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    Thursday, December 31, 2009

    Here it goes again

    Let me get this out before I begin -

    Happy New Year!

    Bitch.

    So what can I say? It's been a nice year. 2009 was like the beginning of a new chapter in my life. No wait. It's an entirely different story of my life. And 2009 was only the first act of the story. Act Two is about to begin in 2010. Let's see how this goes, eh? For better or worst... Bring it.

    So what have I done during this first act? Plenty. This year changed me a lot. In more ways than I every I could have imagined back in 2008. My attitude, behavior, style, habits, talking manner, and health has entirely changed from what I used to be a year ago.

    First off now, my social circle has increased two fold.





    Poly life exposed me to different kinds of new people. People I could relate with. People I could fool around with easily.

    Before poly, I was more or less your typical average loser. Yes, you can see that from my older photos. I didn't talk much or do much and I'd keep to myself more or less. I still do that from time to time. But watching others around me, I've managed to pick up a few styles for my own and I've built my own personality. How did I put it to the test? Entering poly. And I dare say, I feel like a better person than before.

    It's fun to meet new people. Not saying I would diss my old friends, they're still cool. Just that the new people I've met are much awesomer. It just made my whole poly experience a lot more enjoyable.




    So speaking of poly, I think I've said enough just how awesome Media Studies is. Tiring, dreadful, and not forgetting stressful. But hell yeah, I wouldn't have it any other way. Maybe I was fated to enter NYP's Media Studies all along, and not Ngee Ann's Mass Comm. It was all part of the plan of a higher power above. I'm blessed and thankful for this. What's more I'm in the correct class, hanging out with the right people. I'll never be a social outcast ever again. Huzzah!

    Oh, and I've lost weight.

    Well, you see. All this time, I've been the center of every fat joke. I took this as way of motivating myself. One day, I just decided to fuck it all, and just shed those pounds. I've been running, gym-ing, playing sports, and doing every active thing I could think of for the past 4 months. So far, I've lost 10kg.



    Before


    After

    See how I've changed? I like it. I don't mean to brag, but I just have to. I want to be proud of my accomplishment, and I'm still working on it. Hard work pays off, it's true ... I guess.

    With that said, I'm not exactly looking forward to 2010. I more or less can figure out where I'm going and what might happen. But hey, in this world we live in. ANYTHING can happen. Nothing is impossible anymore. You'd never know.

    Till then. Cheers.

    Thursday, December 24, 2009

    [Insert Generic Holiday Greeting Here]




    (Deck the halls with boughs of holly fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
    (Tis the season to be jolly fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

    Outside the carolers start to sing
    I can't describe the joy they bring
    Cause joy is something they don't bring me

    My girlfriend is by my side
    From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
    Their whiny voices get irritating
    It's Christmas time again

    So I stand with a dead smile on my face
    Wondering how much of my time they'll waste
    Oh God I hate these Satan's helpers

    And then I guess I must have snapped
    Because I grabbed a baseball bat
    And made them all run for shelter

    It's Christmas time again
    It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year
    I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
    You people scare me
    Please stay away from my home
    If you don't wanna get beat down
    Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.

    Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
    Cause the cops came and arrested me
    They had an unfair advantage

    And even though the jail didn't have a tree
    Christmas came a night early
    Causes a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn)

    It's Christmas time again
    It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year
    I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
    You people scare me
    Please stay away from my home
    If you don't wanna get beat down
    Just leave the presents and then leave me alone

    I won't be home
    I won't be home for Christmas
    I won't be home
    I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
    I won't be home
    I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
    I won't be home
    I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
    I won't be home
    I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
    I won't be home
    I won't be home for Christmas



    -----------------------------------------------
    And a Happy New Year.

    (Montage made by Me.
    Pictures courtesy of Google, Izismile.com, Failblog, and my iPhone)

    Tuesday, December 8, 2009

    Am I Just Paranoid; Or Am I Just Stoned?

    It's been a rough week. Ain't it always? Hmm... I'm not gonna elaborate much on that, since it's so god damned cliched to bitch about all the bad things that happened to your life on your blog. I'm done with that. I'm just going to review these past few weeks, for the sake of reviving this dead blog of mine.



    Alot of shit went down this month. For one thing, it's ICA week. Again. As usual. When will they ever stop? Ehhhh, never. The constant bombardment of work will never cease, especially in a coveted course like Media Studies. And Management.

    This term (or semester, so far) has been a challenge. I've had more on my plate that I could have ever imagined, and most of it were either against me or not with for me entirely. It's hard to keep my cool, but sometimes my angst just gets the best of me. Throughout the whole week, I've had to go home from school at night.


    The scene I visit every night since Sem 2 began.

    The fun factor is there. How can you not have fun with the Army of Jubohs? Amirite guys? Haha. But, I've been drained to the point where sometimes when the guys crack jokes and would go on laughing, I just can't get into it. I'm just tired. Exhausted. My body is running, but my heart and mind are just running on reserve by now. But I'm still surviving and doing fine for the most part. Fortunately.



    My good friend Aaron Mossadeg here seems to be doing fine, though....

    Oh the jokes we have. We had this new one. Ever been to the Grinning Gecko, in NYP? I'm sure you'll be served by a nice uncle... but after ordering your meal of choice, he'll go on ahead and asking for either

    a) Rice
    b) Drinks
    c) Sauce

    Haha, he does it almost always. Even after you've already said what you want. It's hilarious.




    Sadly, the joke died as quickly as it was born. I guess that's trends for you. They come and go just as easily.


    So okay. ICAs. Everyone is tired of it. Moving on.

    Secondly, I had to lead a ragtag team of Drama mates to do a 5 minutes mime skit for NYP's lunchtime performance. Easier said than done. Planning and executing the ideas took a toll on me. Not to mention, it was a near-last minute effort and the rehearsals and events coincided with my important schoolwork and presentations. We managed to pull it off. The main plot for our story was basically (don't laugh):

    "The Vampires of Twilight, face off with Michael Jackson, in search of the Bandung drink"

    There! You're laughing! I told you not to laugh. ):
    It was a TOTALLY random idea that just popped out of nowhere. But we managed to rolled on it and with some work the whole act was actually pretty awesome. Too bad no one was there to see it. Guuuhh.

    One thing I've learned when it comes to public events/gigs ... Never be the show's opening act. You're just gonna waste your effort.

    So just right after that, my stage arts thing didn't quite ended just yet. We still had Alumni Night to settle. I didn't do much for this but follow orders. However, it was still painstaking and tiresome to come for rehearsals at odd hours during the worst possible days ever (one of the days I had to wear formal attire. So I had to prance around in a long sleeve shirt and formal pants throughout the whole day).

    In the end the whole StageArts Alumni Night was a success.




    Me and Fin being douchebags in the play

    After it ended, it was like a huge burden just got lifted off my shoulders. And new ones being dropped on seniors.

    Congratulations to Sarah Jane, Hazwan, Hanisah, Vicki, Nadirah, and Neela for getting a post in the ever exuberant StageArts. All the best in your endeavors to bring up the name of our CCA.

    And with that, I'm already a Year 2 drama student person guy thingy....

    ANYWHO!

    Back to the month.

    I entered a NYP Jam at the very last minute. Like really really last minute. Throughout the whole month or so, I've been telling people I'm not joining that competition. Why? I can't exactly find a proper band to play with. But at the very last hour of the audition day. I found an opportunity and a slot to fill. Encouraged by Seran, and remembering the Adam Khoo's motivational word poster thingy on my wall ("You HAVE the Power of CHOICE.... CHOOSE to Grab OPPORTUNITIES" ... Cute, right?) I didn't had a second thought. I went in, sang "Letters To You" by Finch, and came out happy.

    Hey, at least I got to perform. I could care less about the 'getting through the next round' part.

    As for gaming, Modern Warfare has got the most of me. Despite coming home at 10 or 11pm every night, I still find time to squeeze in an hour of gameplay. It's just too addictive.


    Not my finest moment....

    I'm Level 65 now. During the Hari Raya Haji weekend, I jolted up by 10 levels pretty quickly. And slowly, I've been going higher and higher. Some nights I get good kills. And some nights I don't. It really depends on my mood. It's a great way to let my daily stress out. Really let it out. Really, really let it aaaaaallllllllll out.....

    Sometimes when I can't seem to get a kill, I'll scream and yell vulgarities, though within the volume boundaries of my own room. I may feel like shit, but after awhile it feels good. It freshens me up for the next day, you can say that.

    I'm just five levels away from reaching Prestige mode. I can already smell it. But WAIT! What's this? I GOT A NEW GAME!? ALREADY?! NOOOOOOOOOOO.

    Yes that's right -


    I loved the first game, albeit it's repetitiveness. And so far I'm already loving this one. Oh boy, Modern Warfare 2 is facing some stiff competition to get my attention. And the holidays are coming! My social life is forever ruined once again. Thanks gaming.... Nah, just kidding.

    Ah wells, I still have the remainder of this week to go. As Nick, from Left 4 Dead 2, would say - "I have not... Come this far.... To Die now".

    I'll survive. Just one more measly presentation to do, and I can be lazing on my arse all morning, in front of my TV screen, and waking up at 3.30pm everyday. Till then... Cheers.