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Saturday, April 10

Come what may.

How do I manage to manage life. Sometimes, I wonder. This whole past week felt like an utterly mundane kiddy-ride that would just never end. Work started out with a muzzled burst. I swear if I have to hear another single word my boss has to say, i'd probably die. On to a chipper note, I guess it gives me time to reflect upon my sad countenance of lies; it is official. Design is one big, stinky, superficially retarded entity of human nature. It must be vanquished.

Yup, I think i've seen more than a lifetime's worth of supernatural TV shows. Cry myself a river, but I swear I need to find more meaningful pleasures in life, lest I die a crazed lonely hermit. Enough talk of hermits.

Now, I need to come up with a better plan in life. It's high time I think about the future. Whatever that means. Just an ounce of abstruse optimism is what I need. The rest goes a long way. I'm no fool. If I want to be happy in life, I need to weigh out all the things that have been pulling me down. And that has happened a lot in 2010. Yes. Happiness, I daresay, is short-lived. I don't trust myself, and I'd like to keep it that way.

Kay, woah. I need to lay off them Coronas. Heres an intervention alert. People on IM are going way overboard now, in a good way. Gonna have to complete part II of this weeks update tomorrow.

--hazwan.

Labels: my world, once a week updates, rants

posted at 23:16

Thursday, March 11

Springy.

Well, today I arose from slumberland early to get my butt down to school. I know. I love school so much, I can't bear part with it not even once in two silkworm moth cycles. Met Fifi at Yio Chu Kang (my favourite MRT station, besides Little India) and had a bit of breakfast.

Turnout today was beyond disappointing. Them year two's are so gonna get whipped by Sarah. Hope she wears her dominatrix outfit though. A few yadda yaddas here and there and thats it. Fifi had to go out with friends so yeah I was left with nada to do.

A 72 and 291 trip later, and it was time for dinner. I had an entire barbeque spring chicken to myself. Damn, that was good. Well in other non food-related news. I did a bit of DIY hair dyeing. I kinda like the colour, it makes me feel special. You can now fit me in any regular ole japanese porno; I swear i'd be paid well.

Tomorrow's a free day. I think i'm gonna pay dear Nyai a visit. I really miss all my cousins. Arshad, you heard me. Hehe. Well that's something you haven't heard in a very long time.

Adios.

--hazwan.

Labels: my world, updates that are way overdue

posted at 23:39

Tuesday, November 17

Inclined plane.

Holy snakes. It's mid November. There's a draft blowing in from somewhere as I type (although it might just be the fan). Back on topic. Yeah, it's mid November. I am in a race with time. Everything and everything else that happened between the day I last updated and this very second is in a blur. A motionless blur.

A milestone in my life is coming up. Come 24th January, 2010. It is the day that I die. But don't cry for me Angelina. Not just yet. Because, I will be happy, and maybe kinda tipsy too afterwards. Let's just cut to the chase. The Killers will be here. They will be performing. There will be singing. And I will be there. Awesome salty sea dogs. I am a huge fan. Perfect timing. Sorry Bellamy, but I will have to see you some other day.

Bless it be. What about the other aspects of my sordid life? Hmm. Assignments and all, their going on pretty well. Yeah. Meaning I've been completely ignoring them. How I wish I was half as responsible as...anyone I know who's responsible. I'd probably slay all of them assignments. But fret I must. Because the synonymity that is Hazwan Tan and procrastination will continue to live on. Sighs.

What else. Drama has been fun. Performances and drama sessions (and throw in them random drama outings + movie evenings), their all good. It'd be sad to see everything culminating on Alumni Night. The nightliest of all the nights. Sighs again. I see that fast forward button right in front of me. The end of the year is coming. I hate father time.

Today, I skived off school to take some more photos for that photojournalism assignment. Adam was free, so I took him around Changi Airport for a trip. I swear I can draw you a map of that place. Planes are shifty little things. I don't really trust them. Cue the colons (the punctuation mark, not the organ).

Okay. Let's just leave it hanging here. My head's in a cloud. Someone, help me through this hopeless haze. Can't wait for supper.

--hazwan.

Labels: lazy, my world

posted at 22:15

Monday, September 21

New state of affairs.

I love to eat. The first day of Eid saw me gaining at least 73.89% of the weight that I lost during Ramadan back. And I don't mind.

It was great fun, being able to eat again. I think I pigged out more than Tri this year. Nyai really outdid herself with the smorgusbord of ethnic dishes ranging from sambal goreng to khorvadz. The house wasn't too shabby, either. Everyone was there and I think I managed to apologize to everyone (it's an Eid tradition; that's the whole purpose of Ramadan: don't eat, apologize, and think about Hari Raya), even mom.

Now its time to catch up with life. The past two months felt like a marathon. It's one of those times when everything goes by in a blur, and what you have at the end of each day is just a collection of random memories. All the dramanites (don't sue me Dunman Secondary) have been missing production rehearsals like somebodys' beeswax, but not me; i'm glad that I have more free time to laze around and do nothing at home. What I miss are all of them times we spent together, it was that fun. Aahh.

Just the past week I met Grandpa and Sobo in their new Bandung dig. Damn its beautiful there. So many western influences in the form of Dutch architecture; no wonder Aunt Liyi's been ravaging bout' the place like somebody's beeswax (mind that new catchphrase of mine). It was weird that I was the only one fasting there (my relatives are all Catholics), and that talk Grandpa gave me was just funny. I dislike it when people preach to me about religion. It gets me in a sardonic mood. And I get hungry when i'm sardonic.

Haha. Ok its time for dinner. I am laying low at my own home for a few days, before I move to Dad's for the weekend. Time to de-sanitize my unoccupied-for-three-months bed. A special shout out to Rafa and Mika in Vancouver; I can't seem to keep my blog secret for some reason (coughs spits nosebleeds Putri coughs phlegm). Happy first day of Eid to them.

And yes, contrary to stupid belief, I have not (quote) 'crawled into an airtight cupboard and gotten high on my secret stash of LSD and died' (unquote) during my one month bloggers sabbatical. Coughs sneezes pukes Putri is a cow poops.

Redoxon FTW.

--wan.

Labels: celebrations, food, my world

posted at 17:57

Friday, July 17

Muse.

Oh, I forgot I had a blog. Woe is me.

My life has been a little bit more organized since the last time you've heard. 70% of the Wan pie chart is taken over by school and drama (don't ask about the rest). It's kinda assuring to know that in three weeks, we'll be free of school again. Yup, term 2 is tad bit short. Better get started on those assignments (especially when it's submission the very next day). Annual Production 2009 has been postponed due to the ongoing H1N1 pandemic. Rehearsals are still going on though, at least we have more time to hone our skills *ooo*.

Talk about honing. I feel like i've wasted 1 year of my life trying to change into a better person. Of course, truly, I don't, everythings just like moss on a rocky cliff, but it's kinda sad whenever your good intentions are taken advantaged of. Sighs about that.

Plagued I am indeed. Design does things to you. All this, and I haven't even been in the industry yet. I think i'll heed my aunt's dire warnings. Maybe I should just quit and start fresh, and become an accountant or a doctor. Yes, I know. No, never an attorney, Putri.

Well, I should turn in now, i'm so lethargic. The bug in me is persistent. I hope I can feel better enough for tomorrows rehearsals (I had to miss school today by the way). Can't wait for Sunday. I need to find me that inspiration. Somewhere, in my ocean of a head.

p.s. happy 9th birthday to Adam.

--wan.

Labels: my world, school, sick

posted at 21:45

Friday, June 19

Hibernative.

Wow. It has been awhile since I've emptied my mind on this here blog. A lotta lotta lotta lotta stuff has happened since...the last time I was here. Naturally. Okay. The fundamentals. School ended, about a week ago. Hoorah. What else. Oh, StageArts Camp 09 too. Putri, Dad, Afik and Daniel have had their birthdays. Oh, yeah, have I mentioned, schools over?

Now, I can't deny the fact that my life has taken a turn for the worst. What's new, right? All you anarchic emos, come join me. Violent seas. My boat has officially sunk. You can stop laughing now Tri. Back to reality.

Well, this whole week has surely been a breath of zoo air (cos zoo air is fresh yet imbued with smells of animal excrement). Tuesday saw its last deadline for Term 1. Congratulations to all my fellow design students, let us all revel. God I spent so much money on assignments. It's terrible. I owe Kai and Eun big time for being my loansharks. Please don't vandalize my grandmother's swing if I happen to 'forget' paying you. Gotta remember.

SA Camp was a roller-coaster ride for all too many. To those of you guys involved, congratulations, your hard work paid off. It's over, whohoo! When can we fix a prata date now? I had fun being a senior. Although my group wasn't all that hot (to which I have to apologize), we managed to make it through day three.

Now, it's that time of the year again. I can't believe we are actually halfway past 2009. You can spin a bit slower, Earth. Annual Production 2009 and Semester 1 Term 2 (or is it Term 1 Semester 2?). Woow. I think i'll really cherish this weekend i'm gonna have with Dad. Yeah, I'm staying over his place; Father's day of sorts. I miss you Winatas'.

Yikes, I've left the oven on too long. Better get to my steak. We'll reminisce later.

--wan.

Labels: lazy, my world

posted at 22:49

Saturday, May 30

Put it on the back burner.

There is nothing more useless than a helpless soul drowned in the depths of irony. Yes, I am re-quoting myself.

Past week was dope (I should stop saying that, lest I want a black eye from one of my classmates). Wow, I really hope this H1N1 influenza trend will die down, soon. Why call it a trend? Cos', it's like, everywhere. The news, the people dying, the lame washroom break jokes, it's taking over our lives. If PCK does a song on this and I happen to catch it on that useless lame excuse for a television channel, I swear I'll just migrate to Jupiter on Putri's mothership.

I have gotten a lot of work done the past week. Yes I have, you eye-rollers. Now, I'm just left with the actual executions for most of the works. Of course, this is not counting all the theory assignments (to which I am very sorry I have been missing out on). Oh yeah, I guess there probably has been talk going on about how invisible i've been this semester. It's not what you think. To those who know, can you guys at least sell me out in a good light? I'll appreciate it.

And yes, I am indeed very very sick, this is not a rumor. I've been burning up the temperature scales the past two days, and that frog (frock, to those with no humor) in my throat just gave birth. My voice is gone. Pity it had to happen during such an important time. Drama auditions did not go so well; I guess it just wasn't meant to be. The re-auditions didn't turn out so well either, because I didn't even turn up. And yeah, I missed todays drama session too. Sighs, I don't really know whether I should hate or thank Nyai. Feh, it's for the best.

I think that's all I want to say. Next week will, hopefully, be another full week for me. I hope everyone else stays sane, but they'll need some anti-depressants, judging by the current state of things. Trash that pretense of altruism, no one cares anyway (God I am mean).

Keep up the realism.

--wan.

Labels: my world

posted at 23:08

Monday, May 25

Shadowplay.

Last week.

School seemed to slip by me, for no apparent reason. My assignments had to wait for just a little bit longer, I needed more time to clear my head (something more people should learn to do, remember what Mr Tan K. S. said, VC0ers).

Some of the nights were spent preparing for StageArts Night 2009. Acting and bitching are soothing pastimes, try them out for effective stress loss. Back on topic, the event (held at the NYP Amphitheater) was a jolly-good success. To those involved, (especially the Blower's daughter, mother, husband and friends) don't beat yourselves up for all the whatshould'vebeens and whatnots, it's over, they loved it, kudos. Chandra, mukaa.

Now, that frog in my throat, it probably got stuck there on it's way out as it was passing through my uvula. A dry cough, it's not nice to have one. Or a thousand.

The new week came. I can't believe were almost halfway through 2009. The winds of change are blowing in our faces, they've never been this strong. If something hits you hard, just wipe it off. I got most of my queries for the various assignments answered today; week 8 couldn't come faster enough. Boy, all these negative vibes. I'll be a Phoebe Buffay and say that all this bad chi is bad for you, mother. Think straight. Nothing's worse than a helpless spirit submerged in the depths of irony. God.

For what seems like the umpteenth time, the computer speaks. I know it's ten. Ok. I'll go.

Zzz.

--wan.

Labels: drama, my world, the world we live in

posted at 21:49

Saturday, May 16

Roundabout.

So I woke up at five effing thirty in the morning to Putri's call yesterday. Grandmother dear was in need of assistance; there were kiddos to babysit, lots of them. Turns out, Tri really had to go to school, so she couldn't babysit (for the world, really). Normally, Nyai does the job pretty well alone, but, as she was terribly ill, we really couldn't allow it. So, I offered help, like the good grandson I was. (It was sad that I had to miss morning lessons, it was a very, very difficult decision to make...)

My. The kids were absolutely horrible. They were all cranky and sick, so it was like being trapped in a house full of Furbies. Jeez. An hour to midday, and still no sign of Tri. It's a wonder how none of my aunts and uncles (who all probably have 3 years worth of unused paid leaves) actually bothered to take at least half a day off of work to help, those workaholics. Anyway, at about noon, Nyai dear told me to leave, cause she could handle it, and that I was such a peach drop (Tri called to say she was on the way home). So I left. Then.

Fast forward forty minutes later. I was in the train, commuting from Khatib to Yio Chu Kang. Something in my bag was vibrating. It was a call.

Me: "Afternoon."

Putri: "Sasa, where are you laa!?"

Me: "Train babe. It's 12.50 in the afternoon, slightly drafty outside, and I'm commuting from Khatib to Yio Chu Kang. What's up?"

Putri: "You stupid laa you lor. You took the main key ah never put back siool. Now cannot go inside!"

Main key. Fidgets. I pity the people who stood next to me in the train. You probably knew what I said out loud.

So, in the end, I told Tri to go home, blablabla, cabbed to Nyai's, went inside, and crawled under the sofa.

I could've gone back to school, but Tri (who stupidly sat under the apartment while waiting like some minah by the way) brainwashed me into staying. I wanted out anyways. Sighs.

So. That is why I had to miss school yesterday. The end.

p.s. I think I've caught the flu. Oh, world of hate.

--wan.

Labels: my world

posted at 00:58

Saturday, April 18

Journey to success.

After weeks upon weeks of practice, practice and more practice (ee so cliche), I can say with utmost Rafa-ish pride that the end result (Thursday's & Friday's SBM & SHS Orientation SA performances respectively) turned out, pretty good. A. Men.

The past 2 or 3 so weeks have been dope (tiring dope, work and badminton matches with Maxxie aside). Rehearsals were tiring, albeit, we did have a lot of fun. This past week, even more so. The fatigue was just killer. Groans. However, the adrenaline pumping through your veins, knowing that in a few days/hours you'll get to perform what you've been practicing hard for, it's just...priceless. (Mastercard moment everybody).

And then came Thursday.

It was divine. Performing in front of close to a thousand people. Probably an opportunity that'll be very hard to come by now that it's gone. Sniffs. Damn, there's no need for tissues, woosies.

All of my co-actors, they did amazingly well. Kudos, kudos. SHS Orientation on Friday was all the more better; it was a full auditorium. But we managed to pull it off. Hearing the audience laugh at your lines, it's just so pleasing, to the soul. Sniffs. Aaaaaaah. They all better join Drama if not they should all die. I'll make sure.

Ok, now back to a different reality. New term begins next week, and I am quite perky, by pre-term period standards. We still have a lot of work to do (drama people), Club Crawl 09', you shall be conquered (what was that). It's gonna be another busy week, though I predict it will actually be not as bad as we think. All of you freshen up for school; come on, not everyone in the world can afford something like this, so be grateful, you idiots (don't you feel like punching me now?). Of course you do. Hehe I am such a bitch.

So, in the words of a very, very smart, philosophical and selfless sage: I am the dragon slayer, and thus I shall slay the dragon. (Or whatever that self-proclaimed douchebag Coach from Survivor Tocantins said).

Cheerios.

--wan.

Labels: drama, my world, school

posted at 23:34

Monday, April 6

Filler.

So that iCal application proved itself worthy of some tinkering. Life has never been as organized as it already is now. Bummer.

First day of work at 'Huge Mega Valet' was peachy. Also, it's getting more difficult for me to tutor now that Adam has joined us (he has the attention span of a dead monkey) and now with daily rehearsals for drama, even more so. We need that barbeque (no babies, please Vicki).

I just got home by the way. Thank God Aunt cooked tonight. Oh well, I can always eat those baked beans for breakfast (if I can wake up by 6). Meeting MAXXIE BOI for badminton tomorrow morning before drama. If only I can remember where I placed my long tube of cocks. I just had to say that, Sam.

p.s. happy belated birthday, bella luna Julyha ;)

--wan.

Labels: my world

posted at 22:57

Monday, March 23

Stuffed.

I have eaten so much in the past twenty-four hours that now my stomach looks like Putri's face. We had (by we I mean the Galistan family) a full course dinner meal back at Nyai's. There were two types of curries, a typical Malay sambal dish, rocket greens and red cabbage salad, a steaming pot of Nyai's authentic goat's milk rice and a bakers supply of lavash (an Armenian bread). Jeez, it's been a long, long time since i've tasted Nyai's food. Aaah. I do enjoy a bit of off time from cooking once in awhile.

Well, since mum's back at home, i'm staying at Nyai's again (stop clucking). The kids are finally gone; the holidays are over for them (yeah!), and finally Nyai has some time for a well deserved rest. Though that's not going to stop that woman from bickering at my faux-dyed hair and black nails. Always looking out for me. She really is a piece of work, Natassha (haha). I do wish she'd stop calling me bibong Muhammad in supermarkets though. The nerve.

For this week it'll be much less of a chore for me. Since i'm staying at me granny's theres no need for that daily (and nightly) train ride to and from Kallang and Tampines. I'm also starting tuition lessons with Shasha and Adam for this month through to April, beginning tomorrow. I can be quite of an ass once I start teaching though (even more than I usually am), so I hope Didam is prepared *evil laughter*. Now is that pedophile-ish or what. Eww.

Anyway, after tennis session with Putri just now, I chanced upon one of my old Kumon tuition buddies, Richard Lee (or was it Richard Lim?). I remembered him for the sole fact that he always let me copy down the answers for Japanese class worksheets (you wondered why I was always stuck at worksheet E). It was particularly more curious for me, as my daily horoscope for today read that i'd reunite with an old friend (I only read them for the fun of acting stupid). Hahahahaha.

Heck, maybe that personal-validation-fallacy-scam-for-the-more-naive-amongst-us-horoscope (read more about the Forer effect, people) was right in a different way: I did reunite with an old friend today, and that old friend's called sloth. Hehehe. Goodnight, losers.

--wan.

Labels: family, my world

posted at 23:27

Saturday, March 14

Days of gloom and glory.

The past two days have been tiring. Yesterday was kinda' fun. We had this drama cum dance session (in preparation for that big upcoming club crawl play) where both the actors and dancers had a chance to do the usual stuff the other party does. I can now confirm with pride what i've known for the past seventeen years of my life: I can't dance for nuts (not even kuachis).

Well anyway. After collecting my now repaired Vaio from Wisma at around noon, I headed to Denni's workplace with Tri (guess: it's a coffeehouse with an oceanic slut as a mascot). Had a brilliant time catching up, I do miss the old times quite a lot (I sound like some war veteran). It's been quite awhile since we've met up with Herman a.k.a. Man the man. Maybe he finally has a girlfriend. Haha (I know you're probably grinning your heart out with me on this one, Putsy).

In other news. That new shopping mall in Tampines is opening real soon. Not that i'm excited or anything, just that i'm hoping that I could find a job opportunity there, since I'm staying at Nyai's next week. Let's pray someone else doesn't find a job before I do (sike!).

--wan.

Labels: my world, nostalgic

posted at 00:21

Thursday, February 26

The great indoors.

Life has been absolutely peachy.

I have been doing quite a lot of productive things at home this past week. Like cleaning up my actual room (I'm back at mom's) for instance. After weeks of inoccupancy, my bed has been a foster home for all sorts of dust bunnies and kitties. Talking about foster homes, I really need to do something for Aunt's Sophia and Rita; both of whom had kindly offered me a space in their homes for when I was at school the past 2 terms. How nice, I know. Maybe I should tutor their children for free or something. And from the looks of it, Shasha does need help in her science. Anyway.

Another reason why I'm happy is that now that there's no mom around to feel guilty about messing up the kitchen anymore, I can cook with ease. Hallelujah. It's great that mom's left me with extra money to get food for myself; although the nearest supermarket's quite far away (Cold Storage down at Stadium Walk) I do make it a point to stock up on supplies at least once a week (I can't wait for the completion of the Stadium and Mountbatten MRT stations, just hurry up construction will ya'). As everyone knows, me cook, me happy.

I have also been quite of a couch and computer seat hog these past couple of days (scoffs out loud). Now, I can't wait for the new episodes of Skins to be out (praise that guy who uploads all of their episodes on YouTube). It's also quite a bit of a long shot, but I do want to get started on re-downloading all of the movies and shows I've lost when my Vaio suddenly died. It'll take years, but I can't live with the fact that I do not have Trainspotting, Goodbye Charlie Bright, Kill Bill's Vol. 1 & 2, and all of the Foster's episodes on my laptop anymore. Curse that one brief moment of impatience, argh.

I also need to get out more often. Sighs. The last time I had so much fun outdoors was with Putri and Sam last Saturday (losers), and yeah, that ridiculous outing with Ama and Hanisah on Monday. Maxxie boy, I effing need to see your face.

Haha, and before I forget, today, Lirong turns eighteen. If you're reading, I wish you all the best for the future and may you have a cliched birthday card greeting of a fulfilling life ahead of you. Cheers friend.

p.s. Rafa and Mika's birthdays are coming up. I haven't gotten them any prezzies yet, but I'll do give them something when they come by here in September. Well, that's till then, then..

--wan.

Labels: birthdays, my world

posted at 23:30

Friday, February 20

Anecdotal.

I have been laying low at home for the past five days, all alone with nothing but a movie marathon and some night fun to look forward to this coming weekend. Fehh, here are a few things that I want to blog about, but don't have the diligence to do so in a proper manner. So a list is suffice.

1. My Vaio crashed so I lost all my precious indie movies, Avatar episodes, as well as 3 whole season's

worth of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.

2. Peanuts can be well worth their weight in gold (inside joke).

3. Rafa's new girlfriend is smoking hot.

4. Putri's boyfriend is psychotic (XD).

5. I need to pay my phone and internet bills, ASAP.

6. I found a decomposed tofu bit underneath the kitchen island that grew brilliantly coloured fungi.

7. Happy 18th birthday Maxxie boi (19/2), lay off them ciggs, alright?

9. There's this new advertisement promoting a new show on Channel 5 that is making me nervous to

watch Survivor every Friday night.

10. Oh yeah, yahoo, Survivor is starting.

11. I just realized that this list does not have a No. 8.

12. I still owe a lot of people money.

13. I hope Kate Winslet receives an Oscar this year, and I am torn between choosing which film deserves

the Best Picture, Frost/Nixon, The Reader, or yes, Slumdog Millionaire.

14. Of course, Ledger for Best Supporting Actor.

15. I need to get a lot of cash if ever I have to send my dead Vaio down for repairs.

16. I need to go shopping (in a totally un-gay way) with some people to get something for someone.

17. I wonder when will that oven timer ring, i'm starving.

18. Everyone, watch American Idol FTW.

This is what my life has become. A high flying executive's organizer. Well, at least I got no more school.

p.s. tell me if I need to add more steps.

--wan.

Labels: lazy, lists, my world

posted at 22:14

Monday, February 16

Home.

So I arrived home from Dad's at around 9 in the morning today. It was great seeing the old man again (he's really quite young) and as usual I had a lot of catching up fun.

It was pretty hazy around parts of town today, and the humidity has risen to choking levels once more. The first thing I did when I got home was take out the chicken breast from the freezer. Watched the telly for a bit (Kyle XY was on) before dozing off for awhile. In the end, I didn't know what to cook, so I just grilled the chicken with some allspice and had them with pita bread and rocket greens. Thank you mom for secretly restocking the fridge.

At around 5 in the evening today, Denni called to ask for some 'study tips'. Now, I know that some of my friends out there are still cramming for their exams like nobody's business. Tough break, guys. (Just know, rote learning isn't very useful when you have a lot of subject matter, so unless you have the mind capacity of Mojo Jojo, don't cram/'mug') I really am thankful that I am done with school.

Take it easy, or you'll just end up like this poor madame.

--wan.

Labels: back home from going off somewhere, father, food, my world

posted at 23:59

Saturday, February 14

Clear skies.

Well, it's about time. Everyone, bid adieu to Year 1. Though the journey we took was long and hard (I know what you're thinking of), to me, everything paid off. And now, let us revel in our freedom.

VACATION SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!!!

Okay, lame and unconvincingly altruistic intro aside, yesterday was quite a subdued blast. I woke up quite early (by this week's standard) and got my butt all the way down to school for what felt like the millionth time. So I wasn't aware of the Colour Studies deadline change, and I was in school too early (how illegal). Thank god I had Macy with me to keep me company. After handing in my CD to Subrina it was time for that Design History test. It wasn't that bad actually, and before I knew it, we were free.

Now I can think of a thousand and one metaphors to describe that feeling of relief I had just now but i'll just say this: I'm so relieved.

Today is gonna' be quite an eventful day. Aunt Rita is having a soiree at her place, and the kid's are going to fly their kites (it's some kite flying event of sorts). Then, in the evening I gotta' head to Dad's place; where i'd be staying for the next few days. I did bunk out at his apartment for awhile (after visiting gramp's one week after Lunar New Year) and, then, I was thinking how great it would be if I could stay there longer. But now, after all the projects and shiznit and whatsorts are done and over with, I finally can.

Heck, i'm so loving this. Putri and Sam, you keep me on that waiting list of yours. Chicken breast, I am so going to make great lasagna out of you this time, for sure. Hairdresser, reserve a tablecloth-thingy-with-a-hole-for-the-head thingy for when I need your services. Polyfriends, you owe me some movie time and a cycling-blading-skating adventure. And it's been awhile since i've seen the drama people. You guy's don't forget to remember me too.

Because now, Wantanabe is as free as a dove.

Cheers for the next 2 months you're away from neurotic me!

p.s. Survivor was great, but what did you expect, a full in depth analytical review of the first episode? Now why would I do that?

--wan.

Labels: my world, school

posted at 00:20

Thursday, February 12

All in 7 days work.

Everybody sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dah.

Everybody sing this song, OH, doo-dah-day.

WHOO.

The holidays are around the corner and I am in a very uplifting mood (but don't just call me Pierrot yet). These few days have been nothing short of heck for all of us Visual Commers. I tell you, I bet i've lost more money investing in printing out multiple posters and cabfare than Microsoft investing in Seinfield for their lame adwork. And not to mention lack of sleep.

Today was rather brisk. After waking up to Lirong's call, I made a quick dash for shower, then to BenColor Printing Co. (it's a printing shop at Bencoolen St.) to print the last of the major assignments, Herman's movie poster. I didn't quite like the outcome (bored) but at least everything was done. And of course, with every trip to the printing shop comes the printing of another YOLO poster, but Wan's bank account, don't fret, because this is gonna' be the last of them all (I can now make a rather lousy non-insulative bedsheet out of the rest of the YOLO rejects).

After a brief period at school (compiling the stuff needed for Herman's submission, oggling at other posters) I went out with my poly gangfriends to the land of the woods for brunch. So it was my second time at Causeway Point (don't ask me why it's called that, the developers must've had their bearings wrong or something) and the food was quite good. Had a lot of good laughs with them, talking bout whatever under the sun. It was a much needed rest.

I ciaoed from Yishun Interchange on number 39 for the third time in my life. Wow, though it only takes fourty or so minutes to reach Aunt Sophia's place the time spent in one feels like hours; it's that bad when you feel oh so narcoleptic on a nauseating bus ride, ah.

Tomorrow is Friday, the official last day of school. Though school has been tiresome and money has been scarce (in part of my tardiness and lack of z's) I feel quite a nice sense of satisfaction, now that everything is coming to an end. Not to mention, the stress tightened our bonds as classmates (just look at the Faiz-KM couple) and brought out the best and worst in some of us.

Just one more day (Design History test tomorrow), then we can (takes cue from Dass the man) CHILLLLLLL BROOOS!

--wan.

Labels: my world, school

posted at 22:03

Monday, February 2

Time bomb.

The past few days went by in a whizz of printing shops, art friends (and enemies), and gay humor.

It is officially the week of reckoning. I think I remembered something like this happening about 5 months ago, the last week of Semester 1. How fast time flies, don't you agree? Now, the VCer's are at it again. But this time, it's on a much bigger scale. It's a whole new ball game for us. May the Gods bless us with magical patience powder, amen.

Now, i've been in a really subjective mood these past couple of days. Whatever feels right does and whatever seems nasty reeks. That sentence was not meant to be understood by anyone so don't tryta' guess (everything I say, really). As of now I notice that our circle of friends is getting bigger and better. I really am new to this kind of peer bonding, so it feels a bit overwhelming for me to really act part of such a group, if anyone gets what I mean. But I can't deny that it's fun.

Let's sidetrack a bit here. I really am sorry that i've broken so many promises, and have irked so many people the past few days. It's difficult for me to explain to different people why certain things happened the way they did, so I really feel at a lost for words whenever I try to redeem myself when faced with their scorn. But to those who understand, much respectful thanks.

I don't think I further need to elaborate on the current state of my school work as it is really quite obvious.

Okay, here's what's done:

Subrina's YOLO poster. We spent the whole Sunday evening printing our stuff at SunSHINE plaza (thanks) and today was the deadline. A great relief.

Now wait a minute, I think that's all that's completed (gasp!).

Okay, what else about school. I feel that the assignments this term have gotten much more interesting (think last Thursday's Botanical Garden's trip) but obviously they come with scary deadlines. Water and poster colour paintings are fun to do but I really hate cleaning up the mess they create. Thank god mum is not at home to see the 'masterpiece' i've done on her parquette.

I also feel atrociously lazy when it comes to revising theory stuff (what have I become), it's terrible. We have an Ergonomics test tomorrow and don't forget that final Design History exam next week. Well, let's take it week by week.

It's getting crazier by the minute.

Okay, I should stop typing now, lest I get carried away and write stuff thats too weird for other people's comprehension. Now to get started on that Egonomics revision.

Friends, all the best for the 'last week of hell'.

--wan.

Labels: friends, my world, school

posted at 22:47

Monday, January 26

Ox.

The past two nights have been a blast.

Yesterday I spent the whole night out with Samputri (it's their couple name, think 'Brangelina'...) and the kiddo's at the Marina Barrage. It was great fun, having the kids along with us; one, it prevents Sam from going all 'Theres this place I know where there's great musi-', and two, they really bring out the 'true' kids within ourselves. Think 'water playground' and wet underwear.

Hehe. I think i've made my cold worse.

Today, the first year of the mighty mighty Ox, and guess what, I ended up awaking exactly at noon. Dad called in shortly after my 13th or so snooze alarm and told me he'd rather me come next week, as it was no use having me at Uncle Robert's for awhile when they all (Sobo & household) are going off visiting somewhere else. And oh yeah, dad kept complaining about a bad stomach ache he got after yesternight's feast, so i bet he too wasn't feeling that great. The amusement, I know. Wished the East Asian side of my family the usual greetings, no doubt. E-orange.

So, in the end, there wasn't exactly much to do (I am not counting assignments obviously). But then, at around 3, aunt Oya called (yeah I have a lot of aunts) from the beach, inviting me to 'join the super family picnic at Pasir Ris'. Haha. I practically laughed out loud when I got there; everyone, even mum, was there, and they all even said (thanks to some cow) a very loud and embarrassing 'KONGSIFAHCHAI!', before I melted away in the sand.

I love my family. They only look different and act classy but in fact, deep down, they're a true blue, Meh-lah-yoo sort of people. Is that a haiku, or what.

Haha, back to reality. I don't think I can face that huge metaphoric pile of work (that I have yet to get started on) back at home. Oh. No.

Whoops, there goes gravity.

Happy New Year everyone.

--wan.

Labels: celebrations, family, my world

posted at 23:52