Mark this day, Sunday, July 30th 2006, as a monumental day. It’s the start of brighter future. A future where the Yishun Pak Jiew Cheng 6673 gang plays soccer after a long time!
But whatever! Today’s attendance is a record high of SEVEN!
Seven out of 11, not bad already!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Must all thanks to me because for over twenty years… I am always the bloody bridge between everyone, connecting ppl like Tianyu to the “NCC Guys” and within the NCC guys, Jason to the rest etc etc. I RULE OKAY! IF I DIE YOU ALL DIE!
Either that or everyone has matured. Muahahah… fine la fine la they have matured. Im proud of my children.
Overall it’s a fun day la. Viky was there also (now he can walk! Lmao) and his cousin. And also Donald.
Henry sad sad….. because too many people he donno who to talk to. (he shy maaaaaahhh)
We played at “Viky’s Field”. We say that because his father holds the keys to the goal posts there hahaha. It’s the one near the Yishun Swimming Complex.
When Donald appeared at the coffeeshop in the morning I felt all the anger and rage return. Super boiling point you know. Even the auntie heard the steam sound and go back to her stall to check her kettle! My teh also turn black dunno why. For a long time ar I damn doo lan – its either I whack him or he whack me or we both whack each other then go toilet pcc.
But then at the end of the day…. Ok ok already la. What to do... friends..... See… lan jiao fucking stupid conflict because of this fucking internet thing la! Moral of the story: Have some balls and CALL!!!! Technology is supposed to bring ppl closer together but instead we are going further. Haiz. Fucking Bill Gates.
Na beh from now im on im gonna call call call no more sms.
Tianyu came as well. Xishan’s motto was Love, Care and Share….. that’s why they have gay children coming out of it i.e. As shown. Must love same girlfriend, care for same girlfriend, share same girlfriend…. If no girlfriend… share each other laaaaa…. Fren fren.
I told you I don’t have an accent!!!!
When you put a cbkia with a nerd you will eventually get something funny happening:
THARIK KANNA HEADBUTTTTT AHHAHA ALAMASOSDMOASDM!!!!! (yes.. I copy Kenny Sia with his Flash animation…)
I reviewed the video and watched every frame and knn I laugh until buay tahan. Tharik fall down also got so many thousand style! The other time I heard he went to the cinema…. And dunno how he fall backwards into the seat behind and his leg dangling up there in the air like fish.
After a while rain.......
SHIOK MAN!!!!!!
Studying in poly in FSV…. Surrounded by so many different kinds of ppl…. It gets kinda uncomfortable for me in a sense that style and all those stuff are really kept at a top notch level.
Last year I was using singlish a lot with all the hokkien swear words and my classmates were all like “You are sooooooo (do hand movement) uncouth!”
Pls ar the only person who has ever used “uncouth” on me was my father.
SO when the rain came I was like Hua Yuan Jia in the middle of the padi field – gong gong stand there smiling with hands out on the side.
SO we played in the rain, in the mud, kicking water at each other and stuff. Shiok…..Classic NCC feeling haha.
IT FEELS GOOD TO BE DIRTY!
Tharik and Henry were wearing the World Cup jerseys i bought for them. Aik has a set also but dunno why today never wear. Aik buy France, Tharik buy Italy, Henry buy Spain.
To commemorate this day, we took out first grp photo (in two years).
Yeah baby. The Yishun Legends. We are made up of superpowers. From left – Pro computer technician/hacker, Pro Counsellor, Monk, Pro Sportsman, Ultimate Pro in Everything, Pro Chinaman-cannot-stop-talking and finally.. Pro Porn Surfer (Yua Aida~!!!! LOL)/Pro MMORPG gamer.
All my brader brader….. yeah baby!!!!!!
I just found out Tharik is richer than me. Knn. What mother own land here and there la father own land here and there cousin got this house that house and some orchard area land is his uncle's. Zzzz…..
But then Tanny say this picture is fucking ugly. That’s because he koo koo wan to act cute!!!!
So we took another.
Yay… now everyone look better……….. hanna hanna I still look very ah gua ok. *wiggle shoulder*
After soccer Tanny and I went to the salon at 400 plus… the one near the two kopitiams at Yishun Mall.
I like the Auntie there…. Sharp nose.. sharp jaw…. Lmao. I think she was the one who dyed Sheryl’s tail. Aaaa Sheryl can smile~~@!#!@#@!!@!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Actually wan to cut botak but then…. I saw Tanny’s new haircut and I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF!
It’s like those small small boy boy type. The Auntie look at her finished work she also haiz and walk out of the shop HAHAHAAA
SO when Tanny saw his new hair cut… he was…. . . . .. . . . . .. …
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Muahhahahhhaha I’m so cute….. . … . . .. . .. .. What?!!! What look like shit!?!!??!! WHO SAY WAN?! . ..
muahahahah ppl got train muscle u noe.... (now still small. I know.)
Yeah baby! I’m back on track!!! . . . . .. . . . . . .
Dont you wish you had a friend who documented everything about you?
I just bought a 250GB external hard drive from Seagate a few days ago (only 199 dollars!). While transferring my entire 120gb video hard drive into this one, I found many videos that were, in a way, forgotten. I’m pretty sure there are more in my hard drives. They total 500gb and it’s an entire mess of folders.
Before I go for another hiatus, preparing for my Project 3 film shoot next week, I’d like to post up all these forgotten videos that I made during my video experimenting days.
It’s just something for the guys from sec school to remember.
During the coming holidays I’ve already planned to send my XM2 for repair, rent a projector, bring Hasrul, Tanny, Viky and Tharik over to some quiet place where we will finally review and log down my library of 80+ hrs of secondary school footage. It’s gonna take about four days but it’ll be worth it.
I take it like some “rites of passage” I have to go through before “moving on”.
Otherwise I just cant rest.
Trailer for the non-existent documentary featuring all nine of us (plus some girls.. and Javis’s ex-girlfriend’s mother. Wth she was doing there with us is a long story.) on our trip to Kuching in 2004.
We’re going back there this holiday.
This next video has Viky, before his back got so bad he cant even walk, bringing us around the neighborhood and doing all that nostalgic hooba baba. The Tianyu scene was recorded for Donald’s DVD video (which I made for him for his bday). Made in early 2005. The original was deleted and I could only find the smaller, lower quality version of it.
Tharik: Wan make friend? LOL.... oo still my most favourite post: Le Henry
My first edited video. A simple video layered upon a music track. I’m putting this up because we can see our lovely Sarah, gorilla monster Sarala and April when they were chubbier. Other than that it’s nothing.
We were all young, hairless smooth people with tender pink genitals.
Taken from the Kuching trip footages (total of 8 tapes), this next video is the well-received one that documents the marriage of Henry and Tharik. We are such gay people. Taken in Damai Beach. The last shot actually had Tharik and Henry holding hands and walking out of the restaurant. Erwin (handling the camera) said this ang moh guy looked at them and smiled. Features Clara, Aik's cousin, Javis's ex-girlfriend and her mom. ... and me.... with glasses! and sitting at the head of the table becaue i am the boss's son! Khalid's son!
The "Must I?" joke came from here.
And this next one was screened during the ORD 2004 parade. It’s the last part of a three part video. Nearing the end of the song, I realized that I had too many footages of my friends in it when I was supposed to make something for the entire ORD 2004 batch. So I tried to save it in fear I’d get criticized and added in a jumble of shots of other cadets and finally adding the sec 5s a few seconds before the song ended. And of course.. the credits… and that ending credit title solely for my name. ahhaa P.S. Look at Jason.. before and after. LOL!
Aik Hong's (dun confuse with our Sze Aik) disgusting mashed potato shot wouldnt be possible if I was kind enough to ask him to join us for a while (we then asked him to leave). He claims that he is only allowed to go to orchard only "once a year" by his parents. And when we bumped into him he was alll "wahhh i so lucky sia.... today noone wan come out with me sia....".
When Henry saw the mashed potato he quipped,"Now i know why your friends pang seh you."
And I saved the best for last….
I once thought this video was lost forever. It was one of the things that were cut and rendered in one boring night with no objective whatsoever. The outcome was surprising for me because it turned out quite well. Bittersweet in a way. When I lost it I was devastated. But then one day Jia Hui and his little friends were messing around with my computer when it was in school and they found it with the inconspicuous name of “my dvd movie”, under some lost folder. I immediately had the video duplicated and sent to a couple of severs for safe-keeping.
So this is it.
The video shows the guy’s from early 2002 to the end of 2003.Erwin and the Fat Tub Of Jewcake Lard are also featured. Back when bb guns were all the rave, we had a short war with my guns in my room. The second last shot was taken in Cineleisure. That night was special; it was the night where Donald and Clara had things started going on for them. Actually that night was meant for us guys to just go out and have dinner, but donald, who actualy didnt wanan go, followed us..... then suddenly said in the mrt he has to "go somewhere" when we alighted at Somerset. Now it's clear why he wanted to follow us. Just goes to show where we stand in his world. The sadistic ending titles were not post-added. A vague prophecy? Haha.
Till then.
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The current political situation between the Middle East and America has started to bite into me. I don’t understand how Bush Jr., a comedian rather than a president, educated by chance (nepotism), weak in votes, an average joe in a way, could still rally up the entire military arm to fight in a war that the soldiers themselves feel so sick about. Who the hell is pushing all this? It’s like the entire Bush administration is some secular society that has Bush as a figurehead and some other guy is in control of this mess.
When I overheard on the morning radio on Class 95 that the US Government had nothing to say about the Israel-Lebanon war I felt like I had to punch some guy in the nose, strangle him by the neck and yell into his face, “ARE YOU BLIND?!!?!”
The entire world can see that the US Government is supporting this massacre and yet there doesn’t seem to be any change going on! The American people aren’t weak - They’re the strongest I’ve known. This whole entire mess is most probably the cause of the Bush Administration. They’re shutting out the American public and leading the country to death just for their own personal agendas. Sounds more like Capitalism to me. A top-down government model.
A model Singapore seems to be heading to as well. The majority of your younger generations, kopitiam older generations, and those who make up the majority of your nation, having the same opinion cannot be wrong. So why aren’t we voting for anything else in the country except the general elections?!?!
Cmon you bloody NewPaper masscomm idiot reporters! Stop giving us crap scandalous housewives tales and tell us REAL NEWS!
I felt different. Elated. Somewhat relieved. I found out I had more courage than I ever thought of. I could finally call anyone I wanted to without much thought beforehand. It didn’t feel technical or mechanic.
I realized I was living in this new found world of mine; free of blogging. Free of reading other people’s rants and ego-fixes. Free of this turtle-shell.
Ever since the rejection a lot of people including my sister have questioned my choice. Sure I’ve been thinking a lot about it myself but it seems like I’m taking it lighter than everyone else. Other people caring more on things that I should, but isn’t?
I talked to Sarah, Tianyu, Hasrul, Tharik, Aik and got some feedback on what the hell is wrong with me. Feedback was an eye-opener.
And so I walked out the next day just to be like other normal people.
And I enjoyed it. This is the world. This is it.
I leave you now with a film by Royston Tan entitled “Mother”. I watched this short film last year during class and I remember very clearly it struck me somewhere deep in my heart to the point I was sobbing, like a little girl, at the two minute mark.
It’s just something that evoked some meaning that was familiar to me - that described my relationship with my mother, father, family, and the state of this “perfect brotherhood” bonding between my friends and I; a vision I’ve been trying to realize. Seems like the 11 of us can’t sit down and have dinner together anymore.
This is what happens when you get rejected…. And your friends question your choice. I didn’t know I had that much blood!
Six months ago I told vis that I’d take him around Singapore in my car. Six months later I’m still walking around, sweating in my jeans and having girls lick the sweat off my balls. (Thanks, Tammy!)
Then I called Donald and told him that I’d go sign up for Basic Theory Test on his birthday. That day came and went. Nth was done. As usual.
But a promise is a promise, rite? So when I found out he went to register for BTT with henry a month ago, I dressed myself up, stood on a chair, raised my chest up high, showed everyone my super strong erection, and proclaimed, “I shall not be defeated!” and walked straight to YCK’s driving school.
Nabeh the walk from yishun to yck damn long sia.
However one day Henry came to me last week after he took his test and said….. “I failed. Im having a bad day.” Dotx.
Then I asked abt Donald (aiya not say I wan to say la hor but I just curious mah….) and the guy lost his wallet (AGAIN!!!!) so didn’t take the test.
Wah liew.. BTT can be so hard? So at AMK during our k-pool-watch-aik-own-us-all he point his finger up and down my face and warn, “I tell you ar you better study okay. Don’t think you so smart. You so good. You so this and that. You better study. Don’t end up like me.”
What did I do wrong!?!??! Why say until liddat!!!?!?
So we kiss kiss make up and everything is okay now. Brother brother never fight wan… fight already is considered friend only……. NOT.
My mother is super kiasu also. Older generation mah….. so I found three books on my mattress last month; BTT, ATT and SMLJ MCQ!!!!!!
Its like im studying for O levels and the MCQ book looked so much like the Ten Year Series useless piece of garbage crap (so thick, all the same questions, lousy fonts and printing.)
But I dunno why the da tou wan to gimme his own test on that day. My BTT test time is during my class! Shitx! And furthermore I had to do a presentation! And I came late by half an hour!
Of course. My malay society teacher damn doo lan la. SO I whack her ask her gimme face. She kaotao to me so many times and said okay I can present if the grp going up now would let me. So I went to the group, flash them my dragon tattoo….. but then they laugh!
Knn why!?! Then I noticed I show them the wrong dragon! Wah liew damn pai seh sia show my little dragon. So I took off my shirt and show them my six little dragon eggs (my abs la) and they say sorry sorry and I presented.
Presenting was okay… until the question and answer period. OMG why do all these student ambassadors like to kpkb so much? Still must be so xia lan meh ask us so formally? Brother brother lei. My dragon bigger than yours dun need so formal la.
I was supsoed to leave at 2pm. But the bloody ambassador idiot fucker keep talking la about similanjiao life and divorce rates and weddings and ccb all his pimple problem! In the end I flex my muscle then he saw and he faster excuse himself go toilet. Knn next time I flex ur backside then you know.
SO I ran down straight after… jump into the car, and my mother drive me off. Test started at 315. and at 3pm I’m still in ngee ann!
I pray and pray and pray to the big guy and finally, for some reason, he say okay and my car fly across Singapore to YCK. I went up to the counter and the three old ladies over there gossiping about some bra brand or what. I slam the table and told them, “OIE! Handsome guy wan take test! Where ar?!”
And they di siao me!
So I found my own way. Came in, door still open! Heng ar! The uncle behind the desk took my IC. I take back and whack his face tell him dun steal can?! Then I realized he needed to check for my attendance. Chey la. Say earlier please.
They told me to go to computer number 11!
Wow! Eleven! Unlucky number! World Trade Centre still fresh in our minds u know!
And I thought really unlucky la; my computer didn’t have a keyboard or mouse! I stare at the uncle. He scared to look at me. So I look at the other people. All touching the screen like testing geylang chiobu whethere tender anot. Then I realized,”Wah… so high tech ar!? Touch screen lei!”
And the test really impressed me. It was so colourful.. can press “next question” or “last question”. But I damn doo lan because go no “show answers” button. Zzz. Some of the questions even got video! Like the “Which car should go first? The Subaru, Mercedes, or Mitsubishi.”
So I click on the answer that said, “Mitsubishi la! Cos Mercedes only stuck up tua neh bu ppl drive, Subaru a lot of weird people.. and mitsubishi manufacture our fridge and aircon so if nv give face the company will stop producing them. Then all our food spoil.”
Then a window pop up. Aiyo virus ar? “You have reached the last question. Submit?”
I recheck my work again…. Still got 30 minutes to spend so relax la. In the end I got bored so I clicked on submit…
Then TING! Another window pop up!
PASSED.
THANKS YOU!!!!! THANKS YOU!!!!
So I jumped around the room, slap other people’s head.. and wave my ic infront of the uncle.
Then I ask him after that where to go? Can go home ar?
U noe what he do? He ccb still can ask me sit down and lecture me ar knn!
“See la.. you come late.. u missed the briefing.. haiz…”
Na beh u talk to the student ambassador la… he will give u all the evidence and support and solutions.
Me? I will do it the PAP way – act as if I care and smile.
So I signed up for the Finals.. and will be next month, 24th. Vote for me okay! I know I cannot perform, no looks, no education, very ugly also… but just vote la… I wan be Driving Idol. I know that the vote doesn’t matter la because the producer actually choose wan but… just vote la.. friend friend lei….
I already promised Vis I would drive him around Singapore on my birthday, which is in January.
Hopefully my father will give me what I wished for – a Toyota Liteace.
Why? Because if your friend wan to hank panky with his girl, got space! Brother brother what…. Must support each other! Then I can record them having sex! Wah… friend porn…. New genre…..
And because I know some of you don’t like it when I start to get into my beng persona (which really isn’t exactly beng), I’ll make it up to u la hor.
Below is a video, starring our very own star, Shah Iskandar Mahfuz!!!! This video was taken and edited last year but I happened to find it among my hard drives (500gb in total! Song bo?!?!?) We were out at Holland V that day and started to get high with his friend. Then the jokes started pouring in. Enjoy it! I just thought I should make does irritated ones smile a bit.
Shah ownz.
Today I went out with Hasrul and Tanny. Na beh… we made fun of HAsrul’s anus (his anus got teeth! Then he can chew his shit! Nyam nyam nyam….) and all that. Then we came up with all these potential riot-inducing jokes. I just hope some readers take it with a large tablespoon of salt.
You know the world is screwed up when Christians are worshipping a Jewish carpenter…. And Buddhists are worshipping an Indian.
Still too lame for you? Okay….
What do you call and Indian sitting under a tree? . . … … . .
WAH LAU KNN its almost seventh month la LOL! Maybe some girl with long hair and missing legs is responsible for making me think of all these spiritual stuff.
But you know what. i'm enjoying it. SO i wont stop!
For u guys again... this thursday night i'm gonna go over to CHangi hospital with a few guys and see how it's like at night.
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NOT!
Tmd henry and I are afraid of the dark. The two of the strongest people around are afraid of the dark.... who will protect your backside?!!?!?!
but then again... i do have a story from Changi Hospital. Wanna hear?
You wan ar? ok come sit down shake leg. Hug my body if you're a chio bu cos limpei here is fucking single, doo lan and heartbroken okay!
*why sheryl why!!?!?!?!?!?!?*
ANyways this happened a year ago... back when i was an idiot poly freshBOY.
Shah, Mitch, Thena and my sexy slim ex-boyfriend shaun (im just being cute ok) finished school at around ... uh... 4 or something. We had lunch/dinner (dunch? linner? hightea?) at Al-alameen then Shah suddenly went,"Yo yo yo whassup yall?!?! this is shah in da house-zay yo mama is sho fat! Lets all go all the way to da orchard road, yo!"
Mitch went, "yah yah yah less go less go!" Shaun went,"haaaa???? really??!?! ohhh great!!!" and i went,"WTF you SIAO wan AR!?! now sibeh fucking late you still wan go pak tor at orchard road! hong gan ar knn ok i follow lets go!"
Then from orcahrd road, we picked up some brochures on chinatown and malay village and all that. Because u see,.. that time.. we thought singapore was a happening place and planned ot go to all these tourist places.
Then shah came in again,"Let's do soemthig else."
And i just had to go,"WALAKAKA LMAOLOLWTHSIMILANJIAO let's go see ghost."
then in a flash they said YES, i got dragged in, had to eat my shoe, called a hamji kia and we set off to changi hospital.
So we reached changi hospital.
wah the place damn nice sia! now got new hospital bed and nurses and also near Simei MRT leh!!!
LOL joking only la. Mai steam steam lei. and u girl can hug me tighter anot? Im still feeling very sad....
*I took too long to get ready so i missed the choo choo*
Thena said we could reach there jsut before the sunset. But TMD 5pm got traffic jam all the way from your mother house to my backside la! But Shah was determined. He wants to go. SO we took the 2 hr ride. Best. Two. Hours. Ever.
We alightedand walked our way to Changi hospital.
When i was still going steady with my last girlfriend, wei shan, in sec 4, we kinda went nuts and thought why not visit changi hospital?
But we were stupid back then... even with another guy my age (Wei Shan's friend's boyfriend... we're all paedophiles eh.) we couldnt find the bloody hospital!!! Btw i saw that guy again the last time i went KTV with Vis. Wow he's so much better off than me.. he's working as a waiter!
So WS and i walked around the corner and found this desolate, run down yellow building. It's infornt of the commando camp. I remember seeing those buff men doing drills. It was around 5pm that time. The yellow building had a guard who was changing. He was old. And fat. and didnt seem to notice us. I was curiousl.. i wanted to know what is he guarding. So i went up to him....
...and......
.........
..... he farted!!!!!!!
no la. He didnt really say a word. I didnt even get to ask him. He just looked at me, nodded, and moved to one side, still wearing his clothes, as if telling us its ok to come in.
So we did.
And thats where i held WS hand for the first time.... mmm... my hands lost their virginity that day.
The building was empty. With cubicles the whole stretch. The first level was a lobby of course. So we cimbed up the stairs. It was pitch black. Seriosuly. Sibeh scary la knn. SOme parts of the stairs had fallen off and u miss that hole u die die fall down to the next level. The cublcle had doors. THey were locked. Those that didnt have doors showed us nothing but an empty room. For some reason I saw the lights dim. As in... someone dimmed the lights. So i thought it was time to go. The other guy kinda got the message and so we left.....
And ta da!!! we couldnt find the stairs! and it was a small building!! The girls clinged on to me (yes! hug me baby!) and the other guy just went ahead on his own. He just said like, "Stay here! i go find myself." Best 3 minutes of my life. We found the stairs, ran down, never looked intot he cubicles and then when we reached the entrance where the guard was... he was already locking the thing. He saw us and was like, "HUH?!"
Zzz...
So with this exprience, i kinda had to lead Shah and gang to changi hospital. I saw the yellow building again... and for some reason they said its the mortuary. Mortuary has cubicles?!?!?!?!? i think its and office buulding rather.
Thena then found the stairs leading up to changi hospital. That's the first itme i saw the famous building.
It reminded me of Lodge... what with the towers and all. I remmeebr the walls being super detail-less... jsut smooth solid walls and walkways that resemble primary school ones. On top was the red beacon light. It was peaceful to look at in a way. I mean.. perched up there... no trees to block your view and u get a great view of the island.... It sjust one of those times that we just wanna be alone (or maybe with Javis) spending the night together.
Mitch was already pissed scared. You can tell that by the amount of blabbering. Shah was gung ho and Thena was all like, "Let's go la we're here!"
Me? i was fine.... but not until i was climbing the stairs. I had my video camera with me then. Somehow i jsut felt i shouldnt go in. Its fear. I know. But it wasnt those "OMG OMG OMG IM GONNA DIE" kinda fears. It's like... "Your house.. your rules..." kinda negotiation between the building and that idiot inside me. So i bowed out.
and suddenly Thena had this sudden change of personality. He started glaring his eyes, shouting at me, grabbing me and pulling my collar... telling me to "come on in" and everything "will be okay" and that "they are here" to "protect me". That was already too weird for me to say anything. Shah didnt say anything. Shaun as well. But mitch was suddenly like,"Its ok audi... i'm going in too."
It was all getting too weird. So i pulled my self away and took a dozen steps back and turned up at them. It's strange when you see your grp of friends staring down at you, never speaking, and there's a man squatting next to them.
yeah.
Actually i saw it earlier on and he was squatting jsut behind the fence of the hospital. So i called mitch and told her to come down and acc me. FInally she did. And off went the guys.
Nothing happened so far. I was anticipating the photos Shaun will eventually take with his super pro DSLR camera. Mitch and i waited at the bus stop. I told her about the man..and kinda laughed it all off and started making silly spook jokes on her.
But then time passed too long. Sibeh fcuking long ar! Mitch tried calling Shah.
No answer.
And then called Shaun.
No answer.
simi lan jiao wtf. I over there wan to cry already. From where i was sitting on the railing i can clearly see the fence. So i shifted my place... 20 metres down the road.
Mitch called and called and called fo rth enext tne minutes. No answer! She also scard already and called Shah's friend and they both started worrying. The girla lso call Shah. Also no answer!
Then that's when i saw it.... four bright flashes going off a few seconds apart from each other. and it came from the above floors.. the high high ones.
SO we called shaun..... probably his camera. Wanna tell him that we saw him.
Also no asnwer!!!
fuck the neh neh we ran la tmd!! we ran down the road.... run run run then suddenly i saw shaun at the opposite of the road. He was very calm.... he walked.. to the bus stop opposite.. and sat down. As if waiting. Then i saw Shah. He also sibeh calm. Then... eh... where is Thena?
I saw him.. a shadow only.. I saw that he wasnt walkign straight.... and a bit weak in his steps. And he started swaying.... Maybe he's scared. So nothoing to worry rite?
Mitch and I crossed the road to see them
"So how did you see anything?"
"No la... the place was fine... no spooks or whatever" said Shah.
Then i turned around and Thena was on the floor! We rushed to him and he started vomiting and coughing. Fucking hell!
"Shaun where are your pictures?!"
I took his came.... and he said,"You cant see anything."
and i really cant! I reviewed his pictures and the most i saw, if it wasnt pitch black, was a small part of the fence lighted up form the flash.
But cannot be what! his flash is super strong! it even burned a piece of paper one time!
I aske if he did go into the bulding and he said yeah........... and took pictures in it. Small space, strong flash.... and still no image produced? Dun bluff lei.
And its really not that the lens cap was on. Through the darkness you stil could see a bit of the chair... and tables....
We left Thena to sit down at the bus stop bench. I asked Shah if he really didnt see anything.
"No la... nothing really!. Ok la the most we had was the smell of flowers. That's it."
Well ok..... but then i heard sobbing........ from behind me......
....Thena was crying......
Ok.... at that point of time i was thinking of who knows the number to the monks that do exorcism.
he was crying liek nobody's business.... im like "see la disturb ppl hse some more la!" and they started to crowd around him.
Mitch came directly infront of him... bent over.. so close...
"Thena.......... are you......"
WOOOARRR Thena jumped out of his place and grabbed Mitch by the throat! Fucking hell we all siam la knnccb Shaun's camera fly here fly there Shah already in his kungfu position.
Then Thena started laughing........
Ok i blur liao....
Shah came,"HAHAHAHAH got you all! It's a joke dammit! it's jsut a bloody joke!"
Knn tmb pcb clp ar fcuking dog!!!!!!!!!!!!! li ye lao kang ani tua lorry keyi mai u-turn ar TMD!!!!!! SHah broke it to us that they purposely didnt answer the calls and planned the whole thing inside the building.
na beh.....
but then i asked him again if he did see anything. His reply is still the same.
Looks like it's only the smell of flowers.... the undeveloped images... and that squatting man.
cb now im scared. Hug me closer lei... i'm so hamji.
*That's why i'm single.*
P.S. Eh... remember dont disturb other people's house. P.P.S. Oh ya... in addition... the guys never went up to the higher floors. so how come the flashes came from so high up?
A few nights ago i invited tharik over to my place for a bit of computer troubleshooting.
Then i let him in on something that has totally shocked him like never before. After i let him in on it, he was on my mattress, still, mouth agape and eyes wide open.
And this evening while we were at AMK K-pool, he told me described what he.. experienced.... to sarah and sarah was all "I feel weird now stop it stop it stop it!!!!!"
"wo bu yao wo bu yao!!!"
lmao. So anyways today im gonna share it with you.
A few years back i heard of this story. I was a little hairless boy back then. The story goes that these scientists were drilling holes in Siberia and suddenly their drill, which was drilling the ground, hit an air pocket and suddenly the temperature shot up to about a thousand over degrees. But scientists.... being who they were.... were curious and they let in a highly-sensitive microhpone, meant to listen to seismic activities like moving plates and stuff, into the hole and listened to what was being picked up
And guess what they heard?
What they heard caused them to flee in terror. Some started praying feverishly. Some went crazy.
Apparently, they heard the screams and yells of MILLIONS of people. These were tortured screams. Tortured, pitiful screams. Those crying for help but with no audible words in them.
They thought they found hell.
Now, many years later, i came across this story again. and this time.... I HAVE THE AUDIO.
and YES..... it is DISTURBING.
The concept of hell being underneath the crust of the earth, to me, is pretty much plausible.
Going back to the Bible and Quran, hell has been depicted as being something "below". Some place terribly hot where the flame tips are blue and the source of light is ominous. And all the other things like "worms" and "a lake of fire".
THen we look at the scientists. What do they say?
The centre of the earth is in fact HOTTER than the sun! and many times more, in fact! Beneath this thin layer of crust that we live on is really a sea of molten lava. Thats where ur volcanoes come in.
DO we all remember that there were times when God smighted his creation by having the earth "swallow" them up? And normally they'd be swallowed up into hell? And it all makes sense if you figured that God somehow literally opned the earth up and they all fell straight into hell.
And what about judgment day? The earth crumbles and everyone drops into hell and those who havent sinned are saved.
With all the oil tankers sucking things out from the crust, I just thought maybe one day the crust will lose its integrity to the point it collapses. And how would the faithful be saved? Aliens?
But whatever it is i find it very interesting. It's probable.
And now.. i'm gonna put up the audio for all of you to listen to. I assure you that it's indeed very disturbing.. if it's real.
You will hear MILLIONS of people screaming in pain. You can actually feel as if it's just a sea of people, shoulder to shoulder, getting tortured by satan.
I remember very vividly an example of how God punishes his people in hell. I read this in the Quran back when i was 12. Throughout the book there are various descriptions such as the crown of thorns and the one where the guy has to pull this really heavy cart like a buffalo... and his reigns are made of thorns and the thing is so bloody heavy that his arms tear right out of its socket But then this next exsample kinda stuck in my mind.
It's about tying a rope around the person's neck,... and then the end of the rope being shoved down his mouth, right throuhg his throat, stomach, intestines and right out of the anus. And then he'll be dragged around. Or maybe even hanged like that. Sometimes i wonder if any of those sick bastardized "Muslim" militants ever tried these kinds of stuff on their enemies.
But without further ado... here's the clip.
And now here's my analysis: .
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Screaming people. Flanger effect. The very familiar and generic Satan laughter. The looping of the girl screaming. All in all... it could be very well be faked. And very easily, in fact!
What's more... this story has been classified as a HOAX! Though the motivation came froma similar story. The scientists did find an air pocket but the temperature was only about 180 degrees celsius.
But nevertheless... the probablility is there. it could be possible. Sure. Otherwise why do you think ever since the ancient times man has been doing these drawing of big great fires under our feet?
Just as an afterthought... there's also a probailty that hell's fire is the combustion of SULPHUR. Research has been done and its been discovered that when sulphur burns it gives out a "sourceless light" or an "ominous light". Hell has also been said to smell like rotten flesh and all that. We all have smelt sulphur after it burns havent we? Food for thought yeah?
P.s Someone slap me quick i'm getting too spiritual.
Ive posed this question to a lot of people, listening at their opinions.
What if i stopped blogging?
Ive been blogging for about two years now. I've seen the readership rise and fall and fall and fall some more and rise again and rise some more. It has documented my life from before the O level days, my break into the miniature modelling market, to how i got into FSV (including the interview), to how our "band of brothers" deteriorated, to my lust for adventure and even my experience in latin dance!
Blogging is a big part of my life. During the photoshopping days it usually takes me about 4 to 5 hours to blog.. that includes importing the photos, editing them, writing the post, uploading the pics to photobucket then publishing. Now it takes about 2 - 3 hours.
I believe in satisfying audiences. My audiences are you. I've met a lot of nice people out there like Future Soldier, Hyde and Romano.... all i dont know their faces (except hyde). It's normally because of this sense that someone is watching me that i feel like i have to put in something substantial in my posts.
Which of course.... leads me to make all those "crazy" decisions; going to the dentist, meeting sly, buying Kenny Sia's camera, travelling to Kuching, all night cycling, making films, scoring in school and also smoking, noise singapore, singapore idol etc etc. It just gives everyone else something nice to read. I'm essentially a people-pleaser. Not an ass-kisser... but someone who likes to make those on "my side" happy.
And kill all their enemies muahaha.... u noe.. queer stuff...
In a way.. my mission is to spread this idea of "life doesnt suck". And at the back of my head as i blog is just that somewhere out there, tiny as it is my blog readership, something will click in someone's brain and he'd just go, "hey this guy's right! i should stop whining!"
But that's difficult. I find that people want angry, short and fantasy-like posts. The kind where the blogger imagines himself as this "troubled being in the evil machine of life".
People dont recognise me on the streets. I'm not clara. I get notes sometimes that ppl go, "OMG i saw clara!!!! i read her blog!!!" And the irony is these people know her when i publicised her address here. (and stop asking for her number dammit!!!)
And then i realised that guy bloggers dont get the fame as easily as girls. Because girls can flaunt their breasts and bikinis and guys are kinda involved in a sense that.... we go out looking for stuff like these. Unless either one is faggotish... guy bloggers dont really fare in popularity.
But thats okay.... a friend of mine came in and said Meinbereich was the most influential blog to him. Another said it's his favourite blog.
And i think that's enough. I'm happy.
and it doesnt matter! At least we guys know that those we're getting are interested in our writing rather than our dicks!
Over the years i've reworked and redid my style. I played with html.. i learnt photoshop... i learnt of youtube and defined my own style to blogging. Im happy that people have adapted elements of my style into their own blogs. Like kwang wei. look at him! he has TONS of videos up now of school life!
But then.. am i gonna blog forever?
Henry warned that i'd be letting down a lot of people if i were to stop. Hasrul promised he'd be the first to kill me. My sister will just go "OI" twenty times per second on my tagboard.
But.. i dont know.. i have this feeling that i should live in the real world.. meet real people.. and socialise in that way. For me, the blogging world and the real world are two entirely diffrent things. THe moment i step into my room i have this image if knights and castles and druids priests and all the anger and rage and that sickening feeling of confinement sinks in. I always have many things to say. Always. And it's impossible (and anally boring) for me to blog everything down. In real life i get immediete feedback and it's all spontaneous.....
Hasrul, Vis, Tanny and Henry would understand what a speech i can give. Hasrul has endured me giving a spontaneous speech for four hours a few days ago.
A lot of unneccessary squabbles have occured because of this computer to computer communication. It's just that absence of seeing or hearing that person. When i say "ok that sucks" you can either read it with the intonation that i'm saying, "wahtever" or "ok thats not good lets try sth else."
I wonder if i didnt blog.... who would be my friends now? How would i entertain henry? how would i make tanny know what i'm up to? maybe that special girl is out there reading? would donald still be around? wil jia hui still call me sexy?
Maybe if i didnt blog i'd have much more stronger bonding between friends? because we're not tied to msn and all that.
But... i dont know.... i've changed so much just for this blog. Just to entertain. I envision it to be a sort of soap opera for you guys. See me rise... see me fall... (though not on purpose i swear!).
So give and take.... i've decided when i'd stop blogging.
Like all stories in the world, it ends when everything wraps up and everything is complete. I have an empty hole in my life right now and that is.... i'm single.
I need a female figure in my life. A powerful woman to kick me back and make me human. Someone to control my rage. This woman might very well be the last helping hand i need to reach that overpowering sense of glory! That's what i need! A life partner.
Once i've found that special girl, the story wraps up, and the drama is over. Maybe i'd return to blog. Maybe i'd start another with her. Or maybe i wont.
But the thing is...dont you think it's just the perfect ending to a story?
i've always had plenty of recurring dreams since i was young. I've dreamt of the month of october being erased from the calender (in 2007 i think). I've dreamt of this great war that i'll be fighting in as a foot soldier, ultimately getting shot in the head and die.
Some of us know of this phenomenon referred to as "vivid dreams". It's those kinda dreams when you feel like youre half asleep, half awake. Like this sense you are just "taking a dip" somewhere between the line of two worlds.
I do honestly believe in out of body experiences.. the one where the spirit leaves the body and walks around in the world. Only differnce that we can see all the other beings running the world as well.
More often than not, when i have vivid dreams, they're feelings of fear. I know im having a vivid dream. I can see purple colors.. i can see blue colours... i can see other people as well. At the same time i either sense or see these awfully frightening beings. Like tortured souls. It's scary. They float, they glide, they scream, they crawl up to you.... Sometimes they come and "talk" to me and warn me of stuff. Like how i should return to religion. How some of the people i know are having evil intentions. How they'd suffer after death. And how at the end of it all i'd be in a completely different situation than where i am now; not in singapore, not with the guys.
I have this idea that yes indeed there are ways to "tell the future". But rather than saying "this will happen" it's more like a warning of "what will happen if..". This idea of spirits and aliens do in fact make sense to me. The consistensies between the Bible and Quran on the supernatural are astounding. I remember reading the Prophet said something like... "...and other beings (if there are) in space.... ". Then there was the big comet that scientists said that striked earth and i was wondering whether it's possible that comet was Adam himself being flung from the garden of Eden, throwing away the entire evolution theory.. which i think is false... or maybe it doesnt apply to humans? Having had myself surrounded by devout Christians (the real ones) and Muslims and this knack for the exploring world's mysteries, eventually anyone would find some consistencies between everything. But back to vivid dreams.....
There was this story back in sec 2 that i had a vivid dream and found myself in Donald's room, up above his sliding doors looking down at him sleeping. I've never really seen his room before or know him well enough to recognise his habits but the nedxt day i asked if he was wearing black shorts and white top lying on his right hugging a bolster on a green/red mattress. He was shocked. Well if that's true then maybe the other time i had this image of him getting a blowjob could be true as well.
I fear vivid dreams. I know when it comes; my legs twitch whenever i feel like i tripped in my dreams. And not only once or twice... they are many times... and one time i thought maybe if i trip more often, i'd twitch in real life! and i was right! Sometimes my legs twitch, or my back jerks. THat's when i know i'm in that twilight state. But the sights and sounds of troubled beings hiding behind tables, curtains and so on just denies me to explore further in this seemingly different world. It doesnt help that i sleep alone.
They perfectly fit into the descriptions of imps, elves, devils and so on... horns and all. Flowing red gowns, white tattered robes, long hair.. you name it.
But over the years I've accepted this phenomenon and when it comes i'd open my eyes.... but not before i bury my head in the pillow for fear that i'd see something when i wake up.
and also.... that "iiiiiiinnnggggg" sound ringing in my ears everytime i get "pulled" into the other side.
Any of you find this familiar? Or am i just crazy?
So i took a bus down to my friend's house. He didnt tell me what he needed it for. We met at the kopitiam after that with his girlfriend.... and he didnt really mentioned anything about the money.
So i asked him whts the money for.
"oh uh. i tell you then you dont tell anyone."
Classic pre-secret-telling line.
"im gonna buy drugs.."
"FUCK YOUR MOTHER LA KNN!"
Then he went on about its ok - its like me firstly thinking smoking is not a good thing then suddenly i start smoking.. same logic. THat rationalisation got me for a while but your friend starts taking drugs? I wasnt prepared for that.
But eventually he laughed and said he was joking. His girlfriend giggling.
Afternoon turned to night. And we ended up at his home. In his room. Noone was around.
A bit of small talk... a few bits of puffing and some girl guy discussions.
"Eh.. do you think X and A got fuck anot?" he asked.
"lol dunno... maybe. most probably."
"lol he got wan... that time he told me his girlfriend gave him a handjob. Then sprayed on the towel."
"lmao..."
over the years i've heard of my friends doing each other here and there. One day i'd come and they'd pull me to one corner and say that last night they scored. Then it was the usual blabbering of whether she was a screamer or a moaner. It's weird at first.... you grew up with him for the past 4 years... then images of them going at it starting popping up and it jsut feels strange. Eventually you get used to it.
Back to my friend's house: The atmosphere stalled for a while and i was sitting there having small talks with him. He had his girlfriend lying in his arms.
Soon enough we were on the same bed lying down. It's not anything significant..... we always lay on each other's bed just talking.
Then i found them kissing each other. From the periodical peck on cheek to french kissing.
Obviously it felt a bit weird but i've seen everyone doing that... trying to make me jealous since i'm single.
I thought i should leave. But he told me to stay.
Maybe i shouldve left.
Next thing i know my friend and his girl started pulling each other's clothes off. First came the top.... then his top... then her pants... then his... and the glorifying feeling of taking off the boxers and panties. There they are having sex right infornt of my eyes.
Yes... my friends were fucking each other. Right there and then.
"Eh record lei audi."
This is probably the biggest shock i've had. There over here was this guy who knows me inside out and vice versa.... I remember him 4 years ago being that little innocent boy playing hide and seek with me and now here he is right infront of me pounding on his girlfriend, his dick and where it's going to clear for me to see.
There are times when i hear about my best friend getting a handjob from his girl during the o level days... at his home...at her home... in class.... and it really got to me right in the heart. Straight to depression. In a way.. when we get these kinda news it just bites you in some odd way and we feel betrayed in a sense.
But then from handjobs it went up to blowjobs and eventually they're fucking all night long.
Sometimes the people i think are so decent and innocent (their girlfriends) end up losing their virginity. I remember them screaming for people to shut up when they talk about sex.
You know the kinda situation where when you hang out with short people... you become short... and when you hang out with smokers.... you become smokers yourself?
Ever since i hit puberty in 2000, i've had my own fair share of hanky-panky. It first started in Grade 6. On the last day of school a girl of mine did more than "playful groping". It's kinda difficult for me to break this over here since many people i dont know (and my sister) are reading this. I've gotten handjobs.. blowjobs... and all that (no fucking, anally or vaginal, though) throughout the years with my ex-girlfriends that eventually when i came to Ngee Ann i was truly very open to this whole idea of "fuck buddies". Too open that it becomes immature.
A classmate of mine sensed this vibe in me........ and i made one of the biggest mistakes in my life. I was engaged in a guy-guy relationship!
Looking back now at that short-lived 1 and a hlf months relationship was pathetically disgusting. But it happened because i was under depression (again) and my whole world was topsy turvy what with all the adjusting to poly life and new ideas and the adult world. On top of that, the big hooha between Vis and me (something still so dark and private that i've never shared with anyone. Not even henry.)
So with that i was looking for some way to get out of it all; find a new social group... review my principles etc etc. Somehow the idea of a same-sex relationship got past the guards.
But then realisation sank in. My senses started working again and a second later i ended everything. All this same-sex sex was just pointless. I realised i wasnt homosexual. But he was. And he took it really bad. We're still int he same class but not talking at all.
And i dont want to. If i ever had to choose to regret something i've done in my life, this is it.
Right after that i made friends with a girl from Business Accountancy. Her name's Tiffany... and we've been okay so far just that she has a boyfriend.... of 3 years. Single once again.
Back at my friend's house, he ejaculated on her. They made a bit more lips smacking and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
I put my camera down.
"Eh audi.... i hope you dont mind we fuck just now infront of you. I dont know what happened. It just happened." he said as he walked me out of his door.
I'm lost for words.
But the funny thing is.... i dont feel angry. Not a tinge of feeling betrayed. I figured it's just the way life is and have come to accept it; people may do things that you dont expect.
Camera and lighting project 3 is up and running already.
For this assignment we’re to produce an entirely visual piece that has some narrative to it. Andrew raised the standards about three-folds more this time… no more Channel 5 kinda stuff.
16mm film. SGD$200 for a two minute reel.
It should be fun…. I grabbed my teammates from Project 2 again so everything should run better now that we know how each of us behaves on set. We talked about many different ways to do this. For one we could actually just go ahead and do a silent comedy like Charlie Chaplin (ohhh my hero…) and Buster Keaton. On the other hand we could do a montage like the great Russians did ( like for say…. Have this lady chopping her vegetables in the humble kitchen then the next shot is maybe someone stomping on an ant’s nest. Brings out a whole new meaning when you watch it doesn’t it?)
We actually thought of this horror love story. It’s about this nerd who’s obviously alone. He writes a letter and then throws it out of the window, looking up at the moon, just dreaming. After that he meets this really gorgeous lady in red and next thing you know he’s having sweet candle light dinners with her. He sinks into this state of lovey-dovey stuff whereby everyone else is walking fast and he’s in his own world all warm and fuzzy. The last scene they are on his bed, close enough for their nose to touch. And they’re giggling… and they stare… and finally they kiss each other ever so softly. As he closes his eyes, a smile forms across his face and he lays face up, hand behind his head, smiling and dreaming. The camera tracks away from him and we see… there is no girl! But and eerie red cloth drapes across his bed.
But then we scraped the idea because we intend to film three weeks from now and that’s the Hungry Ghost Festival so… no.
At the end of it all they voted for my story. I wont reveal details of it yet but trust me…. Those of us who are familiar with my die-hard attitude to making war-related films might know just what’s coming up.
Yup… Jiahui probably has an idea what’s coming up. Rifles… helmets… overcoats… action!
The famous “Battle of the Field” video. It was the only thing I had to get my foot in FSV and propel me into the film-making world..seeing how my results sucked. It was made in Dec 2004 and edited on Ulead Media Studio Pro 7 (im using Avid Liquid now). I actually brought over my desktop system (including 5.1 speakers) over to school and camped there for a month just so that if I wanted to film anything I could just call the guys up and have a shoot. Due to accusations of it being “too violent”, it was never screened for the CCA Open House. I’ve come a long way since that video lol.
Once again I’m the director of photography (we didn’t vote… I planted my butt there before anyone could hee hee) so with the power bestowed in me….. the lighting will be like my blog header…. Awesome! I’m trying to go for that look but it may be really difficult because that blog header was heavily photoshopped. But we’ll see how.
The scene will be an interior night scene. Gonna be a lot of trouble with replicating moonlight.
Oh and… hee hee…. Our Project 2 scored a B. But there was this remark from Andrew that went, “Camera movement could be more stable.”
zz…. I used to be the most stable handheld cameraman!
Anyways I did up this video from the bunch of clips I took in class a week ago. We had a class shoot where we learned to use the Bolex film camera.
The other time when my mom said that Saddam’s school in NTU had new equipment and all that I kinda rolled my eyes a bit. Well firstly it’s not really about how new the equipment is… look at me I’m using a Kenny-cam and I’ve had my fair share of nice pretty photos coming out from it! In school we know of some people who say they take nice photos with their huge fat SLR cameras but when we see it the only reason it looks nice is because he did the shallow DOF thing (where after a certain distance the image becomes blur) and that his camera has 11 megapixels resolution. There’s just more to photography than a big fat camera…. Though having an SLR would help..
So the whole reason I’m saying is just to say that our lovely Bolex 16mm film camera was born in the 1960s. It’s a lot older than most of us here but look it still works!
The Bolex camera. In the next scene (no audio) Andrew was going through with us on how to work the dolly. We're gonna use that for Project 3 most probably.
These cameras come for about 15 thousand bucks a piece or maybe more. Made by the Germans so you’d have some idea on how mind-bogglingly technical this thing can get (but still efficient!). Handling this thing is like handling plastic models; you need to feel for how much of a beating the parts could take.
On any shoot we have three people running this camera alone. The DOP would be the guy looking through the viewfinder (on student productions at least), the 1st AC does the focus pull and zoom and everything to do with the lens (for the Bolex it’s manual turning. They have dials on the lenses for the 1stAC to see) and the 2nd AC has the fun job of putting up color charts, loading film cameras and log-sheets. This week I was the 2ndAC and it was a pain in the bunghole – you had to time the number of seconds the camera is rolling, convert that to how many feet of film that is, log it down then be alert for the next roll. And the other time there were plenty of short takes and I wasn’t the sort of person who could see conversion tables clearly… in the dark.
Then I had to load the film as well…. in the dark. Analism!
In the next 4-minute video we were set up to replicate a daytime interior. Sunlight to shine into the “room”, a bit of indoor-motivated lighting. Daniel will come into the room, talk a bit to Deborah, then kill her and walk off.
We had three lights on the set that day. It isn’t much but you’ll see what effort it takes to set up all the lightings. Andrew had us calculate the color temperatures of the lights in Kelvin (like say… 3200K temperature means the light is orange or tungsten, 5500K is daylight, means blue. The film is tungsten balanced so the 3200K light will turn up white on film… I want orange lights to turn up so how do I do that… tra la la la la) and put up gels on the lights to go for that look we want. It takes quite a lot of effort for everything to pull off…. And will only work if everyone knows their place. No kidding, Eisenstein… This week we had the class shoot and some people were sulking. Another was making fun of himself. People of authority couldn’t really handle other people. At the end of everything everyone was sitting down on their chairs, looking up at Daniel on the 9-foot ladder while he keeps repeating, “Where do you want the light to point?!?!?!?!” Andrew came in and was obviously pissed and started making all these “You’re fired!” remarks.
Cam and Lighting class last week. Shows you a bit of the production process and how much of a 1940s Russian metal factory kinda synchronization standards needs to be on set.
I’m gonna put here a bit of trivia. May not be accurate because I’m just a student….
The lights get awfully boiling hot in a very short time. Andrew switched on a redhead spotlight and within the next 20 seconds he touched the barndoors and it boiled his skin. While he was teaching and waving his arms and caught a glimpse of his finger – a long clean straight section of the skin was protruding out.
That joke about the McDonald’s ad came from a discussion earlier on how anti-climatic it was (the one where the man jumps over the couch and watches football.). Shouldnt there be a roaring cheer somehwere? Yeah we criticize what’s on tv a lot.
Behind the set, where Yvonne is handling the gels, there is flicker on the lights. In real life you cant see that but on camera with it’s frame rates and all that it appears. It happens because of the current fluctuating in the wires and blab la bla all these physics stuff. So this is why we need to read the fine prints on the lights to see what frame rates do the flicker appear so we could avoid that.
Deborah is playing with a light meter. What we do throughout the shoot was measure the light’s intensity. Like say we want it to be at 250 foot candles, we get that on set, dial it to match the ISO of the film (like your film cameras have 100, 200, 400 ISO stock), then dial it to the aperture… and uh….. something else. I have no idea how to work that thing. But basically it guides us to “see” the contrast ratios between the lights and see how well a subject is lit. etc.
Shooting on the Bolex isnt like using a video camera where what you see is what you get. The viewfinder is just a piece of glass. Depending on the skills of calculating apertures and light intensity and all that…. What you want may not appear. It could come out underexposed or overexposed. Mind-bogglingly anal. Add that to the filmstock/light temperature issue.
The measuring tape is used to measure the distance of the subject to the camera. Let’s say its 10 feet… then the 1stAC comes to the lens, dials the focus to distance marking of 10 feet. It’s easy if it’s a wide shot but when it’s a close up and the DOF is really short where if the calculation is a feet or 10cm off, the subject starts to lose focus. This is why we get so frustrated when the actor isnt cooperative and fidgets here and there all the time. We try not to have ego-centric cast members on our shoots. And the best part is that you wont really know if it’s off focus even if you're looking through the viewfinder.
After the film rolls, the 2ndAC (Justin) does the logging. 1stAC (Jeffrey) rolls the spring in the camera. DOP (Rui) is supposd to do sth but I don’t know what. At this point of time the director could talk to the actors… gaffers could tweak the lights.. etc etc. So when Andrew said that in Hollywood, the average number of takes per day is SIX…. I guess we all can understand why now. Well it did take us two hours to set up, shoot, and pull it down. And we only had two takes.
And which other polytechnic courses in Singapore allows you to do all these?
Only in FSV!
Just for show, the video below was a mish mash of what I could gather from the failed NVAU Tenth year anniversary production that I ran. Made in 2005 so you’ll notice that I found ways to add in explosions and sparks. Audio is TERRIBLE. Erwin was audioperson on set and we didnt brief him enough on how to work the microphones. There was a mix in the cast; main characters were ppl from my previous FSV class and the others were from NVAU. You know... i love having Jia Hui, Aaron, Jason Zhang, and others frm that grp of boys in my cast list. They cooperate well and dont poke their dicks and heads and necks into what others are doing.
One thing's for sure... the film wont be released anytime soon. I just hope I still have chances to make these types of films….I guess it's my forte.
Yesterday I was Changi Airport to send off my family to Australia.
Then I did a bit of shopping in Brisbane and just got back this morning alone…
NOT!
My sister has finally been sent off to Australia for her university studies in accountancy. She’ll be off for the next six months. Yay. One extra room for me.
At the same time my parents left with her and wont be back for a week. Double yay… I can smoke in my room!
At about 9pm we left in a convoy of three cars. My cousin was driving our car this time… yeah… finally the car goes above 100kmph! Such amount of luggage for a mere six months. Bwahahahah must be all those thongs…
Changi Airport underwent some makeover it seems… now we have banana leaf lights!
Why do girls have such big asses? To hump, of course!
My cousin’s family was there… my father’s friend’s two daughters were there (daughters of former Valuair manager… who dun wan?!) and some of my sister’s NTU friends were there too. Ah yes… the cue for me to just shut up and push the baggage trolleys around and watch China girl troupes snort and drool while snapping photos with their phones.
Look! Quincy's sister! LMAO
To be honest I don’t know where in Aussie they’re going lmao. And no I don’t worry about my sister because we have Lodgians over in Aussie (TONS of them. If I wanted to go to Canada, I’d have Cynthia or Manas there waiting. If I wanna go to Englad I’ve got Kiong Kong waiting. If I wanna go to Aussie… well there’s a bloody lot of people ready to greet me.) But then as usual my father just has to go, “NO NO NO YOU StAY IN THE SCHOOL HOSTEL.”
There was this long lecture from my father aimed at my sister (and him winking at me). He’s going all, “You go to Australia you better go there to study! Don’t go clubbing otherwise I knock your head. You know ar all these Asian kids go there their parents buy them a car and they go off speeding here and there trying to impress. You better not get into the car understand!”
Then the most classic advise ever – “Learn from the China students who come here to Singapore to study.”
HAHAHAHHAHAAH SIAO AR?
My sister actually turned back at me and did the monkey face and rolled her eyes.
She then says, “For what? No social life….”
Father goes, “No social life nevermind. You go there to study! Better not waste money and don’t dream of the nightlife there… driving to suburban areas…”
Ahhhh my god….. unless I get my own money I will be stuck in NTU’s SADAM (School of Art , Design and Media) and be a koo koo bird mountain tortoise. Wah lau…. I just wish I could tell my father that Singapore’s media really is so young it’s just not worth it.
“The school is new… so the equipment must be new and good!” says my mom.
Zzz…… that’s such a pointless point to point out.
The fat guy's my sister's boyfriend's brother. Childhood friends yeah... we stayed at the Holiday Inn Kuching while they were staying at Damai Beach. Their father's still working there as manager. But my father ownz theirs muahahahaah!!!! ah well..... Sister and her boyfriend.. 53 months already wtf...
Anyways there were plenty of teary moments (for my sister la. I’m over there going, “Okay.. there’s internet…”) and hugging and all that.
heh... "Audi stop it." OIE Henry and Aik! When the hell are you gonna gimme a hug ar!??!
My cousin came up to me and did the teary eyes thing. I shook my head in denial.
It’s quite a relief that they’re gone. And even better that my cousin is staying over for the week. He’s stationed at the policestation near Sarah’s house so he’s constantly patrolling there and OMG he’s YOUNG!
PARTY!!!!
The first thing I did in the car was turn on the radio from Class 95 to WKRZ.
“You don’t mind listening to techno rite?” I asked.
“NO MAN! I LOVE TECHNO!”
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Knn we blast the bass and volume up and go zoom zoom around Sengkang, driving at 110kmph under the train tracks. WHOO!!! My mothers always wields out a knife when she hears anything with deep bass coming out from my speakers.. even explosions in Call of Duty! She goes like, “Audi turn down the volume! That’s satan music!” and couple it with, “It’s already sunset! Satan will come!” Oh geez…
“Let’s go drive around.” Says my cousin.
SHIOK AR…… we went around the Yishun Dam area… around Seletar camp… driving here and there blasting the radio, jumping over humps… through the dark roads and long grass. Muahahah my father will kill us if he finds out.
Yishun Dam... Singapore's very own Make-Out Creek
FREEDOM! Na beh it’s about time I become a bad boy for a bit. Then act ah beng a bit la wound down window and put my arm outside lmao. My cousin was also driving with his thumb. Shiong!
We came home around 12, going to 1. The night was almost over so I made myself some apple juice with this nifty juicer my parents just bought. Yeah baby… a sweet drink to end a sweet and satisfying night.
Most pointless video ever.
My mother’s last few words were, “Audi you and your cousin please communicate. Exchange numbers, remember.”
Heh heh… just goes to show how astray I am from the “circle”.
Firstly all these cb mainstream newspaper anyhow put a lot of stupid news like people getting raped or husband lan jiao get nyam nyam by crazy horse wife…. Which is ok if its in singapore la but KNNCCB tell us what’s happening in CHINA FOR CB WHAT EFF-GE-NATHAN?!
But ok relax limpei understand Singapore so tiny no news to report.. well at least to report about things that don’t defame the gahment lor. What the too too kueh nowadays the sweets all cb so ex! Import from where? Zhong guo LA! Catch no mutton curry understand anot!? Report that la! Dun give us nonsense like “orhhhh this is for the good of tourists.”
Tourist more important that own citizen’s well being? MIGRATE US AWAY CAN?
Then this smoking ban I just found out also. Got this dickhead columnist say things like, “OHHH I wondered why my dog shit suddenly taste so good at the hawker centre. Maybe is my dog face girlfriend perfume. Oh then it hit me – no smokers!”
YOU COME FROM OSAMA FAMILY RIGHT?! So narrow minded! Live in cave wan never come out see sun that’s why not strong got cancer and iq so low can write stupid comment like this!
Please la hor ban is ok ban la but cb wtf you give me 2 tables out of 100 you siao wan ar?! Smokers not all acrobats okay! Cannot make human pyramid cos since when school encourage us do all these kind of stuff wan?!?!? All only wan us get myopia and know the world reading about it in a stupid grey box in the middle of a lush green field. Step out of it only kanna disciplinary action. HONG GAN AR! I slap you with a ban saying you cannot pcc you wan anot?!
Ok.. nvm.. I know… sibeh damn baseless comments…. Cos I know now the new education management (cos the old grey shriveled birds all die liao) pushing in a lot of outdoor activities in their class. This I like… but if you give my son pressure for PSLE I will kill you. 12 years old wan him coo coo jiao study all night long for what?!
Then the most doo lanest thing I found…. Why ar all the time these reporters report thing about the social scene.. like ppl under void deck or clubbing grps.. they will say, “THE BENGS la la la la”
PLS LO…. Who in singapore is really actually high class party wan? I got one friend ar act chio act rich come got slang got accent got blonde hair come from art school ar the father still got tattoo got smoke and really is lau beng lor! This wan called upper class ar?
ok maybe some ppl is really high class but you Chinese discriminate your brother and sister simi lan jiao wtf abooshgenaden?! Just because you drink silly drink means you silly meh? Oie… as long as my beng friend can save money he can also BUY YOUR DRINK you know?! Or even better…. Can even buy many more for your father mother daughter cat uncle giraffe hippo teletubby understand?!
Knn you think beng make noise under block wan ar? OPEN YOUR EYES!!!!! And your ears!!! Cannot you hear the accents?!?! Beng don’t hang out under the block in the dark playing guitar revving their motorbike or whatever lor. They got BRAIN. They hang out at coffeeshop, around shopping centres or your mother’s house! Honestly you ever hear bengs hang out under the block THE WHOLE NIGHT?! NO! the most only two hours.
Nnb they poor or uneducated doesn’t mean they lazy what! They still buy food for the mother the sister still take care of father when sick and will take care of each other wan. Not like the rest they lazy then lazy all the way until they die suddenly because God doo lan with them for turning into WORMS!
You break your nail you complain like cb fuck tell the whole fucking blogosphere…. They have their mother go jail, got brother paralyzed in accident… got sister getting raped…. You got see them tell the whole world?! They are intolerant? I say YOU are intolerant! YOU ARE SPOILED.
So really la pls… you wan say beng is wrong…. You wan say smoking is wrong… you wan say this and that about other groups of people… pls la ok…. You will only understand truly if you were mixing around with them. You stupid in-the-box learner with your sheltered upbringing pls…. LEARN TO LIVE.
p.s. did you see Don on the Channel 5 news? You did?! Seven years of bad luck… p.p.s. – my first ever mentioning of the FIFA World Cup…… FRANCE! Wah liew listening to all these countries play against each other are like listening to reenactments of WW2 battles.
“Italy has its revenge on the Germans! Heil Mussolini!”
Firstly all these cb mainstream newspaper anyhow put a lot of stupid news like people getting raped or husband lan jiao get nyam nyam by crazy horse wife…. Which is ok if its in singapore la but KNNCCB tell us what’s happening in CHINA FOR CB WHAT EFF-GE-NATHAN?!
But ok relax limpei understand Singapore so tiny no news to report.. well at least to report about things that don’t defame the gahment lor. What the too too kueh nowadays the sweets all cb so ex! Import from where? Zhong guo LA! Catch no mutton curry understand anot!? Report that la! Dun give us nonsense like “orhhhh this is for the good of tourists.”
Tourist more important that own citizen’s well being? MIGRATE US AWAY CAN?
Then this smoking ban I just found out also. Got this dickhead columnist say things like, “OHHH I wondered why my dog shit suddenly taste so good at the hawker centre. Maybe is my dog face girlfriend perfume. Oh then it hit me – no smokers!”
YOU COME FROM OSAMA FAMILY RIGHT?! So narrow minded! Live in cave wan never come out see sun that’s why not strong got cancer and iq so low can write stupid comment like this!
Please la hor ban is ok ban la but cb wtf you give me 2 tables out of 100 you siao wan ar?! Smokers not all acrobats okay! Cannot make human pyramid cos since when school encourage us do all these kind of stuff wan?!?!? All only wan us get myopia and know the world reading about it in a stupid grey box in the middle of a lush green field. Step out of it only kanna disciplinary action. HONG GAN AR! I slap you with a ban saying you cannot pcc you wan anot?!
Ok.. nvm.. I know… sibeh damn baseless comments…. Cos I know now the new education management (cos the old grey shriveled birds all die liao) pushing in a lot of outdoor activities in their class. This I like… but if you give my son pressure for PSLE I will kill you. 12 years old wan him coo coo jiao study all night long for what?!
Then the most doo lanest thing I found…. Why ar all the time these reporters report thing about the social scene.. like ppl under void deck or clubbing grps.. they will say, “THE BENGS la la la la”
PLS LO…. Who in singapore is really actually high class party wan? I got one friend ar act chio act rich come got slang got accent got blonde hair come from art school ar the father still got tattoo got smoke and really is lau beng lor! This wan called upper class ar?
ok maybe some ppl is really high class but you Chinese discriminate your brother and sister simi lan jiao wtf abooshgenaden?! Just because you drink silly drink means you silly meh? Oie… as long as my beng friend can save money he can also BUY YOUR DRINK you know?! Or even better…. Can even buy many more for your father mother daughter cat uncle giraffe hippo teletubby understand?!
Knn you think beng make noise under block wan ar? OPEN YOUR EYES!!!!! And your ears!!! Cannot you hear the accents?!?! Beng don’t hang out under the block in the dark playing guitar revving their motorbike or whatever lor. They got BRAIN. They hang out at coffeeshop, around shopping centres or your mother’s house! Honestly you ever hear bengs hang out under the block THE WHOLE NIGHT?! NO! the most only two hours.
Nnb they poor or uneducated doesn’t mean they lazy what! They still buy food for the mother the sister still take care of father when sick and will take care of each other wan. Not like the rest they lazy then lazy all the way until they die suddenly because God doo lan with them for turning into WORMS!
You break your nail you complain like cb fuck tell the whole fucking blogosphere…. They have their mother go jail, got brother paralyzed in accident… got sister getting raped…. You got see them tell the whole world?! They are intolerant? I say YOU are intolerant! YOU ARE SPOILED.
So really la pls… you wan say beng is wrong…. You wan say smoking is wrong… you wan say this and that about other groups of people… pls la ok…. You will only understand truly if you were mixing around with them. You stupid in-the-box learner with your sheltered upbringing pls…. LEARN TO LIVE.
p.s. did you see Don on the Channel 5 news? You did?! Seven years of bad luck… p.p.s. – my first ever mentioning of the FIFA World Cup…… FRANCE! Wah liew listening to all these countries play against each other are like listening to reenactments of WW2 battles.
“Italy has its revenge on the Germans! Heil Mussolini!”
I had some inspiration from Romano's request to making Pudge look even more stupid.
lol...
And for those who enjoy dance music then here's a number from MOS The Annual 2006, Zocalo. It's a nice tune i guess if you imagine yourself driving down the City Hall area around 3am in the morning looking up at the buildings. My idea of peace. Dont forget the girlfriend!
Can never get enough of electronica.
Want a tune posted? Just drop a request. (sorry... there were some problems before the vid couldnt work. It should be ok now.) btw... anyone out there could do html? this blog needs some tidying up.
