Corporate hellhole.

I fucking hate being lied to.

And I really do not wish to be part of a corporate strategy.

Projekt Ninjah.

Hahaha.

Jin swee.

Jin Yi mou.

JIN GYYYYYYYYYYY.

All I know now is that standard for birthdays is sibei high. High until wahhhh. But it's okay, next year we lac.

Happy birthday Green!

SKNF:SFJCNKSCLMCS

Fuck my whole morning's ruined.

If love was a living thing, I'll spit in its face.

FUCK.

This feeling of revulsion... urgh.

Great things He hath done.

This morning, I saw something beautiful.


Dawn breaks.


Feuer in the sky

A long stretch of absolutely nothing.

auralorgasm:: Lamb - Heaven

It's 4.30am in the fucking morning and I'm awake again. It's not that I can't sleep, just that I can't bloody stop thinking about tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after the day after etc. Fucking obsessed.

It worries me that I can't forsee what lies ahead, or what lies beneath me, for that matter. Something might give way sometime, leaving me in some situation which I don't wanna be in.

Nice try, asshole.

I can't help listening to Lamb because the music is just so beautiful but it makes me as depressed as hell. Sigh.

I've got a natural aversion towards people and it scares the shit out of me to see how much I try not to get involved with strangers, and how much effort I spend trying to wriggle my way out of social events.

I hate acquaintances more than roaches because well, at least you can kill a roach but you can't kill someone who makes you feel uncomfortable just by being present.

This is fucking pointless.

Neither here nor there.

I just got notified by my dear friend Dan that Coheed and Cambria was played on radio and Mars Volta was shown on MTV, which made this friend of mine not so dear anymore.

I do hate bad news.

Anyway, this friend of mine also sent me the deloused book written by people from Mars Volta which caused him to become dear again and honestly, I think I'll sound fucking gay if I use the word dear in reference to a male friend too much.

***

My timetable for the next semester's pretty much fucked. I've got classes everyday with the exception of wednesday, which is reserved for Spec B so if the school decides to call everyone for a meeting, that day's wasted. Fuckkkkkkkkkk.

On the bright side, it's still the holidays so I'm planning to enjoy myself as much as I can to make up for the last semester and production.

Haha. It's starting to feel good to be alive.

But I know something's gonna fuck up somewhere sometime.

HappyfuckingBirthday.

Yes indeed.

Thanks to certain cherished people around me, this miserable day was made much merrier, resulting in me concluding that not every year's a bad year (well fine, this makes 3 years out of 20 in which I've actually gotten a birthday cake), and while some years can be downright rotten (like last year), other years may be worth all that nasty shit I went through.

That's one longass sentence roflmao.

My only gripe about today is that Green couldn't make it, due to his serving of the country. Sibei sian.

Wanted to do a repost of a few pictures but Hello wouldn't work on this com, for God knows what reason so I couldn't.

However, I do appreciate my friends and everything I have so really, I don't have anything to complain about. For once, I guess haha.

Today was a good day, tomorrow will be worse.

I don't even wanna think about the day after tomorrow.

"Today is the greatestday I've never knownCan't wait for tomorrowI might not have that longI'll tear my heart outbefore I get out"

[Smashing Pumpkins - Today]

Twenfuckingtee.

This year, I want a gun. With bullets in it.

Failing which, I would settle for a crowbar.

Or at the very least, a hammer. A ball hammer. I always had a thing for ball hammers.

Actually, I wouldn't mind getting anything that would allow me to vent my frustrations in a fairly destructive manner.

I still feel miserable.


Blue.


Burple.


Big fat drops of whatever.

I regret having used such a shallow DoF for this few images. Fuck. I never do learn my lesson.

Going up in smoke.

auralorgasm:: Lamb - Gabriel

I can't help it; they bring out the absolute worst in me.

Gonna slip into this little routine I planned out for next semester, and hopefully, nobody fucking interrupts me.

Wake up, go to school, shut up, listen, do work, go edit, do more work, go home, sleep, repeat.

Yeah.

0.o

I've screwed up my body clock again with caffeine, nicotine, and taurine.

I've got telecine slots booked from 9pm - 5am tonight, 300 bucks/hour.

Fuck I'm the dumbest fuck ever. That's it. More caffeine, more nicotine, more taurine, and less going out. I'm locking myself in my house and nothing can get me out of my door.

My eyes hurt.

***

It's the same every year, so what makes this year different from the other years?

If there's one thing I really want, one and only one thing, I would want not to get disappointed.

Sigh. Fuggoff.

IT'S A WRAP!

What would you do with a son that crashes two vehicles, thereby incurring damages worth up to nearly a thousand bucks?

My mom helped to pay.

That's why I love her.

And I'm glad to say that both accidents weren't due to bad driving skills. One was done on purpose haw haw haw and the other was due to fatigue - I fell asleep at the wheel because I had about 4 hours of sleep in about 5 days.

But anyway, I'm back and I'm staying at home. There's no way in hell I'm going out. I'm too tired and I feel too empty to even fucking move. Production was... quite eventful.

Rotting pig's head, quarrelling actors (they hated the fuck outta each other), porn other tables, and burning bicycles.

Just a tip, NEVER SMOKE NEAR A PETROL STATION. For real!

That motherfucking thing burns like PHWOOOOOOSH!

King of Dumbasses.

Did a real dumbass thing today. Guaranteed the dumbest thing I've done in my life.

Sure to get fucked for it. Zzzz.

But one good thing happened today.

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BLACK & WHITE DARKROOM PHOTOGRAPHY - AD

DVD AUTHORING - A+

ADVANCED FILM PRODUCTION B+

SPECIALIST PROJECT A - A
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At least effort hasn't been wasted though AFP's a bloody waste. Could have done wayyy better. Sigh.

Shoot's been hell so far. We're 4 lights down and overrunning all the time.

I'm in trauma.

Apollo I: The Writing Writer.

The day of reckoning has finally arrived. Shoot starts in 12 hours.

I'm scared fucking shitless.

Got a whole truck of equipment, a props van, 15+ people, aye...

Won't be posting much for this one week of production but uhm, yeah.

Hah.