i miss the odac table in the mornings and afternoons
i miss mugging into the wee hours of the morning listening to glenn ong
i miss eating breakfast on the sofa and falling asleep
i miss drawing on classroom tables
swimming lessons on sundays
going to kap every friday afternoon in primary school
the s-11 foodcourt
i miss the fishball noodles at blk 139
i miss singing the national anthem
i miss struggling upslope branch by branch
i miss shirley manson
the long talks on the telephone i only had with liza emily and you, millie
blk 77 'mama jia'
roaming about junction 8
abacus lessons i'd smoke through
i miss singalong sessions
i miss 'stupid' excursions
everyone i knew but don't see anymore
i miss poster colours and drawing blocks
complaining about boybands
my very old and now defunct celebrity website
royal jelly, marks and spencer pancakes
i miss prize presentations
i miss the paddy field behind the school in vietnam
and filing notes when they got too thick
the heady bitchy days of the establishment
and the best dream i ever had which i woke up from feeling all fuzzy and happy

another saturday night, another sunday morning. zero 7's in the waiting line plays. i think it's absolutely unproductive that i stay in front of the computer for hours every weekend. i'm not even learning how to do graphic work. i did wake up on wednesday with a new found zest, the kind that makes you wanna go do whatever you want. i did the equivalent of a boyband promotional blitz- 1. bbdc to sign up 2. nus to have lunch with jack and to do anatomy 3. spotlight to check out fabric paints 4. cold mountain-- it's a romantic comedy 5. back to camp
but now the whole schedule's off track cuz i forgot to bring the driving lesson attendance book to camp. worse, i've fallen sick again. march's training programme is terrifying.

i forget guitar chords one day after i learn them.

i also uploaded new lomographs. they're on 400 film. is that the reason why they look lacklustre? some of them were taken on the walk from havelock road to south bridge road along the river. i'm so lousy i couldn't find any interesting subject.

to do list for the coming weeks
! find a shop that does cross processing. i figure that's the only way to get shocking colours for photos.
! do my shirt. it's gonna say 'muchomistrust' and features a print of debbie harry. if everything works out.
! study final theory. book practical.
! get my hands on illustrator



why can't we have buildings like these in singapore. it's time to admit it: i'm crazy over architecture. i love to see little models and computer renderings. if i could choose to go back in time, i would do better preparation for my ura interview. i kinda screwed that up. and they were actually impressed by my essay.
it didn't help that i had no portfolio to show. you'd say 'follow your heart' but i don't think i'd give up the chance to study overseas just to do archi in nus. i'm hoping this decision does not make me regret my whole life.

the following topics have been banned from this blog: shopping, clubbing and depression. it's about time to be more introspective..

japanese movie trailer! dunno what's going on but it looks stunning. oiishi ne!

{5 speech balloons}

{ATP was a complete disaster. i didn't even qualify to do the test. i missed all the moving targets.}

{i forgot to return lor his dvds. i spent valentine's day with him, morris, shan'er and their friend william. the sight of flowers and couples made me very very nauseous.}

{go to bbdc tomorrow. crash nus.}

{everyone thinks i'm either insane, wanking, gay, horny (the straight way), funny or stoning. the facts of life. jack once said that some weird people leave books by the roadsides waiting for others to pick them up and spread the joy of reading. well as for me, i have one with xinyi in yio chu kang, one with morris in angmokio and one in michigan with karen. just wanted to say that.}

{make a tshirt and wear it to camp}

joss stone is going to be this year's norah jones.

uh time to add yet another movie to the shows-you-watch-when-all-your-friends-want-to-watch-it-and-it's-too-boring-to-do-anything-else list-- along came polly. but hank azaria was really funny as the french nudist who tells the story about the hippo, with ze very mangled french accent.

shows i wanna watch (for now): last life in the universe, cold mountain.

it's a crappy V day as usual. woke up soon after 3 am cuz they cut the electricity off (no fan!) as part of a total defence day fire drill. dreamt about blackouts and strange aeroplanes. went downstairs at 415 with my fad 11B and id tag. supposed to eat plain porridge and sweet potato but didn't give a damn about it. slept through a NE video. listened to my CO's endurance talk. took a tonner to marina south to support the saf/rsn road 50km road relay. thought that the runners had to run 50k each until corrected that it was a relay. we left after our dear chief of armour ran past us. now at home, lonely and unloved. later, morris and lor and xinyi. typical.

i've missed american idol for the past few weeks and i'm not really missing it either. the grammies were mostly boring. i won't be able to watch moulin rouge cuz i'll be at the range.

and i tried to get to the sex laws page from my company rest room and found that it was blocked. uh oh.. bet they recorded a porn page in the computer log..
broke into the rest room on wed night to watch xmen2. only possible cuz the men went on leave and so 'no government'.

hx.. i'll be in brunei 3-21 apr. can't wait.

morris' new blog is very entertaining. but i can't link it cuz he doesn't want the whole world to find out about it.
the quizzila survey tells me that i shud be in scgs. i am very disturbed. i already tried my best to make it ri.
for the last time, i don't chiong frequently. i haven't since new year's eve, and that's a long time.
at the risk of sounding like a sex crazed ultra hormone-filled guy, i'm gonna advertise the white stripes video for i just don't know what to do with myself. it has the ever so delectable kate moss writhing around a pole, plus, it's in black and white and lingerie. furthermore, if you haven't seen the late johnny cash's hurt, where have you been hiding? it's ten times as powerful as your average booty shaking mtv. i've seen it at least 4 times. the image of his wife june carter looking on followed by old footage of the couple enjoying themselves on a train ride is greatly moving. even the way he pours wine all over the table and closes the lid of the piano is poignant.

i also have a renewed interest in pool, and janet jackson. and i have visited williamhung.net and signed his petition. he must be a happy loser.

wah thanks man the guy who works at gv plaza for spoiling my lost in translation. why? cuz we kept seeing the boom mike dipping in and out of the screen and i thought : couldn't be the film's fault right.. guess what i just found out it's because the fucked up projectionist didn't frame the film properly. annoyed me the whole time. guess it's a good show after all.

a cute little fashion presentation...Falling - Illustrations by Chris Gambrell

it seems to me that every house i visited this festive season has at least a flat screen monitor. why am i not in the loop?

vanilla sky is a good film. to quote millie, it's an underrated tom cruise movie. it's got a great soundtrack- took me a while to recognise the sigur ros song.. anyway, i always thought penelope cruz was not very gorgeous but after the movie, i've gotta admit, i'd fall hook line and sinker for that accent alone.

i just did an exhausting project of sorts for my sis. she has to submit a family tree story for a contest. i've no idea what the prizes are; the poster says only 'prizes to be won'. but damn, she'd better win. spent the past two hours scanning ancient photos and typing it out. the photos makes me wonder how we grow up so fast.