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14.8.02 hurrah. at the blink of a very lethargic eye, homex has un-arsed up on me. decided not to load the basketball pics since i'm not in a very comic mood all thru the day. and yesterday. but before we begin...i encountered the most anal-retentive jam i've ever experienced since tertiary education. in the time it took for me to travel from braddell to macritchie, i've probably have reached bangkok on a boeing. just a rough estimate. alighted the bus at westlake + strolled (at 5kph, compared to the bus's literal 0.5kph) to take sbs 156. encountered my sidekick, blackman, who was sleeping in a 5-inch-thick parka. sleep at times a normal human being would you pansy, "sleep is ghey" is a phrase which you use on primary school kids who lead more meaningful lives. cough. mc chinnyboo was seemingly fine + kicking with his usual fervour & intesity we all love him for. good thing that the fact we arrived 1 hour late for class didn't give him any facial cramps. i had photographic evidence anyhoo: 
(even evidence has to follow a few composition rules of photography..) spent the rest of the day slacking about + waiting to use the recording studio which we booked at 6pm. most of the redundant time was spent on lunch, smoke, watching monty python's holy grail (slept 1/3 way, motivated by blackman.), sitting around, and midday supper. 
(how intelligent of me - sleeping in SIM for more than an hour with my contacts on.) 
(its 6pm, fluorescent light is shining, eyes are bleeding, lift is coming to take us up to the recording studio. ack.) we procured the sadistic genius of cain for the studio recording. he was to be our goth/punk/sadist-ish voice talent in our (justin/randy/richard/i) radio jingle. *laughter* the carnival is in town ... tickets available at the entrance ... call for more details ... *laughter* that was part of what poor cain had to say - we had to do so many takes all the way till 10pm. t'was me first taste of long, long days in FSV. justin + randy experienced that last semester with locsound. where everyone could play football in the studio overnight. enough ghey banter! 'tis making me sick beyond comprehension! :P here're a few pictures taken over the past week which i didn't really bother to upload. till now. 
(sunset at NP. those bare trees next to the octagon always caught my fancy..) 
(covert barter being carried out in the medium of french fries) 
(they should be printing these sorta pics on ciggie boxes. the yellow stuff really freaks me out.) 
(hanbin takes up the film-less SLR photography craze) 
(young parent with her little nipper) 
(moulting old pigeon on the brown ledge on top. drawing its last insignificant breaths. even less significant that the baldy who'd soon receive the bird's final crap) 
(justin's learnt pretty well from the kid in the Matrix... he bent the fork to this state just by pushing it against the table. bravo!) 
(whoa, the 'blind everybody in the lecture theatre' craze is fast sweeping the MCM cohort too..) 
(abstract self-portrait of the ever self-conscious justin) 
(randy evenly distributing dust around his eye, having dropped his contact lenses in a freak 'rubbing accident'. was on the way to watch this german-dubbed, english-subtitled, english film [the irony, eh?] with justin + i.) 
(err.. the audio jingle group watching 'accidental porn' on alison's laptop. the pornstar had some sort of bunny fetish. cough.) 
(a drop of water. ooooh, the suspense!) that is all for now. more recording tomorrow before photography - let's hope my chromatic scales don't end up like cain's mental pronunciation of "children". "chiiil-ren" sounded real ball-banging in the recording studio. in a manner of speaking. cheers. 0 Comments: |
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