[ Monday, July 26, 2004 ]
i dont know how i did it but i managed to sprain my thumb.i really shouldnt have time to read, but it seems that that is the only productive thing im doing nowadays. im beginning to think i will never be good at anything. im not smart enough, not strong enough, not pretty enough, not thin enough. sometimes being mediocre means having it easy. whatever. my simple-minded brain is telling me not to give a shit.
did i mention im taking tennis as a sort of PE module? well i am. and i hate every fucking minute of it. i wanted badminton [really badly cos thats the only thing im semi good at] but it wasnt offered so it was either tennis or aerobics. not much of a choice innit. now i wish i had taken aerobics.
its only what, the first week of the second month of school and already i have to go scout for places to shoot my final year project tomorrow. now im thinking 'dudeeeeee' because i was born a procrastinator but i guess its better that i do it now, not later. actually im not thinking that at all [hah!] but its not my decision anyway since its a group thingy.
tuesdays=longest day EVER.
anyways, HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY to nurul asyaqinah [craziest person in the whole wide world]. go and have your first legal cigarette whore!!
soma coma [9:25:00 PM]
[ Tuesday, July 20, 2004 ]
alfred hitchcock was afraid of eggs.benicio del toro is hot and i dont care what anybody says.
"are you not aware i get farty and bloated with a foamy latte!" i watched zoolander when i should have been sleeping/working on one of my reports.
i will update more when im not having these monthly cramps or when my back stops hurting like a bloody motherfucker or when i stop feeling like i want to die.
soma coma [11:48:00 PM]
[ Friday, July 16, 2004 ]
oh my god. everybody knows everybody else! this is scaring me.friday. pretty boy. friday. pretty boy. stop it.
i realised that once the curls are gone, my hair will be really fucking long mate. i miss my bangs lah. now it wont grow back like it used to. i need to stop obsessing abotu my hair goddammit.
okay imagine this. theres this girl right. lets call her X. i read her blog from time to time. and her boyfriend, Y, knows my friend, Z. so X's blog is filled with how much she and Y are in love[yadda yawn yadda] and how great a boyfriend he is. so Y and Z are from the same school. and... Y starts flirting with her. and Z knows he has a serious girlfriend and asks him about it. and he says stuff like how they're not close anymore [and other shitty excuses]. so imagine me. ok wait, i'll tell you. i am enjoying every minute of this man! yeah i know. im sadistic like that.
who's going baybeats tmr and sunday? say hi suckers.
soma coma [11:16:00 PM]
[ Tuesday, July 13, 2004 ]
oh.my.god. i am so tired. i hate tuesdays now, i think. i have 3 classes on tuesdays, with an hour break in between. and 2 of these 3 classes are 3 hours long! gaaaaaaah.today in class we watched this film, by Luis Bunuel and Salvator Dali
wow. very avant garde. the lead actor looks like jonathan rhys meyers[aka brian slade]. i dont think everybody in the class enjoyed it. i certainly didnt enjoy the scene where the man suddenly slices the woman's eyeball with a razor! man, i think i acted like a total girl. i shrieked and like covered my head with my classmate, huda's sleeve. EYEBALL. i have this weird phobia about my eye[balls]. i don't like rubbing my eyes and i dont like seeing people rub their eyes [especially amalina! you rub your eyes like all the time!] and part of this phobia is caused by my dad cos after a shower, his eyes are like really really red. GROSS. there's nothing more scary than an eye injury man.
yeah i know, right. like you guys give a shit about my eye phobia.
after that short film, we watched Vertigo, by Alfred Hitchcock
okay i cant say much about it cos i was sleeping.
i like how i have friends in school, because honestly, i was totally all about being an anti-social loner.
am i the only one who doesnt work well with alarm clocks? i cant even hear the freaking alarm half the time. and the other half is me pressing the snooze button and going back to sleep.
oh yah. baybeats this weekend, and my canon had to die on me. blimey.
soma coma [9:22:00 PM]
[ Friday, July 09, 2004 ]
first assignment ever=film analysis on Scarface. Scar-effing-face. man, i love this shite!"say ello to my little friend!" *bangbangbang*
soma coma [11:20:00 PM]
[ Sunday, July 04, 2004 ]
i have no idea how to start this entry. it seems like i have a lot of things to say but oh well. you know how it is.the past week was much better than i had expected. i was totally expecting to spend money that i dont have on taxi fares but taadaa! i am living proof that miracles do happen! if you know me, you'll know that i am probably the laziest person on earth. but i didnt take any taxis at all the past week. although i would be much better off if they had told me that to reach the bloody media block, hiking boots and tools would be required. stupid hills. doesnt the word escalator mean anything to anyone nowadays?!?
my classmates are fine. the girls are all eager and shit [some at least] and the boys are all about being in bands playing 'emo-punkrock'[pssh] music, although one would think that that only mattered to 16 year olds. did i mention these boys were chinese? they probably matured much later than our very own mats. but other than that, they're great. i mean, as great as classmates can be. i'm not expecting like 'oh my god! friends forever!' kinda shit so it's all good.
the modules im taking this semester are okay i guess. out of the 5 that im taking, the ones that i like most are storytelling and introduction to film. the other 3 are location video/sound production and art & design. i would have liked art & design better if the fact that i cant draw for nuts didnt affect the overall appeal.
i have else to say actually. oh, except for this totally unimportant fact. Ikindapermedmyhair. oops! i now look like a deranged poodle and/or like i put on my dad's mini-afro wig from back in the 70's. but who cares right! i mean, it's just for 4 months! what IS 4 months anyway?!? just shut up and try to hold your giggle the next time you see me.
i need money lah.
edit; oh oh oh! i feel like punching the people behind the Stepford Wives's movie poster and trailer. Way to spoil the ending suckers! honestly though, i dont think the movie be as good as the book. nicole kidman looks hot in the poster though.
soma coma [10:25:00 PM]
