has an air-conditioner so that's really fantastic cos it's so fucking hot now. and it's strong enough to cool the whole flat with four bedrooms, a dining area and kitchen. it's really very nice. didn't dare to expect much. but it's all good.



feeling very very tired now. after the day. went to friend's house first after arriving in airport. then after that came to hall. then started to unpack a little but was too fucking tired and not in the mood. asininely, friend took my laptop into his house and forgot to take it with us when we left. so i only got my laptop back in the evening when they all went back to their house and came back to hall again. then it was a slow invasion of the flat in hall. everyone came to hang out and looksee. and it was cool. i was pretty happy and crazy today. and living with 3 other people in such close proximity is better than i thought. at least for now.



now i'm just really tired. my back aches. i feel a sore throat coming on. i probably am going to fall sick. there's a ton of stuff that needs to be done. and i have a philosophy lecture at 9 tomorrow morning.



looks like this semester won't let up anytime soon. and i've only been here for half a day.



aight off to sleep soon.

aight i'm off. back to perth. back to perth.

i.am.hating.packing.so.so.much.

represent!



wonder which part they're in.

oh oh oh what a chore packing is.



i haven't even started and i really don't know where to begin. floor is littered with barang i'm planning to bring back. including this bunch of photographs which i didn't bring the last time. don't really know where i'd keep them also once i've brought them over. together with stationery and toiletries, it's all very heavy already. not a single piece of clothing packed yet. not yet even really considered what i still need.



it's pretty close now. 5 more days or so.



here. there. here. there.



what a commute.



haven't gotten it into the brain yet whether i'd miss stuff here. but of course i will. i don't have any thing that i want to do one last time before i leave this time. so... i guess tt's pretty good. maybe i'm already used to it. i just wish i can skip the whole packing and flight and unpacking and damn lugging of luggage around. it's not so bad if you take all those things away.



i'll be away for most of the year this time. well, that's the plan anyway. no playing my guitar. no sleeping in my bed. no late late nights at home walking into the kitchen and looking out the window and smelling the early morning air. no stereo to listen to. no downloading for one semester. no food anytime you want it.



oh well. let this be a good semester ahead. please.

it was a pretty packed sunday.



first up went to chinatown in the morning with my mother. walked around people's park and looked at the knick knacks being sold behind people's park complex. amongst the things i saw that day were:





this guy who was tapping and irritating snakes to promote some kind of balm or whatever it was. risky stuff.





this bored kid.



then later on in the afternoon i walked over to clarke quay to meet dot and liam and some others for this short film screening by wee li lin. it was quite good. some nus people interviewed dot, liam and their friend geraldine after the screening. i was supposed to be part of the interview too but i didn't have ovaries so i didn't matter so i just kept out of the camera guy's view.





here's liam looking bored cos dot isn't here yet.





and here's dot who arrived a bit later, about to reach into her paperbag for her gun when liam looks like she's about to complain.





and here's liam suddenly brightening up after realising dot's intentions, as dot leans over to afford her a glimpse into her paperbag.





and here's liam sticking out her tongue in relief with some strange guy who seems to have stolen the snakeguy's shirt, and who can't seem to look straight too.



well that's all. an eventful sunday in my otherwise uneventful life.



now back to thinking about what i have to bring back to perth.