Wednesday, May 06, 2009
,1:59 PM
hello world. on the 30th of april, i walked the aisle of esplanade theatre, down the escalator and arrived at the esplanade waterfront stage. a guy named gerald-ine walked up to me and told me that the record label's (also the organiser of the gig) official photographer couldn't make it last minute. so, gerald-ine, being the very good and fat friend he is, proposed to the organisers that he has this really charming and cute friend, who loves hogging people's camera and of course, eating butter chicken and mr patrick at al ameen, that has a thing or two for what is better known as photography. i told gerald-ine this: this is when a bean will grow into a beanstalk, like the one in jack and the beanstalk.
13 minutes passed. my right pocket felt slightly heavier. the photographer's pass read Thomas Tan. but i thought it was fine. your photos are indeed perplexed, if it's a correct word to describe photos.
yesterday, the people at the W5a studio glanced through my documentation, and couldn't stop showering all these lovely praises on me i thought i was in the bathroom up in heaven. eh wah, damn nice leh X joey you're damn hardworking leh X omg are we expected to do this X eh you sketch until damn nice X your words like typed come out one X and many others. the people caught the attention of sherry, my lecturer, when she was walking past, and started all over again with their barrage of praises. i sat down there, looked down, and continued filling up the A3 pages to add on to my documentation. of course, this met with the protests of the people. eh you do so much stop doing alr leh. they told the lecturer to look at my work. i think she nodded. wait, i think she didn't. but that's not the point. because at the end of the day, she still commented that i was a repeat student. on hearing that, the people almost in a tossing action dropped my documentation on the table, and i thought i heard someone heaving an almost inaudible, "cheyyyy,". this is what i call punkrock and this is what i call we ought to seriously and immediately fuck the fakeshit. after this torment, i was glad i had shahridan and lhc to meet up with. uniqlo was... plain and not exactly VERRRRY VERRRY VERRRRY cheap like what they claimed it was supposed to be.
at 0955, i was in area j, in car no.50, doing some leg exercises which involves the stretching of legs to successfully depress the clutch pedal. of course, that only applies to cute people like me. i think my instructor couldn't instruct because he didn't give me any instructions. beautiful sentence structuring there. he drove a few rounds the circuit, eventually stopped at this yellow line, and asked for a change of seat. mr instructor opens the door, steps in, sits down, finds the lever on his left, pulls it slightly to recline his passenger seat and proceeds to put his hands around his head in a total relaxation mode. i drove round the circuit a million times. the only time he spoke was when he felt i needed to up my gear. he went, "gear 2." and continued in his resting position.
i pay $68 to smell my instructor's armpit. luckily my seat is so far in front the stomach is having intercourse with the steering, and my instructor had his passenger seat reclined.
okay, i need a smoke now cos gerald just said, "roy's taking,".