Okay.... the filming was in pasir ris.. ok fine.
I took the train from Yishun to City hall and then pasir ris.
I reached Tampines about 50 minutes later from Yishun...
Audi audi.... coldnt you have just took a 20-minute BUS ride from yishn to tampines and a train stop to Pasir Ris?!!??!!
ZZZ... fine fine!!! I know!
but i manged to explore the east today (from the train, at least). Such a fine area.
I spent my toddler years around Eunos (lorong sarina, anyone?) cos since that's my grandmother's place. And just passing through the station just "wow-ed" me!
i saw real tall and white hong kong-type buildings passing through me and i'm like, "wow!!! That's a sweet building!"
Then that lady-voice which doesnt seem to sound older with each new addition to the announcement system throughtout the years comes up.
"Eunos.."
Freak, man! I put on my goldfish eyes stared out of the train window and omg everything like the buildings look so much smaller than i remmeber!
Well except maybe for that old tree outside the station.. ok that thing grew...
I also passed by Aljunied and no, i thought, that cant be Aljunied.. it looks so Hougang-ish! I remeber it used to look like some marshland or sth.
Then the train passed from bedok to tanah merah... shite i saw Bedok View in broad daylight!
And they have a freaking garden on the roofs now! and they took over that old promary school too! and the building now blue!
freak man! i went there in 2001 and everything was so biege.
Pasir Ris interchange.. ohman that was nice. 403 had some pms problem so i waited there... top of the queue... oogling at people.
I made some observations.
i find that Malay youths tend to walk with either a stiff neck.. a stiff chest... a stiff leg on one side... a stiff arm.. or for some.. ALL of them.
What.. suddenly its a trend to fake that you have inuured yourself?
"Ooo gimme attention... i got into an accident and now im limping."
Fark off, people... Dun act.
Then comes the tapered pants and crooked fashion sense with all their crooked teeth and demented skulls.
then i dunno.. i think i have a fetish for what peple would call... "ah lians"....
i had dinner with michelle jsut now at long john around 11 and she noticed that all the girls i pointed out whom i thought were attractive had thin/slender legs, small built/petite and just so ah-lian-ish.
Really.. i have no sssues with ah bengs or ah lians.. i jsut find their ways attractive somewhat.
And i;m tlakin abt REAL ah bengs... not those who would freeak out when they see an indian threesome fight infront of them... like wht happned just now at long john.
I got my Combo 1 down at a table and suddenly this indian fag at the table behind me shouted in Jibberish, the language of Star Wars.
I turned back, my ass still flat/round at his face and he was shouting to hi grilfriend/mistress/slut monster.
Typical indians... LOLZ!!! jk jk...
Then this grp of chinese youths sitting at the other end of the restaurant (believ it or not, secondary school girls.... LJS IS a restaurant... high-class enugh for you? Eat more LJS...) were gawking at him, literally.
I mean.. they're dressed in caps and chains dangling outta their pockets with piercings all over their freaking pimple faces and spiky hair with only a single girl following them... and they gawk at some guy in old jeans and a bad hair day who just shouted in the most gurgled manner anyone can at a girl. Lose the punk image if you cant play it, will ya?
Then Mr. Bad-Hair-Day leaves the restaurant and Little Ms. Look-At-My-Pimply-Hairy-Chest-Low-Cut-Tank-Top comes wiggling her butt (and head) after him and the guy just slams the glass door in her nose, literally. She backtracks in pain and Bad Hair Day Man opens the door again and stares at her. Mitch and i conitnued eating while talkin abt how i made fun of *someone's* saggy boobs today.
After a while, those ounk-wannabes kept gawking and soon an old timer biker sitting beside me went up in a hurry. Some started to leave the restaurant. i turned back and yeah well... whoopee... another typical indian fight; guy fights guy because girl played with the wrong person's balls.
Then the bad hair day guy grabs a cab and pulls the one who's gonna get her genitals torn open tonight into the cab from the other guy with the white shirt.
then i dunno wht happned, a police car came, the grp of indian gangsters sitting outside LJS quickly stood up and cowered together in fear (oh, now you;re scared? Go ahead and walk with ur chest pushed forward and ur arms swinging side to side somemore.) Then bad hair Day guy's taxi comes back out of nowehere... bing bang boom.. next thhing u knew.. Bad hair Day's with his back on the grass, and the two policemen looking down at him. Pee on him for Pete's sake!
Who's Pete?
The Punk-ies quickly gathered their balls from the ground and left the restaurant.... not forgetting to look around with high noses and puting lips. Yeah sure.. act-tough.
Mitch and i finished our dinner (actually.. mitch didnt.. she was full so we did the sensible thing... ta-pau lor...). Everyone else in the restaurant had already left earlier so we were the last ones. Typical FSV students...
A stretcher was.... stretched.... on the grass patch infront of ljs. Mitch was "oh-my-gawd"-ish at the stretcher.... which had noone on it.
Bad Hair Day man was upright and standing (I knew it... drunkards just love to play that facade of fainting infront of a policemen. Acting cute, maybe?) and he started getting closer to the slut with a torn clitoris (ooo... that;s gotta hurt...) .. with mitch and i inching away from them cos the girl's hair was within smelling distance. -.-
Everyone else around was gawking at them. Some old people, the real ah bengs, sat comfortably where they were and commented on how the indians were fighting. Well....
it's alwasy like that.... girl sleep with another guy... guy not happy.. guy fights... girl pleads... girl commmits suicide.. or maybe... run away... family gets involved, uncles get angry, girl runs from home.. get s new boyfreind.. cycle repeats.
Typical.... even Vicky is getting that kind of gimmick with his cousins!
So today was my acting day.
Fun.
lots of stuff happened.... or something.
Yeah...
didnt hug the girl.. i didnt WANT to. geez man.. she looked like Ms. Danz Tan! I cant freaking have sex with my NCC officer!
and the female lead was taller than me... so its like.. wht the hell's a shorty gay boy like me having sex with a tall nipples-about-to-show-from-bra girl like her???
oh well... saw a few "exposures" today.
if she was my type i'll be oooo so..... ahem.... now...
The crew (not my crew.. this grp.. according to mitch... is my crew's rival. i mean.. well... they have great talents and a great storyline. Ok im not being sarcastic.) managed to finish NINE scenes in 10 hrs! That's so wow.... my script has only four scenes. boo..... and a childish storyline to add (of course, im saying this iwth a heartache so dont u freaking add on to it!) .
but for every grp.. there are up and downs in stuff they do. *shrugs*.
Tomorrow's the last day of filming. I'll be dying tomorrow.... it says so in the script.
Hmm... i'm thinking of getting a digital camera (oh dear.. i broke my own cardinal rule: NO DIGITALS) .. maybe one like Shaun's.. a lumix... semi-pro (or is it a pro?)... just like his.... :)
I think it'll be more practical than a video caemra..... cos a video camera like mine... you cant hide it. EVen if your life depended on it.
In singapore, you take out a video cam like mine and people will start flocking towards you, calling the police, giving Osama-stares and stuff. Plus.. you need to answer a whole lot of questions once your camera stops rolling.
Whereas for a digicam... you take it out.. focus it... snap...hide it back down. :)
great for voyeurism.
and people wont even know you took a pic of that mole on their thigh... inner... thigh.
Amyways a camera is a camera.. its meant to capture details. A video camera was meant to record motion pictures. You want details on a videocam, you need to zoom in onto the details you want.. otherwise the resolution wont allow you to see it. Film is different though. If i had a 35mm film camera, i'll be the gay-est boy alive.
Cos for a 35mm film camera, any frame you take out, has a resolution that is as good as that 10 year old analog camera you have in your storeroom (or wherever you keep it, you sadists!) . So you can blow up the frame you like n your film to maybe... as big as ur comp screen!
And u cant carry film cameras around. You'll die when you break ur back.
Well...
Anyways tomorrow i'll be touching upon (myself... LOLZ!!! ok sorry... crude joke) sex and teenagers.
Just a hint.... I DONT MIND.
I took the train from Yishun to City hall and then pasir ris.
I reached Tampines about 50 minutes later from Yishun...
Audi audi.... coldnt you have just took a 20-minute BUS ride from yishn to tampines and a train stop to Pasir Ris?!!??!!
ZZZ... fine fine!!! I know!
but i manged to explore the east today (from the train, at least). Such a fine area.
I spent my toddler years around Eunos (lorong sarina, anyone?) cos since that's my grandmother's place. And just passing through the station just "wow-ed" me!
i saw real tall and white hong kong-type buildings passing through me and i'm like, "wow!!! That's a sweet building!"
Then that lady-voice which doesnt seem to sound older with each new addition to the announcement system throughtout the years comes up.
"Eunos.."
Freak, man! I put on my goldfish eyes stared out of the train window and omg everything like the buildings look so much smaller than i remmeber!
Well except maybe for that old tree outside the station.. ok that thing grew...
I also passed by Aljunied and no, i thought, that cant be Aljunied.. it looks so Hougang-ish! I remeber it used to look like some marshland or sth.
Then the train passed from bedok to tanah merah... shite i saw Bedok View in broad daylight!
And they have a freaking garden on the roofs now! and they took over that old promary school too! and the building now blue!
freak man! i went there in 2001 and everything was so biege.
Pasir Ris interchange.. ohman that was nice. 403 had some pms problem so i waited there... top of the queue... oogling at people.
I made some observations.
i find that Malay youths tend to walk with either a stiff neck.. a stiff chest... a stiff leg on one side... a stiff arm.. or for some.. ALL of them.
What.. suddenly its a trend to fake that you have inuured yourself?
"Ooo gimme attention... i got into an accident and now im limping."
Fark off, people... Dun act.
Then comes the tapered pants and crooked fashion sense with all their crooked teeth and demented skulls.
then i dunno.. i think i have a fetish for what peple would call... "ah lians"....
i had dinner with michelle jsut now at long john around 11 and she noticed that all the girls i pointed out whom i thought were attractive had thin/slender legs, small built/petite and just so ah-lian-ish.
Really.. i have no sssues with ah bengs or ah lians.. i jsut find their ways attractive somewhat.
And i;m tlakin abt REAL ah bengs... not those who would freeak out when they see an indian threesome fight infront of them... like wht happned just now at long john.
I got my Combo 1 down at a table and suddenly this indian fag at the table behind me shouted in Jibberish, the language of Star Wars.
I turned back, my ass still flat/round at his face and he was shouting to hi grilfriend/mistress/slut monster.
Typical indians... LOLZ!!! jk jk...
Then this grp of chinese youths sitting at the other end of the restaurant (believ it or not, secondary school girls.... LJS IS a restaurant... high-class enugh for you? Eat more LJS...) were gawking at him, literally.
I mean.. they're dressed in caps and chains dangling outta their pockets with piercings all over their freaking pimple faces and spiky hair with only a single girl following them... and they gawk at some guy in old jeans and a bad hair day who just shouted in the most gurgled manner anyone can at a girl. Lose the punk image if you cant play it, will ya?
Then Mr. Bad-Hair-Day leaves the restaurant and Little Ms. Look-At-My-Pimply-Hairy-Chest-Low-Cut-Tank-Top comes wiggling her butt (and head) after him and the guy just slams the glass door in her nose, literally. She backtracks in pain and Bad Hair Day Man opens the door again and stares at her. Mitch and i conitnued eating while talkin abt how i made fun of *someone's* saggy boobs today.
After a while, those ounk-wannabes kept gawking and soon an old timer biker sitting beside me went up in a hurry. Some started to leave the restaurant. i turned back and yeah well... whoopee... another typical indian fight; guy fights guy because girl played with the wrong person's balls.
Then the bad hair day guy grabs a cab and pulls the one who's gonna get her genitals torn open tonight into the cab from the other guy with the white shirt.
then i dunno wht happned, a police car came, the grp of indian gangsters sitting outside LJS quickly stood up and cowered together in fear (oh, now you;re scared? Go ahead and walk with ur chest pushed forward and ur arms swinging side to side somemore.) Then bad hair Day guy's taxi comes back out of nowehere... bing bang boom.. next thhing u knew.. Bad hair Day's with his back on the grass, and the two policemen looking down at him. Pee on him for Pete's sake!
Who's Pete?
The Punk-ies quickly gathered their balls from the ground and left the restaurant.... not forgetting to look around with high noses and puting lips. Yeah sure.. act-tough.
Mitch and i finished our dinner (actually.. mitch didnt.. she was full so we did the sensible thing... ta-pau lor...). Everyone else in the restaurant had already left earlier so we were the last ones. Typical FSV students...
A stretcher was.... stretched.... on the grass patch infront of ljs. Mitch was "oh-my-gawd"-ish at the stretcher.... which had noone on it.
Bad Hair Day man was upright and standing (I knew it... drunkards just love to play that facade of fainting infront of a policemen. Acting cute, maybe?) and he started getting closer to the slut with a torn clitoris (ooo... that;s gotta hurt...) .. with mitch and i inching away from them cos the girl's hair was within smelling distance. -.-
Everyone else around was gawking at them. Some old people, the real ah bengs, sat comfortably where they were and commented on how the indians were fighting. Well....
it's alwasy like that.... girl sleep with another guy... guy not happy.. guy fights... girl pleads... girl commmits suicide.. or maybe... run away... family gets involved, uncles get angry, girl runs from home.. get s new boyfreind.. cycle repeats.
Typical.... even Vicky is getting that kind of gimmick with his cousins!
So today was my acting day.
Fun.
lots of stuff happened.... or something.
Yeah...
didnt hug the girl.. i didnt WANT to. geez man.. she looked like Ms. Danz Tan! I cant freaking have sex with my NCC officer!
and the female lead was taller than me... so its like.. wht the hell's a shorty gay boy like me having sex with a tall nipples-about-to-show-from-bra girl like her???
oh well... saw a few "exposures" today.
if she was my type i'll be oooo so..... ahem.... now...
The crew (not my crew.. this grp.. according to mitch... is my crew's rival. i mean.. well... they have great talents and a great storyline. Ok im not being sarcastic.) managed to finish NINE scenes in 10 hrs! That's so wow.... my script has only four scenes. boo..... and a childish storyline to add (of course, im saying this iwth a heartache so dont u freaking add on to it!) .
but for every grp.. there are up and downs in stuff they do. *shrugs*.
Tomorrow's the last day of filming. I'll be dying tomorrow.... it says so in the script.
Hmm... i'm thinking of getting a digital camera (oh dear.. i broke my own cardinal rule: NO DIGITALS) .. maybe one like Shaun's.. a lumix... semi-pro (or is it a pro?)... just like his.... :)
I think it'll be more practical than a video caemra..... cos a video camera like mine... you cant hide it. EVen if your life depended on it.
In singapore, you take out a video cam like mine and people will start flocking towards you, calling the police, giving Osama-stares and stuff. Plus.. you need to answer a whole lot of questions once your camera stops rolling.
Whereas for a digicam... you take it out.. focus it... snap...hide it back down. :)
great for voyeurism.
and people wont even know you took a pic of that mole on their thigh... inner... thigh.
Amyways a camera is a camera.. its meant to capture details. A video camera was meant to record motion pictures. You want details on a videocam, you need to zoom in onto the details you want.. otherwise the resolution wont allow you to see it. Film is different though. If i had a 35mm film camera, i'll be the gay-est boy alive.
Cos for a 35mm film camera, any frame you take out, has a resolution that is as good as that 10 year old analog camera you have in your storeroom (or wherever you keep it, you sadists!) . So you can blow up the frame you like n your film to maybe... as big as ur comp screen!
And u cant carry film cameras around. You'll die when you break ur back.
Well...
Anyways tomorrow i'll be touching upon (myself... LOLZ!!! ok sorry... crude joke) sex and teenagers.
Just a hint.... I DONT MIND.
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