...But is it Art?

Well, here is the coveted video. Please don't laugh at me... And yes those are my legs.



By the way, I cut my hair today with my lil Sushi-who-actually-looks-like-a-sushi-now *beams* We had had Japanese layers-ish type haircuts and WE LOOK SO COOL. -.-

I've got to do scriptwriting still. Meh.

*bounce*

Oh oh oh... *retail orgasm*

1) Cute baby-tee
2) Gorgeous sweater
3) Friggin cool FOSSIL watches
4) cute lil pleated skirt
5) CANDY!
6) Brand spanking new jeans
7) Pretty top with silver butterflies
8) Accessoriesssssss!!!
9) Comfy leggings
10) Simple but totally chic belt
11) Handy lil coin pouch
12) MY CROCODILE BAG!!! (but that's pending because Carpet's getting that for Chrimbo for me! I'm SO lucky!)

That's what I've bought over the past few days. Yay. Oh my... That's it now. No more.

So yes, today I signed up for Salsa with Carpet. I had such a lovely day hanging out with him, despite his occasional emoness. We ran around toys'r'us, got lost, paddled in the water and lay on the grass - all at VIVO City. Oh I love that place. Love. *heart flutters*

GREEDY Carpet!! *gasp*

GREEDY-er Carpet! That was lunch. The cake was breakfast...

GREEDY-est Carpet! That was dessert. *licks lips*

By FAR the best shot of Carpet I've EVER taken.

Carpet and Secretb0x

My toesies!

The view from the POV of the grass! *grin*

I think I got a bit too relaxed after all my shopping.

I couldn't resist taking this picture! Baby... *kiss*


I'm so happy.

Phwoaarrrr! CHEESY!!

INT. BUS 10

Kelly is sleeping peacefully with her iPod soothing her with RJD2. In her lap are bags of clothes she just bought and by her side she has her rucksack.

She feels something on her left arm. Looking down at it towards the window she's leaning against, she sees nothing that could have knocked her. Confused, she settles back down to drift back to sleep.

Once more she feels the nudging. She turns round to see that the Indian youth behind her is tapping her arm and shoving his phone at her.

QUEER INDIAN BOY
*text message on phone*
Can get ur number so can call u n be ur fren?

KELLY
No, thank you.

Dejected, the boy looks at Kelly with pleading eyes prompting Kelly to give him an icy glare. The boy quickly turns and looks away.

***

My oh my there are some funny people out there. I swear he didn't look any older than 15!! Do I look that young?! Goodness. The boy was standing in front of me in the bus queue earlier on with his little barely there ponytail and 'smart shirt and jeans' kit. *shudder* Greasy hair in a ponytail that doesn't belong there is a turn off. Baby's hair is longer and he doesn't tie it up!

He looks a lot better in shirt and jeans too. *grin*

Another incident today that nearly resulted in a major fight: A girl whacked me in the face with a big plastic bottle.

There's me looking at the stall's produce and this girl turns round and *WHACK!* In an instant, two thoughts went through my mind: Nasty or Nice.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

Obviously, Nasty won the fastest finger first competition - aided by PMS no doubt.

N.B.
Must remember to upload the photos for Rae and Vicnan.

Scriptwriting. Again.

But this time, I'm more awake.

I finally got my scriptwriting idea for my individual assignment. Woohoo! Now... To write it. Heh. It's due on Friday (thank god for extensions) so I just have to build that in somewhere.

I forgot my phone.
BUGGER.

I'm supposed to meet Carpet later on to sign up for our Salsa classes. Maybe. Heh.

Today's Scriptwriting class entailed the following:

INT. HOTEL ROOM
MORNING 10:42
Walter shifts in his sleep, half opening his eyes with a contented smile on his face. Yawning, he recollects last night’s tryst.
He turns to face Christie. Head facing downwards beneath a pillow, Christie remains motionless. Lifting the pillow, Walter moves in closer and whispers into her ear.
WALTER
I leave now k? Got day job one. Round two? Or we continue later?
After no response, Walter reaches out to touch her hand. He withdraws it in shock.
WALTER
Oh shitting ah! Why you are no moving? Way-kah way-kah! Why you no way-kah?!
He jumps out of bed and calls his Mama-san
WALTER
Marmee ah! I- I- She- He- We- She dieded!
MAMA-SAN
You naughty! I told you not to be so violent ah! Take her mah-nee and come back now!
Walter hurriedly takes all the money. Scrambling towards the door, he pulls on his clothes.
As he reaches for the door, it bangs open.
CORRUPT DETECTIVE
Police! FREEZE! Put your hands in the air and get on your knees! You’re under arrest for the murder of Christie Bucket.

Oh good god. We're actually acting it out. *giggle*

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.....................
I wish I took a photo.
(Damn slow internet)

Bored now.
-.-

Oh funny. Ha. Ha.

Ok, before I go into any in-depth discussion of what's been going on, I'd like to ask if anyone knows what this is:



Uncle Saburo gave it to me after dinner. It's nice and sweet. The centre is crunchy because of the seed inside. I like it, but have no clue what it is. My first thought was... Pomegranate? I just checked my dictionary and I think it might be one! How cool is that?! There's a Greek myth about Pomegranates. Can't quite remember the details though. Anyone?

Ah. <3 Google. (Funny how we don't say: "Oh! just Yahoo!/MSN/Ask Jeeves it...")

Persephone's abduction by Hades. THAT WAS IT! Don't you just love childhood memories? Back in England, for history and general knowledge when I was about 10 or so, we would study the Greek/Roman myths and legends. We'd do all sorts on them. I remember when I was even younger, we were studying the Aztecs and we had to create lifesize drawings of the warriors. Sigh... Gone are those days of enjoyable education. Now? I'm faced with scripwriting and law -.-

Oh, funny (-.-) story for the night:
Shin's lying next to me with his laptop open on WoW (World of Warcraft - if you don't know what it is, then you are blessed) and he's getting ready for his raid. I'm lying next to him on my laptop too (yes we are such sad sad SAD individuals) and just closing stuff so I can go for dinner.
"Can I have some water?"
I thought he was being friggin rude, but went to get it anyway. I mean, come onnnnn... I'm not your maid. But me being me, I went to go and get the water. Brought it back in to try and coax him out of his room to come for dinner.
"You have it. I can get it myself."
Er... Like W. T. F. ?
"You asked me to get you water. I got it. Take it."
Then he laughs. And laughs. And laughs. Yes, he was talking to his raid mates. The water was for his character. *pengz* (Oh good god that was very ah liah-ish)

I'll post pictures of Fly By Night along with the video and pictures of MoS soon. Need to get home first and upload them all, plus wait for Vicnan to host the video on YouTube.

<3 Google. Did I tell you that?

What a week...

Well let's see what's happened:
1) Class
2) TVC Filming
3) Fly By Night
4) Nickelodeon: Open Season

1) Oh just the usual hubbub. Just because I haven't been sleeping or eating enough, it seemed a lot harder to get through. I can barely believe that it's only Saturday!

2) What a nightmare. I no longer trust or believe weather reports or how the forecast appears to be based on morning weather situations. The footage we got was amazing and Rae and I are so happy. The scenes at Rouge were so cool and most people had fun. I mean... How cool is a ten-person party!?! It actually looked crowded in the footage too. I can't wait to see the final product.

3) Oh good god. I can't even begin to describe the 'topic'. So here you go:



All we got was a little introduction and then: Ok go! We conceptualised til 4am today and filmed this morning after a little rest and Vicnan's busying himself with editing whilst I double up with cramps before heading out to MoS later on. The presentation is tomorrow at 12. I doubt we'll win, but at least we went out slagging off the 'artsy' community. Teehee...

Whilst we were trying to get ideas, we decided to cam whore a little bit >.<





4) Halfway through filming I had to leave to go to work. Nickelodeon was hard today. Mainly because I arrived in tears -let's not go there. There's another one next Saturday. It'll be at the same place: Level 1, Plaza Singapura.

Tonight is MoS. I'm tired and pms-y but I need a break. FBN group has given me time off >.<

I'm sorry I can't write anything nice or fancy or decent. The brain just isn't working with me today. I rather could do with bed, boy and a hot water bottle. Cuddles. The cure for everything. Shame there's no boy to give me any. Not today.

Today... It's just me.

Brain Fuck.

When you're totally not in the mood for a subject that requires a lot (now when I say 'a lot', I mean CATASTROPHICAL amounts) of concentration... Then sitting for two hours for something like Intellectual Property and Media Ethics, I say: GL HF, People! Welcome to Brain Fuck 101.

*bangs head on desk*

Thank god Mr. Ferlin only took an hour instead of the full two. Oh, Mr. Ferlin is my lecturer and tutorial teacher. If you can think back a year or two to a TV programme called First Touch, you'll remember that there was a quirky Indian doctor for a leading role. Yes, dear people, that would be Mr. Ferlin.

I enjoy his classes, but they require *a lot* of concentration and you really have to keep at it. He uses his experience in smatterings throughout the class to highlight cases and keep us alert and amused. Think along the lines of... A lady going to a TCM practitioner for a colonic which results in a rectal tear and her subsequent demise. Or snails found in ginger ale. If none of those take your fancy, how about a tumour that is removed from just behind the forehead but the laser also slices thinly through other membrane just to the side of it resulting in brain fluid seeping out through the patient's nose. This leads to more operations, intense pain and eventual death of the patient.

Mm... Lovely.

Teen Dies Of Heart Attack

Teen, 19, dies of heart attack caused by stress and anxiety.

The polytechnic student suffered extremely high blood pressure as a result of worrying about her school assignments.

Ms. Kelly Latimer was a highly involved student who worked part-time to support herself, despite coming from a well-off family. Described as a perfectionist by her family and friends, Kelly had been placing pressure on herself to ensure her projects were completed to her expectations.

Her anxiety attacks resulted in a loss of appetite and inability to sleep normally. The undue stress on her body resulted in it seizing up in a heart attack.

This case is one of a many that is becoming an increasing phenomenon amongst teenagers in this fast paced environment.

Family members and friends should be alert for any symptoms such as loss of appetite, depression or insomnia. These could be signs that someone close is suffering from extreme stress and help should be sought immediately.

***

Won't someone help me?

Scriptwriting Exercise. Whoop dee doo...

Yes, I'm THIS bored.

Stage direction for two characters:
a) A highly nervous person
b) A deeply religious person

a) The location: Office - Conference Room

Paul walks into the room and sits in a chair, placing his resume on his lap. He then picks it up and flips through it before placing it back down. He picks it up again and moves it in various positions. He sits upright in his chair and looks around the room.

After sitting there for a while, he picks at the fluff on his jacket and adjusts it to make sure it's straight. He is acutely aware of his surroudings, eyes shifting towards the door as he hears a hand on the doorknob.

b) The location:

(This deeply religious person is tearing the group apart. As we're doing this, someone suggested that someone who isn't deeply religious isn't considerate. That didn't settle down nicely with me. Luckily... Rae said we should change the person: An activist who champions a cause.)

b) New location with new person: In a car

Debbie sits in the passenger seat of her husband's car. The phone rings and as she reaches to answer it, she looks at the caller ID. She frowns for a fraction of a second and purses her lips. Flipping open her phone, she answers hesitantly, unsure of what to expect.

Her face falls to an expression of concern and anxiety. She ends the phonecall abruptly, snapping the phone shut. Debbie closes her eyes and breathes deeply, bracing herself.

Opening her eyes with a look of new found determination and proceeds to rapidly dial a number on her phone.

Oh what joy. Now for the next exercise... *bounces completely UNENTHUSIASTICALLY*
Improve the given dialogue:

JANE
We need to get going if we want to catch the bus
Group: We'll be stranded here if we don't move now!
Me: We're soooo gunna get fucked if we don't get a move on.

LOUIS
Yes, the last bus leaves at midnight
Group: Ah don't worry, there's enough time.
Me: Yea, last bus' at 12. Chillax.. There's loadsa time.

JANE
There's ten minutes to midnight
Group: NO! We've only got ten minutes!
Me: WTF. If we don't get to the bus stop in the next 10 minutes we're so screwed.

LOUIS
Really, my watch is slow ten. It reads eleven forty-three.
Group: You mean you'll be screwed. Not me.
Me: Oh what the hell. I CBF. Let's just cab it. You'll get there faster anyway. No diff to me.

JANE
...
Group: C'mon, let's just go!
(JANE grabs LOUIS and frags him along. Before they reach the bus stop, the bus rattles past. JANE panics.)
Me: I'm friggin broke! Move your arse and get me home!

LOUIS
...
Group: Oh look! The bus! Your bus! (laughs)
Me: I'll pay.

JANE
...
Group: (pulls out phone to call a cab) Ok, whatever.
Me: Fine. Gahh... Hate it that she keeps pulling these guilt trips. Totally ruins my nights.

Tell me now, which one reads better?

BOO!

Oh good god...

This cracks me up:
"Shall I delete our blog seeing as neither of us use it anymore?"
"Juan!!" (That's how we say 'don't want' -inside coupley thingy-)
"Okkk...."

He's now a member of THIS blog. *rolls eyes* Bless.

I do hope you're all praying to the BIG GUY(s) because I need all he help I can get today. Sunshine baybehh! My nerves are tingling with anticipation because of filming later. So many people doubt us and Rae and I have reversed roles. She doesn't care what they think and here I am fretting contrary to the knowledge that I KNOW we can pull this off!

There's no chat thing for use in the mac lab, so here I am trying to stay awake by blogging. I need a chat box or something. I've tried most options, but I suppose i shall wait until I get my new skin so that I know what colours to make it. Or maybe I won't. Oh... Sleep. Come hither and take me. Reacquaint me with my bed... My pillows... My quilt! Oh!

I have two packs of sweets in front of me despite the 'No Eating In The Lab' rule and one pack is half demolished. Rae's sort of finished up the M&Ms I bought her before class. This is terrible. I really ought to sleep earlier, however that would involve doing work earlier, meaning I see less of the Sushi Roll. No. Nevermind, I can do without sleep.

BREAK TIME! Followed by Amadeus. Awesome.

The movie has started and due to me wasting my break time lugging equipment, I have to eat whilst watching. Hmph...

***

Movie was stopped halfway. Sigh. It's actually really good. Surprising eh? Who would've thought that Mozart would be THAT interesting. The main gripe I have with the initial part of this movie is that 1) Mozart and Frau Mozart are AMERICAN!! (Oh come on... An American playing the part of a German?! Geez) and 2) There was a really REALLY out-of-place shot of Salieri's hands with Mozart's original scores. The colour was totally off and the shot just looked so weird!

And so the tutorial exercise begin. What joy.

(My confidence in our production is being knocked down again by someone who knows more than myself. I feel insecure and really paranoid. If something screws up, this person will never let me forget it. It's funny how this person seems so two-faced and self-absorbed at times. I'm... Frustrated. Not ungrateful, but highly frustrated.)

Well hello there...

With a new found passion, or rather... Rediscovered... I am back in the blogging scene. I have two other blogs: One with My Boy, Shintaro, (which he never updates and therefore why the hell should I?) and one with my Best Bitch, Nikki.



Bitchquips was born when my Bitch and I discovered the need for a haven to really just let it all out. We did. For a while. I didn't really like the skin we ended up with and me being me, this resulted in me no longer updating. Meh.

BUT... As I said, I'm back. I'm hoping to work with Fir to design a skin that I'll fall in love with over and over (and in the process, hopefully I'll learn how to do all that jazz by myself) so that I'll keep blogging. Expect photos. Lots. And bitching. A lot more. I'll sort all this nonsense out soon, including the addition of a tag box of some sort, link ups as well as a different skin because this one is mongy. Not as mongy as some of the others, but mongy nonetheless.

(Oh, I'll be putting up my videos and bulletins that I do for school here too! This is my chance to "haolian" a bit, even though it may not be fantastic. I'm hoping to post my resume and the rest of that nonsense up too. Bear with the narcissism yea?