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Thursday, September 30, 2004

Helmet versus air-bag 

Another really marvellous day. Played pool with Hongkai, Ken and Leiz. After that met Amanda at Borders and she drove me to Plaza Singapura for a movie only to realised there weren't anything to watch, considering first row seats were gonna be a neck-breaking experience. Out of brains we actually bought a Chinese newspaper (the last periodical left in Times the Bookshop) to check out the movie timings at several cinemas. So to Cineleisure we went, had a brief dinner at Subway (oh here's another foot-long veggie delight sandwich) and caught Les Choristes, a really nice French film with loads of different lively elements just like Le Papillion. Oh wellz. And again, she was the only one in the theatre screamed at something ordinary (which attracted loads of unwanted attention). Haha.

That was yet the highlight. Anyone in my seat watching her getting annoyed with changing lanes on Orchard Road, screaming at a sharp turn at the car-park entrance at Cineleisure and leaning out and nearly falling out of the window inserting cashcard into parking machines would really find it a lovely spectacle to enjoy with a cup of sweet popcorn. Heez. But it felt good sitting beside the driver who said, "don't ye do anything funny or I'll boot you out." It made me wanna forget about learning how to drive for good. =)

Hahaha. Sisterly Amanda is always the one filling my empty balloonish life with joy and fun. Bleah.

Life, oh life, oh life..

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Le Soleil Rouge 

Had loads of fun yesterday. Met Evita after watching some under-rated (yeah, believe it or not this suggestive film is actually under PG) lame movie Dodgeball and playing table tennis with my ex-classmates at Yashodan's place (Ken, your serves are awesome!). Haha. Finally beat her in pool. Or not really finally, just that I was back on form for a while. =P And I had my very first Chinese dinner outside home at Crystal Jade. A pretty cosy and economical restaurant with oily food. Heez.

A lovely evening stroll actually took us from Wheelock Place to Paradiz Centre. Whoa thinking of it now that's the full stretch of Orchard road. Reckon it's one of the longest walks I've had besides climbing Bukit Timah hill and go back down in primary school. Well, while small-talking and everything we didn't feel a bit tired until we reached the taxi stand. Bleah. Thought that there'll be a loss of jobs for some cabbies after the introduction of a few new companies but guess what, we simply waited for one for like half an hour last night. What a practical example of the geometric growth of the population over the arithmetric growth of resources huh. So anyways it felt great going back to Yio Chu Kang after so long. Nostalgia. Warmth. Sadness. Enlightenment. Whatever that is, that place's brimmed with good memories.

Oh well. Another morning, another day.

And I just realised I've got a LONG list of folks whom I needa thank for helping me in my art project. Dang. Wallet deflation really soon.

Friday, September 24, 2004

Creative destruction 

Lately I've discovered the root cause of my anti-sociality. The art room. Being in art room at an increasingly amazing frequence that follows a geometric progression this year and being stuck in it all day all night recently have really booted me out of touch from the world in the canteen and library, which are essentially the only hangouts one can find in the pathetic RJC campus at Mount Sinai (congradulations to the J1s this year, we thought we could've enjoyed one year of the new Bishan campus or something at first). So yeah, considering that most people don't even realise the existence of the art room, reckon it ain't a shock to find friends surprised that I'm actually in school at weird hours of the day just that I'm in a weird place to them. Hahaha. Hate to steoreotype but really hoped that I've discovered less philistines. Turn off. Despise them. Oh well. Should I continue to seek shelter in the art room even after the completion of my art project to keep my "cool", eh? =D

Anyways, prelim exams are gone. Gone is one of those words blessed with multiple meanings. In here it means finished physically and drowned literally. Heez. Everything's going well for my artwork though. Progress is slow but steady. Reckon I'm able to finish on time after all. Yay.

Dang. Haven't gone out purposefully for ages. It's time to rock it, soon.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Interpretor in need 

If Sigmund Freud's theory of the interpretaion of dreams is really true, bad, I'll be sad. Not only is my sleep filled with dreams every night (and in afternoons too =P), their contents have also been kaleidoscopic. Perhaps sometimes it is true that dreams depict what one really think no matter how much one tries to resist thinking in the day , but I'm just amazed at my dreams for pouring out people or things that I always for different reasons refuse to talk or think about. Or perhaps it's a peep at Fate. I don't know.

Who can be my glass? Not a Cassius though. Nor am I saying that I'm a Brutus. (I ain't patriotic!) Hahaha.

Sunday, September 19, 2004

The fragrance of poppy 

This ain't about Puff the magic dragon by the way.

Art really enlivens life especially like now in the middle of the prelim exam period when almost everyone's stressed out. After bearing a morning's cold sweat on my back while reading maths notes like as though they were some really undecipherably onerous greek poetry there're fortunately art history books on my desk on standby. It's not as if I don't enjoy what I'm learning (or I wouldn't have chosen them for A-levels) but just that I can't concentrate after every half an hour or so staring at equations and formulae. Strange though. Bleah. Perhaps I'm just a jumbo dumbo.

Anyways I'ld like to dedicate Suga Suga by Baby Bash to all my friends with the message, "what's there to get worked up at people it's just an exam.. relax", oh, and especially to Gek, who's pretty squeezed last night reading statistics notes and getting perturbed by the physics paper while going online. Reckon this song gives quite a mind massage to most. Hehez.

Where's the song? Go find yourselves. Hahaha.

Days to end of RJC preliminary exams -- 4. =)
Days to A-level art coursework submission -- 8. =(

An useless but interesting quote from pop artist Richard Hamilton, "Popular; transient; expendable; low cost; mass produced; young; witty; sexy; gimmicky; glamorous; and big business." You may ask, what in the world is that about? Madness? Haha.

Friday, September 17, 2004

Handsfree 

Thank you Rod! This dude has been one of the greatest sacrificers for my art project. Ranked above my other model Keat Loon and Amogh who also have posed as a corpse and an teenage-angst-ridden boy respectively, he's given up almost his everything today for art. (I'm pretty sure he won't be extremely happy if I'm gonna elaborate on what's happened in art room this afternoon.) =) And so the sculpture part of my installation is almost done. Gonna do some touch-up on it tomorrow. Heez.

Reckon happy days are not really approaching, but they are here already. No Ken, food and sex are not everything. Reckon after all it's cool being free and easy lately. (Except for that humungous pimple on my face perhaps.) Hahaha.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Ultimate freesbie 

Do not patronize KFC for its Ultimate Chicken Meal, folks. Hot Rod (not bad a name eh?) and I felt ultimately cheated this evening. I'ld rather starve and donate the 5 dollars to President's Star Charity or something. Other than the regular piece of chicken which tasted pretty unhealthy and super sweet cuppa Pepsi, there were also (actually practically nothing but the thin air) a tiny soggy Colonel's burger and a microsopic box of Popcorn Chicken that was like a collection of left-over fried bread crumbs. Oh wellz. Perhaps it's just the Holland Village outlet at 8.30pm. What a invigorating meal nonetheless, after the Physics paper which killed us all. Hah.

Yay. Tomorrow's gonna be a fun-filled day in the art room making a mould out of Roderick with Plaster of Paris (really forgot the actual name in chemistry lingo though). Hahaha. And why do I always feel like a little kid when I'm in the art room? Wheez.

Monday, September 13, 2004

Microscopic declaration 

I shall now declare a self-declared end to my prelim exams. =P

Yes, now, after Mrs Seah calmly told us this afternoon at the Staff Chat Room (whoa 'tis really the first time I've heard the literal use of that!) that the deadline for the A-level art coursework, including preparatory work which consists 8 dreadful A2 boards of drawings and sketchings, is gonna be the monday after next week. It's fortunate that I actually didn't whine or swear or anything on the spot.

Dang. It's gonna be quite some two weeks of life in the art room.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Sleepy head 

Bleahz. Life's getting boring these days.

Kick me.

=)

Friday, September 10, 2004

Baked rice 

Had dinner with Theng at her place. Oh wellz. She looks as pretty as ever.

Watched some VCD about the US hockey team beating the CCCP team in the 1980 Olympics. (Was it called Miracle or something? Can't remember.. Haha.) Anyways, just looking at her watching the film brought back loads of memories which we both didn't dwell upon, nor did we chatted about anything close to the heart. Congrats, by the way, here's our new CJC tennis captain! :)

And it was really embarrassing just now when I had nothing but large notes to pay the cabbie and had to go to 7-eleven for small change while everyone at the taxi stand outside Dawson Place was staring at my snaily speed. Nonchalance. Hahaha.

Why am I feeling happy and sad at the same time? I'ld rather feel happy first then sad, or something like that. This is weird.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Union or intercept? 

Had my team come back to school today for a team reunion just now. Played ball for a bit (and yes, I admit double defeat, Evita. 2 drinks' on me =P) and Don, Ray, Liu and I plus Rod had dinner at Holland Village. Oh well. That's the only other place near enough that we can go when we are so sick of Ghim Moh Market that we didn't even wanna walk pass it and took cab. Bleah. Subway's always been running out of Italian BMT lately. Reckon everyone knows it's good stuff now.

So we talked about nearly everything from dream universities to cute J1 girls, from prom king wanna-bes to the details of Don's dog giving birth to 4 babies when she's already 14 years old (that's like 90 plus dog years).. Hahaha. And took a photograph again. Think it ain't surprising for a bunch of vain guys to be photo-addicts. =D Well, half-way mark of the week has passed. Still needa go to school every day for the art project but I betta start doing some work to try at least passing the prelim exams. Heez.

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Victorian appeal 

Yay. Roderick's gonna be my model for the A-level art project! After bod-checked by Mr Lee we've decided that he's gonna be the man. Anyways, Loon's too huge if he's gonna be in my tiny claustrophobic room while Yew Thong is rather reluctant (reckon he's shy?). Hahaha. Well, this mean there'll be more work to do for the next few days. Bye-bye, prelims.

Had dinner with Rod at Holland Village after doing my art the whole afternoon in the art room. The new, or perhaps not that new as I haven't been to the village for quite a while, chicken rice restaurant's not bad. Reckon he's quite a buddy to talk to. Cool stuff, dude. =)

Monday, September 06, 2004

Hard-breaking action hero 

Hafta congratulate Monsieur Stephane for he's become the director of Opera Gallery after Monsieur Gilles! He's the man. "Vote for Stephane! Le Pelletier rules!" French idol, eh? =D

Anyways also got to know his assistants Suzanna and Irene. Can't wait to see their US$40 million worth of art work by the old avant-garde masters. Haha. Pablo, Salvador, Botero. 'Sup? Heez.

Sigh. Reckon I'm a little overjoyed for nothing in particular. Wanted to watch some M18 movie with Hongkai just now but played pool again in the end. Boo. Time to go to bed.

Lines or contours? 

Check this out.

Collins Cobuild English Dictionary, Page 805: Holiday. (n-count) In British English, a holiday is a period of time during which you relax and enjoy yourself away from home.

Reckon among all the junior colleges in Singapore only ACJC administrators happen to really understand the meaning of "holiday" in the royal English language, and thus schedule prelim exams just before the September break. All others speak English but use Plutonian dictionaries. Sad, huh. Or worse, perhaps this is what we mean when we say, "let's produce a Singlish dictionary!" Whoa. Please don't mean it. Blake, Tim and other aussie buddies will really laugh their heads off. The last time when Tim came over from Perth he asked me, "Hey. Do you Singaporeans have a life? Or are there any straight guys on this island? Wicked!" He's really the dude speaking up for the handful of us. Hah.

I just hope after some a few decades when someone like me now asking around, "Yo dudes, wanna go chill out later?", he won't get strange pale faces pulled out from the pile of books on the canteen bench, eyes rolled at him. That kinda expression you get from muggers makes my stomach turn. Heez.

Saturday, September 04, 2004

Warmly cool 

Chilled a little in Orchard with Lei and Ken just now. Pretty happy for them now seeing my two good old friends reconciling. Unsurprisingly they are the only couple I won't feel like being a light-bulb to be with. Haha. Reckon this'll bring back good memories in the future. =)

Chatted with my junior Leon through the net last night. He's been in London for just 3 days and already he's mixing well with the schoolmates at Westminster. Great stuff for that dude. Reckon the warmth he feels over there (though it's now getting quite chilly in England) is much greater than what one gets here in Singapore. Everyone's just too freaked out about the prelim exams to hide their true colours anymore. Hah. What a chilly island we're living on. Do you feel cold under the scorching sun?

Sometimes, a simple helping hand in need worths more than a thousand treats. Come on people. Let's be human. (Whoa this sounds like the GP essay question, eh? Heez.) Thanks very much for the help today, Qian Tai.

Friday, September 03, 2004

Listen to the rain 

Does love really turns into hate when it's at the maximum like mentioned in some Chinese idiom? Don't reckon any mathematician doing multiple differentiation can solve this mystery. Well, I've really no idea but I hope not.

Was influenced by Kenneth's blog and I began to feel lonely again on my way back from art history class. But the emotion was short-lived as I strolled along Sixth Avenue, had a drink at Gutherie House and began having the one-man carefree feeling as I then went to Queenstown Library to flip through basketball magazines. Whoa. The cookies-and-cream milkshake at Cafe Galilee's not bad at all, by the way.

Life's still good. But just that the old-man lethargic feeling is still inside me for reasons I know not of. It's a funny sensation when I feel held back every time I wanna go for something like in secondary school times, and eventually giving up feeling crappy, impotent and nonchalant. What's up with me? It ain't like "your wisdom is consumed in your confidence, my lord", but it's exactly the other way round perhaps. Sad. Well, not really.

So, GP prelim has gone with the wind. Yesterday was madness. Fortunately, it's only a prelim exam. But so what if it's A-level itself? Hahaha. Yipee. World Cup 2006 qualifiers this weekend. It's gonna be quite a feast for an another lonesome weekend. :)

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Redefinition 

"Happiness is the aim of life and art brings happiness." - Aristotle.

Just saw some of my dad's recent work and became really really happy. Well, happy isn't really the word. It's some kinda feeling cannot be wordly described. The development of his oeuvre has become magnificent, gorgeous, even benedicting. I'm blessed.

Can't wait to see Monsieur Stephane again, though my french has rusted into near nothingness. Perhaps friday. Or saturday.

Lately I've realised there is actually no one in my circle, or rather in school, whom I can really communicate my heart with. Ain't gonna blame this philistine island. It's just the popular ignorance. Sometimes I wonder why they've built the Esplanade when there aren't gonna be art pieces good enough to be displayed there nor will there be appreciators really taken in by art and nothing else. Reckon this ain't my hole, somehow.

"Thank God Almighty for the arts lest I forget I am alive." - Babara Tuchman.

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