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.