Between the deadlines i lie still.
All that begins shall end one day.
Hope is lost in this page.
It might dawn on yet another. I know not.
Certainly not in this dark night.
Sea of fizzing stars of sephia and gold.
Drown me in thy embrace, take me away
from this horrendous thirsty night.
From this feeling of folly growing everyday.
For most grow wiser through each passing day.
Methinks that i must have been excluded from
that most exclusive list of geniuses.
For the most specular of us may see our mistakes,
But we may never remedy our foolery. The days
grow old, the night grows young. Nay. Not the night
of partying and carousing, but the night of our youths.
But even that youth in time must grow old and must die.
But what of a those who are wont to divert their desire to grow up,
Of those who are forever youth? would they perhaps
sustain the rush and tides of the sting and prick of the
thousand million trillion needles, all in synchronisation,
all together, all leveled, against their slaves, who run
In wild abandon, to seek that spark, to set ablaze something that all
shall see for miles around. They hate the children.
Something they cannot embrace. For all their sophistry,
skill and struggle. They cannot. For those that have slavern before
The Great Needles flee too fast to pause in wonder.
And seek that which was anything other than was the natural order.
So lies all huddled the children. Hated by the driven slaves of order.
Alone but for one anothers' befuddled visions and illusions, some of truth,
some of destiny and of fufuilment, others of mere light and spells.
Echoes keep them company, other then each other they have.
Echoes of what the slaves intone foolishness.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Went shooting yesterday!!! WEEE
Reclining Beauty.
Spikes.
Meow.
Freedom.
Heaven anyone?
unknown
Damn blogger cropped the pictures for me. hmmmm... but oh well. not bad either.
In its entirety >>> http://www.flickr.com/photos/pnguin/
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Depressing Ideation
I didn't go to school today. The reason being: ( your gonna love this one) i mugged hard last night so i could clear up the week before me, and do other things that I had at the top of the list" things i much rather do with my time". Such as write out that killer scriot that i haven't exactly figured the ending out. Although the teachers say that if you can't find a good ending... its cos you sort of don't have a good clear enough beginning.
But I'm digressing.
Lets go back to thoughts in mind.In the nice head clearing feels-like-100-degrees-shower that managed to clear my mind every now and then.
i couldn;t wake up on time, so i'm technically still kicking myself about how i managed to think that class was at 10. (So i woke up at nine and swore for a bit. And messaged Bee who didn't reply back. Oh well but she's in class.).i realised that there were alot of things that i could do with the time i bought today.I wondered on how could i catch up for today's misses in evaluation for non linear editing and what would i miss in audio. Its like God, this isn't the good start i plannned at all, i'm already late so many times.. and i'm using a MC in the second week. Bugger.
then something came to me. Because i was monologing to myself in the shower, and that little spark that haven't ... well sparked for weeks came to me. And i thought hey why don't i make a film about myself. A bit like Being John Malkovich. ( didn't watch that film. But hey.. there you go for the concept) But then i kicked myself again. who wanted to watch another internal film again?( and the worse thing about someone they didn't know about at all?)
I mean okay fine. My national Cinema/ film style that i could see....
Well it mostly featured the internal of the character more than that of the external. Like There;s a REASON why this old man smokes. or why this Lady ONLY wears Pink belts. At least that what i can see of it , myself.
I hate cliches with a passion.
Pang says I'm being too Avant-Garde. Or rather being so was not a really that good a thing, like gotta use the cliches sometimes. But then like the only place i think cliches work is most likely in short films and in comedy.
In shorts because you don't really have that MUCH time to establish a character. But in comedy.... its a motif that everyone's cued in to laugh.And i hate going about doing stuff that just looks like what everyone else is doing.
I'm Digressing again.
Back to the Internal monologue film thing.
I thought about it, and films i never watched like becoming Royston came to mind. Then i thought about how to actually get a job in the future. Then it occurred to me. the theme of plagarism. Project Plagarism. The thing about Project plagarism was that we utitlise the name of say a extremely well known movie. And we plagarise the movie in ways that they can't catch us. ( of course this would require extreme high familiarity in the area of MEDIA LAW)Think about it. You plagarise a director's work. Won't he/she be agitated enough to at least have a look at it? And say if its good enough a reproduction... Won't he be at least interested to meet the very person who managed to recreate what he just managed to do? and join forces with those who seem to at least to think alike? Cool. I like my idea.
Now i gotta go get that presentation about Ernst Lubitsch and that Worlds Apart script down pat for tomorrow. Sigh. i got an MC to do homework. I love my life. But yay i feel so much more better now. (Although i havent solved my sleeping habit issues. or gotten that MC) And i found Pat's Red brolly cover. yay me.
"time to work" time.
But I'm digressing.
Lets go back to thoughts in mind.In the nice head clearing feels-like-100-degrees-shower that managed to clear my mind every now and then.
i couldn;t wake up on time, so i'm technically still kicking myself about how i managed to think that class was at 10. (So i woke up at nine and swore for a bit. And messaged Bee who didn't reply back. Oh well but she's in class.).i realised that there were alot of things that i could do with the time i bought today.I wondered on how could i catch up for today's misses in evaluation for non linear editing and what would i miss in audio. Its like God, this isn't the good start i plannned at all, i'm already late so many times.. and i'm using a MC in the second week. Bugger.
then something came to me. Because i was monologing to myself in the shower, and that little spark that haven't ... well sparked for weeks came to me. And i thought hey why don't i make a film about myself. A bit like Being John Malkovich. ( didn't watch that film. But hey.. there you go for the concept) But then i kicked myself again. who wanted to watch another internal film again?( and the worse thing about someone they didn't know about at all?)
I mean okay fine. My national Cinema/ film style that i could see....
Well it mostly featured the internal of the character more than that of the external. Like There;s a REASON why this old man smokes. or why this Lady ONLY wears Pink belts. At least that what i can see of it , myself.
I hate cliches with a passion.
Pang says I'm being too Avant-Garde. Or rather being so was not a really that good a thing, like gotta use the cliches sometimes. But then like the only place i think cliches work is most likely in short films and in comedy.
In shorts because you don't really have that MUCH time to establish a character. But in comedy.... its a motif that everyone's cued in to laugh.And i hate going about doing stuff that just looks like what everyone else is doing.
I'm Digressing again.
Back to the Internal monologue film thing.
I thought about it, and films i never watched like becoming Royston came to mind. Then i thought about how to actually get a job in the future. Then it occurred to me. the theme of plagarism. Project Plagarism. The thing about Project plagarism was that we utitlise the name of say a extremely well known movie. And we plagarise the movie in ways that they can't catch us. ( of course this would require extreme high familiarity in the area of MEDIA LAW)Think about it. You plagarise a director's work. Won't he/she be agitated enough to at least have a look at it? And say if its good enough a reproduction... Won't he be at least interested to meet the very person who managed to recreate what he just managed to do? and join forces with those who seem to at least to think alike? Cool. I like my idea.
Now i gotta go get that presentation about Ernst Lubitsch and that Worlds Apart script down pat for tomorrow. Sigh. i got an MC to do homework. I love my life. But yay i feel so much more better now. (Although i havent solved my sleeping habit issues. or gotten that MC) And i found Pat's Red brolly cover. yay me.
"time to work" time.
Friday, October 12, 2007
The world scares me.
I'm not half as frightened of the phantoms that people see.
I'm not afraid of the drugs and bombs and natural disasters.
I fear not the great heights, nor moths that fly in your face,
or diseases that could kill me this next very minute.
At least not as much as I fear you.
The very people that surround me.
A sea of faces all mocking and angry,
and sad and false-led.
A forest of hands all grabbing with greed,
all consuming with hunger, all stabbing with violence.
A volley of mouths, ever closing with the awful truths,
fabrications that cause the heart ceaseless unrest,
biting of swearwords and lies.
I'm not half as frightened of the phantoms that people see.
I'm not afraid of the drugs and bombs and natural disasters.
I fear not the great heights, nor moths that fly in your face,
or diseases that could kill me this next very minute.
At least not as much as I fear you.
The very people that surround me.
A sea of faces all mocking and angry,
and sad and false-led.
A forest of hands all grabbing with greed,
all consuming with hunger, all stabbing with violence.
A volley of mouths, ever closing with the awful truths,
fabrications that cause the heart ceaseless unrest,
biting of swearwords and lies.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wrote a poem today. Angsty emo and what not. I really don't care if you think its oh so cliche or following the crowd, its just me and the words running here.
A bit on the romance side i guess. But oh well when inspiration extends a hand, i cannot resist but grasp. I admit it isnt very good according to poemy rules.
WANNABE
I wanna be an Angel, cos I
Wanna be there for you always.
But I'm only human. The world spins
Around me, tripping and twisting me
with responsibities, needs desires
aplenty. I'm not that naive.
Still I wanna be there for you,
life technicolor brightening in the
Supernova of your smile. But there
are always things bigger than me
and you. Choices made,
consequences eventual.
I wanna pick up the phone and hear
nothing, but your voice. It beats any
song they can ever play on the radio.
I never smile when I listen to the radio.
I wanna say that i wanna protect you,
Hold you close. A flower that should never wilt,
surrounded by the glass of fragility
But the door closes and the dream denied.
Guess i should have stolen the darn key before it was shut.
So all I can do now is be there always.
Loving you like an angel should, across this dark
abyss which separates and abides the unspoken rules.
Where a marble clock runs eternal.
A bit on the romance side i guess. But oh well when inspiration extends a hand, i cannot resist but grasp. I admit it isnt very good according to poemy rules.
WANNABE
I wanna be an Angel, cos I
Wanna be there for you always.
But I'm only human. The world spins
Around me, tripping and twisting me
with responsibities, needs desires
aplenty. I'm not that naive.
Still I wanna be there for you,
life technicolor brightening in the
Supernova of your smile. But there
are always things bigger than me
and you. Choices made,
consequences eventual.
I wanna pick up the phone and hear
nothing, but your voice. It beats any
song they can ever play on the radio.
I never smile when I listen to the radio.
I wanna say that i wanna protect you,
Hold you close. A flower that should never wilt,
surrounded by the glass of fragility
But the door closes and the dream denied.
Guess i should have stolen the darn key before it was shut.
So all I can do now is be there always.
Loving you like an angel should, across this dark
abyss which separates and abides the unspoken rules.
Where a marble clock runs eternal.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
The reason i dont exactly watch TV
I was watching TV on the bus today. and what i was watching was the just for variety, then just for laughs. The one thing common in both shows? Well they're IMPORTS( yeah i know thats like such an earthsh-sh-shaking fact.)
But like seriously. Why are we importing stuff like that when we can get it done locally? i mean like really.
There used to be shows like Gotcha! ( I think that was local, if it aint. it only adds to my case.) but even that was gone along with time!
So what is going on>? are singaporeans just taking life too seriously. I mean okay, envision this.
Play a prank on an uncle or Auntie.. or better still a secondary or poly ah beng.
What is the first reaction? the first choices of vocabulary? I mean like what can you see them doing when they see the poor bugger coming out to tell them. Hey yo. You been the butt of joke. On TV somemore! power right?
And okay talent.
Yeah well the talent-trend-thing is on now. actually more of the dregs of it in a way. ( the hype of it is slowly dying off, people are actually slowly becoming aware that winning a contest doesn't really get you that much more anymore.) I mean like really. IF the telly does show a talent showcase, why does it always come with a subconscious silent "youth-only" tag? i mean like why not showcase bands that aren't that teenish. After all, don't these people deserve the limelight alot more for the persistance and hardwork through their teen years and right into wherever they are right now? Aren't these guys the real talents? instead of the flukes that just made it cos of what the audience just happened to like today? I mean like c'mon. Not just the music scene. the drama scene, the wayang scenes, the visual arts scenes, anything else and the media scene( which has been done a little overboard already anyway).
Singapore has talents, un-nurtured talents that are just all too ready to show off before actually making sure that they got their act together. I mean yeah, there definitely are some who really really put in the work, gone through hell and high water. But seriously, How many have the conviction to pull through? How many are just doing it in the name of trend( being BLODDY SODDING ShEEP!)?
So yeah. Show us something better than Switchin kitchens or Stylin gypsies.
Or BAD short films( that i simply can't appreciate cos of the volume being like shit. But then some of them are bad to the point that i won't even think twice about doing. Like is THAT even a short film?)
And when you say talent, forget the damn youth tag.
But like seriously. Why are we importing stuff like that when we can get it done locally? i mean like really.
There used to be shows like Gotcha! ( I think that was local, if it aint. it only adds to my case.) but even that was gone along with time!
So what is going on>? are singaporeans just taking life too seriously. I mean okay, envision this.
Play a prank on an uncle or Auntie.. or better still a secondary or poly ah beng.
What is the first reaction? the first choices of vocabulary? I mean like what can you see them doing when they see the poor bugger coming out to tell them. Hey yo. You been the butt of joke. On TV somemore! power right?
And okay talent.
Yeah well the talent-trend-thing is on now. actually more of the dregs of it in a way. ( the hype of it is slowly dying off, people are actually slowly becoming aware that winning a contest doesn't really get you that much more anymore.) I mean like really. IF the telly does show a talent showcase, why does it always come with a subconscious silent "youth-only" tag? i mean like why not showcase bands that aren't that teenish. After all, don't these people deserve the limelight alot more for the persistance and hardwork through their teen years and right into wherever they are right now? Aren't these guys the real talents? instead of the flukes that just made it cos of what the audience just happened to like today? I mean like c'mon. Not just the music scene. the drama scene, the wayang scenes, the visual arts scenes, anything else and the media scene( which has been done a little overboard already anyway).
Singapore has talents, un-nurtured talents that are just all too ready to show off before actually making sure that they got their act together. I mean yeah, there definitely are some who really really put in the work, gone through hell and high water. But seriously, How many have the conviction to pull through? How many are just doing it in the name of trend( being BLODDY SODDING ShEEP!)?
So yeah. Show us something better than Switchin kitchens or Stylin gypsies.
Or BAD short films( that i simply can't appreciate cos of the volume being like shit. But then some of them are bad to the point that i won't even think twice about doing. Like is THAT even a short film?)
And when you say talent, forget the damn youth tag.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Doggone
Dad and mum brought home a dog last night, being in the extreme zombie mode that i was in. But i'll take some pictures soon! Sigh... I miss whisky... and I'm dead tired... and i gotta study jap. Damn I'm Whiny
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Death by homework
Man i'm senseless... Like from wayy to much stuff to do... Its like what. 4 freaking pm...
and to keep awake,
i'm playing singalong to keane to see who can reach higher... which of course I'm losing spectecularly. Buggery. And Keane isn't even on my list of favourite songs. shows how desperate i am no?
Ahhhh Ran outta coke, chocolates and now starting on chips... damn i'm seriously gonna get my wish granted and grow a little fat.
I need my holidays... Like somewhere exotic.
Australia or Japan would be nice.
London best la.
I wanna go London again, espiecially the lake district. Then i can bike around in the chilly evening mist. Damn that time they didnt allow the rental of bikes. I wish i had my camera then. Damn i gotta save up for London. Seriously. Or Australia. or maybe new zealand.
Welly well well.. back to no-lifers inc. of
eternal-seeming-never-ending-ever-piling-drudgeric-misery.
Oh c'mon.put me outta me misery.
and to keep awake,
i'm playing singalong to keane to see who can reach higher... which of course I'm losing spectecularly. Buggery. And Keane isn't even on my list of favourite songs. shows how desperate i am no?
Ahhhh Ran outta coke, chocolates and now starting on chips... damn i'm seriously gonna get my wish granted and grow a little fat.
I need my holidays... Like somewhere exotic.
Australia or Japan would be nice.
London best la.
I wanna go London again, espiecially the lake district. Then i can bike around in the chilly evening mist. Damn that time they didnt allow the rental of bikes. I wish i had my camera then. Damn i gotta save up for London. Seriously. Or Australia. or maybe new zealand.
Welly well well.. back to no-lifers inc. of
eternal-seeming-never-ending-ever-piling-drudgeric-misery.
Oh c'mon.put me outta me misery.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Hoist The Colours
Some have died and some are free
others sail on the sea --
with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green.
The bell has been raised
from its watery grave...
Do you hear its sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay heed the squall
and turn your sail to home.
Yo ho, haul together,
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die.
Man I love this song.. It's Just so Rocks! =)
Some have died and some are free
others sail on the sea --
with the keys to the cage...
and the Devil to pay
we lay to Fiddler's Green.
The bell has been raised
from its watery grave...
Do you hear its sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
pay heed the squall
and turn your sail to home.
Yo ho, haul together,
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die.
Man I love this song.. It's Just so Rocks! =)
Friday, June 22, 2007
Indifferent
A poem i wrote on the bus a while back, when i was seriously pissed with someone.
don't tell me your Different, cos i know you're Indifferent.
Don't tell me you're Different
You haven't changed at all,cos
I know you're Indifferent,
Just that you've learnt to mask your
Reactions oh so well.So just
Go away.Turn away.Do what
you want. You're annoying. I'm Indifferent.
don't tell me your Different, cos i know you're Indifferent.
Don't tell me you're Different
You haven't changed at all,cos
I know you're Indifferent,
Just that you've learnt to mask your
Reactions oh so well.So just
Go away.Turn away.Do what
you want. You're annoying. I'm Indifferent.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Clever sayings. I'm copyrighting mine. planting the darn flag right here.
Hmmm the last time i came up with something that i thought was original. ( at least i nevr heard the exact same thing come up before in my entire life. I swear to you.)
Was The script of crimson riding hood.
But it sucks.( gruesome little thing. But i wasn't refering to that!)
i mean like have you ever come up with something which just came to you in an inspiration. Then to show it to people who then show you something they watched.. or heard about. And you never ever heard of it at all?
Like i dunno.. for me ... i came up with a saying last time.
which went along the lines of " hope for the best. Expect the worst."
Well i was using it very happily. And after all it did make sense to say it to people who just was about to get into something really really big, or just lost something big and dear to them. ( the alternative to the " bad-end " one is "Shit happens" )
Then i went googling for the kick of it.
(Its fun you should try it. See if your name appears. type weird random stuff on your keyboard.. yadda yadda. Only for the bored individual.)
And the horror of it was that some bugger already said it!
A big bad bugger by the name of Mel Brooks.
At first i was like.. who the .... was Mel Brooks?!
Bugger bugger...
Then i did my homework.
You oughta know that Imdb isn't my number one Wiki.
So yeah.. i know like nuts about stars and their affairs, and the who dates who divorced.
Oh but i do know Paris just got outta jail.
I have the same philosophy with soccer and stars, celebs whatever.
Its so much more fun being it, then talking about it.
Annnniiiwwwae.
Mel brooks did have quite alot of interesting things that he said. Sayings that is. and i do agree with some.
Anyway. so what i lost one original idea. Big deal Mel!
im stating right here and now that "God Knows, God doesn't tell. "
ITS MIIINNNEE! :P
Yeah i'm bored.
Was The script of crimson riding hood.
But it sucks.( gruesome little thing. But i wasn't refering to that!)
i mean like have you ever come up with something which just came to you in an inspiration. Then to show it to people who then show you something they watched.. or heard about. And you never ever heard of it at all?
Like i dunno.. for me ... i came up with a saying last time.
which went along the lines of " hope for the best. Expect the worst."
Well i was using it very happily. And after all it did make sense to say it to people who just was about to get into something really really big, or just lost something big and dear to them. ( the alternative to the " bad-end " one is "Shit happens" )
Then i went googling for the kick of it.
(Its fun you should try it. See if your name appears. type weird random stuff on your keyboard.. yadda yadda. Only for the bored individual.)
And the horror of it was that some bugger already said it!
A big bad bugger by the name of Mel Brooks.
At first i was like.. who the .... was Mel Brooks?!
Bugger bugger...
Then i did my homework.
You oughta know that Imdb isn't my number one Wiki.
So yeah.. i know like nuts about stars and their affairs, and the who dates who divorced.
Oh but i do know Paris just got outta jail.
I have the same philosophy with soccer and stars, celebs whatever.
Its so much more fun being it, then talking about it.
Annnniiiwwwae.
Mel brooks did have quite alot of interesting things that he said. Sayings that is. and i do agree with some.
Anyway. so what i lost one original idea. Big deal Mel!
im stating right here and now that "God Knows, God doesn't tell. "
ITS MIIINNNEE! :P
Yeah i'm bored.
Tired. drained. Dunno what to say.
Tired so tired so tired!
sigh.
I;ve been sleeping earlier too.. like at 8-9 pm? madness.
Even the bench is starting to feel like my bed.
What happened to the days of 3 AM s?
Are they going away now? :(
Deaf even to the sounds of Msn and phone rings.
It scares me.
sigh.
I;ve been sleeping earlier too.. like at 8-9 pm? madness.
Even the bench is starting to feel like my bed.
What happened to the days of 3 AM s?
Are they going away now? :(
Deaf even to the sounds of Msn and phone rings.
It scares me.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
TEST TEST!
Create your own Friend Test here
Sorry Phy.. Im a sucker for such shit.. Sooo funnnn!
Funn funn fuun!
Off to watch TV now! Ciaos!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Penguins aren't shockproof. Darn buggering SD card
Wah piang eh.... some of you may have noticed from my nick yesterday, late last night that well, shit hit the fan for me big time.
See what stuff happened like this.
I was helping out in a photoshoot la, then i had so much fun shooting! =P
I mean like i didn't know there were so many effects u could do with a DSLR, one flashlight, and a coupla gels! and i sorta got to know about this cafe called Pitch Black. its a really cool chill out place. Nice and quiet and the music selections is absolutment parfait.
i took so much photos that my 2Gb card was all filled up.
anyway, we called it a day. Or rather night, and then headed to 7-eleven, where i got a almost-perfect ending to any night. A glass of VITAMILK! Woots!
ho-hum.
So i headed home, and snoozed on the bus, and probably( or most definitely because i was absolutely wasted!) by Most divine intervention, felt my ipod slipping outta my fingers, and woke up, just to catch it by the rubber. (I know how that sounds! nevermind.)
Anyway. it was like 1 stop away from my stop!
i dunno.. its like i sleep all the time on buses. All the time.
Unless there's company la!
And i rarely actually oversleep my stop.
like i always ALWAYS wake up at least 1 stop or at the stop itself exactly.
Unless I'm REALLY THAT TIRED LA.
I dunno. Can anyone else do this....
woooooo maybe its some superhero power....
Not very helpful tho. to others that is.
Im being wishful.
Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnniiiiiiiiiwwwwwwaaaaaeeee
So i reached home
Eventually.
and so i wanted to see how the images woud all turn out. Like would they be like WOW! everyone in class wanna do that effect too! like OMG so COOL!
So i jacked in the camera.
and i clicked on the icon.
and i saw a empty space.
Like the folder was empty.
SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN.
ROYALLY.
I seem to dimly remembering swearing like mad.
Cursed like maybe a weeks worth of just one word- fuck. And alotta wood hurting.
My sis had problems sleeping. It seems like everytime she was about to snooze off,
she'll be awakened by another swear. It takes alot to wake my sis.
I mean like i dunno i was stunned.
I see a empty screen( or slot if u will) where the images were supposed to be
at.
And then I stared at it harder.
And then I really really wished then that its a bad dream.
This is one of the few times where i'm all inna fluster-bugger helluva panic.
Because the work on the line here, WASN'T MINE.
So finally i had the courage to call Rebecca.
And tell her i had bad news.
Aside here. Gab and pang tells me that with the one line of something along the lines of " i got bad news", i can really really make people pissed off, or sian-ified. Cool stuff huh? kick-ass-bad-guy calling good guy with that one liner, and then the camera can take him swearing and being a loser.. for that moment la.
I remember dimly swearing a little and hitting wood for a bit.
Then i took a breath and after putting the phone down. And started searching like mad for programs that could probably, and would save my ass on this one.
Free of course.
Pirate till the end.
Arrrrrr!
i went to places here and there. i checked crack and keygen sites like mad. Really.
Then i managed to finally download a trial version that could tell me how many images could be saved. F- recovery was the name of the program i think.
So i set it to work, and work it did, telling me how many images could be salvaged. when the counter hit about 200, i stopped it.
And continued my search for a generous program writer.
And sure enough. (As i always do!) i finally found the program. after doing my pirate research on the forums and chatlogs.
Googling for results like these really aren't pirate friendly i would say.
So yeah.. i found Undelete Plus.
FREEWARE!!!!
and finally i managed to drag out all the image data contained, but lost.
well 100% was searchable.
But only 75% was viewable.
Maybe it was my fault for shooting raw. I kinda thought that if I did get any good pictures, i would then be able to manipulate them in Photoshop.
But then again, apparently this problem sometimes happens without a reason. even when the card isn't damaged. or anything.
Kinda once in a blue moon thing.
Lesson learned today:
Always lock the SD card once its full of images that I wanna keep.
I'm still not happy tho.
There were alot of good images in the card that i can see, but cannot touch. as in when i try to edit. the file corrupts, as there isn't sufficient image information to sufficiently convert it properly.
Sigh. Sorry I messed up. I may not know how, it may be accidental. But shit happened, and i could have prevented it. So yeah. My fault there.
anyway. YAY! deadlines for photoshoot is on this friday.
God loves me. yay,Yay,YAY! =)
See what stuff happened like this.
I was helping out in a photoshoot la, then i had so much fun shooting! =P
I mean like i didn't know there were so many effects u could do with a DSLR, one flashlight, and a coupla gels! and i sorta got to know about this cafe called Pitch Black. its a really cool chill out place. Nice and quiet and the music selections is absolutment parfait.
i took so much photos that my 2Gb card was all filled up.
anyway, we called it a day. Or rather night, and then headed to 7-eleven, where i got a almost-perfect ending to any night. A glass of VITAMILK! Woots!
ho-hum.
So i headed home, and snoozed on the bus, and probably( or most definitely because i was absolutely wasted!) by Most divine intervention, felt my ipod slipping outta my fingers, and woke up, just to catch it by the rubber. (I know how that sounds! nevermind.)
Anyway. it was like 1 stop away from my stop!
i dunno.. its like i sleep all the time on buses. All the time.
Unless there's company la!
And i rarely actually oversleep my stop.
like i always ALWAYS wake up at least 1 stop or at the stop itself exactly.
Unless I'm REALLY THAT TIRED LA.
I dunno. Can anyone else do this....
woooooo maybe its some superhero power....
Not very helpful tho. to others that is.
Im being wishful.
Aaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnniiiiiiiiiwwwwwwaaaaaeeee
So i reached home
Eventually.
and so i wanted to see how the images woud all turn out. Like would they be like WOW! everyone in class wanna do that effect too! like OMG so COOL!
So i jacked in the camera.
and i clicked on the icon.
and i saw a empty space.
Like the folder was empty.
SHIT HAS HIT THE FAN.
ROYALLY.
I seem to dimly remembering swearing like mad.
Cursed like maybe a weeks worth of just one word- fuck. And alotta wood hurting.
My sis had problems sleeping. It seems like everytime she was about to snooze off,
she'll be awakened by another swear. It takes alot to wake my sis.
I mean like i dunno i was stunned.
I see a empty screen( or slot if u will) where the images were supposed to be
at.
And then I stared at it harder.
And then I really really wished then that its a bad dream.
This is one of the few times where i'm all inna fluster-bugger helluva panic.
Because the work on the line here, WASN'T MINE.
So finally i had the courage to call Rebecca.
And tell her i had bad news.
Aside here. Gab and pang tells me that with the one line of something along the lines of " i got bad news", i can really really make people pissed off, or sian-ified. Cool stuff huh? kick-ass-bad-guy calling good guy with that one liner, and then the camera can take him swearing and being a loser.. for that moment la.
I remember dimly swearing a little and hitting wood for a bit.
Then i took a breath and after putting the phone down. And started searching like mad for programs that could probably, and would save my ass on this one.
Free of course.
Pirate till the end.
Arrrrrr!
i went to places here and there. i checked crack and keygen sites like mad. Really.
Then i managed to finally download a trial version that could tell me how many images could be saved. F- recovery was the name of the program i think.
So i set it to work, and work it did, telling me how many images could be salvaged. when the counter hit about 200, i stopped it.
And continued my search for a generous program writer.
And sure enough. (As i always do!) i finally found the program. after doing my pirate research on the forums and chatlogs.
Googling for results like these really aren't pirate friendly i would say.
So yeah.. i found Undelete Plus.
FREEWARE!!!!
and finally i managed to drag out all the image data contained, but lost.
well 100% was searchable.
But only 75% was viewable.
Maybe it was my fault for shooting raw. I kinda thought that if I did get any good pictures, i would then be able to manipulate them in Photoshop.
But then again, apparently this problem sometimes happens without a reason. even when the card isn't damaged. or anything.
Kinda once in a blue moon thing.
Lesson learned today:
Always lock the SD card once its full of images that I wanna keep.
I'm still not happy tho.
There were alot of good images in the card that i can see, but cannot touch. as in when i try to edit. the file corrupts, as there isn't sufficient image information to sufficiently convert it properly.
Sigh. Sorry I messed up. I may not know how, it may be accidental. But shit happened, and i could have prevented it. So yeah. My fault there.
anyway. YAY! deadlines for photoshoot is on this friday.
God loves me. yay,Yay,YAY! =)
Saturday, May 26, 2007
I don't know whether to be happy for you, or sad for me.
Sigh... much as i wanna go round screaming obscenities, and drawing a knife on the person to slice out his heart for striking at my cbox again,
I really realised that actually i pity this person.
You have sacrificed a part of your life just to come and listen to what i have had to relate.
I may not know you, but know that i pity,love and thank you.
You may be the very next person i meet, even perhaps one of the ghosts of my past.
It doesn't matter. Thank you.
I removed the cbox to spare my other loved ones the crudeness of your love, and give you the privacy sorely needed.
anyway. I took my camera( I've decided to call her "Conspicio" ) out today!
*Yoda voice*
Accomplish great things we shall!
Heres one of em.
Of hanger-ons and Rollercoasters
Here's one by Rebecca which i liked alot. the guitar and the magazine symbolism there is power la.
Seduction( i think! but i think she is gonna rename it something else la)
And one "bloody" graffiti one.... this one i just took cos it looked cool... didn't intend to get anywhere with this.
OsoBloody!
Okay.. the rest cannot show liao... cos not i do wan... i think i ready crossed the line a bit.... gonna paaaay.. but ah well.
Annnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiwwwwwaeeeeeee.
i also wrote a poem.
About a sponge.. NOT SPONGEBOB... sorry..
i don't exactly think he rocks my world... at least not as much as you.
anyway. here goes.
Sponge
Light, all innocence.
Fresh,crisp from the pack whence
liberated for the cleaning.
Smoothened the abberations,
soaked up the solitary drips
dabbed daintily at the stubborn spots.
coaxed round the corners
Darkened, all torn.
Damp, soaked from the washouts.
There seems no solution, but to get
a New sponge, out with the old.
I really realised that actually i pity this person.
You have sacrificed a part of your life just to come and listen to what i have had to relate.
I may not know you, but know that i pity,love and thank you.
You may be the very next person i meet, even perhaps one of the ghosts of my past.
It doesn't matter. Thank you.
I removed the cbox to spare my other loved ones the crudeness of your love, and give you the privacy sorely needed.
anyway. I took my camera( I've decided to call her "Conspicio" ) out today!
*Yoda voice*
Accomplish great things we shall!
Heres one of em.
Of hanger-ons and Rollercoasters
Here's one by Rebecca which i liked alot. the guitar and the magazine symbolism there is power la.
Seduction( i think! but i think she is gonna rename it something else la)
And one "bloody" graffiti one.... this one i just took cos it looked cool... didn't intend to get anywhere with this.
OsoBloody!
Okay.. the rest cannot show liao... cos not i do wan... i think i ready crossed the line a bit.... gonna paaaay.. but ah well.
Annnnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiwwwwwaeeeeeee.
i also wrote a poem.
About a sponge.. NOT SPONGEBOB... sorry..
i don't exactly think he rocks my world... at least not as much as you.
anyway. here goes.
Sponge
Light, all innocence.
Fresh,crisp from the pack whence
liberated for the cleaning.
Smoothened the abberations,
soaked up the solitary drips
dabbed daintily at the stubborn spots.
coaxed round the corners
Darkened, all torn.
Damp, soaked from the washouts.
There seems no solution, but to get
a New sponge, out with the old.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Christmas came early this year.
Shucks sia... today 17mins late, even tho I hot-footed the stairs instead of taking the lift. ( the safe time is 15 mins)
WAH LAO.... LIKE 2 FRIGGIN MINS LOR!
penguins have tiny feet!
then so now means like i caN't be late no more.. or i get debarred.
i need to stop being late. like really.. i need one of those firehouse alarm clocks.
i should really get one.. but i hate spending money. My own that is.
but anyway...
YAY! I'm gonna get my cam!
HAHA! so excited!
woots!
Its like i can't even start imagining what stuff i can do with it!
i think i'm gonna like love the lens range, which is like 18-135mm... but seems like there are many many warnings about shake at the 135 extended range... hmm and mentions of not having focus range marks on the lens.
Ah heck.
Its a helluva good kit lens. it cuts me back and saves me the purchase of yet another long lens.
Now to save for the super close up and macro lens!
Thanks for getting me the D80! =)
Me sure use very very long!
WAH LAO.... LIKE 2 FRIGGIN MINS LOR!
penguins have tiny feet!
then so now means like i caN't be late no more.. or i get debarred.
i need to stop being late. like really.. i need one of those firehouse alarm clocks.
i should really get one.. but i hate spending money. My own that is.
but anyway...
YAY! I'm gonna get my cam!
HAHA! so excited!
woots!
Its like i can't even start imagining what stuff i can do with it!
i think i'm gonna like love the lens range, which is like 18-135mm... but seems like there are many many warnings about shake at the 135 extended range... hmm and mentions of not having focus range marks on the lens.
Ah heck.
Its a helluva good kit lens. it cuts me back and saves me the purchase of yet another long lens.
Now to save for the super close up and macro lens!
Thanks for getting me the D80! =)
Me sure use very very long!
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Emome
Heyo, emo.
Being emo is like falling sick with flu.
You can't really get anything done properly, cos your under its influence.
tis' been a very sleepy day.
its good to sleep when your emo.
cos the whole world don't need to know your emo.
(which is actually defeating the purpose since im putting it here anyway.)
And sleeping off your emo-ness lets you sorta save up your energy for something else more usefull then being emo.
Ho-hum.
Usually, i would sleep it off, and come up with some solution, or something.
its really annoying.
People would tell me not to be emo.
Hell, why the heck not.
I mean like just because it ain't the trend to be emo.
so i can't be emo? what the fish.
okay. I'm trying NOT to curse.
sigh.
But she's still stuck on my mind.
Possibilities eventualities.
seems like its gonna be another S-situation again.
stupid stupid stupid.
GAwd im starting to sound like a tickle me emo.
heh even phyllis says i sound listless over the phone.
Back to bed i go then
Being emo is like falling sick with flu.
You can't really get anything done properly, cos your under its influence.
tis' been a very sleepy day.
its good to sleep when your emo.
cos the whole world don't need to know your emo.
(which is actually defeating the purpose since im putting it here anyway.)
And sleeping off your emo-ness lets you sorta save up your energy for something else more usefull then being emo.
Ho-hum.
Usually, i would sleep it off, and come up with some solution, or something.
its really annoying.
People would tell me not to be emo.
Hell, why the heck not.
I mean like just because it ain't the trend to be emo.
so i can't be emo? what the fish.
okay. I'm trying NOT to curse.
sigh.
But she's still stuck on my mind.
Possibilities eventualities.
seems like its gonna be another S-situation again.
stupid stupid stupid.
GAwd im starting to sound like a tickle me emo.
heh even phyllis says i sound listless over the phone.
Back to bed i go then
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Brain toooo tired that i can't even think of a proper title. Bugger.
Yeah. title says it all. Writing, writing, its madness.
Burn the paper heap, Get a mini Indonesia haze.
my caged cousin shakes his head and tells me its after 2.30 in the morning.
Buggery.
Thinking,churning,learning,reaming,ceiling,ruining,burning, compost heap.
Yeap. I've been hitting it soo hard until my brain just feels.. stagnant now.
But hey.. at least i finally got something that i dare hell and high water with.
A 2act .. hmmmm maybe 3act script concept.
Finally.
woo wee chitty chitty bang bang.
ok... lets bring back up to speed on the past few days which were remotely interesting.
Hmmm okaaay. lets see there was the U571 like 4am day, the day which i thought of the concept that DVDs were a sham.( Kinda too tired to kinda launch into that... ahh whatever you wanna call it la. Essay. debate. blah blah. Oh yeah. Opinion.)
Annnnn niiii wwwaaaaeee.
Oh yeah... there was that once where i had to present the um. Storyboard to class, and i think andrew( eh the um.... camera and lighting module lecturer dude.) anyway if you MUST know, we have to well, pick this subject and like portray um, like themes through like the use of say, lights, cinematography. yadda yadda. Pangman advised me to pick something remotely human, and well he has a point, cos you see, you can relate better to the image if you saw that there was something with the subject that you had in common with. And personification or mimesis of the subject would happen.
Go check the dictionary if you want. If i'm not using the words in a proper manner, well YAY! you can have a nice evening feeling gleeful and smart and .. nevermind. Good for you. I'm too tired to bother.
o wait. here comes the best part. when i mentioned that i was doing the penguin,
( aww c'mon, wheres the challenge of doing something so simple? i may as well go do a darn marionette. Hell when i look at the pictures i wanna look and die laughing. It was CUTE and cuddly all the same. the little Bang on the door one which Gabriel got me from Paris. I could have used the couple bears! but then i knew it would be a common topic. No offense. k?)
Well okay i sorta expected Atiqah to giggle, ( okay maybe not the right word to use per'raps), but not Andrew the lecturer dude to join in.
NO WAIT WAIT!
not giggle!!! eh i mean he like... erm.. sorta decided there and then that He would call me penguin from now on.... and thought aww how cute. yeeck.
seeee..... disaster. THIS KINDA thing could spread you know. And then what next huh?
Imagine
*Rolls credits*
Penguin Erm Director
Penguin Or Audio engineer
Penguin .. or actor
Penguin ... sweeper guy
Penguin .... wash toliet aunty
Yesh, i know i'm overreacting. But see. After this im gonna feel freeeee like a bird( (pun NOT INTENDED!!!!!!!!!) after putting out the um. trash. dunno a better word for this. There you go.
ho hum. okay next on the list.
Ok DVDs a sham? nah.... not now... maybe tomorrow... or tomorrow's tomorrow. Maybe.
Oooooooonnnne DAY.
hmmmm okay. lets deviate.
Ill mention all about the films i've watched recently i guess.
Can remember that better. Not gonna give you the down and dirty review, but well opinion opinion la maybe.
First up. Little miss sunshine.
Hmmm i've heard many many people say this film bely good. ya. well intereshing la. Like for the first time ah, you see a hollywood movie not end with everyone all become heroes. but then you still think the movie shiok, cos the character was truly "free" at the end. Must be what Ryan was talking about.. the character Arc and subconscious g.. wait let me get the notes out... o yeah conscious goal.No sub.
See i write stuff down. Nice moovie. <<< Miss Melanie would kill me if she saw this. I saw a movie and all i had to comment was, Nice Movie. HAHA!
yeah, but seriously i kinda liked the way the movie playedd the expectation game, and to see that despite the many many set backs, and despite them not win-winning, they finally had well. i sorta felt that they finally achieved freedom. i love ice cream all the more now. Bring on thee baskin Robbins.
The other movie for this week i saw would flags of our fathers.
Intersting show too ah. Very blaady. can see many behind the scene buggering politician uncle making the pubic believe that the war is being won etc yaddar yaddar. But dunno why they seem to have this thing againsts the Indians.. or Injuns. here is the in-jun at the end emotionally weak. Windtalkers also sama sama. Stupid ang moh rascist. Come Singapore kena whack sia.
ok enough uncle-selling-pirated-cd talk.
i can't take it anymore. tired la. can't even work out this kinda sleep talk anymore.
yeah... you kinda get the gist . i hope.
Shit i think its kinda disorganised. the whole entry i guess.
ahhh its a blog. Not a notepad, i have to study. Bullcrap la. i'll post pictures of the U571 sinking submarine like morning at 4 am next entry. now i wanna rest.
an take on the dvds a sham thing. I'm gonna prove my case. You'll see.
O yeah. i got praised for something today i felt i didn't quite deserve.
as in like the feeling where you know you didn't do your uber best, yet well yeah.... people seem to think its Gooood. next one next one.
GootNides.
Burn the paper heap, Get a mini Indonesia haze.
my caged cousin shakes his head and tells me its after 2.30 in the morning.
Buggery.
Thinking,churning,learning,reaming,ceiling,ruining,burning, compost heap.
Yeap. I've been hitting it soo hard until my brain just feels.. stagnant now.
But hey.. at least i finally got something that i dare hell and high water with.
A 2act .. hmmmm maybe 3act script concept.
Finally.
woo wee chitty chitty bang bang.
ok... lets bring back up to speed on the past few days which were remotely interesting.
Hmmm okaaay. lets see there was the U571 like 4am day, the day which i thought of the concept that DVDs were a sham.( Kinda too tired to kinda launch into that... ahh whatever you wanna call it la. Essay. debate. blah blah. Oh yeah. Opinion.)
Annnnn niiii wwwaaaaeee.
Oh yeah... there was that once where i had to present the um. Storyboard to class, and i think andrew( eh the um.... camera and lighting module lecturer dude.) anyway if you MUST know, we have to well, pick this subject and like portray um, like themes through like the use of say, lights, cinematography. yadda yadda. Pangman advised me to pick something remotely human, and well he has a point, cos you see, you can relate better to the image if you saw that there was something with the subject that you had in common with. And personification or mimesis of the subject would happen.
Go check the dictionary if you want. If i'm not using the words in a proper manner, well YAY! you can have a nice evening feeling gleeful and smart and .. nevermind. Good for you. I'm too tired to bother.
o wait. here comes the best part. when i mentioned that i was doing the penguin,
( aww c'mon, wheres the challenge of doing something so simple? i may as well go do a darn marionette. Hell when i look at the pictures i wanna look and die laughing. It was CUTE and cuddly all the same. the little Bang on the door one which Gabriel got me from Paris. I could have used the couple bears! but then i knew it would be a common topic. No offense. k?)
Well okay i sorta expected Atiqah to giggle, ( okay maybe not the right word to use per'raps), but not Andrew the lecturer dude to join in.
NO WAIT WAIT!
not giggle!!! eh i mean he like... erm.. sorta decided there and then that He would call me penguin from now on.... and thought aww how cute. yeeck.
seeee..... disaster. THIS KINDA thing could spread you know. And then what next huh?
Imagine
*Rolls credits*
Penguin Erm Director
Penguin Or Audio engineer
Penguin .. or actor
Penguin ... sweeper guy
Penguin .... wash toliet aunty
Yesh, i know i'm overreacting. But see. After this im gonna feel freeeee like a bird( (pun NOT INTENDED!!!!!!!!!) after putting out the um. trash. dunno a better word for this. There you go.
ho hum. okay next on the list.
Ok DVDs a sham? nah.... not now... maybe tomorrow... or tomorrow's tomorrow. Maybe.
Oooooooonnnne DAY.
hmmmm okay. lets deviate.
Ill mention all about the films i've watched recently i guess.
Can remember that better. Not gonna give you the down and dirty review, but well opinion opinion la maybe.
First up. Little miss sunshine.
Hmmm i've heard many many people say this film bely good. ya. well intereshing la. Like for the first time ah, you see a hollywood movie not end with everyone all become heroes. but then you still think the movie shiok, cos the character was truly "free" at the end. Must be what Ryan was talking about.. the character Arc and subconscious g.. wait let me get the notes out... o yeah conscious goal.No sub.
See i write stuff down. Nice moovie. <<< Miss Melanie would kill me if she saw this. I saw a movie and all i had to comment was, Nice Movie. HAHA!
yeah, but seriously i kinda liked the way the movie playedd the expectation game, and to see that despite the many many set backs, and despite them not win-winning, they finally had well. i sorta felt that they finally achieved freedom. i love ice cream all the more now. Bring on thee baskin Robbins.
The other movie for this week i saw would flags of our fathers.
Intersting show too ah. Very blaady. can see many behind the scene buggering politician uncle making the pubic believe that the war is being won etc yaddar yaddar. But dunno why they seem to have this thing againsts the Indians.. or Injuns. here is the in-jun at the end emotionally weak. Windtalkers also sama sama. Stupid ang moh rascist. Come Singapore kena whack sia.
ok enough uncle-selling-pirated-cd talk.
i can't take it anymore. tired la. can't even work out this kinda sleep talk anymore.
yeah... you kinda get the gist . i hope.
Shit i think its kinda disorganised. the whole entry i guess.
ahhh its a blog. Not a notepad, i have to study. Bullcrap la. i'll post pictures of the U571 sinking submarine like morning at 4 am next entry. now i wanna rest.
an take on the dvds a sham thing. I'm gonna prove my case. You'll see.
O yeah. i got praised for something today i felt i didn't quite deserve.
as in like the feeling where you know you didn't do your uber best, yet well yeah.... people seem to think its Gooood. next one next one.
GootNides.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
:X oops no more cbox. i wonder why?
Well well well...
it seems there are just some wee abusive people that needs to be shot three times in the head.
Cos it's really fucktastic how people who sadly don't have no life are just so obsessed over fucking people who actually have one.
Pretty sad but true.
That's all i have pretty much to say.
guess i wont be sticking up a cbox for quite a while.
it seems there are just some wee abusive people that needs to be shot three times in the head.
Cos it's really fucktastic how people who sadly don't have no life are just so obsessed over fucking people who actually have one.
Pretty sad but true.
That's all i have pretty much to say.
guess i wont be sticking up a cbox for quite a while.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
BOOO
I haven't been having dreams for these past few nights.
Well for some people, this might be disturbing. Or not.
haha maybe its cos darn school started. and i'm having nightmares that my mind is too traumatised by that it shuts it out.
Whatever.Anyway i believe that dreams are the link between the conscious foolish side, and the subconscious genius side. So no dreams.... BOOO!
Well for some people, this might be disturbing. Or not.
haha maybe its cos darn school started. and i'm having nightmares that my mind is too traumatised by that it shuts it out.
Whatever.Anyway i believe that dreams are the link between the conscious foolish side, and the subconscious genius side. So no dreams.... BOOO!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
I don't do strangers. Nope. Not my thing
Heh, yesterday careless i was. well it was all nice and pretty boring in computer graphic class. i didn't bring my lappie cos well i only thought lessons were from well, 11 till 1'nish. Well apparasoddingly not.
so yeah.. waiting till 4 for the lessons about shortcuts and composition and a stupid aibo to end.
Well no internet at the moment in the lab. Guess they couldn't be bothered to link the computers up since the G5's were coming in this week.
sodding selfish.
And i can't exactly go tell him that the lesson was BORING.
Neither could i listen to music.
See cos my headphones are a little weee noticeable than earphones. Hmm
so now what then?
Ah well guess then it was time for a little pinball.
No wait the story doesn't end there. At least not the way I'm telling it.
Don't like the way I'm writing? complain lor.
heh.. ok being an asshole. haha can't resist.
Aaaa nnnniiiiii wwwwwwaaaaeee..
so the long and short of it was that i was so bored of computer graphics class that in my haste to leave:P
i left my Parker behind! *gasps*
i was like SHIT!*imagines locked lab, sunshine from outside, people come in.Someone's voice: o wow some idiot left behind a free parker! o well finders keepers!..... Or it could be worse. the sweeeeppppeeer lady could kope it! NO!
and it was like 5 bus stops away from school that i realised it. ah well.
Bus concession.
So i bus-ran to the CG room.
On the way( i was listening to my headphones and running :P ) there was this girl said hi to me.
Not that it such a notable well achievement. But the person was a complete stranger.
See i can remember noticeable people very well.
Like saaaay, Hot girls and fun buggers to hang around with.
I'm not the absolute rain man on names aye? but i if the person feels familiar, well chances are i had a class together or something. yadda yadda.
Anyway, when she said hi. and i slipped off the wet sweaty headphones( see i ran up the hill, aye?) and i did the eyeebrow thing back. i turned around and checked with my spidey senses. nope. not tingling. dunno you.
But hmmm
See its easy to know if its a complete stranger saying hi to
see
imagine when u say hi to someone who-u-think-is-someone-u-know-but-shit!-no-it-isn't!
you would usually(if your alone!) walk much much faster in the direction your heading and hope he (or she don't come running after you and asking for where block 54 is or does canteen 1 sell good sushi). Or when your with your friend you'll just giggle-laugh it off with your friends.
This girl she did neither.
she was with this guy.
(whom i obviously didn't remember either, cos see guys we do this eye contact thing for about 1/2 a sec, and if he doesn't tip his head and do the eyebrow thing. Nope you're not on the same team.)
she didn't laugh and giggle or yadda yadda.
See the annoying part was wheen she said hi, she didnt say Hi Gwyn!, or Hello PENGUIN! or stuff like that. She just said hi.
*nods*
It's scary when strangers on the street know you by name.
really.
And mummy told me not to talk to strangers.
( unless they're hot stuff...Exclusive to girls only. haha now now.. i don't play feelings. IF YOU KNOW ME WELL nuff for the perfect gentleman that Montfort secondary made me to me. God i hate that school. tried to transfer to Holy high. TWICE )
*Grin*
I know i'm shooting myself in the foot for writing all these down. but ah well. I'm all nice and high, and that's best for writing.
heh.
Ah well.. it comes along with being in the hiiiiiigh asshole mode.
OOOOOOOOOO shit, here comes the firing squad.
so yeah.. waiting till 4 for the lessons about shortcuts and composition and a stupid aibo to end.
Well no internet at the moment in the lab. Guess they couldn't be bothered to link the computers up since the G5's were coming in this week.
sodding selfish.
And i can't exactly go tell him that the lesson was BORING.
Neither could i listen to music.
See cos my headphones are a little weee noticeable than earphones. Hmm
so now what then?
Ah well guess then it was time for a little pinball.
No wait the story doesn't end there. At least not the way I'm telling it.
Don't like the way I'm writing? complain lor.
heh.. ok being an asshole. haha can't resist.
Aaaa nnnniiiiii wwwwwwaaaaeee..
so the long and short of it was that i was so bored of computer graphics class that in my haste to leave:P
i left my Parker behind! *gasps*
i was like SHIT!*imagines locked lab, sunshine from outside, people come in.Someone's voice: o wow some idiot left behind a free parker! o well finders keepers!..... Or it could be worse. the sweeeeppppeeer lady could kope it! NO!
and it was like 5 bus stops away from school that i realised it. ah well.
Bus concession.
So i bus-ran to the CG room.
On the way( i was listening to my headphones and running :P ) there was this girl said hi to me.
Not that it such a notable well achievement. But the person was a complete stranger.
See i can remember noticeable people very well.
Like saaaay, Hot girls and fun buggers to hang around with.
I'm not the absolute rain man on names aye? but i if the person feels familiar, well chances are i had a class together or something. yadda yadda.
Anyway, when she said hi. and i slipped off the wet sweaty headphones( see i ran up the hill, aye?) and i did the eyeebrow thing back. i turned around and checked with my spidey senses. nope. not tingling. dunno you.
But hmmm
See its easy to know if its a complete stranger saying hi to
see
imagine when u say hi to someone who-u-think-is-someone-u-know-but-shit!-no-it-isn't!
you would usually(if your alone!) walk much much faster in the direction your heading and hope he (or she don't come running after you and asking for where block 54 is or does canteen 1 sell good sushi). Or when your with your friend you'll just giggle-laugh it off with your friends.
This girl she did neither.
she was with this guy.
(whom i obviously didn't remember either, cos see guys we do this eye contact thing for about 1/2 a sec, and if he doesn't tip his head and do the eyebrow thing. Nope you're not on the same team.)
she didn't laugh and giggle or yadda yadda.
See the annoying part was wheen she said hi, she didnt say Hi Gwyn!, or Hello PENGUIN! or stuff like that. She just said hi.
*nods*
It's scary when strangers on the street know you by name.
really.
And mummy told me not to talk to strangers.
( unless they're hot stuff...Exclusive to girls only. haha now now.. i don't play feelings. IF YOU KNOW ME WELL nuff for the perfect gentleman that Montfort secondary made me to me. God i hate that school. tried to transfer to Holy high. TWICE )
*Grin*
I know i'm shooting myself in the foot for writing all these down. but ah well. I'm all nice and high, and that's best for writing.
heh.
Ah well.. it comes along with being in the hiiiiiigh asshole mode.
OOOOOOOOOO shit, here comes the firing squad.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Photo Galore!
Hmmm.. haven't been adding stuff recently i guess, so well as the title suggests i have been taking photos here and there... haha maybe ill just post them up aye?
^^ i LOVE THIS ONE! Haha saw there was such a nice moon in the sky, so i thought that maybe I'll try to use a slow shutter mode and take it, well.. with no tripod i got super blurry moons, so the last picture i open the shutter and fired, and then, very pissed offed ly, cos( cos pang rang me on where i was) just pulled it from the sky and had a look at it. The camera was still processing( shutter still open) and when it was done, i got this shot. Nice eh? ^^ Tycoism.
this was when i'm using a normal mode...
Pang, you have an eerie looking fridge..... its either the fridge is evil, or something inside is evil, or there's a dead body inside it ^^ so wotsit?
Ironically huh?
Hmmm i know this picture is kinda a bit bluuuurr.. bit ah well if u look at this picture from afar, Phyllis said it kinda looks like the car is at the beach. Ah well, the car is still nice to have. no?
Ah well thats all for now... gotta heard for class now... sianessssssssssss p.q
P.s o yeah.. if u guys need to use this elsewhere... well gimme a shout first yeah... Arigatos!
^^ i LOVE THIS ONE! Haha saw there was such a nice moon in the sky, so i thought that maybe I'll try to use a slow shutter mode and take it, well.. with no tripod i got super blurry moons, so the last picture i open the shutter and fired, and then, very pissed offed ly, cos( cos pang rang me on where i was) just pulled it from the sky and had a look at it. The camera was still processing( shutter still open) and when it was done, i got this shot. Nice eh? ^^ Tycoism.
this was when i'm using a normal mode...
Pang, you have an eerie looking fridge..... its either the fridge is evil, or something inside is evil, or there's a dead body inside it ^^ so wotsit?
Ironically huh?
Hmmm i know this picture is kinda a bit bluuuurr.. bit ah well if u look at this picture from afar, Phyllis said it kinda looks like the car is at the beach. Ah well, the car is still nice to have. no?
Ah well thats all for now... gotta heard for class now... sianessssssssssss p.q
P.s o yeah.. if u guys need to use this elsewhere... well gimme a shout first yeah... Arigatos!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Sunday, April 8, 2007
House of jealous lovers
Hey i found this really really kewl la... the song isnt bad, but well i really liekd the CG, anybody know how they do it? ^^ haha unless they do frame by frame :X
Thursday, April 5, 2007
I feel like Peter Pan, With the Hyde adult syndrome
I'm sure you noticed. Well if you hung out with me long enough, i guess well you'll see the absurd nonsense of not exactly thinking before i speak, well that's the Peter Pan side of me being an asshole of a kid. Peter Pan kinda works well, in the what i would call tired hours. This means times like 7 am in the morning, Peter Pan will take over and well, hit the alarm past snooze. He's kinda, well infamous for talking stupid shite that don't make sense. So if i don't make sense.. you well know who you're kinda talking to.
Well on the other hand, when the adult Hyde identity takes hold, however, he's all business like and forward charging. He wants to get work done immediately and professionally. He measures up before he speaks. He considers every possibilty,angle,Point of view. The drawback is he only comes out when the mind is fully rested, after usually a long period of sleep...
Ah well lon day tomorrow ...
gotta run.. chop chop chop suey i'll update this maybe later
Well on the other hand, when the adult Hyde identity takes hold, however, he's all business like and forward charging. He wants to get work done immediately and professionally. He measures up before he speaks. He considers every possibilty,angle,Point of view. The drawback is he only comes out when the mind is fully rested, after usually a long period of sleep...
Ah well lon day tomorrow ...
gotta run.. chop chop chop suey i'll update this maybe later
Monday, April 2, 2007
Aww read this... you gotta be shitting me
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Sunday, April 1, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Playing GOD
hmmm for the people who kinda need a bit of background info, this entry's kinda about me playing Jesus himself in a Passion play on Good Friday. It will more or less be the re-enactment of what we more or less know about the um, EVENT itself.
When Gab told me that the um, YC in church or them higher-ups had decided that i ought to play Jesus, Ok i admit i was really really honoured. I mean like hell, i didn't even audition and i got the part? Just cos i looked like HIM. oookay.
(:X ok not supposed to say hell.)
Anyway the thing is, as the weeks got by, It kinda slowly sunk in... that it really wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Most things never do i guess. It's sorta making a film. U think u got it all made once u think u have the ultimate script. But it slowly boils down as u start printing out the first pre-production paperwork that it hits you that things are't quite as easy as they seem.
The late nights, Very early mornings, paperwork, and phonecalls aplenty.
I think I'm digressing.Let's go back.
Anyway,AS I WAS WRITING, IN THIS CASE TYPING.
Jesus, isn't such as easy role to play. REALLY.
This isn't to say that i didn't do my actor homework and get into character as best as i could. Hell, Pang and Gab tells me for prob the umpteenth time that i speak to fast, and yadda yadda, i still walk like a punk out for a street blood bath, Jesus don't walk like a street punk. But it's one thing to take all these criticism when you know u didn't bloody well try in the first place.
But its quite the other to hear it when u given it your all, the all i'm talking about is when all you wanna see next when you open your front door, is your bed, and fall into oblivion for the next say 12 hours?
Hey guys, if you're reading this, don't bloody take it personally you hear? otherwise the next thing u'll see in Vietnam is a cute little metallic tank coming up on your ass, and blowing chunks at ya.
Ah well, Maybe it's right from the start that i wasn't such a good catholic in the first place that mighta done it. No offence, but it really is kinda hard to really really believe in something that you can't have a straight clear answer about. Honestly i only pray for only three reasons. 1. I REALLY REALLY REALLY need something bad, or i feel the supernatural hair stand thing. 2. i "here and there" pray for the souls in purgartory when i'm about to hit the sack. 3. @ meal times( and it's only thanks to the influence of pang and gab that i only recently started to do that)
Sigh, Maybe i'll go try practice on my roof tomorrow at 9 am, at least i'll get a good well.... foot drive of how the floor will feel that day. Hot that is.
When Gab told me that the um, YC in church or them higher-ups had decided that i ought to play Jesus, Ok i admit i was really really honoured. I mean like hell, i didn't even audition and i got the part? Just cos i looked like HIM. oookay.
(:X ok not supposed to say hell.)
Anyway the thing is, as the weeks got by, It kinda slowly sunk in... that it really wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Most things never do i guess. It's sorta making a film. U think u got it all made once u think u have the ultimate script. But it slowly boils down as u start printing out the first pre-production paperwork that it hits you that things are't quite as easy as they seem.
The late nights, Very early mornings, paperwork, and phonecalls aplenty.
I think I'm digressing.Let's go back.
Anyway,AS I WAS WRITING, IN THIS CASE TYPING.
Jesus, isn't such as easy role to play. REALLY.
This isn't to say that i didn't do my actor homework and get into character as best as i could. Hell, Pang and Gab tells me for prob the umpteenth time that i speak to fast, and yadda yadda, i still walk like a punk out for a street blood bath, Jesus don't walk like a street punk. But it's one thing to take all these criticism when you know u didn't bloody well try in the first place.
But its quite the other to hear it when u given it your all, the all i'm talking about is when all you wanna see next when you open your front door, is your bed, and fall into oblivion for the next say 12 hours?
Hey guys, if you're reading this, don't bloody take it personally you hear? otherwise the next thing u'll see in Vietnam is a cute little metallic tank coming up on your ass, and blowing chunks at ya.
Ah well, Maybe it's right from the start that i wasn't such a good catholic in the first place that mighta done it. No offence, but it really is kinda hard to really really believe in something that you can't have a straight clear answer about. Honestly i only pray for only three reasons. 1. I REALLY REALLY REALLY need something bad, or i feel the supernatural hair stand thing. 2. i "here and there" pray for the souls in purgartory when i'm about to hit the sack. 3. @ meal times( and it's only thanks to the influence of pang and gab that i only recently started to do that)
Sigh, Maybe i'll go try practice on my roof tomorrow at 9 am, at least i'll get a good well.... foot drive of how the floor will feel that day. Hot that is.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Loco parentis
"In place of parent" is what it means in latin.
It kinda got stuck with me after i read the richie rich novel when i was a kid.
It sorta reminded me that most of the decisions in life we have to make ourselves.
Its the line that cadbury the butler dude uses when the other guy tries to take over the Rich's estate after he thought he got rid of them.
But i can't help thinking,
That when the time comes for us to be totally independent of our parents, and look the wind full in the face.. will that be a time of tears?
Perhaps then the flashbacks and questions would come, thick and fast as the rose petals falling.
Things you always wanted to say to them.
Things that you always wanted to do.
Things they did that helped you to where you were in life.
Someone told me once.
That all we usually remember of a person is usually all the bad stuff they did.
But maybe if we tried, we could see the good in people, the love they had, sometimes gruff.
Perhaps its true that sometimes the actions they do seem to have all the hate behind them.
But we can never say for sure what they had really intended. Surely you have heard of people putting on an act to try and get another to react in an intended way haven't you?
Besides you can never really put your parents behind you. A part of you, the way you talk behave think,the mannerisms all come from your parents.
You wouldn't be here reading this if it weren't for them.
Don't run so fast ahead that you forget all the people behind cheering you on yeah?
It kinda got stuck with me after i read the richie rich novel when i was a kid.
It sorta reminded me that most of the decisions in life we have to make ourselves.
Its the line that cadbury the butler dude uses when the other guy tries to take over the Rich's estate after he thought he got rid of them.
But i can't help thinking,
That when the time comes for us to be totally independent of our parents, and look the wind full in the face.. will that be a time of tears?
Perhaps then the flashbacks and questions would come, thick and fast as the rose petals falling.
Things you always wanted to say to them.
Things that you always wanted to do.
Things they did that helped you to where you were in life.
Someone told me once.
That all we usually remember of a person is usually all the bad stuff they did.
But maybe if we tried, we could see the good in people, the love they had, sometimes gruff.
Perhaps its true that sometimes the actions they do seem to have all the hate behind them.
But we can never say for sure what they had really intended. Surely you have heard of people putting on an act to try and get another to react in an intended way haven't you?
Besides you can never really put your parents behind you. A part of you, the way you talk behave think,the mannerisms all come from your parents.
You wouldn't be here reading this if it weren't for them.
Don't run so fast ahead that you forget all the people behind cheering you on yeah?
Anti-sheep behavior? Aka classified as mad people.
Ho hum.. This question came to mind the other day.. hehs.
Imagine, you have 5 people tell you you're mad.
Then as you walk on the street and you find people staring at you.
At first maybe you tell yourself, hey maybe its just me being paranoid.
But what if it happens everyday?
Hmmmmm, food for thought huh?
Being the all-new neighbourhood friendly weirdo.
But maybe you don't wanna..
So wot are ya gonna do matey?
First of all, if you're mad,
then you can't come up with a rational solution or cure can you?,
and if you can't come up with a cure,
well guess you gotta remain being mad.
Sucks to be you.
OK here's another..
If say 85% of the population of Singapore went mad a certain similar suddenly. And you are among the 15% who are the ones who are supposedly still sane. Who's crazy? you or them?
Imagine, you have 5 people tell you you're mad.
Then as you walk on the street and you find people staring at you.
At first maybe you tell yourself, hey maybe its just me being paranoid.
But what if it happens everyday?
Hmmmmm, food for thought huh?
Being the all-new neighbourhood friendly weirdo.
But maybe you don't wanna..
So wot are ya gonna do matey?
First of all, if you're mad,
then you can't come up with a rational solution or cure can you?,
and if you can't come up with a cure,
well guess you gotta remain being mad.
Sucks to be you.
OK here's another..
If say 85% of the population of Singapore went mad a certain similar suddenly. And you are among the 15% who are the ones who are supposedly still sane. Who's crazy? you or them?
Saturday, January 27, 2007
I am @Youth.SG
So its 2 a.m. in the morning.
Other than homework, online games, what else can you do?
Web surfing... yadda yadda...
then i remembered, Oh right, i would wanted to participate in this event.. but then i kinda had a writers block then, so i didn't participate.. YET.
So here I am.
Typing to my hearts content.
Youth...
Actually im still at a loss at what to type... cos normally i don't usually write day to day stuff here. i usually write only when inspiration strikes.
Hmmmm, If i go too definiton wise, well, i guess readers are gonna get bored...betcha most everyone is doing that.
hmmmm What to do....
Tell you what, I'll tell you all that i have experienced as a Youth so far.. k?Then ill finish up with my opinion.. Yeah! Here we go..
Hmm, See i wannabe an actor.. had always been my ambition.. Guess it came from watching James Lye acting, and well, watching of the movie Speed. Favourite Movie Constantine. Now I'm studying film.
I just love the way the actors and the crew have to cooperate to produce a uber- nice show.
Also love that adrenaline rush when u get on stage.(some people call it stage fright)
Still working at it..
So far, i had by my count lost 3 bikes, crashed 5 straight to useless metal, and the previous one got banged up pretty badly after i got hit by a L motorcyclist.( My back wheel got bent 90 degrees and i still got a scar on my left shoulder).The one i hae now at the moment is surprising still good to go, though its kinda rusty now.(>< no time to ride... TOO MUCH HOMEWORK!!!).
I love a good story.. Once i start on one, i MUST finish as much as i can. This includes stuff like TV dramas, Animes, Manga, books yadda yadda. And oh yes, i'm crazy over Anime. I don't Cosplay though.
I'm used to be a sucker for Japanese or Korean girls. Guess i still am.Fall head over heels for gentle kind i guess. They say love is blind. Hell i should know, Already trashed 7 bikes. hehs.
I just love collecting anime and movie OSTS, and listening to them. I currently am loving trance-elctronica-experimental indie, J-pop, and Jazz, Rock, Pop.Learning to appreciate Jay Chou, although i tried proving for 17 years of my life that Chinese is stupid.Hell I listen to Hilary Duff.BoA.Yui.Portishead. Imogen Heap. yadda yadda. check my itunes library.
I always wanted to learn how to dance to J-pop. let me try yo work up the courage to go for classes first.
I love chocolate, Cadbury Black Forest Rocks!!! I love on Coke.
I'm a bad catholic. And God help me, I'm playing Jesus in a Stations of the cross (Passion)Play..o_0 shocking huh..
I love discussing useless theological, philosophical with my friends.
I love headshots in Battlefield vietnam. I love the bazooka in quake 4.
LOL
I know I sound crazy.
Just look at the title of the blog your reading..
;^^
Psst!!!
Wanna know what makes Singapore interesting?
Youths.
We come up with the crazy ideas, get hit in the face by failure, and go back for seconds.
We're the guys who can look at a brand new handphone, and learn how to use it in two hours, without touching the manual.
We're the guys who will decide.... eventually.( Even if its not now... But its nice to keep in mind ><)
We're the guys who blast our ears, and keep music alive.
What can i say?
Normal is boring.
Deal with it.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Being Different Always Hurts
See, people stare at you.
Well, it kinda depends of whether horror or fascination at your cool factors,
But then again, it may just be straight disgust,
that such a alienated person could even co-exists on the same plane , not to mention same area they live in.
Sometimes it gets so bad that you hear a symphony of whispers, stifled laughters, and the like.
It is then you know that you are on your way to becoming an
Outcast.
Surviving the harsh climate of studies, loneliness, and awkward moments of silence of non-communciation.
Its hard, and slowly, this very modern desert will either bury , and make you one in its entirety, or simply, slowly and surely, turn you into a vengeful maniacal demon.
Or worse.
You could just be one of the sand scragged revenant, that are deemed useless, save to slave away on endless piles of reports that no one even bothers to read or touch.
Don't be different in anyway, except maybe in fashion.
But then again you have the fashion police too..
Ahh, stay home and play hermit.
See, people stare at you.
Well, it kinda depends of whether horror or fascination at your cool factors,
But then again, it may just be straight disgust,
that such a alienated person could even co-exists on the same plane , not to mention same area they live in.
Sometimes it gets so bad that you hear a symphony of whispers, stifled laughters, and the like.
It is then you know that you are on your way to becoming an
Outcast.
Surviving the harsh climate of studies, loneliness, and awkward moments of silence of non-communciation.
Its hard, and slowly, this very modern desert will either bury , and make you one in its entirety, or simply, slowly and surely, turn you into a vengeful maniacal demon.
Or worse.
You could just be one of the sand scragged revenant, that are deemed useless, save to slave away on endless piles of reports that no one even bothers to read or touch.
Don't be different in anyway, except maybe in fashion.
But then again you have the fashion police too..
Ahh, stay home and play hermit.
Friday, January 5, 2007
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