I’ve finally updated my Noise Singapore blog. I talked to Eric and asked how his journey in Noise Singapore was so far and he was all lalalalalalala. I’m actually quite tired of it myself (I keep feeling like I’m being pushed) but FINALLY the bloody photoshoot will be tomorrow night. Then FINALLY I can hand up the photos and be done with it.
If you’re asking abt the interview with Berita Harian I did… yeah it did appear somewhere in the Malay newspapers. My Aunt called my mom. She saw it and they even showed that picture up there you see. The one with my in the army outfit. But I didn’t see it in print so meh.. whatever.
PROJECT 3 camera and lighting is coming up tomorrow night. Once again I’m the Director of Photography and scriptwriter. I’ll attach the PDF of the script here for you to read if you really want to: http://www.freewebs.com/meinbereich/Project%203.pdf
The story’s basically another Mafia type genre. I have no idea why.. we started of thinking of a horror/suspense Singaporean-themed flick and suddenly all the suits and federo hats started pouring in. Please kill the scriptwriter.
Seems like whenever I tell people where we’ve chosen to shoot our film, they would stare at us with big wide eyes like we just ate shit and spat it on the principal.
This is where we’re shooting:
It’s the legendary Blk 50 toilet!
Blk 50 has been known to be one of the haunted blocks in Ngee Ann. I guess pretty much a lot of people have had their own fair share of tales at this block whether or not they’ve heard of stories here or not.
Last year during the FOC orientation camp that I went together with Vis they had the night walk here and had all these scary techniques to frighten us like dolls and effigies and stuff. At one point of time I was at the railing, it was abt 9pm… then I felt like cloth brush against my arm. I looked at the window’s reflection ahead of me and saw a lady ghost with long hair floating behind me. I tapped my friends and went, “lol eh… look behind me.” And they turned around and some started crying. It’s just a frigging doll dammit!
But haunted or not.. the toilet we chose was spacious and that’s pretty much it. Ghost or no ghost, I just feel that wherever we go….. respect the place la…..
Some people are so blinded with their balls and ego-thirsts that they go around graveyards pissing on them and playing hide and seek. Even though there might be no ghosts… that’s someone’s tombstone your pissing on okay!
Then there are those that just go shouting here and there like mad fucktards. Oh please save ur balls for something else…. like…. when you found out your bills are too high or something.
Here’s a little walk-around video. Jia Hui might like this…. You can finally see a film box! Hahahahha.
I’m controlling the look of the film again so I’ll tyr something low-key this time. Lots of shadows… and stuff.
Shoot’s tomorrow, setting up at seven….. and we’ll try to finish by 12am. If not…. Overnight in school!!!!
Wish us luck. I’ve had some pretty bad dreams the past couple of nights and it was like one of those “don’t go there…. don’t go there~~~!!!!” kinda stuff. But im gonna shrug it off this time.
Wish us luck!
Just thought of adding this video for fun’s sake. Wait for Charlene’s seemingly invisible mood change the moment I scream out Jolin Tsai’s name.
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?
