Crazy Pixels

I’m going crazy spending the day working on Redball’s web… and yet so far I’ve not touched a single strand of HTML code.

Oh Photoshopping headers, how I loathe and love thee. Am procrastinating on the last header because the image doesn’t seem to fit and I. don’t. want. to. find. another.

But it’s good for me too because I’m ultimately using the website for myself la. Haiz. Mangaaaaaaaa~~~~~

Yesterday I spent the whole day in the photolab, following the final critique in JK’s painting class. We made noise pollution by hammering dratted nails into the mobile walls. Ear pain. Also, was too arsed to take a proper photo, so will do that only this Friday when I go back to school, and then will report in a post when I’m more free.

Meanwhile, it’s rotting at home for these two days to try to finish Redball’s website, Sunshine’s FYP report and Charcoal’s journal, in that order. I have my foreseeable (no)life worked out as compared to some people :P

Today over dinner, Aunty Serene casually remarked that Ti scored a 100 out of 100 in one of his three test papers (the ones before the exams). The other two were pretty high scores as well, and though I can’t remember the figures it was something like 7/10 and 74/76?? I dunno, was too shocked after hearing about the 100/100 one.

WTF sia!?!??! I don’t know what subject that was in, but I think he’s mad.

Is that even humanly possible?

The highest I ever came close to a perfect score was a 96 or 98 in English. And that was in primary school. Since then I’ve been quite proud to be what others would call loser-ish. HAHAHAHA! XDD

Speaking of turned characters, I bought Macdonald’s for dinner last night in school. Toon was in front of me.

He was buying dinner for his gf! WAH SO GENTLEMAN! Also he commented that he was going to graduate at the same time as me, and asked what I wanted to do in the future, had I found a job, or was I looking for prospective employers and so on.

And I was like, noooo don’t ask me complicated questions! To which he seemed a bit perplexed at my laissez-faire response.

Anyway, the end of the story is that Toon seems to be a changed man! Hahahaha Ade and Puey this is fodder for grilling at the next class outing! Btw I also met Big Ben a couple of days ago (he was unshaven, quite shocking) and told him to organise one already :D

Today was Weird

I know I’ve had countless dreams of having to pee since young, but this morning’s one consisted of me having to take a dump. For some inane reason, I went to Vader’s house where he and Mum were, and the toilet that I went to suddenly turned into his room. Apparently I had to shift everything from the bedside shelf on my right over to the table on my left so that I could use the toilet. So I did.

One by one I shifted the white stuff over, while suffering from the sensation of having to go. There were two particular things from the shelf that I remember having to carry over. They were at the back furthest from me. The first one was an oddly-shaped container and the base was wet- it made a water rim when I lifted it off the shelf. The second was a normal transparent jug of water.

I was about to finish up clearing the shelf when suddenly I heard Brat#1’s voice shouting urgently behind me, “Zhe! Wake up late already!” and I responded with a very tired “Hnnn!“. Am still not sure if this part happened in the dream or in the real world ^^;

After washing up I thought that perhaps my dream was telling me that I needed to shit. So I sat on the toilet bowl before taking a shower… nothing. CHEAT FEELINGS LA. (But I did go tonight XDDDD)

Charcoal’s class was okay. We showed our colour photos. He commented that my colours were very surreal but it worked. AngelS discovered that she has a fetish for leggings and kept touching my orange plaid covered-leg.

Elicited lots of gasps from prople at school over my new haircut. Realised that Jerms still calls me 无名 and said that I looked different but nice. QQ said I was the second most daring person after Itchy. Quite a number of people went, “What have you done to your hair?!!?” Lulzzzz

JK’s class was also okay. I was minding my own business in my little corner of the room when a thud was heard. A girl had fainted behind me. Two of her friends were supporting her (One of them was Turner- I don’t know the fainting girl and the other girl but they were all Indonesian friends I guess) What happened from my pov, in sequence:

1) Took in the whole scene after turning around to see what the noise was about. Fainting Girl (FG) was propped up by Turner who was behind. Other Girl (OG) had her back towards me, blocking a large portion of FG.
2) Saw FG’s eyes roll back to reveal the whites.
3) Lowered my gaze to take in FG’s left arm twitch forward twice.
4) Immediately exclaimed to the class who didn’t know what was going on, “Wah, hyperventilating!” (I was grossly wrong but the twitching made me say it and it looked like we needed all the help we could get… unfortunately nobody seemed to be able to offer assistance except to circle round lol)
5) People crowd round. I panicked a bit because Turner and OG were still propping FG up in a sort of sitting position, and if this was a seizure that wouldn’t exactly be the best position to have FG be in, although I was quite unsure if the knowledge was remembered correctly or not. Am not sure if I told them to lie her on the floor or if the thought only existed in my head. At that same time, FG came round.
6) JK asked what happened, and somehow the story became something like an easel fell on her and she fell. People fussed a bit about her, and then separated. I was very confused about this story, because clearly I had seen the the symptoms of her fainting spell. I went about my business, getting cadmium yellow from the common paint box. Squeezed some of it onto my palette.
7) Went back to FG, confirmed with an excited Turner about the white eyes and twitching hands, because we witnessed the same things and were probably confused by the incongruency of what happened and what was said to have happened.
8) Asked FG if she had a history of fainting. She did not seem to comprehend after asking it twice. Then I realised I probably had to rephrase because she could either be still in shock or her English wasn’t that good, and asked if she had fainted before. Turner also helped by translating it in Bahasa Indonesia.
9) FG had not fainted before. She had cut her hand on an easel earlier, and a while after that, she suddenly fainted.

While the two events may not have any links to each other, this occurrence was very perplexing, and Shasha and I advised her to go see a doctor, because it could be a reflection of something bad happening to her health (but touch wood ahh). As a non-citizen, if FG finds out that there’s something wrong with her body, it’s going to be hell for her to foot the medical fees in Singapore without subsidies :S

This whole event was more like a dream sequence that the dream I had this morning la!

Transformer!

Ugh I’m supposed to blog about a whole lot of stuff but I’ve been going out non-stop since Tuesday that every time I come home I just want to vegetate in front of the comp. Ade says that she goes out everyday when I complained to her today, but you have to know that my natural habitat is inside of a house, a.k.a. 宅女 (also termed by Ade).

Although I insist that I’m not really one, or at least hover on the non-extreme spectrum because a 宅女, through a brief Google search, brought about this definition:

“宅男宅女”新兴的网络语言，指“痴迷于某事物，依赖电脑与网络，足不出户，厌恶上班或上学”的新新人类， 他们过分沉迷于某种事物，例如动漫、游戏、影碟等。他们完全封闭在自己的世界中，不与陌生人接触，不爱结识新朋友。

“宅人”关键词：痴迷某事物、依赖电脑和网络、不想上班和上学、作息时间不稳定、极少出门、不喜欢接触陌生人、性格多少有两面性、收藏癖、体型偏胖、一般是独身、喜欢或有写日志的习惯、喜欢上虚拟的人物。

如果你符合以上多条，那么恭喜你，你是“宅男宅女”！如果你全部符合，并有更多症状，那么更恭喜你，你可是高级“宅男宅女”！

Basically the definition is in the second paragraph and a person is characterised as such through an obsession with stuff, dependence on the computer or the internet, reluctance to go to work or school, unstable working and resting hours, low frequency of going out, dislike of socialising with strangers, a tendency to have dual personalities, liking to collect things, a body which favours the plump side, is usually single, likes to write a diary or already has one, liking fictional characters.

Err.

Digressing, I finally cut my hair today after the failed attempt last week when Ti and I went all the way there only to find that the shop closed.

This is the last digital photo of my previous hair, taken I think two days ago:

And this is the first digital photo of my current one, taken today:

Please excuse the constipated faces and inability to look a camera in the lens.

Everyone who has seen me was shocked – Ade asked if school was stressing me out, and it did manage to elicit a few exclaiming shouts at home… the exception being Pa because he would only be shocked if I stepped in his general vicinity with dog shit smeared across the soles of my shoes. Shocked and then very angry.

Even the hairdresser was shocked. I remember asking her to cut it even shorter twice during the session when she paused to show me work-in-progress :P

$10 only! And I was so excited when she used a shaver to shave the sides at the back after I told her I wanted the back to be shorter XD (I originally asked for a ‘V’ shape for the back but it became apparent that she didn’t want to do it ^^;)

Also, she styled it for me with a dab of gel! $10 onlyyyyyy!

The general concensus is that it looks nice, with the exception of Brat#2, who maintains that it’s ugly and that if I wanted short hair, I might as well wear my short-haired wig. LOL!

Good things can only come out of this new hairdo:

- Less shampoo.
- No need to hair dry my hair because it dries fast.
- Earrings don’t get hidden anymore.
- No more eating strands of hair by accident.
- Time to wear scarfs on the neck! Because of the cold.
- HEADGEAR!!!!!!!1 Tried on some headwear at Pull & Bear and M)phosis today and hats that looked ugly with my long hair looks disarmingly agreeable now!
- I’m sure I could pass off as a guy if I dress right!

But there are some minus points:

- MY WARDROBE DOES NOT MATCH THE PUNKY DO. This is the most important.
- I probably need to go for a trim every now and then.
- I actually look a bit toot. This was probably the best photo which made me look more serious and un-dorky than I really am. Mum says I look a whole lot younger now, like 17-ish. She did comment that I didn’t like and even cried for having short hair when I was younger (but that was because I didn’t have a choice, Mum…)

Okay time to sleep now. Hair is dried!

Bye

Hi,

Have been busy. Also, have just returned from my uncle’s wake. (Am currently waiting for the bathroom to be free.)

58 is a little too early but colon cancer moves fast.

It was pretty weird seeing his twin brother walking around smoking while I stared at his glamour photo from afar.

Also, I committed the faux pas of wearing red. But we had to leave immediately after I reached home and I didn’t have time to change. I did have time to gulp down a bowl of red bean soup though, so I guess it’s a matter of priorities… this is probably an indication of my generation’s superstition level or maintaining traditions.

Actually, the main reason was because I am a blur kok and didn’t know.

It always amazes me that a wake is a place for relatives to gather and make merry.

Am physically drained and slightly apprehensive about Life.

Wednesday Observations

Morning, and Ti and I headed to the nearby saloon for a haircut. It was my first time there. When the elevator opened, Mum stepped out, and she fetched us there despite the short distance. After she dropped us, we realised that the place was closed. Ti and I walked back :( See you again, boyish haircut :(((

In the evening I came out to the living room to see Ti (home from his one-week holiday), Brat#1 and Brat#2 lying in a row on their tummies on the floor and tilting theuir heads to watch intently as an episode of the third season of Avatar played on TV.

The family called me out to finish off a bottle of beer, and when I finally detached myself from the computer and surfaced in the living room, they were like, ‘Hohhhh!! Jiu gui lai liao!’ (Hokkien for 喔!!酒鬼来了!, i.e. Whoa, the alcohol demon is here!)

Zzz total case of wth XD It’s not that I drink a lot, only that I drink a considerably larger amount than most of them because they suffer from allergic reactions ^^;

When Uncle MC called me out to finish off the bottle, I was like, I don’t want to drink anymore la, I don’t like red wine, it’s too sweet. And he was like, okay then tell me where you want me to pour until.

I indicated the level, and Uncle MC went all exclamatory about how high the level I indicated was >_<

they just called me out again, and everyone was saying how white I was. Because Uncle MC (who drank the same amount as me) and Ti (who drank less than me) were as red as tomatoes. THEY WIN!!! Just because I don’t turn red doesn’t mean I’m not dizzy y’all :P

[edit] APPARENTLY I DRANK MORE THAN UNCLE MC AND TI!!!! WTF!!!! They just said I really buay dong (Hokkien for cannot be moved) Wah lauuu! Our standard for drunkenness  is really low la…

[edit2] Here have drunken picture:

Red and Jaundice.

F22

Today, best dinner ever.

Time has also stopped for me in custom-made black forest cake with lots of whipped cream (Yingz thought they were marshmallows!) :DDD

MLIG.

Speak Good English

I didn’t know that ‘almond‘ and ‘salmon‘ were pronounced with a silent ‘l‘ until this morning while tuning in to The Morning Express on 95.0FM (one of my two favourite radio segments next to Muttons to Midnight on 98.7FM).

With the morning commentary on the Speak Good English campaign re-asserting itself in Singapore fresh in mind, I later overheard some girls talk about the weather as they sat next to me on the bus .

“Did it rain this morning?” One asked.

“Oh my house rained,” replied another.

“Yeah my house also rained,” and I just had to crack a smile at the image of a house raining at this point.

Btw, Pa said that technically in Mandarin, saying 我家下雨 is correct because 我家 could also mean the neighbourhood.

Truth be told, I wouldn’t normally bat an eyelid over this exchange, because I’m extremely guilty over Singlish in verbal communications, so much so that Mum and Pa used to always reprimand me over my broken sentences; I always insisted that I could turn it off when in writing (during exams) but then they would say that it’s still not good to form this bad habit. Actually Pa still chastises me about it sometimes :S

I think I always get caught saying something like, “Oh this one also got!” while delightfully exclaiming over another bowl of soup with surprise!meat or something.

‘Oh this one also got’ = direct translation of ‘哦这个也有’! i.e. I HAVE BEEN SUPPORTING THE SPEAK GOOD MANDARIN CAMPAIGN ALL THIS WHILE orz

Pa also recounted ads on the TV with a mother scolding her child who was crying to be spoon-fed. “Eat yourself!” she shouts. (‘自己吃!’)

Am guilty of that too XDDD

But I’m really fond of Singlish ley.

Welcome to My Family

Last night as I was writing a long-overdue letter back to Aunty Dev in the Philippines, I wanted to explain to her the meaning behind Ti’s name (whom she had named her son after), when I realised that I never really knew why Ti’s name was the way it was. I remember many years ago I asked Mum why his name was chosen, and she said that it was because there was nothing left to choose from. LOL! It’s times like this that I feel lucky to be a firstborn XDD

Well last night I asked her again. She thought for a while, and said that it meant ‘benevolent’, and I was like, why?!? Our middle names already mean ‘benevolent’; does this mean that Ti is supposed to be some kind of saint? Anyway I looked it up online and it actually means ‘outstanding’. Well done Mum :P

After that she said that my name meant ’strength’, while doing this aja fighting pose. Damn weird. It was then that I decided to break it to her that the banyan tree (which I’m named after) is actually semi-parasitic.

TO WHICH MUM BROKE OUT IN FULL-FLEDGED LAUGHTER AND JUMPED AROUND THE ROOM IN UNBRIDLED MIRTH.

And then, still laughing, she said that I wasn’t semi-parasitic… but completely parasitic! This is totally FML-worthy man XDDD

But she said she was joking, and later fondly said how much of a good children Ti and I are, while I told her how my life is doomed from the start of wrong name-choosing.

Welcome to my family. If at any time you think I’m crazy, just remember where I’m coming from. XDD

Okay further proof has just unearthed itself. Mum finally found the iPod charger she’d been looking for since yesterday and when it was found, I started clapping above my head while she swung the iPod wire round and round singing ‘Old Macdonald Had a Farm’.

Also, am terribly amused by this MTV. I know Shasha would be absolutely mortified and outraged over this video, but somehow I can’t stop looping it to hear her sing “nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh” at 2:05.

Btw, apparently that Korean company kenna successfully sued by Square Enix over this XDD

I HAS STYLE? & Near Death

Lolspeak is unacceptable but words fail me.

Tuesday, I had oil painting class. We finally got started on painting still life, after everyone got into a clamour for white objects to set up.

At the end of the session, Ai said that my painting was ‘very me’, and I was like, HUH does this mean that whatever I draw looks the same?!?!!? WHAT’S THE POINT?!?! Noez there goes $50+ of oil painting supplies orz

Thursday, I proudly showed Pa a work in progress doodle in my BB Sketchbook (short for the Brian Bolland sketchbook that he autographed XDD). I was like, “Taadaa!” and he was like, “Why do all your drawings look so gloomy and sinister.” and I was like, HUH WHERE GOT?!?! And then he tried to explain in vain the characteristics of my drawings.

Friday, Ai and I continued our oil painting for homework and I don’t know, I think Linda, Ruru and Sal said that it looked finished, even though I had barely gone a few strokes into it. Which was really amusing XDD

Last night Brat#2 fell face-first onto my bed in slumber. Mum then decided to lay the mattress on the floor so that I could have her bed to sleep on. I was awake till 4+am.

Sometime during the wee hours of the night, Brat#2 gave a vicious shout and started violently punching the pillow next to him (i.e. where my head would have been), and then he collapsed back onto the bed.

NEVER HAVE I BEEN SO GLAD TO BE AWAKE AT 4AM.

Even Mum woke up! I kept laughing in relief (to be alive).

Brat#2 is damn dangerous.

Affinity with Gravity.

Am drunk.

Finishing off a glass of beer, Tintin’s remaining half-glass of beer, half a glass of red wine plus a competition with Uncle M.C on who can dunk another half down the fastest and lastly, another full glass of red wine to finish off the bottle, all within the span of half an hour, results in a natural blush. In fact, I probably downed half a bottle of red wine (distasteful over-sweetening) within ten minutes. Am now full of regrets.

Am trying to control my body to stay in flotation instead of lurching in every direction, most noticably the ground.

And my eyes are bloodshot.

School starts tomorrow at 9am and I am intense with grief. Goodbye my last 3 months of holidays.

It is probably a very good reason for me to get drunk, in retrospect :P