Picture Perfect

I'm writing a script for a 30 minute movie. So I'll be updating this thread from time to time... hopefully often before Ana kills me for not meeting my deadline! So keep reading it if it holds your interest, which i hope it does!


Exterior Back Alley.

'A pretty little wench like you. You need not beg... I have better ways that you can earn money..' the man in rags said, leering at the girl.

'Please no. I just want food.' said the girl.

'I'll feed you alright. Feed you more than you can swallow,' the man chuckled.

'Enough!' came the commanding tone.

'You will leave now,' the gentleman started. 'Or do you need an escort?' he continued, two burly men standing beside him appeared.

'No escort sir! I was but concern for the poor wench. Starving you see she has been. Can't do good these days without trouble I sees,' stammered the man.

'Good indeed. You would have her a whore. Begone before I change my mind. Perhaps an escort be too mild a punishment for your likes,' the gentleman said.

Needing no further encouragement, the man in rags ran. Faster than you would have thought possible for such a fat man.

'You need food girl?' the gentleman asked coldly.

Frightened, the girl merely nodded.

'Come with me. And I will see you are not only fed but also dressed like a human. If you be a human under all that grease and dirt that is,' the gentleman snorted distatefully.

Confused, the girl tried to rise but stumbled falling flat on her face. It had been too long since her last meal. She was plain exhausted.

'Spoilt child. Need I carry you? Very well.'

'Master your clothes! Let one of us do the work!' cried one of the gentleman's henchemen.

'Bah! They are but clothes and easily replaceable. I will bear this child. She is lighter than she looks. Though she does smell like she is overdue a bath for a few months. Nay, perhaps a few years,' the gentlemen exclaimed.

Interior Gentleman's mansion bathroom

'Lice! She has lice!' the maid protested. 'Big as roaches they are!'

'Nevertheless, have her cleaned any way. This is my wish,' the gentleman commanded storming out of the bathroom.

*A scrubbing ye shall get lil lass. Hold on to your dear life. For good or for ill, you'll be presentable for the young master,' the maid said, taking a better grip of the little girl as she squealed.

Interior Gentleman's house

'Here she is young master. Pretty as a daisy. Cleaned up pretty well she did,' the maid pronounced.

'Very well. Leave us now,' said the gentleman.

There was an ackward silence in the room. The girl scratched at the dress that she was put in. Feeling out of place and uncomfortable. Yet she was a sight to behold. Her dark brown hair fell down to her shoulders and her brown eyes emmitted an innocence that could not be faked.

'Than... thank you,' the girl stammered.

'Have you been fed?' asked the gentleman.

'Not yet sir. But it is okay. I can wait,' said the girl.

'Incompetence,' the gentleman growled.

'Madame Grinch. Madame Grinch!' there was a the sound of feet rushing towards the room.

'Yes master?' the maid asked.

'Did I not leave orders that she would be fed?' the gentleman nearly growled.

'No master. Your orders were merely to clean her up as best as we could. Which...' the maid started.

'ANYONE with common sense would know to feed this child. She is but skin and bones. Must I do ALL the thinking for you as well Madame Grinch. Is this what I employ you for?' the gentleman snarled.

'No... no master... I will see to it right away,' the maid stammered, rushing off to get food.

'How do you feel? Apart from hungry obviously,' said the gentleman.

'I feel fine... master?' said the girl.

'I'm not your master. That remains to be seen. So tell me girl. Why are you beggin on the streets? An orphan? Abandoned by relatives? Spit it out. Speak.' said the gentleman.

'No sir. I ran away.' said the girl plainly.

'Ran away? For what cause? Starvation in the streets? To feed lice and insects of the such?' the gentleman growled.

'I'd... I'd rather not say sir,' the girl started, 'but I am eternally in your debt for your rescue. Otherwise I'd have starved to death soon.'

'That remains to be seen. If my staff are as incompetant as they seem... you might yet starve to death!' the gentleman barked.

'Its okay sir!' the girl gushed,'I am not that hungry. Some bread and water will do me well.'

'Nonsense. If I would have you eat like a beggar, I would have left you on the streets...' the gentleman said.

'The meal is prepared sir. Anytime the young lady is ready to eat...' said the maid.

'Very well. Go now. Eat your fill.'

Interior Gentleman's mansion, dining room.

The girl eats greedily, her hunger getting the better of her.

'Thish ish wondful foode,' she exclaimed between mouthfuls.

'Eat slowly my lady, least you choke on your food,' the maid warned her.

'Its been so long since I've had food this good. You don't understand.' The maid nodded sympahtethicly.

'Still... slow down and enjoy the food. No one's going to take it away from you.'

'Whats the master like?' asked the girl.

'Why the sudden interest?' asked the maid.

'Its not like any gentleman to just pick some one off the streets and feed and clothe them. He must be a very kind man,'said the girl.

'Aye. Kind indeed is the master. But ware lil miss. He has a cold side to him as well. He must have had his reasons for being for playing benefactor. Perhaps it was a whim. Who knows. Theres no telling with the young master,' explain the maid.

'I'll keep that in mind,' she said thoughtfully. Then, she continued to eat.

'Have you eaten your fill?' the voice boomed. The gentleman stood at the doorway. Staring at the girl and the maid.

'Yes master. I'm as full as I've ever been,' replied the girl.

'I'm not your master. At least not yet. Come with me. I have matters to discuss with you.' said the gentleman.

'Very well sir,' she said, taking on last reluctant look at the food.

Interior Gentleman's Study

'What will you do for me to stay here? asked the gentleman.

'I'm not that type of girl sir. And I never will be,' the girl said angrilly.

The gentleman laughed but it was a cold sound.

'That is not what I meant. If I were looking for a whore, there are plenty on the streets. I need not pretty you up and feed you for this. Tis expensive whoring.' he chuckled.

'What will you have of me then sir?' the girl asked, slightly remorseful.

'What work can you do?' asked the gentleman.

'I can perform house chores sir. I could be one of your maids. And I can...' the girl trailed.

'Can what?'asked the gentleman.

'Nothing. I can help you with the house chores. Nothing more,' the girl said.

'There is a mystery about you. I knew that when I first saw you. But thats okay. I like mysteries. I will slowly unravel you.'

The girl remained silent.

'You may stay here. Report to Madame Grinch and tell her to make you useful around the house. That is all.'

'Yes sir,' she replied and turned to leave.

'Oh, and one more thing.' the gentleman interupted.

'Sir?'

'What is your name. It won't do for me to address you as girl for the rest of your stay here.'

'Nicole sir. My name is Nicole.' she answered.

'Very well Nicole. Dismissed.' he said turning his back to her.

Nicole left the room. Closing the door behind her.

'I forgot to ask his name!' she realised.

Why be conventional?

Think out of the box.... why be one of the massses... this is just and example. Everyone queue's up for the loo... and you take a leak behind the loo.

Why not?

Its better than waiting for ages and being like that kid holding his bits as if he were going to pee his pants!

Why be conventional! Be bizarre... be different... stand out... don't be a face in the crowd...


you'll get no where being a face in the crowd... you'll just end up being a drone for the mindless workforce we already have...

so be different! be unique!

thats my Christmas message to everyone...

on a personal note : You didn't come... nor did I expect you too... but I still hoped that you would... *shrugs* ... I guess I'm just naive like that...

Merry Xmas

:)

Wish list

She stood quietly at the gates. Expectant. He didn't realise she was there at first. He turned to speak to someone and caught a glance of her. It didn't quite register in his mind. The smoke from the barbecue pit filled his lungs as he took a deep breath. He stood still a while. The sounds from the party deafening his ears. But all he heard was his heart beat pounding.

He took one step forward. Not trusting his feet. Walking slowly until he reached her. Walking away from the crowd of people he called friends.

'You came,' he whispered. It was more a question than a statement. He reached for her, as if to touch and see if she were real. He watched her flinch as he touched her cheek.

'You invited me didn't you?' she said almost caustically.

'And you wore the same dress you wore last Christmas. Don't you have any other clothes?' he teased.

'I thought you'd appreciate the irony.' she whispered.

'You look just as stunning as you did last year. No irony there,' he replied.

'I can't stay. I just came to give you some thing. Then I'm headed to church,' she said.

'Church huh? Somethings don't change.' In that instance, he felt the gap in the world that parted the two of them. And the distance of infinity multiplied by the rain drops on a stormy day grow between them again.

'Here you go, I hope you like it. Don't open it till I'm gone' she gushed.

'Don't leave just yet. There's food. People. Conversation. Idle things like that. You don't have to leave.' he said, close to pleading.

For a second, her brown eyes softened. Then they turned stone black. 'You know it won't work that way. I need to go now. You go have your fun.'

'Just a little while. Thats all I ask. There's people I want you to meet.' he replied.

'Theres no point in that Vincy. We both know that.' she said, starting to turn away.

He jumped a little when she called him that. He reached for her. Longing to hold her again. Just to pull her close and make all the obstacles disappear. To make things right. Then his hand fell flat.

'Wait. I have a gift for you too.'

She turned to look at him. He walked up to her slowly and kissed her on the cheek gently.

'I love you. Good bye and thank you.'He whispered into her ear.

She smiled a little sadly then turned to leave. He watched her walk towards her car. His heart hurting with each step as she turned away from him. Walking further and further away from his life. He shuddered with the need to call out to her. To run to her. But he turned his back. Walking back to the party.

He never heard her whisper. 'I know. I love you too.'

When he opened the present. It was a simple cloth. Knitted with the word 'Hope'. He clenched it. Put it in his pocket and went back to the party.

There's so many ways to say good bye. A good bye with a sense of finality. I never got a sense of finality with many of my relationships. Perhaps thats what makes letting go even harder. This is my Christmas wish. Finality.

And to spell definitely correct forever.

Baby update

She's doing fine now... she just has a patch of fur missing from where she was shaved. I'm so relieved. She's back to being her hyper self. Only thing I can't figure is why she is pissing and pooing every where...

its as if she remarking her territory after two weeks of being stuck in a cage...


which leaves me an awful lot of cleaning up to do.

Damn dog.

love her to bits :)

The power of music

Lately I noticed that I've been avoiding using my windows media player for MP3's. Odd don't you think. Theres nothing quite like listening to music as you chat or as you do your work.

So I sat down and tried to figure out the reason behind this phobia of opening my MP3's.

Firstly I checked out the music I play. I have a favorite list. The ones I've listed 4 stars and 5 stars. So I figured, might as well start with a look at the list to see whats wrong with it that I'm avoiding listening to it.

Then the answer struck me. Three quarters of the songs have memories for me. Not necessarily BAD memories. But memories nonetheless.

There were the happy memories, like 'Ghetto Superstar', the song we were dancing to at the night of Azan's farewell party eight years ago. Was it eight? Less? More? I don't recall. But I know its been a damn long time thats for sure.

Then there were the songs which reminded me of my ex girlfriends. In fact the majority of my favorite songs remind me of my ex girlfriends. Freaky stuff. So many song and for so many different reasons. Both happy and sad.

Then there are songs which just make me feel sad. Like Boyzone's 'Father and Son'. Reminds me of my father obviously. And that period in my life when I was growing up and feeling rebellious. Reminds me of when he was still around the house. Oh well.

Music is such a powerful thing. The emotions it evokes and provokes cut you straight to the heart.

So now I realise why I've been avoiding my MP3 list. I need a new list. New songs for a new year. But letting go of the old songs is difficult too. You're so familiar with them. You sing along to them. You know the lyrics. You know the beat and tune by heart.

Much like an ex girl friend. Letting go is difficult. But if I can't let go of my music what chances do I have of letting go of my ex girl friend.

Gotta start some where. And this is where I'll start.

New music.

If music be the food of love. Pray. Play on.

I'm switching off the music for now. Theres no love. Just a need for focus and determination to do successfully in my subjects.

Love comes to he who waits. Another adatage I've heard countless times. I, for one, won't be waiting. Neither will I be rushing to embrace it. If it happens, then it happens. If it doesn't I still have my focus and goals in life to attain.

Odd how from music I went on to speak of love. Then again music is love. At least a very big part of it. How many of us have cried when we heard a song from the past that brought back a bitter memory in love. How many of us have made love listening to THAT special song.

I need to change my music. And so I will. :)

No wonder I'm such a dumb ass

I love meat of all kinds... steak, pork, barbecued chickens... even the thought makes me drool... in fact I just had nasi lemak ayam...

The smarter they are, the more likely they'll shun meat as adults, British researchers contend
By Steven Reinberg, HealthDay Reporter

FRIDAY, Dec. 15 (HealthDay News) -- As a child's IQ rises, his taste for meat in adulthood declines, a new study suggests.

British researchers have found that children's IQ predicts their likelihood of becoming vegetarians as young adults -- lowering their risk for cardiovascular disease in the process. The finding could explain the link between smarts and better health, the investigators say.

"Brighter people tend to have healthier dietary habits," concluded lead author Catharine Gale, a senior research fellow at the MRC Epidemiology Resource Centre of the University of Southampton and Southampton General Hospital.

Recent studies suggest that vegetarianism may be associated with lower cholesterol, reduced risk of obesity and heart disease. This might explain why children with high IQs tend to have a lower risk of heart disease in later life.

The report is published in the Dec. 15 online edition of the British Medical Journal.

"We know from other studies that brighter children tend to behave in a healthier fashion as adults -- they're less likely to smoke, less likely to be overweight, less likely to have high blood pressure and more likely to take strenuous exercise," Gale said. "This study provides further evidence that people with a higher IQ tend to have a healthier lifestyle."

In the study, Gale's team collected data on nearly 8,200 men and women aged 30, whose IQ had been tested when they were 10 years of age.

"Children who scored higher on IQ tests at age 10 were more likely than those who got lower scores to report that they were vegetarian at the age of 30," Gale said.

The researchers found that 4.5 percent of participants were vegetarians. Of these, 2.5 percent were vegan, and 33.6 percent said they were vegetarian but also ate fish or chicken.

There was no difference in IQ score between strict vegetarians and those who said they were vegetarian but who said they ate fish or chicken, the researchers add.

Vegetarians were more likely to be female, of higher social class and better educated, but IQ was still a significant predictor of being vegetarian after adjustment for these factors, Gale said.

"Vegetarian diets are associated with lower cardiovascular disease risk in a number of studies, so these findings suggest that a such a diet may help to explain why children or adolescents with a higher IQ have a lower risk of coronary heart disease as adults," Gale said.

One expert said the findings aren't the whole answer, however.

"This study left many unanswered questions such as: Did the vegetarian children grow up in a household with a vegetarian parent? Were meatless meals regularly served in the household? Were the children eating a primarily vegetarian diet at the age of 10?" said Lona Sandon, an assistant professor of clinical nutrition at the University of Texas Southwestern Medical Center at Dallas.

"In addition, we don't know the beliefs or attitudes of the parents of the children, nor do we know if there was a particular event that led these children to becoming vegetarian in their teens or adulthood," Sandon said.

As the study showed, more women than men chose a vegetarian diet, Sandon noted. "Other research shows that women in general will focus more on their health than men. So, if they believe that a vegetarian diet will have health benefits, they are more likely to follow it," she said.

Given these factors, "we cannot draw any solid conclusions from this research," Sandon added.

Another expert agreed that a vegetarian diet is healthy.

"The evidence linking vegetarianism to good health outcomes is very strong," said Dr. David L. Katz, the director of the Prevention Research Center and an associate professor of public health at the Yale University School of Medicine.

"Studies, for example, of vegetarian Seventh-Day Adventists in California suggest that they have lower rates of almost all major chronic diseases, and greater longevity, than their omnivorous counterparts," Katz said. "Evidence is also strong and consistent that greater intelligence, higher education, and loftier social status -- which tend to cluster with one another -- also correlate with good health."

Alcohol

Dear Alcohol,

First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My
friend, you always seem to be there when needed you. The perfect
post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around on
the holiday's hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're
stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings.

However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I
want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel
that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:

1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is
important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of
substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make
me call those ex-boyfriends when I know for a fact they do not want
to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?

2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest
that I eat a taco with chili sauce, along with a big Italian
meatball and some stale chips (washed down with MORE alcohol &
topped off with a Kit Kat after a few cheese curls & chili cheese
fries)? I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this
time.

3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to
do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the
issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary,
and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the
next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than
45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.

4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting
ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's
debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover & immobility is
completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot! I ask that, if the
proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products,
aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the
kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal
& in no way interfere with my daily activities.

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now & would
like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker
of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed
companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in
my pockets (or lack there of). In order to continue this friendship,
I ask that you carefully review my grievances above & address them
immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm
(pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions & hopefully we can
continue this fruitful partnership.

Thank you,
Your Biggest Fan

P.S. could we also address some of the following...

THE THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
Innovative.
Preliminary.
Proliferation.
Cinnamon.

THE THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
Specificity.
British Constitution.
Passive-aggressive disorder.

THE THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.
Nope, no more beer for me.
Sorry, but you're not really my type.
Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.

Dear Sammy Vellu

or how ever you spell your damn name.

I'm ignorant. Bite me.

Raising the tolls to fatten your pockets is not only in bad taste... it is plain disgusting.

You claim that Malaysia has one of the bes road systems in the world. Have you taken a drive around Subang Jaya lately? Obviously not. Either that or your super car has such great suspension that the portholes are mere blimps in your radar.

You want to increase the tolls? At least have a pretense of making the road systems safer for us users. Areas with portholes the size of your lack of intelligence. Areas where there are dangerous curves and no lighting whatsover. The list goes on and on.

PRETEND to care about the road users at least. I've had friends who have had pregnant tires due to the pathethic road conditions in Puchong. And friends of friends who had entire rims and tyres gone to tyre heaven thanks to port holes.

You want to improve the road system. Don't start with freaking extra charges to the toll system. Start with fixing with what we have. Making the roads a safer place for the ordinary users.

But fattening your pockets is so much more better and option isn't it?

You make me sick

Port Dickson

Been meaning to post about this a few days now... but been too lazy... Me and a couple of friends, Mich, Ben, Kat, Yew Jin and Joe, went down to Port Dickson last week. I can't even remember which day of the week it was!

We left uptown at 11.30pm. Yup PM! A little on the crazy side. Any way it was quite a long drive there. The toll was something like 20 bucks! I think it took us around 1 and halve hours to get there... getting lost and finding parking included.

When we finally reached the beach, we went to Ben and Yew Jin's 'special spot'. Started a fire using candles and charcoal and the BBQ was on the way! While waiting for the food to cook, me and Yew Jin went fish and crab hunting. The tide was super low.

We didn't catch anything we could eat unfortunately. Everything was too small!

The food was good apart from the fact that Kat kept kicking sand into my food. Some thing would crawl up her leg, she'd scream and poof... sand on Vince's chicken! I suspect that this was done on purpose and had nothing to do with creepy crawlies. Cause it was ALWAYS MY chicken that got the sand.

After eating, a few beers and some black label, we went back to crabbing and fishing. Walking in the beach was super relaxing. Since I can't catch crabs bare handed (I value my fingers)... I was the torchlight man. Shining on the 'catch of the day'. It was fun.

When everything settled down. We sat down and looked at the stars. Unlike Subang, you can see stars all over the place... even though it was cloudy and about to rain. It was a pretty amazing sight.

Around 7am we decided to make a move. We went to Seremban to drop off Yew Jin at his grand mothers. We had breakfast first. Then we went back to Subang. Got lost a little but got directions from cabbies and found out way home eventually. I had a little bit more black label and was talking crap with Joe all the way home.

I was a lil tipsy while driving back. But when I finally reached home. I crashed like no ones business... into my bed I mean... I was EXHAUSTED... man I'm getting old. I remember Kat saying she was still hyper... plus she went to work and all.

Kids these days...

It was a great break from after the exams. I hope to go there again some time. Not too soon tho. 20 bucks for toll is pretty damn steep. Plus the long drive home.

Simply put... it was a blast... I had fun... thanks guys :)

Dreams... or Nightmares more like

This is the second day in a row I've had a shitty dream. Yesterday's was much more violent. I dreamt I had a fight with my brother. Quite a violent one. Then I went outside to check my mail. As I was checking my mail, I noticed that it was night fall already. A van full of people passed by and stopped in front of my house. A man brandishing something I could not see put it to my throat and threatened to kill me if I didn't let them into my house and hand over all my valuables. I broke the weapon and cut every single one of their throats. I could see the cuts on their throats and them gasping for air.

Today I dreamnt of my results for my exams. I dreamt that I got a C for a paper I'm very sure I got an A for. Call me a nerd, but I found it very disturbing and upseting. I woke up cursing.

I guess my streak of bad dreams has come back. Joy. Sleeping is gonna be so much fun again.

Sigh.

Baby's home...

She's not doing so well tho... the vet says its normal... but its heart breaking looking at her now... she's had like a quarter of her body shaven... and four stitches which look huge on her tiny frame... she's shivering from the after effects of the anaesthethic...

its totally heartbreaking and depressing...

I'm too distracted to even study for my finals now...

I can't wait till she gets better...

Love you baby... *tender huggles*

I'm cranky....

stolen from my bro's friendster :p ... BITE ME JU!

I'm cranky... sleepy... would like to take a nap but feel too guilty and worried about Baby to sleep... she was so happy going to the vet... she had no idea she was gonna be cut up... the poor thing... *SIGH*... no sleep till I pick her up tonight...

and extremely bored... so I went around spamming people testimonials... ahahah...came across some interesting pictures too! There was one which was pitch black and captioned 'spot the two indians'... lol...

any ways off to the books with me... later

Phew..

Advertising exams' over... I had two beers to celebrate and felt even more sick after that... no more beers for me that for sure... the exam didn't go so well :( I could only answer 4 out of 5 questions... so there goes my A... *SIGH*

baby goes for her spaying tommorow... am a little worried... she's so tiny... and they're gonna cut her up to remove her ovaries... :(

The worst part is that she can't move around for ten days in case the stitches pop. So she'll be in her cage for ten days. I sense much whining and protesting coming up for the next ten days. Can't be helped tho. She's such a hyper little mutt.

Worse still I have to wake up early to send her to the vet. *cries* I need some sleep desparately. Oh well... for the love of my pup... :)

Exam stress!

Here I am at 5.49am writing on my blog when i should be studying like crazy... i have 3 hours left to study for an exam i am completely unready for... but what ever... I'm sure I'll pass any way... but the A has flown the coop... theres no way I'm gonna get an A for this subject any more...

blame it on procrastination... i had three whole weeks to study and i left it to the last minute... and brilliantly... i fell sick at the last minute... vomitting, flu and a cough... was in no shape to study... in fact i slept through most of the day... almost 19 hours of sleep...

pretty crazy stuff huh?

3 hours to go... I'm worried sick... caffeine over dosed and about to go hyper at any time...

I just hope the questions I spotted came out... otherwise I'm in deep shit...

thats all from me now... to panicky to write anything witty or funny...

DAMN ALL EXAMS

A wonderful dream...

It was morning. I can't say what time exactly but all the guys were gathered at the basketball court near my house. We were talking and chilling out. Then we decided to make a move to college. Then I realised everyone's car was full. Fang's car was his old BCW 9841 car... so it was full of junk and had no space for me!

So I walked home and went to get my own car. But dad's car was parked behind it. Luckily I remembered Ming was still around. So I went with my brother to Ming's house to ask for a lift. Ming was like need a lift huh? Where to? I said college. He said to hold on for a while. So I told him we'd walk ahead.

While I was walking ahead, I saw Ming's car driving very erratically. And to my suprise it was my brother who was driving the car alone. I dragged him out of the car and slapped him. Saying he was too young to drive. He was still his young and chubby self. He was really angry and then tried driving off with a motorcycle. I dragged him off the motorcycle and slapped him again. (So much violence towards my younger brother!) Then he was super angry and stormed away...

As I was walking... I bumped into Gen and Audrey. Gen was wearing that same Esprit Spaghetti that I loved her wearing so much. So I greeted her as I always did. 'What are you doing here beautiful?' And she said 'I came to keep you company.' As we were walking and holding hands I told her. 'This is a dream. And I don't want it to end.' And she said, 'all dreams end... its just a matter of what you do when you wake up...' and she hugged me...

Then I woke up...

This dream is a combination of all the things I miss in life... the guys, my dad, my brother being his younger self, a sense of belonging... and not to mention Gen...

I woke up with a smile for a change and rush to write it down before I forgot it... Now I'm going back to bed... and hoping for a continuation...so back to bed for me... I still have a few hours to sleep before I wake up to study...

Been reading my blog archives...

http://thewarpedmind.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html

is probably the funniest part of my entire blog... then it kinda went downhill from there... as in I ran out of ideas and time to dedicate to the blog...

hey blame life for being emotionally distracting!

Anyway... out of respect for my younger more witty self... I shall dedicate this rant to me of September 2005...

Christmas is coming. Can you sense the excitement? Can you smell... smell... Yes... SMELL the money...

If Jerry McGuire screams 'Show me the money!' Christmas reeks of the same thing... MONEY...

Its not even called Chirstmas any more... its called 'X'mas... And the X factor being money...

Shopping malls are packed with drones buying needless presents and spending unnecessary money.

Everyone is cheerful and everyone is happy. Thats the important thing right?

Why does it have to be Christmas for exchanging of gifts to love ones? Its just and excuse and a poorly dereived one.

The celebration of the birth of Christ doesn't pepectuate that we spend money on ridiculous sales and promotions.

The whole thing is so commercialised it makes me sick. And I'm not even a Christian. Yeap. I'll finally admit it. I'm no Christian. I don't believe in God. I don't believe in Christ. I don't believe in any of that.

I do believe in the camaderie it pepectuates. But not the materlism it condones.

By the way... having a BBQ at my house for christmas... anyone wanna come?

HYPOCRITE

Failed attempt at blackmail...

I just took my shower and this was the conversation I had with my brother who was on skype with his girl friend...

Vince says:
pay me 2 bottles of beer

Vince says:
or i come running and streaking

k e n s e i `- Hillier ze ippo'! says:
ME ISH OFF WEBCAM

k e n s e i `- Hillier ze ippo'! says:
then only your screams wil be heard

k e n s e i `- Hillier ze ippo'! says:
as i castrate you

k e n s e i `- Hillier ze ippo'! says:
with the hair tweezers


theres gotta be an easier way to get some booze... sigh...

Dear Smephy

A kindred spirit
A gentle soul
The friend
that keeps me whole

A cheeky grin
An easy smile
while being there
all the while

through tough times
through bad times
tbrough writers blocks
and bad rhymes

Talkin to her
keeps me warm
And far far away
from any harm

A friend in deed
And in thought
She's all I ever
ever sought

Thank you smephy
for being a friend so true
I truely... truely
appreciate you..

Was it you?

It means so much
that it was
I don't know the reason
I don'r know the cause

Was it you?
Thats all I want to know
The thought it was
made me glow

Do I dare
believe u care
Please...
lets not go there

I just wanna know
was it you
just tell me
if this is true


that is all

A lil bit on the dark side

Heres something I was working on today... do tell me what you think... btw the plots not mine... its courtesy of Amir... I just wrote the story...

Exterior College, Afternoon.

Darren
What? Nadia, you’re leaving me?

Nadia
I’m sorry Darren. Its just not working out.

Darren
Why are you leaving us?

Nadia
Us?

Darren
Me. I meant me.

Nadia
Its not that I don’t love you any more. It’s just that you’re different now. I thought I knew you. But you keep changing in front of my eyes. I can’t keep track of who you are anymore. Its too tiring.

Nadia touches Darren’s face and Darren flinches away

Nadia
See. You never used to be like that. You won’t even let me touch you now.

Darren
It’s not like that. I’m… I’m just having some problems.

Nadia
You never talk about your problems with me. We’ve been drifting this past few months. You’re lying to yourself if you don’t admit that. We went through our own problems alone. Alone. We kept too much from each other.

Darren
You’ve made up your mind? After all these years, you’re just going to leave me?

Nadia
I’m sorry.

Raises voice till he is shouting.

Darren:
Sorry? Sorry isn’t good enough. We won’t accept that.

Nadia
Darren you’re scaring me.

Darren takes a deep breath and calms down.

Darren:
Go. Just go. I don’t want to talk about this any more. I don’t want to see you. It’s pointless. Just go.

Nadia
I’m sorry Darren.

Darren
Just leave Nadia.

Nadia leaves and Darren is shown holding his head in frustration and as if in pain.

Interior College, Afternoon.

Jason
Darren, did something happen between you and Nadia?

Darren
We broke up last week.

Jason
What happened? You guys have been together for years!

Darren
It’s complicated. I don’t really want to talk about it.

Jason
Okay. But she’s hanging out with this jerk now. He’s nothing but trouble. I’m just worried Nadia will get hurt.

Darren
Who?

Jason
Ben Wong. You know the triad? He’s all sorts of trouble. If you still care about her you’ll talk to her. But that’s up to you.


Darren
We’ve broken up. She can hang around whoever she wants to. It’s none of my business any more.

Jason
Don’t lie to yourself. Look at you. You’re trembling.

Darren’s fingers are curled into a fist and he is trembling violently.

Darren
I’ll think about it.

Exterior corridor, evening.

Nadia is shown holding hands with Ben. Darren appears from the edge of the
corridor.

Darren
Nadia. I need to talk to you.

Ben
You’re Darren aren’t you. Nadia’s told me about you.

Darren
Nothing good I’m sure. I need to talk to her. Do you mind?

Ben laughs.

Nadia
Is something wrong Darren?

Ben
You don’t have to talk to this dude Nadia. You’re broken up after all. You’re with me now.

Darren
Why you basta….

Nadia
Go on ahead Ben. I’ll catch up with you.

Ben stares at Darren and kisses Nadia in front of Darren.

Ben
I’ve marked you. You’re mine. Don’t be too long now.

Darren scowls as Ben leaves.

Darren
It didn’t take you too long to get over me now did it?

Nadia
Don’t say that. It’s not true. Ben’s been there for me all this while. While I was struggling to keep things working between us.

Darren
He’s a triad. He’s nothing but trouble.

Nadia
You just haven’t seen the softer side of him. He’s a good man.

Darren
Better than me?

Nadia
That’s not the point. He’s different from you. And I needed a change.

Darren
What’s so wrong with me you needed a change?

Nadia
Please Darren. Let’s not talk about that. What is it you wanted to talk about? If it’s about Ben, I know what I’m doing. You don’t have to worry. He really cares about me. And that’s all I have to say on the topic.

Darren begins trembling.

Darren
You’re being stubborn.

Nadia
Some things don’t change I guess. I’m sorry.

Darren
We’re sorry too.

Interior College, afternoon.



Jason
Darren! You’ve gotta do something! Nadia’s been missing for three days. Her parents are frantic with worry. They’ve made a police report and everything.

Darren
Missing? How could she be missing?

Jason
I don’t know. It must have something to do with Ben. Something’s not right. Nadia wouldn’t just disappear just like that. Something’s happened! You have to do something!

Darren
What can I do? I’m just as lost as you are.

Jason
You’re her boyfriend. You were supposed to protect her. I told you Ben was bad news. But you didn’t want to believe me. Now she’s missing.

Darren
Enough. I’ll think of something. Now leave me alone.

Jason
I just hope she’s okay.

Interior Classroom, afternoon

Ben walks to his table to find a note. He opens and reads it.

Darren VO
Nadia’s missing. I know it’s you. Meet me at the corridor we met at four days ago if you want to prove your innocence. Otherwise, I’m going to the police. Be there. 9pm.

Ben speaks his thoughts aloud.

Ben
Crazy bastard. I can’t get the police involved. I’m in enough trouble as it is. I’ll fix him.

Exterior corridor, Night.

Ben is pacing nervously up and down the corridor. Darren appears.

Ben
You’re late.

Darren
And you’re guilty.

Ben
I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Darren
Where is Nadia you bastard?

Ben
I don’t know. Even if I did know, why the hell would I tell you?

Darren
I’ll go to the police.

Ben
You have no proof. No evidence. Who’s going to believe a freak like you?

Darren
I’ll find proof.

Ben
Till you do, we have nothing to talk about.

Ben turns around to leave. Darren raises a hidden baton and hits Ben on the neck.

Whisper
Good boys don’t do bad things.

Darren
Too late for that now. I’ll MAKE you talk.

Darren drags the unconscious Ben into his car.

Interior college Room

Ben is firmly tied up to a chair. He is covered with cuts and whip marks.

Darren
Are you going to talk or not?


Ben
I told you. I don’t know where she is.

Darren
You liar! TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!

Ben
You crazy bastard. Let me go!

Whisper
Good boys don’t do bad things.

Darren
Shut up! He’s left us no choice. Are you going to talk or not?

Ben
I’ve told you a million times. I don’t know anything! Just let me go.

Whisper
Good boys don’t do bad things.

Darren
SHUT UP! You leave me no choice then.

Darren brings pliers and holds on to Ben’s big toenail. Then, he pulls it off. Ben screams in pain.

Darren
Talk you bastard. Where have you put her? What did you do to her?

Ben
Let me go…. Please let me go… I don’t know anything…

Darren pulls another toenail out. Ben screams again.

Darren
You pathetic liar. Tell me where she is!

Ben
Please… please… please…

Darren
Talk or I’ll kill you…

Whisper
Good boys don’t do bad things…. Good boys don’t do bad things…

Ben
Please don’t kill me! I don’t KNOW! I REALLY DON’T KNOW!

Darren begins to talk to a mirror image of himself.

Darren
Maybe he really doesn’t know where she is. Maybe I should let him go

Whisper
Bad boys don’t do good things… Its too late now…

Darren
No its not!

Darren
Kill him. He killed Nadia. Kill him.

Darren
I should set him free.

Whisper
Bad boys don’t do good things… Bad boys don’t do good things…

Darren
I’m not a bad boy…

Darren
He stole her from us. He stole her. TOOK HER AWAY… Stole our love. Destroyed everything. Crushed our hopes. Made us this way.

Darren
Good boys don’t do bad things… good boys don’t do bad things…

Darren
HE TOOK HER. KILL him… KILL him…He stole her! He took her! Kill him… KILL HIM!

Darren screams and slashes Ben’s throat open.

Whisper
Good boys don’t do bad things…

Whisper
Bad boys don’t do good things…

Darren falls to the floor holding his head and screaming…

Flashback, Exterior Corridor

Darren
We’re sorry too.

Darren covers Nadia’s face with a piece of cloth. Nadia struggles for a while, then fall unconscious. Darren carries her to his car and puts her in there.

Darren
We took her. It was us. Why?

Darren
She was leaving us. For that cheap triad. After all we’ve done for her. She left.

Darren
We’ve got to find her!

Interior, Darren’s apartment, evening

Nadia is tied up on Darren’s bed.

Nadia
Darren! Let me go! What are you trying to do? What’s wrong with
you?

Darren
He is dead. We killed him. You are ours now.

Nadia
Who’s dead? Darren what have you done?

Darren
We did it for you… You won’t leave us now…

Nadia
You killed Ben? Oh my god… Darren you need help…


Darren
She knows too much…

Darren
Shut up… shut up….

Darren
She knows too much… we must kill her…

Darren
No… We love her… We’ll let her go…

Whisper
Bad boys don’t do good things…

Whisper
Good boys don’t do bad things…

Darren raises a knife.

Darren
We must kill her!

Darren
We love her! We rather kill ourselves…

Whisper
Bad boys don’t do good things… bad boys don’t do good things…

Whisper
Good boys don’t do bad things… good boys don’t do bad things…

The whispers become faster and faster… Darren screams and raises the knife and flashes it down…

ENDS

A song from the past

Oohooh ooh oohooh ooh...
C'mon!

I don't wanna go another day
So I'm telling you, exactly what is on my mind
Seems like everybody is breaking up
And throwing their love away
But I know I got a good thing right here
That's why I say (Hey)

Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever
Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u
You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u

I don't wanna go another day
So I'm telling you, exactly what is on my mind
See the way we ride, in our private lives
Ain't nobody gettin' in between
I want you to know that, you're the only one for me (one for me)
(When I say)

Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever
Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u (nobody)
You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u

And now, ain't nothing else I could need
And now, I'm singing 'cause you're so, so into me
I got you, we'll be making love endlessly
I'm with you (baby I'm with you)
Baby you're with me (baby you're with me, higher)

So don't cha worry about
People hanging around
They ain't bringing us down
I know you, and you know me
And that's all that counts (hey)
So don't cha worry about
People hanging around
They ain't bringing us down
I know you, and you know me
And that's, that's why I say (Hey)

Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever
Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u (come on)
You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u

Nobody gonna love me better, I must stick wit u forever
Nobody gonna take me higher, I must stick wit u
You know how to appreciate me, I must stick wit u, my baby
Nobody ever made me feel this way, I must stick wit u

what 20 cans of beer can do to you

I hold the phone close to me
till the screen turns black
and your number disappears

I wanna call so badly
the urge almost takes me over
but I keep it in check

I've drunk too much
Is that why I want to call
I wonder... I ponder

I need to hear your voice
I need to hear you speak
Say anything... anything at all

Its been too long
and I hurt so much
it been a year
so much has happened

so much I want to tell you
so much I want to say
but the words
all fade away

I'll speak in rhyme
once again
Pretend that you
didn't leave a stain

I'll brave on
like you never cared
like I never kissed you
like I never dared

I'll pretend
that we never hugged
the beers
that I never chugged

like you never said
that you love me
or the love
we'd grow like a tree

I'll pretend you never
said you love me
I'll pretend you never
said you love me

cause it hurts too much
not to think otherwise
cause I love you
no matter how unwise

Repost...

Torn

Chinese Series, Movies and my life

Been busy these few weeks... we had our premiere for all our videos that we shot during the semester... oddly didn't really feel satisfied with the final results... especially my final movie... it sucked... that what I think any ways... it didn't live up to the script... classical case of the book was better than the movie... damn frustrating...

We just finished a debate which we won on thursdays... that was fun...they said i was nervous cause my hands were shaking but I wasn't... its the medication, alcohol and ciggies that made my hand shake... I was completely calm... so that sucked...

I'm on semi holidays now... most of my classes are over... we had a couple of exams... one mid semester which I finished in 20 minutes and a finals which I finished in 15 minutes... I wonder if thats a good sign or a bad sign... oh well.. will find out soon enough... my results are out for the midsem next week... hope I did well...

I'm just waiting for my other final exams to come... so I've been doing what all students do during study break... CHILLING OUT! Lol... been watching lots of chinese series shows with my mom...quite the addictive these shows...

been in a pensive mood of late... holidays always get me down... theres nothing to do and it gives me too much time to think about things... which is why I can't wait to start work... just a year and a bit to wait... Patience is a virtue... I'll just have to keep my grades up till then...

thats me for now... later peeps

Fixed the labels

took me a while... but I've labelled every single post in this blog... all 161 of them.... reading through them... there were really good times... and some sad times... this blog's been with me more than a year now... its a slice of my life...

some posts were painful to read again... not because they were sad... but because they were happy... irony? I guess so...

Its more than a year and a half since we met... nine months since we broke up... in the short time we were together... I was honestly happy... Maybe it was fated for me to lose your number in that car accident... Funny... I used to call your number every night and I can't remember it any more... maybe its at the back of my mind... far far behind... some place safe...

Would you turn away
If I saw you walk by
Would I say something
Even manage a 'Hi'

What would you do
What would I do
If ever
I bumped into you

Would I hold you close
Your heart next to mine
Is there any love left
for me to find?

5000 hits

wow... thats a milestone for me... i know some sites get that per day... but still its alot for me... am pretty happy with that :)

right now I'm smoking ciggies called skl... menthol strawberry flavored... the best part is the smell... cause my mom doesn't nag abt the tobacco smell... its too light to detect... ahhaha...

well heres to 5000 hits... cheers to everyone who reads my blog :)

Exams

I'm finally done with my video... well... was actually done a few days back... it is a whooping 7gig in size... crazy... not really happy with it to be honest... I think Blur Witch was much better...

oh well... I have a debate to get ready for and a final exam to study for... am in no mood for it to be honest... when am I ever in the mood to study!

My mid semester was a disaster... I forgot two main points for one of the questions that I studied so hard for... heck I was done in like 15 minutes... *sigh*

oh well... thats all from me for now... to lazy to blog...

oh... and heres an idea for my new movie...

The story begins with a person who used to be a Siamese twin, James, looking for his other halve who was separated at when they were very young. They were born conjoined but when they were successfully separated, they were adopted by different parents.

So he posts fliers and posters all around looking for his twin. Ian sees the posters and bumps into Jonathan who looks exactly like James. So he brings Jonathan to meet James. Jonathan also happens to be an orphan. They get along fine. And hang out a lot together, asking Ian to keep the company so that it’s not so awkward and more fun. So Ian agrees and hangs out with them.

The twins get along famously well. Although James is more sickly than Jonathan, they have a lot of fun and do a lot of things together. Ian gets along with James very well as well. At times they say the same thing at the same time or have the same likes and dislikes.

This goes on for a week or so, when Jonathan comes back. He is visibly upset. He managed to persuade the orphanage to release his birth details. He tells James that there is no way that they could be twins because he checked his birth record and he was born as a single child.

James is crushed. Jonathan says he wishes to remain friends and leaves. James then goes to his drawer and pulls out half a shirt. It is the shirt he used to share with his twin. Ian realizes something and rushes home telling James he has something to do.

Ian returns home to find that he has the exact same shirt. The other half in fact. He thinks back of his life in the orphanage. The different foster parents he went through. Then he thinks about James and his rich family. He becomes bitter and burns the shirt.


Ends

True to yourself

I'm in the mood to write poetry... but the words won't quite come out...

I don't know what to write about. I need a muse. Maybe a dream like I had when I wrote Imagine.

Sigh lets not talk about Imagine... its going to be around 10 minutes shorter than it is supposed to be... what a depressing thought... but at least by tommorow it will be done... and I will be free to concentrate on other things...

I don't feel like concentrating on other things tho... I don't feel like doing any thing...

I just finished watching a chinese series... its called Face Fate... It was a good series... the special effects were impressive... the acting excellent... you really related to the characters... I can't tell you the names of the characters cause they were all in chinese and I can't remember them... but I still related to them...

At least I could... This character was doing things wrong... completely wrong and against his nature... for the love of a woman... and in the end the woman rejects him because he is not true to himself...

I guess being true to yourself if the most important thing there is... now if I could just figure out who I am...

Am in a pensive mood... gonna stop writing...

I miss you...

I'm pissed off

I'm sick and tired of this fucking video. I've put in countless hours of work and effort into it and it still didn't turn out the way that I wanted it to. Its like everything was freaking futile....

the damn video is 50% of my final marks... I know I'll pass the subject but there goes my A out the freaking window... and there goes my CGPA... You have NO IDEA how frustrated and pissed off I am...

I can't reshoot... Laura has cut her hair and exams... and I respect that...

I don't have a crew to shoot additional scenes... and I don't have any ideas for additonal scenes... I DON'T WANT ADDITIONAL SCENES... it was fine the way it was written....

I'm just plain frustrated.... motherfucking bite me

I did it for the beer...

Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker

Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm" You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone... Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-) You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear. Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing. The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person. Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life. You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face. Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

nah... LIL 1 asked me to

Sigh

I trusted you
leaned on you everyday
Then you went and hurt me
hurt me this way

Thrills of electricity
streak through my spine
when I broke
what was mine

now I'm hurting
and hurting real bad
feelin so low
and oh so sad

I can't move
can't stand up any more
too much pain
straight to the core

All the things
for granted I've taken
Now my blasted ankles
bloody broken

Never mess with women

The pin

Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually she slept through the class.

One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, "Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?"

When Mary didn't stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.

"God Almighty !" shouted Mary.

The teacher said, "Very good!" and Mary fell back to sleep.

A while later the teacher asked Mary, "Who is our Lord and Savior?", but Mary didn't even stir from her slumber.

Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again.

"Jesus Christ!" shouted Mary.

The teacher said, "Very good!" and Mary fell back to sleep.

Then the teacher asked Mary a third question, "What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?"

Again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Mary jumped up and shouted, "If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it in half!"

The Teacher fainted.


from kelly lee

Beer and women

Deadlines!!!

Lets see... I have to hand in all my paper work for Imagine on the 16th october ... finish a panadol soluble advert by the 19th october .... hand in my final video by the 6th November ... have a final exam for pengajian Malaysia on the 10th... have a final presentation on the 15/16th November... then a debate assignment on the 15th November... all in all I'm gonna be busy as hell for the next 3 weeks... then comes the finals in December... BOY! This is gonna be FUN.... the stress... the lack of sleep... I wonder if I'll crack up and go nuts... I hope not :S

The final video's been proceeding slowly... and mostly thanks to joe's camera knowledge... the acting on my part was plain awful... luckily Laura's saving the show with her good acting... what can I say? I'm too stiff to act... sigh...

still loads of work to do... surveys to fill in... interviews to make... this is SO gonna be busy...

Some one throw me a lifeline already... or at least some extensions!

Poems

Numb

Numbness all around
Stiff faced and cold
To a world you're alone in
To a world you grow old

Alone but surrounded
by meaningless people
Living life as
an emotional cripple

She flies by Julian Edwin
Here she flies to me,
on the midnight wind,
gliding on ebon wings.
gutting candles of lonely night.

velvet caress,
with the brush of cherry lips,
hold me, she whispers low,
fore dawn steals me away.

Bang....

I got into a car accident yesterday... things were really fucked up... pardon the language... but it was... my hand phone flew out the window (I was smoking) and got crushed by a car... so I had no means to contact any one... I was already dioriented by the accident... as I wasn't wearing my safety belt... then came the CALL MEN... fucking bastards... Took advantage of the fact that I was disoriented and panicked... the guy I hit had no license and wanted me to bring it to the workshop and pay for it... no way... the damage was too great... he was really starting to get agitated when the call men calmed him down... so I thought I could trust this call man... I asked him to tow my car to the police station... from there I could make phonecall where necessary... he asked me to sign some forms which I did... so that was that I thought...

when we reached the police station, the call men refused to release my car, insisting that I brought my car to their workshop to be fixed which I did not want as I have my own regular workshop and God know what they would do to my car if I sent it to their workshop... they refused to give me back the car keys... after some arguing and talking to their boss they finally agreed on a tow fee of 350 RM... which is more than double the price of standard towing... ridiculous... we protested but to no avail... pleaded but it fell on deaf ears... in the end we ended up paying the freaking 350 bucks...

to top it off I got a summons for 220 Ringgit for being the cause of the accident... dear got... 570 bucks excluding the repairs to my car and the persons car I have to pay for... thank God for insurance... but my premiums definitely going to go up... my 3rd accident in as many years...

all in all a pretty shitty day... did not get ANY work accomplished and I'm behind schedule like hell on my work... well thats all for now...

night

I'm tired...

Weep not loved one
Let the tears dry
The pain subside
as you gently cry

Weep not loved one
Ease into quiet slumber
While I comfort you
with a love so tender

Cry not dear one
Let the agony ease
Theres no one
you need to please

Cry not dear one
let the sobs disappear
And the touch of my hand
erase all your fears

Hurt not dear one
Stand tall and proud
Show no shame
Speak your name aloud

Hurt not dear one
Pick yourself up now
Concentrate on the healing
focus on the how

Weep not dear one
Cry not dear one
Hurt not dear one
for i love u... I am your son

Me, Myself and I

I went for a haircut on saturday... mom persuaded me to try dying it as well... so I did... since she was paying for it any way... right now I look like a VCD seller... at least I know I'll have a back up career should I fail as a copy writer...

got some mixed reactions... some people said it was nice... other people said it looked like I dyed it myself... yea... like I would actually BOTHER to do anything like that... anyway its kinda brownish but brighter... with some highlights to it... nothing fantastic... I cut my hair short so its spiked up right now... when I can be bothered to that is...

I get my glasses either tommorow or friday... depending on whether I go to class or not... Probably friday... then the so call make over is complete... I'll be a nerd VCD seller with a bad hair dye job... should turn a few heads... for the wrong reasons!

I swear I'll kill anyone who asks me for 5 star or 3 star... death by decapitation... mini decapitation if its a guy... normal decapitation if its a girl...

Up up?

this has got to be one of the dumbest ads I've ever seen... the only saving grace is that the chick is cute... I wonder how many females would actually buy bras because of an ad like this? seriously... do women really crave the attention of men staring at their boobs... I'm curious... gotta ask a woman this later... a woman or two... at least get an unbiased opinion... I don't need to ask men if they enjoy staring at boobs... anyone who is not a liar would say yes... but some how for me other parts of the woman's body seem more sexy to me... like the neck and the stomach... not pouchy kinda stomach... I mean a lean tummy... drool worthy... well thats just me I guess...

out for now... have another update for later

Weee...

I got an A for my Stalkers video... so thats COOL! for those of you who haven't seen it... its in my archives... so go check it out... its not too bad... :D

Who's your daddy?

this ones pretty funny... good ad except theres poor product recall since the ad is so overwhelming and the tagline so weak

The Lake House

This is by far one of the best movies I've watched for ages... I wish I could have written a script as original and intriguing as that... its certainly given me motivation to write something new for sure... just not quite sure what yet... if you haven't watched this movie yet... I strongly suggest that you do! It seriously worth the money... I wished I went to the cinema with... nvm that... I just wished I watched it with some one special :)


trust me... its that good... the only thing I would like to change is the ending... but thats cause I'm a sadistic person... ahha... ask me in the comment section what I mean... so I don't spoil it for people who haven't watched it yet...

Tequila anyone?

http://media.odeo.com/5/4/1/Tequila.mp3

credit to my noob brother :p

Do you keep stuff?

Are you a sentimental git who keeps and stores everything people buy for you or give you? Raise up your hands now gits!

Quite a few more than I expected... Unfortunately I'm one of those kind as well... I save and store lots of stuff people buy or give me... looking through my stuff now... I have A LOT of stuff that I've kept... some as old as ten years even!

The thing is... I used to burn stuff from ex gfs... start a great big bornfire and burn everything away... I stopped that habit when I was 23 though... I realised it didn't really help getting over them... so I quit burning the stuff... and started keeping em...

Lets see what I have here... a photoframe... ten years old... lots of letters... ticket stubbs... photographs... loads of stuff... envelopes... drawings... so many things...

I wonder why I bother keep this stuff...

More Ads

This is why you should move out

seriously

Don't mess with old people!

this one's hilarious... that dude got whats coming to him!

This is how a condom ad should look like...

definately puts all our ads we entered in the student council competition to shame... I'm embarassed to post my own ads now when I finally get them from joe... btw this condom ad is by students too...

Do you believe in love stories?

Do you believe in love stories
In happily ever afters
Instead of one night stands
and morning afters

Do you believe in roses
and sweet candies
Instead hoochie momma's
and sugar daddies

Do you believe in everlasting
For better or for worse
Or drinking in lust
to quench a basic thirst

Do you believe in love
So true and pure
Or the hurt and
heartbreaks you have to endure

So do you believe?
Cause I don't know
Kinda stuck in the middle
And wondering where to go.

Here By Me

I hope you’re doing fine out without me
‘Cause I’m not doing so good without you
The things I thought you’d never know about me
Were the things I guess you always understood

So how could I have been so blind for all these years?
Guess I only see the truth through all this fear,
And living without you…

And everything I had in this world
And all that I’ll ever be
It could all fall down around me.
Just as long as I have you,
Right here by me.

I can’t take another day without you
‘Cause baby, I could never make it on my own
I’ve been waiting so long, just to hold you
And be back in your arms where I belong

Sorry I can’t always find the words to say
But everything I’ve ever know gets swept away
Inside of your love…

And everything I had in this world
And all that I’ll ever be
It could all fall down around me.
Just as long as I have you,
Right here by me.

As the days grow long I see
That time is standing still for me
When you’re not here

Sorry I can’t always find the words to say
Everything I’ve ever known gets swept away
Inside of your love

And everything I had in this world
And all that I’ll ever be
It could all fall down around me.
Just as long as I have you,
Right here by me.

And everything I had in this world
And all that I’ll ever be
It could all fall down around me.
Just as long as I have you,
Right here by me.

Sick Sick Sick

I've been blowing my damn nose so often, I feel like a car horn owned by a manic driver. I feel awful... yuck is a total understatement.. and I can't sleep cause of the stupid nose... how annoying is that?

My nose has actually started bleeding... maybe I have nose cancer? Is there such thing as nose cancer? I wonder... if there is I probably have it...

I HATE BEING SICK!

Woot!

I got an amazing 28 out of 30 for my pengajian malaysia subject - malaysian studies... which is a miracle... cause I don't understand a thing about the subject and thought I was going to fail! I guess little miracles happen now and then... its a big cheer up for me after yesterday's downer... I'm down with flu now tho... can't stop sneezing... which kinda sucks... but woo hoo... I'm well pleased with myself... I think it might be the highest score in class... not too bad for a half wit eh?

well thats its from me for now... gonna get some sleep... or at least try to...

over and out

Vince

Saliva - Rest in Pieces

Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
Cause this hurts deeper than I thought it did
It has not healed with time
It just shot down my spine _ You look so beautiful tonight
Remind me how you laid us down
And gently smiled before you destroyed my life
Would you find it in your heart
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make it go away
And let me rest in pieces
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
You got much closer than I thought you did
I'm in your reach
You held me in your hands
But could you find it in your heart?
To make this go away
And let me rest in pieces
Would you find it in your heart?
To make it go away
And let me rest in pieces

Happy Bitrthday to you...

Wow... a year has come and gone just like that... its amazing how time flies and still I feel like it was just yesterday... I miss you still... I wanted to write a poem about it... but can't figure out the words... maybe it will come to me later... maybe it will be a happy poem cause we sure had a lot of happy times together...

maybe...

Love you

Blogspot is driving me nuts!

I can't host my videos.... My chatter box has fucking disappeared... what the hell is going on???

Update: My videos are okay now... but my freaking chatterbox is still missing... SOB... as in sonnovabitch... not sob as in cry

Update again : okay now its back... hopefully everythings okay now

Yuck to coffee

For those of you who've seen my advertisement for the Kancil Ads Awards... you'll know that I ate coffee straight from the bottle. Nothing tastes more vile in the world. And I had 9 table spoons of it! I didn't regurgitate or anything of the sort... but I sure felt sick as hell after that. I washed it down with some soya milk and that made me feel slightly better...

I was hyper after that... I couldn't stop talking... which is something very rare for me nowadays... poor sebastian had to put up with me talking crap until he reached his stop... I swear I saw him heave a sigh of relief!

Joe took some coffee pure too... but the wuss just chewed it and didn't swallow... he has some pictures of the process in his log so go check it out... http://joechoong.blogspot.com/

Eve's Talk with God

"Lord, I have a problem."
"What's the problem, Eve?"
"I know that you created me and provided this beautiful garden and all
of these wonderful animals, as well as that hilarious comedic snake, but
I'm just not happy."
"And why is that Eve?"
"Lord, I am lonely, and I'm sick to death of apples."
"Well, Eve, in that case, I have a solution. I shall create a man for
you."
"Man? What is that Lord?"
"A flawed creature, with many bad traits. He'll lie, cheat and be vain;
all in all, he'll give you a hard time. But he'll be bigger, faster and
will like to hunt and kill things. I'll create him in such a way that he
will satisfy your physical needs. He will be witless and will revel in
childish things like fighting and kicking a ball about. He
won't be as smart as you, so he will also need your advice to think
properly."
"Sounds great," says Eve, with arched eyebrows,"but what's the catch,
Lord?"
"Well.....you can have him on one condition."
"And what's that, Lord? "
"As I said, he'll be proud, arrogant and self-admiring...so you'll have
to let him believe that I made him first. And it will have to be our
little secret...you know, woman to woman

Stalkers video

stalkers video


enjoy

My advert

Update : Fixed



tell me what you think... apart from the eyebags and pimples.... haha

Eye bags make the man

Some people say glasses make you smart
Or braces make you look intellectual
Or a high forehead shows you're clever

but I say
Eye bags make the man
Late nights
Coffee
Hard work
No sleep
So Eye bags make the man
Buy me... I'm YOUR man...

My kancil awards advertisement... a little odd I know... but I wanted something original

Weee... Top 5!

My groups advertisements were voted top five by the judges... so we have TWO advertisements in the top five... pretty decent stuff... shows I'm not totally hopeless as a copy writer :D

too bad we didn't win tho... I wish I went to the prom now... would have been cool to see my ads on the big screen and people's reaction to it...

ah well.. there's always next year :)

Hilarious Ad

from joe

Keith Durban You Will Think of Me

I kinda got addicted to this lame song

I woke up early this morning around 4 a.m.
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
And ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's ok, there's nothing left to say, but
Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been, or what we should have been,
so...Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me
Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
But don't worry, I'll be fineI'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you, and on with my life
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need 'em
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
but you’ll think of me
So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need 'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And you're gonna think of me oh yeah
Ohh someday baby, someday
Ooohh…

Dear Mr Motorcyclist

If you wanna go kamikazee
And go splat on a car
Get away from mine
Please go far far

If you wanna crash and burn
Blow up and explode
I don't want to be the cause
So do take note

If you wanna scatter
Your body and bike parts
At least have the courtesy
To wait till I depart

If you wanna die
and be turned into road kill
I give a damn
But don't choose my car still!

If you wanna die young
And make your loved ones cry
Keep away from my car
I don't want to die!

So Mr Motorcyclist
Please be more caring
Cause guilt and your death
Are not something I want sharing


Stupid freaking motorcylists don't know how to value their own lives. This dude was in the MIDDLE of the road and cutting into my lane without signal or warning. So I honk him to tell him to get the hell out of the way. I don't want to turn him into road kill so I blasted it again. What was his reaction. The international language of the middle finger. So creative la! I also want to learn how to do! Damn moron. I should have just run him over and let him pay the price. He was in the wrong anyway. Hit and run. Then see who's finger lasts longer.

Damned moron.

Censorship

I just found out that I have a 12 year old reader of my blog. I'm flattered.. but also a bit worried... some of the stuff I post is pretty adult humor or dark... so should I censor my writing in order to protect these innocent minds?

http://thewarpedmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/lick-hung-chinese-school-parents.html

Nah! So not me! I'll write what ever I damn well please :D

Crazy Angel Eyes

She had
Crazy angel eyes
The kind where the world
held no suprise

Strong yet
A gentle brown
The kind you know
Has been around

There were
layers of cold
Melded in hurt
she never told

You'd cut yourself
on that stare
Stab yourself
in that glare

Cause she had
Crazy angel eyes
Warmer than love
yet colder than ice

She had an innocence
That was pure
A confidence
That was sure

A little crazy
A little unstable
But competent
and more than able

You could fall
into those eyes
Forget eternity
Impaled on the ice

Take a deep breath
to breathe a deep sigh
But any love
She would deny

Cause she had
Crazy angel eyes
Where theres love
She only see deceit and lies

Crazy angel eyes
I knew you
And withiin those eyes
is where my love lies

Radio Advert

Guy : Swallow it honey...
Girl : I don't want to...
Guy : Do it for me sweetie...
Girl : I just can't...
Guy : Come on... just try...
Girl : I can't... its too big...

Panadol Soluble Disolvable
Why Choke When You Can Swallow...

or

Easier on the throat... works faster...

thats my ad... now gotta find research to back up my advertisement

I'll put it away

I'll put it away
just for now
Till I stop thinking
Why and how

I'll put it away
safe somewhere
somewhere I can't
look and stare

Away from my eyes
Away from my touch
Away so I don't
Miss you so much

If we had a picture
A photograph
Of the times we smiled
the times we laughed

I'd put it away
I put it away
Some where safe
But out of the way

Cause if I keep
you too close
A silent pain
No one knows

The letters you wrote
The notes you scribbled
Beat the lousy poetry
that I drivelled

I'll put it away for now
Todays memory
Will be yesterdays
sweet story

I'll put it away
I'll put it away
Till I'm strong enough
To face it another day

Did I tell you

Anyone can write. I mean anyone. Its just a matter of putting your heart into your writing and letting the emotions flow through. I know a girl who hates writing... but wrote a letter that brought chokes and tears to my eyes... And she hates to write.... she was a silly girl who didn't like writing but wrote me letters because she couldn't speak to me... I miss that girl... she's become a stranger of late... and I don't know her any more... the letters are a year old... and so much has changed...

Anyone can write... its not a gift... its not a treasure...

which makes what I have pretty meaningless and worthless...

haha....

oh well... whats new...

DEFINITELY.... definitely... she taught me how to spell that.... she tried teaching me how to recite the months of the year but failed... hehe... some things aren't meant to be...

in more than one ways...

Fallen Angel

Bring me peace of mind.

What to do now?

I'm bored... really really bored... just spent around 2 hours playing snooker which was fun... then came home and became bored all over again... now I'm BROKE and BORED... awful combination...

I finished Joe's script... finally! Took me two days to write it... longer than it took me to write Imagine (The Ring) ... probably cause it wasn't my own idea... so I had to refer back to Joe's sypnosis a lot... it wasn't a masterpiece or anything... but then you work with what you have I guess... writing thrillers/horrors is definitely not my thing... I rather write a comedy any time! Then again writing romancy stuff isn't either.... but I still wrote Imagine...

Just thinking about Imagine stresses me out... I have to think up of a way to make wings for Laura... Wings that will look half decent and not cheap... then there's the acting to worry about... I honestly can't act... and I'll HAVE TO during this shooting... the thought terrifies me =(

We're yet to receive any other projects to do in college... so I'm semi free now... I just have to draw the story boards for Imagine... which is going to take QUITE some effort.... The three minute movie I made had like 15 pages.... so I'm thinking that the story board for the thirty minute one will have roughly 150 pages...

That is a LOT of drawing to do!!! I don't dislike drawing... but then again I don't like it that much either! Plus I have a make up exam to study for... I was sick for my Pengajian Malaysia mid semester... so I have to take it some time next week... sigh...

Life is full of chores

Distance

I sense the distance growing
between us between our love
and our pain
your pain carries you away
and I sit and watch
too tired to move along with you
too tired to take away the pain
I see the hurt other people created
and I cannot do anything
but love you and hope
you come to me
and
instead of moving on
drifting away
like a rose petal
in the wind

old poem I wrote

Wow...

I was just looking at my poem collection... I have 60 pages of poems written... around 30 or 40 poems all together.... pretty amazing... not all of it is good of course... but still thats a lot of angstyness in a document...

also it doesn't include the poems I lost or did not type out.... so I actually had more...

cool huh...

Letting go

Its been said that the hardest part of loving some one is letting them go. When I broke up with my 'fiancee' I gave her back every single memory that I had with her. From the AND1 shoes she bought me to the chess set we used to play on every other day. When I broke up with my first love I burned every single thing that reminded me of her. It was a big fire. Or at least I thought I burned everything. I later found little pieces of memories which I treasure now.

I learned my lesson then, I think. Burning or giving them away doesn't take the pain away. At the same time, it did give me a peace of mind. Outta sight outta mind as the saying goes. This time I've kept everything a certain some one gave me. From the love letters she wrote me, the box of memories she gave me, to the ticket stubs of every movie we watched together. I even listen to 'our songs' together some times. I still go through the stuff we call memories some times. Some times it brings a smile to my face, other times an empty space in the heart.

Lets talk about that empty space. Do we really need some one else to be there for that space to be filled? Some one to care for and to love to fill the hole in your heart? Are we as humans forever searching for that partner to fill that empty space in life? To ease the loneliness we feel in this world?

I wonder. Cause at times I feel fine. Things go on as they normally do. I get busy with college work and hanging out with friends. Then there are times, mostly in the quiet of the night when I start thinking about her. Wondering what she is doing. How she is faring. Wondering if she's thinking of me. Just wondering. This is when it strikes the most deeply. The sense of loneliness and emptiness without her.

They say time heals everything. I've forgotten how she looks like. Apart from her smile. But I still remember how she smells and how soft she was to hold. Simple things like that I remember but I forget how she looks. How she talks. I remember how she thinks though weirdly enough. She was a strange little girl.

Time hasn't really healed anything. Made it blurred perhaps. But definitely not healed. If anything did heal me it was writing 'Imagine' (The Ring). A lot of me went into that piece of writing. From the love story, to the broken family, to the loneliness. It was a script I wrote from the heart. Perhaps that is why it is good. I'm not being conceited. Personally I wonder if I'll ever write anything as good as that again.

The healing process is so slow that it feels like its not happening at all. But I'm sure its happening. I hope you read this :)

Thats all for now... enough pensive thinking. Don't wanna fall into a depression. Too much work to be done.

Procrastination

I'm am super procrastinating over the work that has to be done this week. I have to finish Joe's script by monday... exciting as that sounds... it isn't... Never been into writing thriller/horror scripts... guess this will be my first time... I owe him that much tho... since he's gonna be helping me shoot my final project... I guess its only fair that I write his final project script... hope it will be good tho...

I've been sleeping a lot this past two days... loads and loads... haven't done ANY work whatsoever... and I have a freaking test on Tuesday... mid semester for Pengajian Malaysia... a subject I've paid zero attention to in class so I'll have to study extra hard for it... JOY oh JOY... I can imagine it now... reading about the boring ass history of this rather unhistoric country...

thats me for now...

over and out

Death

Is it a cold touch
Or a warm glow
Does it make you shudder
from head to toe

Is it peaceful
Or a racking pain
Or do you simply give in
to the strain

Does he whisper your name
or simply take you away
Does he listen to what
you might have to say

So speak to me
Mr Death sir
theres so much
that I want to hear

Chivas and classes

I learned the hard way that Chivas and classes don't mix well. Sorta like vodka and coke. Awful combination. I ended up going to Joe's house that night after all. He msg'ed me around 2am. I got there around 2.15 or so. Pretty fast eh? Well there was drink involved, thus the accelarator pedal was pressed to the maxed. Well the max for my tiny little Kelissa any way. Around 150KMPH I think. Maybe a little less. The whole car was vibrating. Lucky I don't get sea sick easy eh?

So I reach Joe's place. He can't find his shot glass. So we end up using chinese tea cups for shot glasses. Not ideal but just as effective. We finished around a quarter of a bottle pretty fast. And ran out of stuff to drink. We were by the way supposed to be doing work. A condom advertisement. Which we were between drinks. Though I can't for the life of me recall what exactly we did. Any way, we decided to go out and buy more beer. So we went to the local 7 eleven and bought a large bottle each. Hey we were broke.... a large bottle each was all we could afford!

So we went back... drank some more... did a little more work... and before we knew it, it was 5am... or was it later? So we went to sleep. Joe's mom woke us both up around 8.30. After we both took our showers it was 9.00 and we were both officially late for class. So we rushed to class and barely made it before the 15 minutes late mark.

I was still tipsy from what we had drank and the room was spinning. The lecturers voice was ringing in my head like a bad ring tone. Can you imagine SIX hours of this? Finally when all of that was done, I was hoping Joe would go home but he had shooting to do. So me, Shirley and U-Jinn had to WALK to Joe's house, where my car was parked. Took us a good fifteen minutes. Me with my bad ankle and all.

By the time we reached, we were cooked by the sun and my ankle was throbbing so badly I could barely drive. I sent the two of them home and had to stop by the roadside a while to massage my damn ankle because it was so painful.

When I reached home, the first thing I did was take a cold shower then hit the sack. Slept for a good few hours... slept the hangover away and ignored the pain in my ankle.

So like I said... Chivas and classes.... they just don't mix... don't try it

Mission accomplished

Wee... I finished

1) Blur Witch Project script
2) Imagine Sypnosis
3) Imagine Script

the Blur Witch Project one was the most difficult to do... so much rewriting and rearranging... such a pain in the ass... the other two were basically minorish mistakes to be corrected and placing it into the right format... took quite a while tho... so I'm currently up to date with all my work when it comes to Field Productions Techniques... Excellent... no?

Am currently awaiting Joe to call... at 1.30 am... his just a few minutes has turned out to be around 45 minutes already... and I'm dying of boredom... supposed to go over to his place for some drinks and to edit the second TVC we are doing for the competition... from the looks of things I'll be sleeping instead... its 1.30 and joe still hasn't called... Kinda lazy to go now... it was 12 when we started planning it... Joe is always such a busy man... haha...

Hmm... today was pretty boring... mostly sitting in front of the pc and doing work... no basketball today due to the stupid ankle... sigh... so I'll just sit and rot at home...

What I miss

Its not easy
to say what I miss
from the moments hope
to the seconds bliss

The warmth of promise
The ease of a smile
Gentle and lingering
for just a while

Linger with me
a little while longer
Linger with me
while I get stronger

Don't turn around
turn your back
Linger with me
till I'm on track

Cause I'm a little lost
Cause I'm a little confused
Feeling a little low
Feeling a little used

Touch away the worries
Kiss away the pain
Ease the doubts
Erase the strain

Linger a while
Just a while
A little longer
Just a while

Boredom

My ankle is busted big time... I can barely walk... all because I tried to pull a fancy move during futsal... I was trying to flick it behind my left leg and managed to get my feet tangled up and I fell... XD.... must be the dumbest way ever to sprain your ankle...

thanks to the sprain ankle I've been out of the house ONCE in the past two days... bored out of my mind... not to say I have nothing to do... I have loads of work to just no motivation to do it whatsoever...

Piggy Cat

I once had a cat
that looked like a pig
some times it even
wore a big black wig

It was ever
so jumpy
with its feet
so stumpy

with a tail that curled
around your leg
with an ego that would
knock yours down a peg

she was big boned
not fat
theres no way
she'll let u call her that

round and round
rounder and rounder
piggy cat
was what we called her

she was PINK
not yellow, not black, not red
call her any other color
and you're DEAD!

dedicated to dear steph :D

Deadlines!

Arghh... deadlines are coming soon and I'm a little stressed out... my first video is due in less than 11 days and I haven't even started shooting it yet... supposed to start tommorow... am worried that I won't be able to complete it on time.... sigh...

also I've got some stupid pengajian malaysia article to do which is due on tuesday... have to go article hunting and write a 250 word review... 250 words... why bother at all? Such a waste of time and effort finding the articles in the first place...

I still have ammendmends for my third and final project, the script and the sypnosis to get done... lots of changes to be made... and I'm just too lazy to get it done... needs to be done by monday... sigh...

Deadline deadline deadlines...

If only I could be bothered...