Tuesday, September 27, 2005
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ah yes... another one of those many times i sit down (anywhere.. just gimme a block of wood by the roadside and i'll still sit down) and munch on sth... thinking.
Sounds too corny to you? it does as well to me... but people really do these things. I mean.. sitting down and thinking.
Let's review..... perfect lifestyle... perfect friends (one witha perfect family and two little brothers.. one cheky arse who punches people and the other with relatively big and firm leg muscles fro a pri sch kid) ... perfect history.. perfect bla bla.....
i don know why... but many people love to come over to me... pull me towards them and whisper to me these few words,"Let me tell you a secret" or sth along those lines. Ive got secrets from many people... ive got Tianyu's, hasrul's, javis's, sarah's, aik's, jason's, father and his business and sometimes even teachers .... many!!!
But why? i have no idea.
And secrets told get repaid by one (or in a very special "Tianyu's case" back in 2003) of my deep dark secrets... oooo..... deep and dark as in..... im an evil bastard. Beware.
I dont know wht else i want or need in time to come. Its jsut one of those scenes whereby the guy is on a bed of leaves on a little roof in the middle of school and he's beaming the brightest smile anyone could give while he recalls all that he has and the camera either circles slowly arond him or slowly zooms in onto his face (no no the latter camera movement wont work for me). Everything is just so nice.
Sweet 18.... yeah.. sweet 18.... im coming 18 soon as well..... still an adolescent... still a "teenage boy".... and i feel that my journey through this environment is almost complete.
oh dear.. am i falling into depression again? am i gonna die again? is something big gonna happen now? is the feeling here?
well.... maybe... there's a hint of all that in me now. But in any case.. i may be enjoying too much.
okay ill be talking to myself from here on.... beware of the ramblings.....
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i lvoe the simplicity of things. Why do i need such a posh lifestyle? Why would i need that country club membership? why would i need to be a close buddy of that oh-so-famous person? I dont need al these. ive experienced a hint of all these and i should say that everyone else is the same. They all have wrinkles. They all have emotional.. whiny problems... they all fart... all these glamour and stuff has just been made more glorifying by simple camera angles and lightings in the media.
I lvoe playing in the mud. Literally. Put me in my No.4 uniform and throw me into the jungles (with a sociable companion, maybe) and i might come out of it a couple of years later and claim it was one of the most beautiful years ever.
So there.... i dont need the glamour.... the fame... the looks (ive learned to live with that... damned brown skin and hairy legs... and the spots! oh dear! ) and i most certainly do not need..... hmm how would i say this.... well..... that lifestyle ... that certain lfietsyle... i dont know the word for it... but anyways... yeah.
ok enough of that. Let us/me move on to more ramblings...
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Froma very young age.... i love "getting into the minds" of other people.
I loved coming up with hypothesis and stuff and tested how other people will react if i were t do sth outta the norm (ok maybe not that lame...) ..... like i dunno.. if someone tries to fight with you... offer him a french fry..... (what? it worked... i almost got beaten up in tampines interchange. I offered the hairless punk a fry and the entire gang left happy.)
I try to put myself in other people's shoes... or my friends.. more often.
It's like.. "ok.... his background is this this this...... he looks like this this this.... but then again everyone else is the same most of the time... so maybe how i would react to this this this might be the same for him. maybe if i keep doing the right thing... i may get that thing i want from him." be it materially or otherwise.
and so i do stuff accordingly... "ok say it THIS way.... not THAT way... this tone... this movement... eye contact! eye contact! body posture! cmon! ok good... now.. tap a bit onto his history! ok good... make things more personal to his background.. good good.. go for it audi! you're almost there! ok good... now bring him in a very defenseless and submissive state! ok tt didnt work out as expected.. but nevermind... Ok good.. he seems to be in deep thought and wonder now... good... ok audi... tease him and leave him empty..... say that u gotta go now!"
then it continues,"... oo he seems reluctant to be left stranded like that in deep thought... GOOD... job well done! now.. to get what i want..."
Psychological mindgames. People detest that. And by claiming (claiming... saves me from finger-pointing) that i play mind-games on people will most probably get a lot of people more careful around me.
But then again... i seem to knwo my basic.... limits.. to stuff like these.
And i think many other people have this dilemma of "i dont look like what i imagine myself to be.".
Did you know that sometimes.... when i happen to pass by a mirror and see myself... i just get disgusted by what i see. And with me... are another million more people who feel the same way (about themselves).
I guess the grass is always greener on the other side.. but for now.. a cap solves most everything.
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more ramblings...
I have this desire to excel in most everything i do.
No... not a perfectionist.. i noe that nothing can be perfect.. and that some things just CANNOT be done (like in my case... winning the heart of that oh-so-lovely girl..... cos of the public's (maybe) opinion to the relationship which will most probably cost me more than its worth.)
Ok let's see wht i love to do.... video... scale modelling... gaming..... playing a musical intrument.... singing..... speaking english (believe it or not, Mitch!)... speaking german (believe it or not, Shaun!) and of course... that mind-gaming thing.
Shaun says that a hobby isnt something you/i want to excel in.. but something that i enjoy doing with no serious thought of excelling ie quality work.
But th problem is here is that.... i want to excel in ALL these things!
so.. what? i dont have a hobby?
I want that uber-fantastik gaming machine (hello, alienware! hello, jealous donald... LOLZ).. i want that quality concert grand piano and those magic floating fingers... and i want this that this that....
but isnt this... contradiciting to my "perfect-everything" rambling?
i shoudl say no.
I have access to all these.
it's not as if i'm asking for that gold plated tap in a mini-HDB toilet with a simple claypot toilet bowl beside it (omg did i just say claypot?) which would definitely take lots of money and time and SKILL and gold leafs, not to forget, jsut for me to craft that stupid tap with my own hands (did i also mention tht i like to BUILD the things i want?).
Im not all crazy about cutting down those skinny little frail trees along Singapore roads to make my piano as well. I'm talking about... PLAYING the piano.
ok.. off topic... sorry.
Wait... there's a topic?
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90% (or ..gasp... more!) of singaporean teenagers blog. Even that slow nerd in class MIGHT have a blog. Though we might wonder what the hell he writes on his blog (hello, ming hai.. wht the hell do you write on ur blog?) the guy still has a blog!
I hate blog-surfing. ...Singaporean blogs, i mean. MOST of the time... the bloggers rant on how TOUGH or DIFFICULT their lives are. True true... some peole DO have hard lives here in singapore. true. But first of all... you have freaking access to a computer! and you can type! OMG the hardships you are going through!
"Yoos yor blain okay yoos yor blllaaaaaiiinnnn~~!!" (Phua, 1995, Phua Chu Kang)
Ok so the blogger has issues.... then she (yup.. i'm using the female term..) goes on to explain the cause of her ditraught. What are we expecting?
family dead? parents quearelling? broke your leg? war in iraq?
no no no no NO NO NO!!! NO to all these!
"muh fwen bakstab miiee"
OMG.... GGEEEZZZZZ WHHHEEEEZZZ!!!!
HOW INTELLIGENT!!!
my mind races faster than my fingers could keep up. No audi... you shall NOT type our your thoughts.
No audi.. NO...
*fine fine....
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So the camera has stopped twirling slowly around me... the screen is black.. audiences are showing their arses to the credit rolling onscreen. My airtime is over and ive successfully gotten rid of 75 percent of my blog readers (which. is about... three? i'm left with one... muh-self..... oh dear)
I'm off to kuching.... "wish me luck".. and umm "dun miss miie 2 much, ya?" and hmm...."i lurvee eeuu allhz" and "R2D2 C3PO!!"
next post.... i'lll be talkign about how evil MEN are and how they all LIE and how men cannot be trusted and how some people should be killed for backstabbing and also how some teachers should die because they kept babbling 1.0045 seconds after the school bell rung the afternoon before and of course.. i'll be telling you all what bus number i took to here and there and who i "OH MY GAWD" met along the way.
:)
Friday, September 23, 2005
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Guess what... on the day NVP1 was postponed, Jia Hui came up with TWO scripts for our little mini project.
There were two... one was war... the other was a horror story. I picked horror story because it was easier to do (fine... i admit...).
So the next night (yesterday), i received the scripts at about 10pm... printed it... went to bed.. next morning (thursday), or afternoon, rather, i woke up (took bus number 11.. then i saw X larhz.It's been a while since i saw him larhz... ok some of you might not get that joke.), scribbled down shots on the scripts... packed my equipment, and was off to north view at around 330pm.
Jason and Jia Hui couldnt find talents to play out this short script.... so they volunteered. Good... because then we dont have to explain on how the story is to anyone. We started shooting at 1630. Ended at six.
Got home.. edited everything... played with some effects for the second scene... got some advice from "Shaun the Wonderful" (shaun.... -.- ) on what keys to press for the type os score i wanted (i did a bad job. I'm gonna get a trashing from him.) and yes... i shoudl say.. i've exported the video and stuff... and its playing NOW on this blog!
I like this video a lot. Yes yes i may be scared of everything but it so happens that besides war flicks, i love doing horror stories. Ironic aint it.
I think i'll be showing this video to the production crew as an example.
Okay... for the first and the last time... i'm gonna sound needy and whiny and seeking for attention....i'm gonna say this...."PLEASE TAG!" (about the video.)
So this is done.... Okay who else wants to make a video??? *waves hands wildly*
*The title of the video was given by me. I know... it's so stupid... I'm not good at one-liners. And Jia Hui is holding the script of NVP1 in the first scene... LOLZ!!
What? Cant i laugh?
Anyways... the link for the video is... http://www.freewebs.com/meinbereich/videos/have you heard.wmv
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I think sheryl's still bleeding..... i showed her the Mock Shoot video and she went wild over the internet on how adorable Rastus is....
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And Beth can slang... wow!
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* I'm off for Johor till monday from friday evening onwards. No internet. No shopping. No TV (ok i can live with that) and No video editing (NOOOooO!!! NEEEIIIiiiinnn!!!). Open house for johor is on the 24th... such a hassle...
Till then.
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Tuesday, September 20, 2005
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NVP1 has been POSTPONED.
A few reasons to this: Lack of MALE lead character.
: Insufficient time for production.
It is very very saddening, personally. It was as if 'Finally! everything's gonna run!' one day and things started to dwindle.
I think Mr How has received the news that the project has been postponed, relayed by the oh-so-hardworking-producer, Hai Ting (i've tortured her a lot.). Some of the crew like Aaron and Jia Hui didnt want a postponement but unfortunately, i have to.
I'll be walking right into Madam Aini's office within these two days to discuss with her issues related to the production.
As well as, of course, cleaning up pre-production work like editing scripts, planning shots and going through the "who wants to be a part of this project?" phase once again.
Sad sad indeed. But nevertheless... there are a handful of very very enthusiastic crew members in this project. I would be more than happy to finish this production in a jiffy. (but if they were to leave... ouch...)
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The Johor house has been completed as of yesterday. My father has been coming in every weekend (only to leave on monday for work.. by plane) to check on the house.
Seems like everyone else is going to johor (including some of my cousins.. oh dear...) on thursday night. I'll be the lone ranger (with a sister to boot) going this friday. Till monday.
Aye... my video projects are getting screwed day by day.
And my father asked me to video shoot the entire open house this weekend as well.
My mum told me, for the first time,"Don't forget all your equipment~~ (ala "Don't forget your breakfast~~!!")
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But hey.... the least i could say to all these projects is that one very interesting one might be coming up pretty quickly these couple of days; I was itching to shoot a little short video today so i asked Jia Hui if he was feeling the same. Wham-bam.... he might be coming up with a simple two-story page script by tomorrow night. :)
I'm just itching to edit videos......
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Shot a little video myself today (of myself. Again.)
The genre is (naturally), war.
Imagine Berlin, 1945. Ah yes... now that shoudl get your mental images rolling.
*For the second half of the video... well... there is NO video. Just audio. Well i cant just go down to the field with my rifle and shoot myself running along it.. so well.. audio works best. Some of you might hear very familiar voices in there as well.
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Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: The 19th Century Napolic Wars Rifle is not able to discharge rounds. It is a dummy. It was bought at Ceasar's. Therefore i am not in possession of any dangerous weaponry. So there.
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Monday, September 19, 2005
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Saturday, September 17, 2005
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So shaun and i shot flames at each other because of the last post under the comments section. There has so far been no conclusion. Each of us stand opposite each other on that grounds. What happens now? Does one of us whine of each other from now on? NO. ABSOLUTELY NO. That is just so utterly CHILDISH!
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I met up with Hai Ting and Sheryl a couple of days ago along with Beth. And now since the guys from OBS are back and stuff, NVP1 can carry on with the next phase of the project; PRODUCTION (shooting).
Story has been finalised. Rastus and Rasmus will be acting. Beth and Zar will be the main characters (for now). Jia Hui the cameraman is having a helluva sunburn on both his legs (He pulled down his pants infront of me and showed my the sunburns on is legs; fair and smooth at the inner thighs and lobster-red on the others parts ) and i wonder how is he gonna stand walking around with the camera.
Sheryl and I actually thought of having Guo Xiong and Clara to be main characters as well. But O levels are coming for them, "in 47 days.". We'll call them if we have no other choice.
Shooting commences next week after school. On monday, i'll be conducting a little mock shooting on one of the scenes so that everybody knows their places. After that, we'll be expecting shootings for thenext couple of days, three, if a reshoot is needed.
Storyline's simple really. Let me post up the synopsis they wrote in to me:
A boy And a girl were best friends. They had been through thick and thin together. One day, there’s this new transfer student in their school. The boy took a liking to the girl and decides to buy a necklace for her. His best friend thought he was buying for her. Instead, he gave it to the new transfer student and they got together. After a few months, his best friend asked him why he did not say “ I Love You” to his girlfriend after so many months. He then told her that he will tell that to her tonight. At night, he calls up to his best friend instead and told her “ I Love you”. ( had not thought of the names of the characters)
I liked the story. Jason liked the story. Most everyone else liked the way it went (but i have this feeling that other crewmates dont know what the story is about yet.)
Hai Tin wrote the script, as mentioned before. i intended to discuss with her on ways to shorten the script because it was a bit too draggy and chatty. Sheryl chipped in and said it was too formal as well. So we did some edits here and there.... Jason's currently adding a few things as well and i'm yet to receive the new script.
I'm very excited of this NVP. I was reading a forum dedicated to my camera and I'm amazed that i havent been using my camera to its fullest potential. it really is a good camera!
Watch this trailer of a feature length video sent in for a competition: Sundowning.. just an example of the quality Sam is able to deliver: http://www.gumspirits.com/sundowningtrailer.html
* This video is copyrighted to Gum Spirits Productions.
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I'm thinking of opening up a business soon as well. Maybe after NVP1.
I'll be registering 305 Studios Productions into the.. um.... official thingy.... .
But then again... i still need a crew. Otherwise 305 Studios Productions will only be doing editing. NO. I want to shoot stories!
Will be discussing with Justin and the guys after the Kuching trip on this business idea.
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Kuching trip has been confirmed. Joyce (yes, i put-ed your name first), shaun, I and Mitch (yes, i threw your name last. i am PISSED with your knowledge of words i do not understand.) will be going over to Kuching.
* and Mitch just made something very clear to me. My Audio Tech Tutor, Tan Chin Boo, was born in Kuching (or so she says). After she said that, i think i know Chin Boo from somewhere. I'll ask if he knows Holiday Inn Kuching.
The awaited itinerary would be the same as when i brought the guys over to Kuching last Novemeber (one week after i bought Sam!). Well... at least... the itenerary of what we were SUPPOSED to do.
There'll be trekking... eating... ocean sports (count me out.)... travelling to the Mulu Caves (maybe) and other activities that just get us all out and naked in the forestry of Sarawak.
Ok maybe not all is forest. Some city... (oh yeah... the city size is about as big as Ngee Ann. Small? yes. Though i'm counting city as in the places where tall buildings and hotels are nucleated at.) stuff.
There's an upright piano in one of the bars there (Serapi Restaurant. Shaun, TAKE NOTE OF NAME!) and i would just love it if Shaun were to play on that piece of musical instrument tht i think no one has tuned in decades.
And yeah... they'll be sleeping in my room. Enjoy the soft toys! and dust!
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Enjoy the video playing now: My Twin.
It's just another snippet i took when i was bored this afternoon. (and pondering what to reply to Shaun's comments in the most SUBJECTIVE manner possible.)
* Notice that my shelvings, boxes and BED are gone? yup. No bed for me from now on. And my living room is practically furniture and tv-less. All's in Johor now.
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Friday, September 16, 2005
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I have been criticised and given looks at many times by many people whenever i say that i adore "ah bengs" (or rather.. after Shaun pointed it out to me recently, teenage chinese gangsters).
Ive said it many times and i'll say it again. I ADORE/LIKE/ADMIRE/SUPPORT them!
they are, i should say, one of the most loyal group of people in this country, including adults. Many of them understand camaraderie, friendship, filial piety and most importantly, LIFE; something that many of the so-called top students in schools dont even understand or even BOTHER to think about. It seems to me that quite a few of those so called smart ones have a very lousy attitude i.e. Selfishness on many aspects i.e. social responsibility and tactfullness.
Whenever i look at these teenage chinese gangsters on the train or bus or wherever, my tendencies are to reel myself in and stay low-profile. Not because i'm terrified by them (intimidated, maybe... cos i dont think that that JC top student opposite me would even give a damn if a glass were to maim me at that point of time.) but much rather that it is VERY DIFFICULT to split such a group. (All day long everyday i read about this person "backstabbing" (there's this word called GOSSIPING. Use it.) the other and the "victim" whines and whines about hwo much she treasures their frenship..... BORING. Friendship is taken so lightly these days.)
note that i'm speaking of REAL teenage chinese gangsters. I'm not talkin about those guys who are just so... fake.
I spoke to a real gangster one afternoon for quite a while (some of us noe... one i always speak highly of..) and he paused..... and said, in a mix of hokkien, english and mandarin, something like," There are many fakes out there that add to the misconceptions of us (chinese) gangsters. Real gangsters will never break up. Everytime my gang starts beating up a member of the other group, his groupmates start to run away. Rarely do we get one where everyone stays behind and fights together."
I was in a rather mild/low-level gang/group in Lodge... yes we did some extortions and such. I wasnt holding such a high "rank".... just someone who often had everything they need. And i must say that no matter how much we would tease each other... curse each other.. whenever one of us gets in trouble (like for example... me breaking windows.... Well it was fun...)... MOST (some werent loyal) of us would cover eac other. (but then again... i didnt like all these covering up here and there so i just admitted myself... was supposed to pay for the window... and also RM500 for throwing pebbles at a teacher's Proton Wira.... but didnt happen.)
Loyalty is almost non-existent a lot of those we consider as successful. i detest these kinds of people. Many of time i hear about that boy who scores all As for his exams and his father is a doctor and such and whenever i am asked to follow their example, i shut off completely because sometimes... these people i'm being compared to are people i know and they have that irritating selfish attitude and untactful mentality. They mock their own school and long for the day they can be free from "hell". They mock the teachers that, at least, TRIED to teach them. They do not care how their other classmates are faring... they do not care what about what the principal is saying.. they do not care what ANYBODY tells them if it is against their own selfish attitude. Many of such type of people litter our schools and instituitions. Dont get me started on how these peple think of friendship; material.
Another thing i noticed was that RARELY does any of these teenage chinese gangsters FREQUENT ORCHARD ROAD or the CITY. Toa Payoh, i know, is their hotspot... so is Ang Mo Kio.... The eastern towns of Singapore and yes... YISHUN.
I cant describe much in words on what i feel for these gangsters. They are just so powerful and... crticise all you want... they are VERY CUNNING. not to mention higher tolerance level to matters than many of us here. (how many gangsters you know committed suicide? and how many of those "better-off" students commit suicide?)
And i think they complain and whine less than those who have money to buy phones, branded goods, shoes, gadgets, "orchard road clothings" and such. And dont make me start comparing on those who just revolve their entire life activities on getting that Canadian citizenship or American name or titles for themselves.
Just to be balanced... i shoudl say that these gangsters should attend school more often and not skip it. Reason is because..... schools like you-know need people like them to "beat it to shape" and eradicate all nuisance of FAKE gangster wannabes who put tattoos in the middle of their two eyebrows and knuckles plus those with unkempt hair. I await the day when i see teenage chinese gangsters run all of these fakes down. No more skater wannabes... no more guitarist wannabes..... no more smoker wannabes... no more "coolio" wannabes... no more "-muh" wannabes...NO MORE FAKES.
Maybe i should start taking pictures of "Bengs"
*Yes i do like SYLVESTER SIM. .... and mind you, in my opinion, he's not BENG.
p.s. I am NOT a so-called beng. I dont have a gang. I cant fight. I cant tolerate much. I cant hold my balls in place better than the next guy. Therefore, you out there, are not in any position to say that i am "protecting my own kind". PLUS.... i tried to base my opinions, UNBIASED and UN-RACIST. I tried.
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Thursday, September 15, 2005
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a few years ago, as i lay down in my chair, dreaming the day off while the teacher was droning on about... things..... i had this... some sort of... image... or scene... or sequence.. in my head. I looked forward to the day i can say,"There has never been a time that i can remember of me not thinking about the guys." and really mean it.
I guess this is the day then.
My hard disks are an archive of Ye Ol' Friend's teenage life.... most 200GB of them.
I found a compilation of the videos I, and some others, took of them during the span of.. what.. three and a half years. It was shown to almost the entire North View Air Unit during our batch's ORD cermenony.
Its really a three-part video. Ive posted up the middle part of the video here, now, for all to see. This vidoe was taken entirely with my old, trusty handycam, a Sony DCR-PC5E (bet you didnt care abt tht...).
As you can see... i am very fond and proud of these people (exclude the you-know-which race you see on the video. It was there so that i wont be deemed biased.). I am also very proud to say that i have over 50 tapes of my entire secondary school days... whihc accounts to about 60 hrs total. I will be keeping all these tapes, in a safe, soon, once i get one, free from the elements and inconsiderate intentions. I treat the tapes like a time capsule.
In fact, i think that i am so nostalgic to the extent that i keep MANY time capsules. Shaun was helping me pack up my things in my room a few days ago and he gave me the most shocked stare anyone could when i started brining out my secondary one textbooks, worksheets, items into the boxes to bring over to johor. Not forgetting those form Lodge and the diaries (i found sth new abt myself.... ive been writing diaries for a very long time... this blog is a diary as well, mind you). He also saw my Doraemon comics collection ( 50 books.... I'm a fan.) and the comics i drew when i was... when i was younger. And just a few minutes ago, i found my Doraemon drawing did when i was in kindy.
I unpacked my cupboard as well today... clothes... clothes.. TONS of them. But if anyone were to look through my clothes.. they would most probably be amazed to find that of maybe a hundred pieces of clothing apparel.... eighty or more of them are/is faded, dusty, torn, too small, unworn. Why? reason is that i keep my clothes. I have clothes i wore from 1996 and beyond brought back from holiday inn (no space to keep things there too.. so somethings came to singapore.)
Anyways back to the guys.
There has never been a time that i can remember of me not thinking about the guys. Literally.
No matter how much fun, success, and luck i experience in my school activities, personal projects... i dont think i have ever completely froget about them. Sometimes i'm doing a project, as a cameraman... and while the shooting is going on and the camera is rolling... i'll be behind the camera.. asking questions like,"I wonder what Henry will think about this story." or maybe " What would Aik say if he saw that girl?" or sometimes," Gawd... that guy sounds so like Hasrul..." and the classic, "Techno... trance... Jason..."
I think i still... pretty much.. revolve my life around them. Well.. what can i say? I'm too dependant on people.... no matter however others might perceive me to be.
In general, however, i think that secondary school life always has a big impact on us and those that go through it. I can only reason this to the fact that many of us are growing up and shaping ourselves to the people around us at the age range of 13 to 17. Our hormones then tend to amplify emotions to a very large extent that we model and conclude to decisions ourselves to some experiences which we might deem silly once we reflect on them in our coming years. i think North View lacked in teaching its students this aspect of life. They expect us... to transform suddenly into "thinking, responsible adults" from.. what... a primary school kid? I just think that it is a very large error made by its management, its teachers, its board of directors and the school itself, i must say, to not give much emphasis on this issue to its students.
Enjoy the video.
*My condemnation posts are itching to be published...... soon.... beware...
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
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I just had dinner with Tianyu just now at LJS... exam's coming for him, Donald and practically everyone..... i'm just about to feel guilty for having a holiday so quickly.....
I received NVP1's first draft script and Tharik's gangster story synopsis when i got home (comp was left on).
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Hai ting wrote NVP1's script... since Jason left for OBS and didnt mangae to pass her the script. I read through her script... and i am truly impressed by the way the story went. though some parts of the script was, should i say, draggy and chatty, the other scenes were propelling the story forward in quick, meaningful successions. i liked the ending a lot. A romance story... ah.. yes... just my forté...
i still have to bring her and Jason down together one day to discuss the script firther, make ammendments, search for locations and talents and such. I really loved the script. Really. (though there were some format issues but we can look past that, can we?)
NVP1 is behind schedule now by a mile. A mile of postponements, courses, problems and such. The school originally intended the shooting t be completed by LAST WEEK... whihc means the video shouldve been done THIS WEEK. But so it goes... the team.. practiacally all the boys.... are in the NCC.... and courses are aplenty. More than half the team left for Pulau Ubin yesterday. Curreently im keeping in youch with Hai Ting regarding paperwork. And Sheryl... oh dear... i keep delaying printing her documents until i think she's bored with me already. Nevertheless... ive already gotten new printer ink.. im gonna print it out NOW..... and pass it to her tomorrow... during recess~~~~ surprise!!!
Sam cant wait for a check-up at the Canon store. I think it needs it.
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Tharik's gangster story is... i should say... fickled. I just called him to discuss with him what needs to be thought of for a story. I think he, himself... doesnt know the beginning, midle and end of the story. But then again... i read through hios synopsis a few times and i can sense he's trying to do a type of scene.... which i also enjoy shooting... he wants to do a fighting scene between two groups of people. It's in an alleyway, though. And i do not want to go through the hassle if informing the police that we will be shooting a fighting scene. i think i shuld tell him to make it indoors. We'll be meetingeach other this weekend to talk things out.
Once the script is done, he will be sourcing for talents; people to play the characters. Naturally... he and i want the guys. ill be calling them all soon (maybe tomorrow) on this upcoming short video produced by THARIK NEZAR son of AKBAR (khalid and akbar are friends. :) ). We really hope the guys would share our enthusiasm.
And orgasm, if they really want to.
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I'll be shooting some videos of Yishun soon as well..... once i get more tapes. Will be exploring parts of my (and many others') heartland in a way never seen before by the normal human eye.
Then ill be off to hmm... let's see.... North View, maybe... then Raffles Place.... and other heartlands...
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I'm getting very.... annoyed... at how the general public sees the video camera... or MY video camera, to be more precise.
many of times i get caught by the police, residents, shopowners and cars (they do honk at me while i video record).
Im not sure.. is it the size of my camera or what? I never had these kinds or problems when shooting videos INSIDE shops or IN SHOPPING CENTRES with my old Handycam.
It does get on my nerves; one day im walking.. i see a very nice view.. i start shooting and suddenly the entire shot is spoiled because a security gaurd walks by in the frame, looking sternly at the camera.
And the police aren't very nice either. One time, i was holding my camera, doing some avant-garde recording, a police car truns from a corner... passes me... and SCREECHES to a halt. Some Malay policeman stick his ugly face out of the window and... naturally.. ... assumes his postion by calling me,"BOY".
I turned back.. took out my wallet... gave him my IC.
"I am a student of Ngee Ann Polytechnic. This is my camera, i did not steal it. I am shooting videos for my own keepsake. I dont think i am breaking any laws by shooting on the street."
He looks at me, takes my ic.. looks at it.. doesnt write anything.. passes it back and closes the window... blabbering from inside the car.
It irritates me a lot..... so much that this weekend, im going down to Beach Road to get a short or vest, rather, made which will read,
"I AM A VIDEOGRAPHER. I KNOW MY RESPONSIBILITIES. PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE MY OCCUPATION AS SUCH. THANK YOU."
Then i'm gonna put at a little corner, small but big enough to able to be read,"305 Studios Productions."
and if there's still space, i'll write the whole thing out again in CHINESE.
I hope this plan would at leat, minimize the encounters with people who love spoiling shots (and the art, for that matter) whenever i have my vest on.
If it doesnt, then i wonder if the people here know what "ACKNOWLEDGE" means.
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The other day i went out to the city with you-know-who and took a few shots of the place.
Finally... i must say.... i found the statue of Sir Raffles.... not just one of them.... TWO of them! whee!
Ive compiled al the shots... and squeezed them all to one short clip which is currently playing now.
To download the video, http://www.freewebs/meinbereich/videos/Singapore - City Hall.wmv
i hope that some of you people who STILL say "Singapore is boring".. should come down to this place where no shopping centres are around.
I believe we all should learn to.. well.... "walk slowly" every now and then.
Enjoy.
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Monday, September 12, 2005
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Ok i just got back from Johor last night (the people there are difinitely more different than us... even though we're just a kilometre away...) and a few "mystical" events took place as well... many..
but for now... back in Singapore... ive work to do....
lots of videos to complete plus shoot.
Busy busy busy`~~~~~ but then again ill keep entertaining you all with videos....
btw if you wanna download past videos (lolz....).... here are the links..
"Donations..." - http://www.freewebs.com/meinbereich/videos/NKF.wmv
and for the one playing now...
"Shah's Antics" - http://www.freewebs.com/meinbereich/videos/joke one.wmv
* too bad i cant make shaun's playings available for download (because he wouldnt like that...). So sorry...
till then.
note: THARIK is coming with a script! lolz for now.. after talking to him.... he said its gonna be a mafia-type sorta video... starring the usual gang... =p... script's coming in this wednesday...
Saturday, September 10, 2005
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well guys.... im off to johor for a while.. till sunday afternoon at least.....
going to see the house in johor.. wil be taking videos as well.... Sam loves me taking it around.
Till then.
Singapore | City Hall
Friday, September 09, 2005
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I'm on a mission now. I keep hearing our friends (as in... teens)... as well as the adults that "SINGAPORE IS BORING" and that "THERE IS NOTHING TO DO."
I also notice that many of these come from well-to-do families. Have you ever seen Ah Tua saying that?
So this holiday... my beloved Sam (camera) and I are going all round the country to make our friends drop that irritating tagline forever more.
I will be rather harsh here (since this is my country. hmph.) and say that i will be putting up pictures and videos instead with less words since many of these teens CANT READ MORE THAN FOUR paragraphs without getting bored. This goes even to the most interesting of all interesting books. But give them nonsensical and fake articles like "How to deal with your boyfriend" about THREE magazine pages long (well... to them its long...) and they will start claiming that their "eyes have been opened" and start coming up with similar nonsensical and worrying conclusions about things ("All men lie" or maybe "Don't look back at the past". Rings a bell?)
I have to say that the so-called advice, "Don't look back at the past.", or something similar, is at the least, disgraceful for any human being to heed to. Why? because it's as good as "forget". Forgetting about previous actions and experiences doesnt develop personal character at all! It is IMMATURE to think so. It may also develop a SNOBBISH and PROUD character within a person.
I hear yawns and clicking of the 'x' button already. Well... naturally... our youths...
* I would just love to hear opinions of readers who take to the side my opinion is on.
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Anywyas i received an email from Ngee ann a few days ago and seems like XIAXUE will be coming over to school to give a talk about.. well... HOW TO BLOG SAFELY. (of all people...)
Sometiems i wonder what are the intentions of people who blog. Especially those who keep saying,"If you dont like what you read, then buzz off... this is MY space." I find it very arrogant. For one... IT IS ONLINE!!!... you know how many people are connected to the net within a 5 minutes times frame!??!
As Justin would say,"keep a diary if you dont want others to read about ur life and thoughts."
It makes sense really.
but im actually very proud that some of my friends who blog do blog about interesting things that are WORTH reading in GOOD LANGUAGE (wtf is up with other bloggers replacing all the "you"s to "eu"?".... and "coolio"???!?!?.. my God...
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ijust realised that my school starts on Halloween... not bad... Manas''s birthday...
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Vis is distraught now... apparently something that "i should not disclose online" has happened to his girlfriend.
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Till then... ill be off exploring Singapore. ill be leaving you clips of my classmate, Syah, everyday for these few days..... A real comical guy, i must say.... and also not forgetting my other friends like Mitch and Joyce and Thena.... all of which have some different personalities to each of them that make things on video have more substance to them. (for one... they do things for the camera....)
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So today i went to the ICA building to get my passport renewed. Guess what i saw on CNA?
The LATEST NEWS tag showed, "HEAD IN BAG FOUND BEHIND ORCHARD MRT"
not a bad start for the day, eh? Just two days ago i was with Shaun walking along that MRT.... currently there's some construction going on there.
Did somebody lose their head? Anyone?
Went to take videos of the city today.. will be posting up the video for you guys to download as part of my "Singapore is NOT boring" campaign.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
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So i went piano shopping with shaun today, straight after school ended at 11am.
i met shaun in the bus... and we got off at a bus stop for bus 7 to orcahrd. I got to see shaun's propesed new apartment as well; Pine Grove. three storey aprtment.. pfft.. rich asses...
Ok i must admit that the bus rife was surprisingly interesting. LOLZ... i brick terrace apartments up holland road.. i saw huge mansions... i saw the road leading up to the abandoned haunted house (which has been demolished as of now).. i saw the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building and the freaking HUGE FORTRESS called the American Embassy. Its flag was on half mast today.
I am rather impressed at the American Embassy (though some of you may realise that i am a bit prejudice against the newer generations of Americans). Its grey boulders of stone was specially carved out from Jamaica (as shaun says), the embassy is literally like a fortress.. complete with perfect windoing roads and men in blue uniforms with sub machineguns and dozens of surveillance cameras plus, im sure, a few snipers. I am truly amazed by its sight.
Piano shopping was superb. I was armed with Sam but i didnt manage to video record anything down though. I didnt want to offend anyone. We went to Paragon, the place beside Orcahrd Plaza, Plaza Singapura...
At the same time saun and i bought some scores.. he bought Schumann's.. i bought a preparotary level score book.... 15 glorious a4 sized pages with printed notes and a paperback cover that costs me SGD$14 per book (i bought two).... ouch...
Shaun became my piano tester for the day. We went all around shops from Kawai at Paragon to Yamaha at Plaza Singapura... with him playing that first piece you guys heard and saw on video yesterday. but htne of course.. he played more and literally blew everyone who was playing Guang Liang's "Tong Hua" on the other pianos.
I had my eye on a piano... the Yamaha U1J... made in Jakarta (urgh, says some pianists)... which costs around SGD$9000. But i find that i like the sound and touch a lot... but then again we went further to see if we had better ones.. bypassing that locked door holding the Grand Pianos... urgh.. the beauty~~...
We went to Kawai before that at the Paragon... also had a model i liked.... also a 9K upright piano... though the touch wasnt to my liking.... but the lady there was helpful nontheless.. They also had piano lessons... 115 dollars per months. 45 minutes per session, once a week.
The real killer was at this shop tucked away in the corners of the city.. Singapore Shopping Centre (what? you shoppers never heard of it before? Oh duh... its wayyy off orchard road... )
The shop's called Asian Pianos..... a second hand piano dealer. I found my so-called future piano there. Such a beaut.
The guys there were runing quite a lucrative busness, i must say. Their shop.. about the size of a normal HDB masturbate.. er... master... room, was packed full of upright pianos sitting against each ther, back to back. I had to leave my bag and camera else where just to get infront of the pianos. The guy, Leanord, answered my question when i asked how fast does his pianos go..... he said,"in a week, i get about four pianos out of here!"
it's amazing, really... he just sold two HDB-sized grand pianos for 9K each. His pianos selll about HALF of what was the orginal price.
But let's talk about my new found love... ah yes... a Czech (i say, Zc-e-ck, Shaun says, Jch-e-ck.) Republic-made piano.. the Bohemia 125... Such a beaut... really... polished walnut wood... beautiful sound, perfect for romance pieces, 125 cm tall, and the huge "Made in Czech Republic" crest inside the piano. I loved the way the hammers plonked down ontot he strings (did you know that there were actually THREE stiring per key?) while Shaun played. it was such a marvelous piece of art.
The original cost was TEN THOUSAND dollars! but now... Leanord's selling it for FIVE THOUSAND and a HUNDRED! Such as deal! what's more.. it comes with a piano cover, adjustable seat with brown leather, TWo free tunings, regulation, DELIVERY and 5 years warranty! OMG!!! NICE!!! I am so gonna get that piano!!!! ill be payin a deposit for it soon with my OWN cash! Still have to talk with my dad though abt buying it.
Then the two of us were off to the ICa building cos shaun had some passport thingy to do. We ate ice cream as well (whoopee!! i feel so fat!!) and then he cameover to my place for a while and then off to long john we ate.. witha bunch of noisy YJC-ians messing up the entire restaurant. Typical.... cant they be more like the North Viewers?
This weekened im off to the Methodist's School of Music for piano classes. The School is funded by a church... i told my mum that....but she still let me in on joining the class! whoopee!... though i wonder if they allow MUSLIMS to join.
Till then, enjoy the second piece of music played by Shaun... right after my cameo appearance on the ultimate evil: the polaroid!
*I really need to talk about other people more often.. i keep mentioning "Shaun"...
Monday, September 05, 2005
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sarah just told me that she was impressed on how lucky i am in all i have.
I know i havementioned many times before that i am indeed very lucky... but this time... ill go into very deep detail on my luckiness (long post.... beware!).
i think its a gift of somesort... this luckiness of mine. Even before i was out of my mom's uterus, i had a stoke of luck....... at the corner of my right eye; the doctor, who was prying me out of from the dark hole of the unknown using a... well... thong (ok i dunno wht its called.. tongs.. or sth like tht...).. that plier-like thing..... Well... accidentally.. he hit that thing at the corner of me right eye. Thus.. now... i have one eye smaller than the other. i Find this lucky in fact.. cos i think this is the reason many peole mistake me of other ethnic groups other than malay... which.. frankly.... has some advantages here in Singapore. A few months ago, Syah thought i was a Japanese-Malay..... i didnt noe there were such a breed till two weeks ago i saw a real Japlay/Malaynese on the bus... and yeah tts how i looked like... featureless from the sides. Among others, people thought i was Chinese. Some said i was adopted by my parents. Well.. anything goes. Cos even my birth cert states my race as UNKNOWN. How lucky is that?
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to make things more freaky, my IC number pertains directly to my birth date. That's super rare.
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and at four days old... i was circumcised... how lucky... zzz.... And now when ppl say that im insensitive.. i'll go..."yeah..."
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I find the fact that i am the only known surviving direct descendant of my grandfather very appealing. Among all my father's siblings, none of the males had a son, but one. but this other direct descendant ran away from home at a very young age. Noone knows where he is now. therefore, i feel that i have been given a gift; the power to uphold the family's name. After all I will be the first one in the line to serve NS. (bhb~~~)
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Then at four months old i took my first plane flight (one that i didnt rmemeber.. and didnt explode in) to Kuching in which i stayed in the Holiday Inn Kuching for the next 12 years. So.... the first step i ever took.... was on carpet..... -.-
For the next 12 years.. i was breathing aircon air... being driven around places by three drivers... dining on hotel food... watching cable tv... taking aadvantage of hotel equipment (my dad got a lot of things for me.... he got me an adult size lion dance mask complete with a shining red body... got me the hotel's full 88 keys keyboard which is still under my table back home.... he got the hotel to set up a cartoon channel after i requested for one.... he sneakily smuggled some of the hotel's videotapes to my room for me to watch... he got me quite a few things really.... Now i think abt it... omg..... what a son ive been becoming...).,
My life in the hotel was... should i say... shallow... on social grounds. I didnt make any friends of my age there... only those in my class. Sure.. i do get to mingle with some Germans and Dutch around my age (their parents are friends of my parent's..) but never more than just a day or two with them. I guess that's where i got my anti-social behaviour from and learned to mingle around with adults and business suits.
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But there was a staff of the hotel... his name is Angeles.... i call him Uncle Angeles... he was one of my father's right hand man (my dad worked from a waiter up to FnB manager to General Manager... he was till an FnB manager when i was much younger) and Uncle Angeles would regularly carry me in his arms and go about with his duties... inspecting areas... checking log sheets.... doing paperwork in his office... and most of the times.. he would give me some supplied that were to be used in hotel events such as masks and real peacock feathers. Last year, when Ye Ol' Friends came over to the hotel (and changed the entire staff's perception of me).. i met Uncle Angeles.. he cant carry me anymore... and he's getting greyer and older.... .. hear dhes retiring soon... zz.... NOOOO~~~!!!!...
And i thin kmaybe because of him.. and that my other friends were either chinese or eurasians or europeans... and rarely malays (even if they were malays.... they werent pure breed.. lolz...).... i cant "get in touch" with the "people back hoome". And this is true especially when i come to sSingapore for holidays (can u belive that? holiday in singapore...-.-). I cant seem to understand my cousins.... and they call me "soft" cos i dont do wht they do. Well....
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Lodge School was good schoool. The entire school ahd levels from K1 to Form(Sec) 5... so yeah... some of my old friends now... haveknown each other since kindergarden. But i came in Grade 1 (pri 1)... to the expatriate stream... ahh yes... lucky bastard am i.... i knew abt sex when i was 5..... thanks to my sister... she asked me to read a book abt sexual intercourse.... i was using the F word at a very young age... i was already running around in the field and school... make believing... making things with my hands and bullying others in primary school.
My mum signed me up for plenty of tuition such as arithmetic classes (that's where i learned how to use my ten fingers to count up to 99.. and using the abacus).. i got sent to competitions and such and all these weird weird mind-related competitions and i got certs and all that... i still dunno wht ive been doing. My grades were... to say the least.... fantastic.. in Grade 1 and 2. I constantly got a A+ for maths, science, art and stuff like that... except music.. zzz.... Art was my favourite class... i made the biggest plasticine Bronchosaurus in class in grade 2 and everybody went "WOW!" ..... and started twisting off the neck of the animal...
It was fun.. my Russian friend, Anna Filipova (she looks like Anne Frank), brought her father to school once and my friends and i went nuts when we saw that he cant enter the class without ducking. LOLZ!!.... its like... we were as high as his knee.....
My grades started falling in Grade 4. From As... to Bs.. TO Cs.... and finally.. in Grade 6.. all Es and Ds... there were no Fs in Lodge. I reason this partly becasue of my playstation. and friends... my friends and i always bully. We woudl wrestle each other all the time during breaks and such.... breaking wondows and drpping on concrete floors (and i never broke a bone... lucky lucky lucky me) plus we always shared money to buy each other that expensive plate of fried chicken during recess.
It was hectic during recess. Everybody from pre-puberty stage to post-puberty stage was there eating. The canteen wasnt big. maybe abt 20 metres long. The Form students would be those rowdy ones (ah... hormones...) while the primary schoolers would be seating on the grass.... near the drain.. eating their lunch.
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The invention of the playstation was the turning point of my life. I played for hours.. non stop... sneaking in the middle of the night just to play game... and once that feeling of pseudo-orgasm has been reached, i slently crept back into bed. I would save money (stealing came when i was in Singapore) just to buy a few games after school. the river would send me ff at the lobbby.. ill start to run like a rabbit on steroids, carrying my sports/school bag on my shoulders, having close encounters with the front bumpers of Proton cars all the time ( i was quite tiny then) and finally meeting my "Auntie Annie" to buy some games. I bought plenty of games. I counted 300 hundred games the last time. I bought a game shark.. i bought to pistols for it... i bought stickers for my playstation.. i arranged my room to fit the playstation... i started learning to use the net to find cheat codes because of it... (and the inevitable porn popups. "Nude"... was my first word to porno-mania.. on a 28.8k dial up modem). Final Fantasy 8 was my favourite game along with the Resident Evil series and Silent Hill plus Klonoa and Doraemon. All these games had an impact on my growing up years and some have even shaped the way i think now. That's one of the reasons why i found myself in a dream when i came to Ngee Ann... everything here is so independant and you can see clearly different groups of people from other courses and sections of the school.. everything here is like FF8!
it is impossible for me to list down my entire 12 years in the hotel without you getting vored so ill just move on.
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My grades were crap. Singapore called me. I went to Singapore and EVERY school teacher who saw my results rejected me. They would come and say im cute and handsome and look intelligent and such but once they saw my results... i was out. I took an IQ test at a school near the Novena MRT or somewhere there... 6th/8th mile junction shoopping centre.. or sth..... there... yeah... i took an IQ test along with my sister. I thnk my IQ results were like.. 115 or 114... i dunno.. cant rmemeber.. it had either a 1 or 5 or 4 in it... maybe 105 or 104.. i dunno... .. but i knew i beat my sister.. muahahahah....
So with this cert of qualification or something liek that.. my parents went around the country looking for a place for me... yeah they did consider sending me to RI as well because it was one of the schools i was qualified for but no.. they didnt want me to get a culture shock or the infamous STRESS (i didnt even noe tht word coudl be used for students till 2001!) i went over to Bedok View.
Why bedok View? Well.. it so happens that the principal there, Mr. Khairunan, is somehow related to my family or sth. so with a bit of persuasion and stuff..i enetred BVSS... otherwise i could have been at Bedok Green.
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Bedok View wasnt that pleasurable, i must say. Fitting in was hard. Everyone was so studious. I just couldnt study. i experienced culture shock. And as usuall... like my cousins.. the malays called me soft... cos i cant speak their language... and i dont even sound like them. I kept myself to an indonesian girl... name was Caroline... i loved teasing her like how i did back in Lodge on other girls (i was very popular for teasing girls in Lodge. Teachers kept warning me.).
That time i was staying with my Aunt.. in Bedok North Street 2. We never got along...i cant get used to her style of nagging and the decor of the house (cloth! cloth!! and more cloth!!! carpets!!! carpets!! wood!!!! ergh!! too much furry things!!!) so after a huge argument between her and my dad (they're siblings!! whee!!), my dad had to sacrifice himself and arranged for my mum to stay with her kids in Singapore. I wonder how my dad felt.
For a while, the family stayed at Bedok Reservoir, at the then Singapore SIA Manager;s flat. he happened to be my dad's friend as well. Currently, the guy(we call hm uncle now) is no longer working for SIA but is currently in South Africa working as a manger or sth in a hotel there (apparently all my uncles that arent blood related are in the tourism business). So i stayed there... till the Yishun house tenant here moved out.. the house here was renovated...and then it was for school-hunting again.
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Yishun Town...didnt accept me.. they saw my Grade 6 results... and my BVSS results... BVSS results were atrocious... lots of Es and Ds. My parents wrote many letters to the school to take me in but no. Then things got so frustrating that i said any school will do (when they said BVSS i rejected straight away. Never will i go back there) and even Ahmad Ibrahim was on the list. Till the day before school started, North View called me up. Mdm. Koh, the Vp, wanted to see me.
So i met Mdm Koh. such a wonderful VP with her frail body and curly hair to match her wrinkled and wise smile. We talked things oout.... She commented on my so-called "fluent english" and artistic talent (she knew i was drawing comics in Lodge) and decided to take me into the school. I was required to sign a promise (wont dishonour school and stuff) and there. i was in. bought the unifrom immediately and the next day i was officially a student of North View in class 2E1. Couldnt get any better than that.
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Its strange really... in Lodge.. i was in class 1.1, 2.1, 3.1, 4.1, 5.1, 6.1, and when in BVSS, 1E2, and in NVSS, 2E1, 3E1, 4E1, and in Ngee Ann, T1A1. Now if u were to think abt it... my acedemic results weren't fantastic at all. and i start to wonder why is that i was always in such a better class than i was supposed to be in. I really thought of dropping to Normal Academic in 2002 but well.... lucky i didnt. Cos more lucky things were abt to happen.
It was by pure luck that i joined NCC. I wanted NPCC.but then.. in BVSS... i was pushed by some guy and ended up infront of the NCC (Land) booth. The guy at the booth kept talking and talking to me abt NCC Land till i signed up. Then in NVSS... i was given a choice whether or not to quit NCC ( i thoght i cant quit?!?!)... Mam Raps ( My godmother, if u wanna put it that way) spoke to me after Mdm Koh.... so i had to choose... she was biting her lips.... mm.... so then i made the big decision.. which im glad i did... i was drafted to NCC Air. It took the HQ quite some time (about a year and a half) to official convert me from a Land cadet to Air cadet. My name didnt appear on any Air registers for quite a while and i was the only one wearing a green beret. how cool is that.
And another stroke of luck.... it so happened that Mam rap's university close friend, is a contact of my dad... so when i, out of the blue, invited mam and sir to my house for visiting during the festival period, it became a very significant event. Immediately.... of all these years of mam taking care of me on trips to malaysia.. and expeditions.. and promoting my rank to Staff Sergeant though she wasnt allowed to, Mam became my dad's friend along with Sir Latiff. Then my dad actually brought Mam and Sir, and the Girl Guides offcier, ms. Jane Tan and St. johns oficer, Ms. Kaur, to Kuching for a trip.
and omg i heard that my father was dancing in the hotel pub. -.- .. i didnt noe that...... i only know that my father won a few sinigng competitions when he was younger. Mam even turned to me in her car to say,"Audi... there are more things about your father that you do not know.".
After that little trip, North View Air Unit had a trip where 30 over cadets(my juniors) went over to Kuching for an expedition.. and they stayed in Damai... partied there (there was a Dance Night in the itinerary!!) and dined in Holiday Inn Kuching... my home.
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North View really shaped me. My friends were the cause of soo many social problems that they are responsible for shaping me to wht i am now. i knew i couldnt be anti social and submissive... nor can i be agressive and brutal. I twisted and turn to conform to my friends in North View till i think i found a balance between being the so called leader and servant. I was truly lucky to have the famous 9 around me that time.
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Video cameras.. oh dont get me started at that. Without the video camera my dad bought when we were stll in Kuching... i couldnt have gotten into FSV.
Camcorders of Video recorders have also been a major part in my life since young. My dad first bought one when i was 5.... it was on a trip to new zealand's rotorua or sth. The smell of the volcano still lingers in my nasal cavities. The video camera got almost all our anual trips overseas... we went to new zealand. all part of Australia... Turkey... Saudi Arabia... Singapore (duh).... Egypt... My dad went to alot of places... he's been around the world, literally! There's China... Germany.. Denmark... Canada... london... san francisco... gosh....
i still have that old Hi-8 camcorder in my cupboard... it recorded my last day in Lodge... with girls signing their signatures with silver pens near my inner thighs... and me screwing up the relationship of my best friend.... ,, Too bad the camcorder is spoilt now. The tape compartment went bonkers.
i aslo have this 6-8 years old dvcamera... the one that Battle of the Field video was recorded with. Its also spolit now... 'Doctor' said that it was a "total blackout". SGD$500 just for a repair. Now i wonder if i should repair both of these cameras.... and bring history back to life.
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i spent my last few days of school with Donald. That's real lucky. All through my NVSS years.. he has been the one ive been pinpointng and modelling up to. And it is moslty because of him in my early years in NVSS that i shape up to wht i am now. He wasnt "always there".... true... but that was also the reason why i tried to grow up and learn not to be too dependant on just one person. Donald and i had some really weird moments. We both fell for the same girl. My first girlfriend in Singapore was Xinni. Such a tough girl, i must say. Rude then... but more ladylike now. Don and her were together when i entred class for the first time in 2E1. i didnt know that... till i was playing iwth her hair and she said her stead was looking (i dont even noe what was "stead"). Donald and her broke up... i hooke dup with her... then we broke up cos she still loved Donald and they got together again..... then they broke up... and on 1st Januray 2003, i asked her for a patch... she said,"no". zzz.... but then again... she and i are STILL friends.. though i havent been hearing from her... reading her blog though.. LOLZ......
Don's in Tampines JC now.... another smart boy of the country on his way to bring his family, his parents, high income so that they can live comfortably and happily in time to come.
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i sgined up for quite a few courses onmy own as well in Singapore.. i took advantage on wht the CCs had to offer. I took up Ki-Aikido. Not Aikido... Ki-Aikido. Currently im holding a brown belt... on the way to being a black belter until O levels came about. It is during these weekly classses plus atachments (that my other friens are not aware of) that i learn how to deal with people who just love to seek attention by fighting. I learnt not to fight (tenage angst) and the importance of posture (Robot, desribed how i walked...) and also dealing with pain. I was always putting my self in painful situations when i was young. I dropped flat on a floor of thumbtacks when wrestling... i ahd people jumpng on my abs... i kissed the floor a few times and tore pants aplenty. What's worse... In NCC... i was the one running around in jungles druing expeditions.. getting scratches from blade leaves... parangs (OBS Sabah)... fires.... splinters... I even tore open my eyebrow when i was 6, doing maths!. Now i have a stich on my right eyebrow (it just has to be the right, isnt it?!). I guess pain got me so bad that some parts of my body isn't that sensitive anymore (among other things). Now i have to worry about bone problems because my neck is killing me and migrane is often since Ki-Aikido disappeared form my weekly routine.
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Once again.... my NVSS results were NOT good. I overslept my geography O level paper by an hour and was left wth only 15 minutes plus 5 minutes of "compassion time" by the teacher in charge.. who was supposed to call students that are late... and is also my NCC officer... and he can still give me a smile. i completed the mapr reading section (worth 10 marks! whoopee!!) and handed up the paper. My mum thought my paper was the next day so that's why she didnt wake me up.
I got bck my o level results and my combined humanities grade was an E!... you know wht that means? i didnt get an F!... so i think i did okay for my Social Studies. oh well. But FSV, the only course i applied for, stated that my CH grade needs to be 6 and below. Dear me.
the lady at the counter looked at my grades after taking my registration form behind the convention hall and blared,"Eh you cannot register for this course one leh... your hunanities grade not good enough!".
And out of nowhere, this guy comes and corrects her,"it's okay. As long as he took CH, he can enroll." And he disappeared. Literally. I dint know where he went to.
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Rememeber the Mark story ? Well... I met his guy frm the Netherlands called Mark. Shaun might noe him... he's that guy with the horseshoe hairstyle and is always dying it purple or silver.. otherwise.. he's that guy that informed us during Audio Tech class that two components of the studio has been stolen.
Well.. I spoke to Mark on my second visit to the FSV booth (my first visit, i ran into an MCM lecturer.. damned bastard...). He informed me in great detail about the course and we had a few laughing moments as well. He even lent me his pen to fill up the enrollment form. After this enrollment was a written test exam, if i were to be shortlisted (i was.... thankfully). I came and seached around for my seating number. Ah yes.. there... right infront of the entire exam hall. I was seated near the main door. While the test was abt to start, Mark walked by and our eyes made contact. I think he was pleasantly surprised that i got shortlisted. Then it was time for another shortlisting. This time, an interview. Guess who was my interviewer? Yes.. MARK. things got so familair than the other interviewr, Adam, felt left out. LOLZ!!! mark and i didnt really question each other much.. he just asked wht have i been doing that pertains to FSV. I told him about the Battle of the Field Video and passed it to him. interview over. Just like that. Next few days... I'm an Fsv Student with ID number S10022707K.
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In FSV itself.. im lucky to have seen quite a number of well-known faces like Daphne Khoo... the Ah Girl.... that German guy who did some audio work... and ex-deejays and even my Audio tech tutor, Mr. Tan Chin Boo, was working as a conductor with the TCS Orchestra!. He is even a Berkeley graduate! you know how high-standard-ish that is?!
So far in my time in FSV... there has been various instances of luck... unexpected encounters with some people that help to drive the crew and i forward.... striking deals with correct people out of the blue (rmemeber the barber?).... I am also very lucky to be in my crew now. because frankly, i belive that my director, Justin.. will make it somewhere. He plays in a band.... and you should see him play... it's scary! It's scary to see his fingers whipping to and fro of his bass guitar! Shaun is also another significant player in my social life right now.... if i were to list down the similarities between him and i, both physically and spiritually and mentally, with his consent, you would be shocked. Shocked at such similarities do happen between two people who have never met each other (or havent we?).
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i have stumbled upon many famous names known by word-of-mouth such as Bernard Cher of M Worksop and Dhinesh Ned and Calvin Tan. I've seen managers of this and that company and Lee Kuan Yew has smiled at me as well. Many people whom i have met have some kind of relationship to my father. I just found out that a relative of Shaun has some sort of contact with my father. How lucky can things get?
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but when i think about it.. all these luck... ties up everything else in my life into a circle. Whatever it is... whatever happens... it still returns back to my time in Holiday Inn Kuching. Its weird.... that however i move forward in life.. i meet new people and things end up back to the hotel itself (just think about it... i spent a few hrs in Shaun's room and magically, i turned nostalgic. My childhood questions started to be answered) . I guess it all goes to my father. Now isnt it just lucky for me that the CEO of Raintree Productions, is my father's classmate? My father is so confident in "getting in touch with the producer" to take me in for a private attachment in the industry during my 2nd year holiday. thogh i wouldnt bet on it (Production's got no time for a small fry like me)
I wonder what more could come.
(Note: The score now was played, impromptu, by Shaun. One must wonder how such a piece of our great national anthem be played on a low-grade keyboard with only 3 sets of scaled down keys, such as this.)
Okay... i am clearly aware of my many typing errors and grammatical errors. I apologize for my untactful typing behaviours when on an adrenaline rush. Ill see to it that future posts have less errors. Thank you.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
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the term break has started..... 8 weeks of nothingness. well... mostly.. i already have plans set for the holiday. I dont wanna end up like the others whereby the reflect on wht they've done during holidays and find that they've been doing very little (play game... shopping... booooring....) Will be going around the country with my video camera and boyfriend, shaun. =p Though i meant my video camera, XM2, and my boyfriend, shaun.
NVP1 still has some glitches here and there.. i think more than half of the team now are in malaysia or at least going to... left only with the girls.
The roles have been given in to me (on a wet, folded piece of paper) today after i met up with Jia Hui at Golden Village. Then there he goes.. off for Mt. Ophir.
I am very pleased indeed with how the roles were distributed among the team.
Director - Rasmus
Assistant Director - Rastus
Producer/ Production Manager - Hai Ting.
Script Supervisor - Jason
Production Assistant - Jia Wei
Director of Photography - SHERYL ( =p )
Cameraman - Jia Hui
Assistant Cameraman - Russell
Key Grip - Lee Boon
Sound Engineer - Thomas
Sound Assistant - Aaron
Soundtrack Composer - Wei Qin and Beth
Production Designer - Edward
Prop Master - Fathona
The twins, Rastus and Rasmus, have taken up a perfect spot, i think. I think that since they live under the same roof (unless you count the sky as a roof.. then we all live in a home.. its called the earth... stop pollution. Period.), production might go well and smoothly as they would have a very mature understanding of their vision for NVP1
Hai Ting has been known to be great with paperwork or anything to do with tree pulp. I encouraged her to take up this position and im glad she did. And producers need to be ultimately reliable. I think she's perfect as a producer. Producers hold the power to a major part of the production....
Jason Zhang, i believe, holds a lot of intelligence in him and that Mac G4 of his. ive seen him done audio productions on his laptop when the "Battle of the Field" video last year was being shot. ive also heard some stories from teachers about him, similar to that of our Jason Goh, i deduce the fact that this person is truly a genius in disguise.
production assistants, from what ive been hearing, are those that get bullied by the director and crew. Basically, they are the running man and orders are constantly being given out to them (buying food, fetching talents, etc) and they are the ones that get the brunt of everything in a production. Jia Wei is also (in a way), similar to Jason Goh. Well.. the helpful part at least (step on Jason and the world dies). I can already imagine jia wei running off to get something when i saw his name under the production assistant role.
SHERYL..... well... initially i took her in because of the pictures she's been taking on her blog. I pulled her (ok maybe i didnt... that'll be sexual abuse...) to me (oh, god...) and asked her to think of being the DOP... ok maybe not the 'dope'... the Director of Photography. im glad her name appeared under that role. So sheryl.... ill be a sending an email to you soon.... a long one in fact... about your role.... so that you could have more fun in taking pictures! what's more, sheryl.... JAY CHOU will be in ur email!
Jia hui has been in constant contact with me even before the production started. He has somewhat been the person asking all the questions about the production and relaying the answers to the rest (i hope). He has been very helpful and spontaneous indeed... calling everyone for a meeting and such (and receiving the lesser-than-good end of conflicts between memebers) . Ah... yes... now that he's taken up the cameraman role.. him and i can have a verrryyyyyy long session on the "Holy Art of Visual Aesthetics in Motion Pictures". Cameramen, beware.
I knew Russell from that time he played the bass with rastus/mus on the guitar. Impressive musicians i might add. Gives me more reason to condemn the school and their horrible sense of setting up the sound system of the hall. Seriously.. all i hear in the hall are reverberations and bass and static. But then again.. maybe the guys backstage arent doing their work properly. Ah yes.. condemnation... can you feel the prejudist nature of me peeking through? back to topic, i've never seen Russell's camerawork before so i cant judge that but i think he could have an understanding of how the camera works (aperture, depth of field... etc. etc..) and he might also be able to work with rastus and rasmus to compose a score for the video! ah yes.. talented students we have here in North View.
Lee Boon.... hmm... i always thought she was a big girl that looks down on Sheryl (literally) and i was shocked when i first saw her... such a small cute girl... perfect as Sheryl's sidekick (kick sheryl's side...). I went,"Huh?" when i first saw her name under the Key Grip role. You know what a key grip does? A key grip "handles and transports equipment". LOLZ!!! i wonder how she's gonna transport equiment... im alreayd having difficulty carrying my box... -.- .... oh well... mor ereason for the team to work together.... :) I anticipate the moment she starts to show her talents in the production. Go kick sheryl! =p
I heard Thomas is a good actor. I heard he performed on stage as well. In fact, some of the scripts sent to me had his name written in the suggested cast list. But i wonder why he's the sound engineer.. i was thinking of one of those musicians doing this role. But anyways, I would just love to see what he can come up in this position. Sound Engineers decide on wht that mood and pacing of the video score should be like. I cant wait to see the end result.
Ahh yes... my two Grade 8 piano players.... Hi Wei Qin! Hi Beth! meet your competitor, Shaun! LOLZ!! (ok sorry but im having fun chattin around.. i just spoke to april about 'Sex: The Infamous Biting Cervix' idea i had) WQ and beth are the song composers for NVP1 ( and ALL the videos to come! muahahah!!!). I'm seriously in love with piano scores and cant wait to see wht they can come up with for this video (i still have no idea wht story we're doing.). Happy composing the two off you!
Aaron as sound assistant.. hm.... he would definitely need to handle a lot of troubleshooting and have a sensitive hearing. This is cause we're not using a boom mic (the one with the long pole... though we can rent from a film house i think.) so the mic is not as close as it should be to the talents. Welll.... i hope the shotgun mic on Sam is sensitive...
prop master as Fathona.... well... i noe that she is kinda artsy with her hands... and prop masters desgin props to be used on set. Not a bad role for her indeed i must say. I also heard she is a good actress. Not bad.. we have many people who CAN act. (unlike those who act acting.....)
So there's my evaluation for the position of roles. I'm currently in the midst of preparing personalized emails to be sent to everyone of them on what they are expected to do in their roles. I bet Sheryl would have a pleasant time reading through her email... its full of pictures! =p of Jay Chou!
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The Final Video Project, The Void Within, has finally been edited.
I like it, really... the color is just so me. =p . The story was good and all, in my opinion (ill see if i can get permission from Justin to put it up here on the blog) but the edning was not as complete as it should be i think.
I am truly amazed at how much the other groups puled up their socks in this project. I saw lots of moving and powerful videos (and songs) being pieced together. One clip had a very cheesy romance story and songs that even joyce cried (well... almost) when watching it. The other had a very comical video and superb credit layout. Then the other, i saw, before the editing room was to be locked up for the night (it was abt 10pm..), a montage of superb frame compositions and colour and location (it actually looked as if the shots were out of Spiderman or sth... horizontal lines, tall buildings.. etc. etc.). i think that the competition level is much higher now.
Well... time for me to pull up my socks. On to NVP 1!
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So my dad's back in Singapore. I find sth strange abt him now. He was sitting at the dining table and just staring blankly while my mother was babling about receipts and the type of wood to be used to decorate the house in JB. He spoked not in his normal way (much slower i guess)..... think its either my dad's getting old or that the bank has less money for us. zzz...
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Shaun's bringing me out for piano shopping this wednesday!! whee!!! then weé gong kranji!! then we're going everywhere in the world!
and this end of sept, Joyce, mitch, charlene, syah shaun and i will be going over to Kuching for a while to relax. Though im not sure if we're able to make it since my dad will be in singapore for a few days and the fasting month is starting on the 5th of oct.
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Sarah had a makeover! aww she's soo cute....
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Thursday, September 01, 2005
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Ngee Ann has a huge department in their library that loans out collections of video recordings (including movies and documentaries) and music cds (mini HMV... makes things clear?)
I went through their racks of VHS tapes and DVDs and found almost everything that i can imagine coming out of a library. There were German movies, Korean movies, Japanese Movies, Russian Movies, English movies and of course, Chinese movies. there were also documentaries and interviews and guides to everything like cooking, filmmaking, cosmetics, fashion, history and piano and violin and the other arts.
So this morning, before class started and all, i spent abt an hr watching a VHS tape (those huge tapes that play video... yup.. they're still around.) on pianists and i learned of many styles of playing. Some were energetic but unmusical, otherwise were simple but were great masterpieces...
Then after school... after lunch and al that.. i went up to the library myself again to watch this German show called,"Die Brucke" (pronounced, Dee B-gh-u-ck-eh) which means "The Bridge" in English. Shaun loaned it up for me and i spent the next hr and a half watching this monumental, powerful and moving piece about seven boys (literally... they were abt 15-17 years old) being sent to serve the Wehrmacht in 1944 as part the operation to fill up spaces in the German army during the march to victory of the allies to Berlin. Though they didnt fight in Berlin, they fought in, surprisingly, their own neighbourhood.
This story captures the essence of German boys, fantasized in the idea of the romance and glory of war, being called up for the army and the response of their guardians to it and the outcome of the boys when they suddenly get thrown into the heat of a small encounter with the americans.
This black and white movie produced on film in 1956 (arent u narrow minded movie watchers bored?) was intimidating to me. For one, it was entirely in German. I was truly shocked that the Germans spoke that way in real life! At one moment... a father speaks softly and caringly to his son, who is shouting his throat out in the most complex mix of throat and tongue control i have ever heard in my life... and the next moment, the father explodes in a fury of harsh and brutal-sounding mix of German vocabulary, even though what he said has no vulgarities at all! In other aspects, the German people portrayed in the movie were disciplined and ordered, unlike those of the Americans.
Secondlay, the wailings of a poor single-parent mother at a policemen to plead for her son to be put in jail so that he does not have to be sent to the army. neverheless, the boy was persistent and enthusiastic about being drawn into the military.
Soon all these seven friends ended up in the same platoon of some sort, performing non-sensical drills at the mercy of seasoned soldiers. Even through all these training, they were still very enthusiastic about being sent to war and abided by military doctrines at the most strictest as possible (saluting all officers that are around, responding to high ranking soldiers with the utmost discipline, even though the higher ranking person was at a more friendly state)
And then, in the middle of the night, they suddenly get appointed to defend a bridge. This bridge is the same old bridge that they played on since young. A tree house they build nearby meant for their Sherif and Indians game was used as a spotting post.
Their honorable in-charge left them that night, to contact witht he demolitions squad (the bridge was suppsoed to be destroyed once the americans come.. but the boys didnt know that). But he never got to it because of a squabble between a tensed guard which resulted in the in-charge riddled with submachinegun fire, after being chased by the his own countrymen on their twin bikes down an alleyway, levaing the inexperinced boys stranded.
The innocence and immaturity of the boys on war were also made eveident by their games of shooting tin cans with their pistol and pointing a gun at a civilian who warned them of the dangers that lie ahead.
Things took a turn when a convoy of the German army rumbled through. The loads of trucks were packed full of wounded, dirty and burning veteran soldiers. clung anywhere on the trucks: on the fenders, from the driver;s window, and some were literally sitting beside the engine of the vehicle since the engine cover went off. The brief dialogue of a middle aged, badly bruised up German on what he thought upon seeing this group of clean and gawking boys guarding a bridge plus him showing his compassion by tossing over a box of chocolates to them reinforced the inhumanity of the Germans to send their youths to war.
Soon morning breaks... and the boys came to the realization of war. It all starts when an American plane strafes the bridge and kills one of them, the youngest most quiet of them. A truck explodes as the strafing bullets hit. The boys forget all about theiir war fantasies and set up defensive positions to defend the bridge.
Then the rumbling of American tanks are heard from behind the farm houses.
it starts to get louder... but in an antagonisingly long period of time.
The boys peer out of their foxholes... machinegun ready to fire. One of them hides behind the tree trunk up on the tree. The other two get ready to fire with their rifles.
the rumbling still gets louder.
Till finally...
A body of iron turns into their sights. This is probably the first time ever that ive seen a tank in black and white film. It was marvellous. Witht he absence of colour, details start to become more prominetn. I was fixed on what was in focus. Colours really does call a lot of attention to itself.
The tank had a slight glean to it.
Then another tank rolls in from behind. it crushes a fence, rolls over grass and mud is dripping from its wheels.
the boys look on, waiting. One of them starts to cry. The other gawks. And another hides, praying. The enemy... the adults.. the soldiers.. wer within a stone's throw from them.
One boy picks up a panzerfaust (tank grenade) and lets one go at the tank.
BOOM!
the tank slowly rools towards his direction.. and explodes again.
Machine guns open fire.
the tanks start firing back, aimlessly, at the bulding behind them.
An american jeep appears from ebhind the smoke, infantry disembarks and rushes into a house nearby. they all start fring.
The boy on the tree fires a shot. He gets on american in the head. He smiles.
Ironically, since the action was tking pplace in their hometown, the house of one the boy, witht he wailing mother, was near the bridge. German officers look on from the window and onto the bridge, mocking at how idiotic the boys were resisting the americans. The officers wanted the american to roll in onto the bridge so that they can blow it up.
One by one throght out the story, the boys die.
I have never seen, in a movie, the intense emotins of a person who has just lost his friend, all shown on his facial and verbal expressions. and to add to that, some of them angrily crawl out of their foxhole and run straight towards the tank, commititing suicide in a way.
an encounter with one the boys who managed to dive/crawl into the house where the americans were earned another one of my points.
The americna soldier, after realizing the person he was about to shoot was a mere teenager, he said,"What are you doing in this freaking war?!"
The boy, frightned and sobbing, suddenly gives out a hellish yell and the tank behind him fires a round into the house, killing everyone inside.
At the end of it all.... only two boys were left. The americans have retreated after the stong opposition form the boys.
The boys walk silently back across the bridge. ....
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A kubelwagon (German jeep) dries by. An oficer comes out. oblivious to at the state the boys were in now: bloody and dirty. He orders the other two guys in the jeep to set up explosives.
The story closes up by showing the outcome of the boys after the battle: traumatized.
A conflict sparked when one of the boys ressited the officer's intentions to bblow the bridge up, which resulted in both sides pointing up their guns at each other. then BANG. the other boy shoots the officer before anything could happen. Th etwo soldiers started making noise but the promptly drove away in fear when the boy started yelling in the most crazed and disturbing way you can ever imagine, in German.
Could you even imagine how much a young boy like that can be so traumatized by something that he starts turning into the likes of the devil? The agony and pain you see in this video will definitely make you think.
But before the jeep disappears, one of the guys shoots a bursst of gunfire at the boy, killing him.
the sotry finally closes with the other boy, heaving and crying out loud at the inumanity and insanity of war, dragging along his dead friend across the ground (and u can even hear the helmets dragging one ht sand)... finally letting go of him, as if he gave up on everyting in this world.
I know i ddnt do a good job in reviewing this movie (my chat windows suddenly got busy in the middle of writing, i lost momentum.) but i can assure you that this is just one spectacular and powerful piece of film i have ever seen about war and its social effects.
I came out of that viewing room in the library, slightly traumatized by the sights and sounds of wailing mothers and angry fathers and boys in torturous agony. It just wasnt one of those movies whereby you come out of the theatre and start thinking of where to go next.
I met up with Justin, shuan mitch, charlene and joyce aftet that at Galileo (some fancy named restaurant situated on top of a mudhill in Ngee Ann). And shuan kept asking if i was okay cause i looked "dazed and ill".
Now we all know why.
Tomorrow's a new day... im gonna watch a few more films....... whoel day in the library watching tons of films. Not bad eh?
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