Macro, macro, macro. I still havent thought of what to shoot for the competition. I was in school discussing with Kenny Yong on Monday and he showed me this book of close-up photography. Sweet, I tell you. My favourite picture was of this balloon which contained water in it. The balloon was burst and u could see that the water still had the shape of the balloon. I'll post it up here if I manage to get the picture. Haha. But the best part was when he said, "If you ask Yappy how they take that shot, he'll just say "fast shutter speed lor." The shutter speed the guy uses is 1/35000. Where can find camera like that?" Anyway, practice today wasnt exactly practice. Had some activities done by Kelvyanne and it was a pleasant break from playing music. The past few days, I've been on a guitar hiatus. I somehow just refuse to touch a guitar, cos I know I'll end up playing the same tune all over again. So, when I saw Matthew at practice, I was quite happy actua
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The way this american chef pronounced some asian terms really pissed me off. Belachan = Blen-chern Malay = Meh-lay Not that it would kill me to sit through an hour's worth of bizarre asian food, but the fella was saying it as though it was cool to say the darn thing over and over again wrongly. It seemed a little wierd watching a show that showed food such as belachan, fish maw, bird's nest and durian, and called them bizarre. Hah. A typical show made for Americans. Anyway I went to see the doc today. Food poisoning. Bleah. Still feeling kinda lethargic after going in and out of the toilet a total of 12 times in 3 days. Spent the rest day watching tv, which I havent done in a really really long time. Haha. And I think my mind is blank, so I shant blog further lest this post gets infested with random stuff.
The memories live on... My Predator Absolute Predator Vs Tunit Theres gonna be trials on the day I leave for UWA. Sigh. I really wanna get the chance to play in Spain with Beckham, Zidane and more. Whats more, theres gonna be a panel of coaches who choose players and one of them is Lim Tong Hai. Somehow I just don't feel like going to UWA anymore. It just seems impossible that I'll even make it for the trials. Idealy, if my flight was to be a monday morning flight, slgihtly past midnight kind, I would go for the trials. The match is on the 8th of April in Spain, but I come back on the 7th. This is really fucked up. I'm really dying to play soccer. I missed a match on saturday cos of 4th Sat mass and it felt really bad. Bowling is NOTHING compared to soccer. The joy, the passion, the emotions. Its just totally different. By next year, I'll be back playing soccer competitively and I would most certainly be stopping bowling.
Friday growth's pnw sucked. 4th Sat's music wasnt good either. Now this thing about song arrangement and all that nonsense is starting to get on my nerve - A HECK OF ALOT, and its pissing the fuck out of me. Maybe YOU need some adjustment to the way you talk to people and the way you confront situations.
Maybe we just don't understand each other that well after all. You have your set of problems at work, I have mine in school. We hardly even meet except for Fridays and Wednesdays. Honestly, I find it hard to put myself in your shoes and try to feel exactly what you're going through because over at my side, I'm drained. Poly life isnt just fun and games and you probably wont know the stress that comes with being in a poly because you studied in a JC and likewise, I wont understand what it feels like to be a JC student. The paths we walked are so different, yet, they've crossed, and here we are. The way things are going now, is making everything more difficult. Its come to a point where I feel lost and hopeless. All the times you went on and on about not having confidence, you cant do this, you cant do that, I repeated the same things to you over and over again. Till it came to a point where it just wasnt sensible to repeat everything once more. I've seen the effort
Yesterday was photog assignment submission day and as usual we had the rushing here and there. And then, came the clanger. CY suddenly wanted us to burn a cd with all the raw photos we used, and so everybody started panicking. I cabbed home with Akmal and Sarah to burn the stupid CD. But, when we got to my gate, nobody was home. My brother ahd gone to see the doctor and so, the whole house was locked up. For the second time, it happened. Bleah. Anyway, we managed to get it done and then off to school again. Thank goodness there was a good show during photog class. We watched The Count of Monte Cristo and in the process, Me, Keith and Akmal were given names from the characters in the movie. Haha. I had the names, Edmond Dantes, Zattara and Count of Monte Cristo, Keith had Jacapo and Akmal was Fernand. The only reason why I have 3 names is cos the main character had 3 names as well. LOL. Munah became Albert, who was the Count's son in the movie. Wierd la that girl. HAHA. Now onto tod
CMM ambassador photo. I dont actually know what I'm posting this picture.Ah well, its probably because I have nothing to upload. Anyway, school was fine today. Mrs Nah has this thing about me and smiling. Haha. Since the first CMM ambassador training, she's been going on about me and smiling. LOL. It was a little funny having the entire LT turn and look towards me, but then again, its always nice being happy. HEH. Well, thats that for school. Photog assignment is coming along well. Now, having just read a certain someone's blog, I think its time the case just closes and people move on. Friendship tiffs will come and go, and sooner or later, we'll know who our true friends are. BUT maybe she didnt have to be that crude and put it in such an "in-your-face" manner. Agreed, Sarah?
The tingle that it once was, No longer in the same way. Faded emotions; angst, Has it become what I hoped it would? As night draws near every day, Never does it fail to replay. What it is; what it could have been, Chances taken, chances lost. Leaving each day to look to the next, Only to find repititons. Vastly as thoughts flowed, Ever so subtly; somthing speaks. I wished it could be different, I wished it could change. I wished for days to pass without confusion, I wished for days to come with joy. These lines of words, They hold emotions and thoughts. For within the heart of it all, Is what its all about. ___________________________________________________________________ What a Boy Told a Girl One Day He told her there wont be any more waiting, there wont be anymore walks. He told her there wouldnt be the meals they had together anymore. "I dont think I'll be hanging around for quite some time", he said. "I...I just dont want to feel this way anymore." He pau
