Tuesday, May 22, 2007



Nawawi - "I have a younger brother lah."
Yang En - "What's his name? Nawawa?"
Me - "Omigosh really?"

Nawawi and Yang En are the lurbbe.

This is my 272th post. This strikes me as somewhat significant, but it's not really. I don't even know why it seems significant to me.

Maybe because I'm damn stoned right now, and full. Had a nice nice buffet at Merchant Court. The food's damn nice, especially the famed Durian Pentang. The potato salad, sashimi and spring rolls were pretty damn good as well. The Shark's Fin and Cream of Vegetable were major disappointments though. The Shark's Fin taste was completely drowned by the tangy taste of the beansprouts. The result was an unpleasantly strong sour taste. The Cream of Vegetable was bloody bland. Like 1 part cream 5 parts water.

I'm emo'ing to Avril Lavigne's Innocence now. The song, not her innocence per se. She's definitely not innocent now. Not with being married and posing nude on magazine pictures.

And I feel so bad. I forgot to bring Koda Kumi's album for Nicolas today =( I've put it in my bag already so I can't possibly forget tomorrow.

Finally got my results today. Can't be bothered to dig up my sketch-pad and fill in the grades. Let it suffice to say that I have gotten 22 for my L1R5. Telling my parents that I failed A-Maths...

Mum was understanding to actually look at the paper ( which will still kill me anyway )
Dad was typically and expectedly punish-first-attitude. Which pissed me off immensely. Thankfully Mum persuaded him to look at the paper. As it is, I'm dao'ing him because I'm damn pissed with him now anyway. When he can't even bother to look at the paper... To him, it's the result that counts. Ok, so 75% of the cohort fails the paper. Maths is my weakest subject and you want me to pull out what? A f***king A1? He can dream all he wants, there is no way I can possibly get an A1 for Maths. It just cannot be done. I cannot crunch numbers like that, I really cannot. It's not a matter of trying, it just cannot, I can't do it. I -cannot- do it. He can take that I'll-look-at-the-result-only attitude for all I care. Because I don't care. Take away my internet for all I care, it's not changing the fact that I cannot do well for maths. If he understands, then well good. If he cannot, then whatever. I'm past the point of caring about such insignificant details.

Rio must have been damn pissed at me today. He passed to me the script meant for Victorian Challenge. I read through it, told him it was good, then proceeded to meticulously demolish the script. I don't care if it's beautifully poetic or whatever. It's long-winded and completely unnecessary. It's not necessary for you to show off your poetic-talent. Which is, by the way, only superficially deep. It lacks meaning, and it's only beautiful on the surface. Not to mention your idea of the play which will involve horribly stupid angles.

By the way, I've been dragged in to film the damn thing. I'm stuck with people who will act like rocks ( which is not really acting for most of them ) and retardedly limited resources. How the hell do I film 17 scenes in 12 hours with 4 cameras? 4 shitty cameras, not to mention actors who will take at least 123123123123123 takes before they even bring an ounce of emotion to the surface, which will leave me self-destructive.

Also, I heavily edited the script, and pointed out to Rio that it's insanely long-winded. He argued at first, then relented that my edits were "meaningful." When I said "Duh." he called me arrogant.

Hello? Do I look like I have the time to make "meaningless" edits? I could care less if the script is a steaming pile of noogie-crap ( which is partially true ) . But since I've agreed to do it, I'm going to do it right. I'm not saying that I"m right all the time, but if you can't even trust someone who works with the stage, then let's not listen to the government. It's the same argument you're presenting to me anyway. The "i won't listen to you because you're not right all the time." No one is, darling. But I can safely say I'm better than you. Deal with it.

Rio also seems to be under the impression that everything is going to go right and perfectly and whatever. Which is horribly untrue as we all know. I shall assume worst-case scenario and begin with the if-you-piss-me-off-I-will-throw-a-bitchfit attitude. Which is about the only way to handle most of the people in my class.

He still has to write part 2 and 3 which I asked for tomorrow. He doesn't HAVE to pass it to me tomorrow, of course. But then that means he can only get it back like when school starts. Or he could simply pass it to someone like D***** to edit. D*****is obviously very trained in drama and is definitely my second-successor in case I die. My first successor is a dustbin. Do the math.

Speaking of impossible deadlines, when school reopens:

We have to plan EMD in 1 month. This means:

Drafting
Proposal
Vetting
Informing other CCAs
Getting a response from them and their performances
Printing invites and RSVPing
Arrange Drama auditions plays
Audition bands
Arrange rehearsals

This basically means we have to pull together an event involving at least 4 CCAs in 1 month +. The month which Speech Day falls in, which also means a clashing of practices.

I cannot do it. I cannot do it. There is absolutely no way I can do it. It is impossible to pull together an event like that in a month. It's impossible. Anyone hear me? I CANNOT BLOODY PULL TOGETHER EMD IN A MONTH!

*There were a lot of expletives in the previous paragraph. But I decided to delete them because I realized I just looked damn immature. Thank Weng Keong's blog post for enlightening me to the vices of posting expletives on the World-Wide Web*

Ah blah.

I'm tired.

Boofie...