Monday, May 05, 2008

y'know, ive been thinking about taking up photography for a while now. what with the "year-long project" and all. get a DSLR camera, take up some course. and finally take that mrt shot at jurong east interchange with the evening crowd and the sun setting in the background. buttt, i guess after looking at some photographs of flowers i think.. maybe not. umm i mean its like. okayy. so, flowers.. right. awesome? its not those kinda like nature photography kinda things you know.. its supposed to make some kinda artistic statement (i think?) a vase of droopy flowers. a bunch of palm trees which look pretty much like the ones i can look at from my window. maybe this one of those things which you have to learn it to appreciate it. maybeh. oh darn. but i just wanna fiddle with depth and lighting and shutter speed and stuff and take cool-looking shots, y'know. a dlsr is way too much of an expense for that.

anyways, speaking of taking pictures and whatnot. recently i had this most indie-film moment. and by golly, i how i wished i had a recording device and knew how to operate it (while soaking in the moment, of course) it was like i was supposed to help accompany yannys brother in his mid-years and i half-died trying to sight-read it. in the end we even tried each person playing one hand while he did his violin thing.. which was like, ???!!!??? omg! (in the endend this really nice guy who teaches music in some pri school and who was accompanying some other guy helped out heh) yeah so anyways. there we were, the three of us dong-dong-ing away, hogging up the practice room cos we'd never gotten together before, while other people kept on banging on the door and asking to use it cos them nervous people also needed to warm up.. so then. this gangly guy came in with his accompanist and they ran through that "if i were a rich man, di da da" song and it was like, omg... like there we were in this cramped-ish practice room without air-con. the accompanist playing along with enthusiastic body movements, the gangly youth singing in an uninspiring manner, her brother leaning on the wall on the left probably wondering oh shuckies how now brown cow, yanny on the right and just being yanny, and me squatting somewhere in the middle to the back. it was such a wow moment k. like the brother on the brink of adolescence, with the lip-hairs growing out and all. and yanny being big-sister-ish which i seldom see in her omg-im-on-a-beach-shorts. and yeah. oh wells. y'know, ive been thinking about taking up photography for a while now. what with the "year-long project" and all. get a DSLR camera, take up some course. and finally take that mrt shot at jurong east interchange with the evening crowd and the sun setting in the background. buttt, i guess after looking at some photographs of flowers i think.. maybe not. umm i mean its like. okayy. so, flowers.. right. awesome? its not those kinda like nature photography kinda things you know.. its supposed to make some kinda artistic statement (i think?) a vase of droopy flowers. a bunch of palm trees which look pretty much like the one's i can look at from my window. maybe this one of those things which you have to learn it to appreciate it. maybeh. oh darn. but i just wanna fiddle with depth and lighting and shutter speed and stuff and take cool-looking shots, y'know. a dlsr is way too much of an expense for that.

anyways, speaking of taking pictures and whatnot. recently i had this most indie-film moment. and by golly, i how i wished i had a recording device and knew how to operate it (while soaking in the moment, of course) it was like i was supposed to help accompany yannys brother in his mid-years and i half-died trying to sight-read it. in the end we even tried each person playing one hand while he did his violin thing.. which was like, ???!!!??? omg! (in the endend this really nice guy who teaches music in some pri school and who was accompanying some other guy helped out heh) yeah so anyways. there we were, the three of us dong-dong-ing away, hogging up the practice room cos we'd never gotten together before, while other people kept on banging on the door and asking to use it cos them nervous people also needed to warm up.. so then. this gangly guy came in with his accompanist and they ran through that "if i were a rich man, di da da" song and it was like, omg... like there we were in this cramped-ish practice room without air-conditioning. the accompanist playing along with enthusiastic body movements, the gangly youth singing in an uninspiring manner, her brother leaning on the wall on the left probably wondering oh shuckies how now brown cow, yanny on the right and just being yanny, and me squatting somewhere in the middle to the back. it was such a wow moment k. like the brother on the brink of adolescence, with the lip-hairs growing out and all. and yanny being big-sister-ish which i seldom see in her omg-im-on-a-beach shorts. and yeah. oh wells. it was a pretty cool moment. though ill bet the both of them sure wouldnt think so heh.

aneeweighs. i am such a binge-eater, i cant believe it. i just ate like this pathetic excuse for potato salad, boiled potato and mayo mixed together in a omg-i-dont-really-care-what-im-eating-lets-just-eat kinda way. which is kinda stupid right. like hello, if its not nice why eat it right. (btw, yes it really is not very nice, the mayo is like, sweet. which i gross) anyways, currently hooked on two places/things. mr bean and toastbox. mr bean is like trying to be everywhere, which i love. right now im on a carrot soya milk with pearls thing. i must be like one of their most annoying customers, cos of all the add-ons.. like, carrot, with pearls, less sugar, and warm. but oh wells. its nice k, especially when its blended properly, its like so creamy and yum man. the bukit panjang outlet not very consistent though. got one time they gave me partially-blended carrot only heh. good if you like chewing on stuff i suppose. and their almond soya milk is super gross can. if theres a taste to examplify the word "synthetic" it would have to be almond flavouring. yucks man. and almond jelly from anywhere is gross too. especially when the almond itself is so nice. how can anyone make the supposed flavouring of something so nice so gross is quite hard to imagine. anyways. toastbox is like awesome. i totally love their half-boiled eggs. which is like waay more consistent than i ever came to like, wow. i lurve it like totally. i first found them at raffles city and imagine my wonderful surprise at finding one at bugis too. like yay wow! (but the bugis one the yolk a bit over-done though)

speaking of stupid. i think sometimes (okay many times) the way i think is like stupid. like now for example. like i was supposed to sleep at twelve. but here i am. if im not sleeping when im supposed to, i might as well sleep even later. and like, since i know so little for school, i might as well not bother since i already know so little anyways. which is like, stupid right. omg, that is such a convoluted way of thinking that i can hardly believe it myself. like since im not gonna be early i go look for something to do then in the end i become late which is like, uhhh *rolls eyes* yes. in the process of some mental tinkering there.

ps. now that the week is over, id really like to say that im pretty darn proud of the cellos. not least because of seven before C. the whole thing was over too soon. and elgarrrr rarrrr. no comment.

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Monday, May 05, 2008

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