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Thursday, August 26, 2004
hullo, i have permanently defected to http://www.wunderlamb.thegallbladders.com this blogger site is now defunct! Friday, August 20, 2004
visual comm task one: use six images (presented in ppt) to communicate a theme/message, to be presented in lecture monday. everybody else made the obvious choice of photography, but i geh kiang decided to do a comic, explaining why i am suffering at the drawing board over the weekend while the normal people play. in sociology, we're debating moral ambivalence and euthanasia. Thursday, August 19, 2004
i was reading my bible, and some passages in exodus spoke to me. here they are: Bezalel & Oholiab (exo 35:30) - then Moses said to the Israelites, "see, the Lord has chosen Bezalel son of Uri, and son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah, and he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with skill, ability and knowledge in all kinds of craft. (exo 36:1-2) - so Bezalel, Oholiab and every skilled person to whom the Lord has given skill and ability to know how to carry out all the work of constructing the sanctuary are to do the work just as the Lord has commanded. then Moses summoned Bezalel and Oboliab and every skilled person to whom the Lord had given ability and who was willing to come and do the work. wow. no ability has been bestowed frivolously, and no talent is too small to serve God. i am not the best at what i do, but i will not look down on my abilities because they are God-given. and i am willing to come and do the work of God! did you have a revelation too, this morning? Sunday, August 15, 2004
can you believe it? phew. thus ends many months of toil. now i will cast off my rags and begin life anew - scrambling frantically to catch up where i last left off from my school work. bummer, im up to my armpits in film and photog projects; who asked me to take so many broadcast related modules this sem? lets recall the days leading up to the event. on thursday, the manhunt & pageantry folks were going through their last rehearsals while everyone else was madly cutting, slicing and glueing cardboard for the stage backdrops. i had to shuttle between this and the jcrc election-banner painting. i remember feeling incredibly hungry and mildly irritated. on friday, i woke up to seven hours of lessons! chuan the big hearted tao geh plucker gave me a lift to sci in his pickup since i was already late and still had to pack things to bring to raffles town club. then i spent the whole day learning html and the finer points of operating a $5000 DVcam without breaking its tripod, while the rest of the d&d main comm set about carting props and various necessities to the hotel. i left my last lecture around 7 and took a cab with esther to clementi for cell group. there i recharged my spirits! cell ended at 9.30, abouts. my dad kindly drove me to rtc, where i discovered that it had been bestowed upon us one night's complimentary spa suite, which had (1) steam bath facility (2) big jaccuzi pool facing flat screen tv (3) sauna room (4) tv/ktv room (5) one shower room with see-through doors (6) a toilet whose lights could not be switched on (a cause of much distress because the guys couldnt see enough to aim, and too much misfiring made the floor gross, so most people probably ended up peeing in the shower anyway). of course, this magnificent suite had to house 15 excited university students, so it lost much of its magnificence and became alot like a ruinous mess. in the middle of the night i was hungry (no lunch no dinner what, the whole day), so CG rode me down bukit timah road on his honda bike (AGAIN! heehee hee hee) for hokkien mee. HEE HEE we worked on the props until late, but it was hard getting to sleep surrounded by all this grand opulence. peishan, edward and chuan scampered about in their bathing suits trying one amusement after another, while the rest of us eventually crumpled onto the beds. i fell asleep curled against the warm back of ampang and didnt open my eyes until morning. Tuesday, August 10, 2004
heres to sobriety. since my last drunken post, ive done some more urgent d&d work, left a pot of sausage soup on my floor to swiftly coagulate, got angry with the procrastinating banner printing company, owed somebody $230, and was persuaded to contest for the publications office in jcrc. i dont know what i did that for, because im sure the resulting workload will make me go mad, as if now is not bad enough. pipi gallbladder asked why i did that (digging my own pit), and aside from the purposes of building portfolio, chalking hall points, da da, its maybe to find out how much it will take for me to break down. hurhur at 2218hrs now, i am sitting down to my first real meal of the day since i woke up this morning. hehheh. im so glad bearboy made me stock up on nissin cup noodles, cos thats the only thing i could find to feed myself. damn hungry! hungry like sai! the I WANT A KAWASAKI MOTORCYCLE! Sunday, August 08, 2004
hooray choya! lets hear it for alcohol and the way cleverly imbibed amounts can make mush of your brain. and psychomotic skills as well. im not down enougth to not typoe properly, anyway i feel like a could write a 100000000000 word novel. today i discovered that o boy it IS depressing to walk alone through throngs of beautiful people with lovers in tow, it is depressing to realise that there is no such thijng as a person who is happy all the time, and it is depressing to know that you can love some people more than they themselves love you, and it is depressing to remember people who have died. what a beautiful haze as i sit here swaying in my chair in this loft on the highest peak of the world let me write a list of people i love so dearly i would probably die if they left: quanyi xingzhe bearboy joyce mommy daddy gabrieltianxiang o wait, hahahaha!!!!! the irony of it hits me like a cement truck in the stomach i cant feel my toes, but i can stilll type good. am i queen or what huh Friday, August 06, 2004
now popo tells me he might scud off to iraq for a few months, on diver mission. cant help it, i feel very itchy about my friend being in lands where the people have a great penchant for beheading. also, i love popo because he is my fake brother (FB). and because he doesnt read this blog i can say: although zhe is very often a stupid nenepok who likes to dig his own grave and sit in it, he is actually a very nice boy and in fact one of the most wonderfullest persons in the world, and i hope he'll stop getting into trouble and be happy. because he doesnt read this blog i can write nice things about him here and still beat him and curse his moral direction when i see him. ha im done with 1) manhunt & pageant publicity posters 2) psychedelik! d&d banner 3) tickets now in adobe, plowing through 16 pages of the souvenir booklet, which includes shots of the contestants, a speech by the d&d chairman, committee photos and sponsors logos. i finally recieved the contestants' photoshoot mugs late last night, so theres nothing left that i have to wait for (besides ampang's speech) to complete all my work. rarr! God make me tireless for one more week! Thursday, August 05, 2004
we assembled in the carpark, an unlikely crew of six, plotting to hang the monstrous election banner on a tree. after much yelling and hurling of big rocks, we hoisted it up on a branch with the aid of a bamboo pole and skinny rafia. it swung gently on its fraying string, threatening to fall and dent somebody's toyota. we left it there for a night, then JH took it down so i could make some amendments to the election dates. so it is like that. i pass my days absorbed in thick black banners, moldy paint, urgent angry phone calls and alot of adobe photoshop. i dont remember feeling so busy before, even when i was mugging ten subjects for o levels. i love my graphik work, but i hate tight deadlines and i hate having to work through the night when i have 830am class the next day. anyhow, id rather slog my arse off for hall projects than sci stuff, because in sci, i am a social retard and make few friends. idiot, nowadays i am in desperately-seeking-approval mode. like a puppy waiting for a good scratch and tickle from his human. i had a sort of mental seizure, which started as the image of one square block in my head that began to multiply madly and uncontrollably, until my mind was exploding with frantically jostling squares, and i think i went briefly blind, couldnt see bearboy's face although i knew he was just in front of me. i moved my hands to my head and it was like trawling them through thick liquid. there were a billion people shouting at me from inside my head. after a mug of hot milo, it was all over and i fell asleep. i think im unhappy but not sure why. id very much like to be stupidly happy all the time, which is what i always thought i was. oh, im falling asleep on the laptop. Sunday, August 01, 2004
pushed my way damply into the room from the rain. the bottom of my jeans had been trawling the streets of boon lay and were wet, sickeningly. Jerusalem was untouched by rain because of the damn expensive thousand-layer-thick guitar case, so that's something to celebrate. cabbie companies and order-in pizza houses are celebrating the dastardly weather too, no doubt. yesterday i had an extraordinarily good quiet time and felt very ministered to by God. ignored the tug to step forward for deliverance today at service though. sorry bearboy, cos maybe you were hoping i would. i am still baffled by how easy you smother the memory. oy, you dont like my blue roses issit!! why no reciprocation!! in exchange for babysitting bearboy's embarrassing but very entertaining cousin, bra bra (because last time he keep talking very loudly about bra), we got three tickets to the ndp preview. so bearboy, chuan-mei, little boy bra and i went on saturday and enjoyed it plenty. it was my virgin ndp viewing. heehee. they sang munera valibaa in techno style. Friday, July 30, 2004
it must be my el nino of emotional weatherscapes. ive dealt badly with every turdpile (and there were many) that came my way this week, and ive gone through a whole gamut of rotten moods. today i was immensely angry at the whole popo universe for no good reason. it got worse after i plowed through guitar lesson and travelled the long way back to hall to find that my d&d ticket design had been rejected by blasted ntu student affairs office. i skipped a lecture and spent the whole afternoon redoing the template and sent it to sao, only to have it rejected again for retarded reasons. i banged my head on the table, yelled abit down the phone at persons totally unrelated to my crisis, and redid the template for the third time. i rushed down to sao by 5.20pm, was rejected again, and told that the boss went home early and would not be back until monday. well, bleeding hell. that was the bitter end of my personal battle with sao and the ruin of the d&d ticketing schedule. now im done being angry and frustrated. i bought blue roses for bearboy, so that maybe he would forget what a werewolf i was (am). but im a little sad that he didnt seem impressed with them at all. tommorrow! will be better!! amen. Wednesday, July 28, 2004
this morning, LT4 smelt strongly of the memory of supreme boredom, loner-dom, anti-socialiteness, and all else that i so carelessly forgot in my roaring enthusiasm to start school again. ensconded in the midst of ten thousands of fluffy, fashionable women who intelligently discuss clothes and makeup, the angry-rebel switch in me was flicked on again. im going to act like a toad for the rest of the semester and then it'll be me digging my own popo grave. i had a check up done on my poor ripped head a few days ago, and doc botak (the ntu one i always see) said it should have had stitches, but now its too late. no wonder still pain. otherwise, the wound is doing fine and im only supposed to cover it in antibiotic cream. thank God, Jehova Rapha my healer! popo, i am hungry as a warthog! Tuesday, July 27, 2004
up in my lofty 4th floor perch, loneliness is eating me alive. the whole day i busied at the computer with d&d designs, and then in the evening there was a banner i had to paint. now that the pressing issues have been dealt with, i realise i have no one to talk to because bearboy went home, and everyone else congregated in a junior's room to gossip or something. ya, i could join them, but im being a grumpy, antisocial armpit head. anyway, i still have alot more work to do. these days, adobe photoshop is more functional than a boyfriend. hurling paper planes into a brick wall! Sunday, July 25, 2004
foc is over, and the gallbladders' orchard gigs are over. after surviving the whole of last week on adrenaline and the occasional long island tea, its time to sleep, regenerate lost limbs, and nurse a headwound. and also, prepare to start school again after a long, retarded hiatus. in fact, my first lecture of the semester will be at 1630hrs today. (i am sunburnt, look like babuseng. i also have a hole on my head because i kenna langar by a construction pole on thursday at sentosa. we were playing a beach game where the freshmen have to carry each other over a 2m hurdle, and while i wasnt looking, the pole fell on my head. hahaha!! suddenly thick ropes of blood were running down my face and shirt, and i couldnt see because my right eye was drowned in the stuff. i probably frightened the unholy shit out of everybody, but i was only thinking, no big popo deal, see some of you in heaven. anyway, they bundled me onto a cart and zipped me to the sentosa medic center, where the burly men in white spent a pretty long time looking for the wound amidst matted blood and thick thick hair. i didnt want a huge bandage and i wasnt very enthusiastic about having to shave my head for stitches, and anyway it was all clotted up already. in the end they sent me off with a warning not to get too excited lest my head erupt again like a geyser. of course the very next day i went running like a crazy baboon and passed out on the floor, but no geyser, so that was that.) qingyuan the danielongboy came to watch the gallbladders play at cineleisure yesterday, and i promised to give him due fan recognition on my blog. haha. saturday's far east set was really good, so thank God for giving me strength to beat the popo drums even though i was almost hallucinatory from not enough sleep, plus major headache, etc etc. sunday was abit of a let down, but we had a nice mat rocker audience who lent us a guitar when joyce broke her strings. so, giving God His due thanks again. okay, im gonna sleep the afternoon off until my evening lecture. cheerios Tuesday, July 20, 2004
i am grabbing a breather in the library. o, i miss quiet and i miss rest. we are foaming at the mouth! we are foaming at the mouth! being a camp leader is popo tough but also terribly fun. maybe im just power hungry. today some of the freshies have to take an english qualifying test, so a couple of group leaders (GLs) were assigned to bring them to their exam venues. bearboy and i deposited our freshies at the LT and made tracks to the nearest airconditioned room, which is library2. hurhurhur, here got computers and got internet. when the freshies are done we'll collect them and skedaddle to chinatown for an amazing race-esque game, then we'll pat our happy bottoms and go to sentosa! the freshies arent supposed to know this, but tonight is fright night, codenamed ladies' night. hurhurhurhurhur. seriously, we have scary shit prepared for them. normally during fright night we just tell stupid ghost stories and make freshies walk alone through dark forested sentosa paths with seniors in masks and fake vampire teeth installed at various fright points only the way. then the freshies just scream scream abit then its over already. but this year, we've illegally staked out the abandoned singtel house in sentosa! it is supposed to be haunted anyway. the victims will be having a bbq at the beach, while seniors pluck them one by one out to be brought to the house. blindfolded, four freshies will be led in and left alone at separate corners of the main room. pre-recorded tapes will instruct them to remove their blindfolds and use a lantern and map to find their way to each other in the dark. see, the objective is to let them scare themselves. if they stupid stupid cannot find each other after 20 minutes, masked seniors dressed in red cloth will silently grab the freshies and lead them all into the next room. in room 2, the victims will encounter a funerale setup and a headless corpse covered with a straw mat. there will be a real pig's head put in place of the human's. the victims will once again be instructed by tape to search for the corpse's head. it will be stashed in a corner covered with real maggots and mealworms. SIAO!! i would shit in my pants. sure need counselling one, later. thats the job of us GLs, to comfort the freshmen afterwards. haha. Sunday, July 18, 2004
foc is going to be popo great. poot, the freshies better have insane fun after all the effort we're putting into productions. today is our last senior camp before foc begins tommorrow, and i think the group leaders are really beginning to get hyped up; hell, we're all frothing at the mouths already. so cheers to a smashing week ahead! i wont be blogging for some time. zhe spent the night here yesterday after getting into mischief. popo, what can i say? you always dig your own grave and sit in it. |