Friday, December 05, 2008
,5:29 AM
of late i have been a very good and a bad boy. i cannot go into details because it is 532am now and i am a very tired man. i have just completed my final model, feeling nowhere near good because i spent only 14 hours on it.
just to update a little, i traded my d40x body with my classmate's d70. i think i am happy with the trade. i played with the camera for 2 hours and took a few shots - i call this mini series At Work.
what do you think of the pictures baby.? i dno why, but i especially like the first one. don't you think it's such a well taken shot.? lookim beams.that day, i was on my way to school on first seat upper deck of bus 74 when my nose decided to play a trick on me. it released many many many many blood. i was unaware, wiped my nose, and continued resting my hand on the bag that was on the empty seat beside me. i looked up and watch the TV. office mobile reported, "Hilary Clinton appointed as state secretary." i pulled down my earpiece and concentrated. then i finally saw the bloody hands. i look down on my very bright-coloured sc bag and oh gawd, what magnificent contrast. the rest is better left unsaid.
another thing, my new maid arrived 2 weeks ago and did a very daring thing yesterday. she was homesick. very homesick that she cried during her sleep. on a pleasant wednesday afternoon, she decided to dial 999 on my home's telephone. the officer on the other line said, "clementi police station." my maid freaked out and pulled down the phone. 1 hour later, the police arrived at our doorstep. my brother opened the door and greeted the 2 police officers. shock-ed. we contacted the agent and found out the truth behind the story - all maids went through the same ministry of manpower training before signed in an agency, in which were taught that one should dial 995 in the case of a fire or a serious injury, and 999 if you need help. true, my maid needed help.
i love maids. i have no idea why. we laughed to ourselves when we realised our previous maid's name is amanda. this time, i almost rolled on the floor. "hello, what is your name.?" "hello sire, my name is adeline chua."
NIN NA BUAY.
then we later found out her grandfather was a chinese. i hope my next maid's name will be something as cool as paris hilton. ohwell.
yes, that day, i was with my mom at the coffeeshop when we met one of my mom's friend. we asked her to join us for dinner, and so she did. when my mom went to the restroom, the auntie, my mom's friend, started asking things about me. after my introducing ourselves to each other, i learnt that she has a passion for dancing. she told me, "you must pick up a hobby. learn something, so that in future when you grow up, you will be special. like play basketball, or swimming, or any hobby." i thought to myself, "true. this auntie makes sense. should continue listening to what she has to say." she continued, "like for me. i like to dance a lot." i half-believed what she said because judging from the number of wrinkles she has on her face, even line-dancing might want her life. but then i continued listening. i was absorbing every single thing she was telling me. until...
"I EVERY THURSDAY LEARN DANCING IN A STUDIO ONE. VERY GOOD FOR HEALTH."
okay nmind, this one, dou okay de. i relac. BUT THEN...
"WE DANCE A LOT OF DANCE. MOST OF IT IS HIP HOP DANCE. BUT SOMETIMES WE GOT DANCE SALSA."
that's it - whatever good impression of her (though short-term) initially vanished in a blink of an eye. i could only smile at her like an idiot, the only most polite way of suppressing my laughter.
HA HA HA.! DARLLLLLLLL~