Tired Day

Drama Club didn't go very smoothly today.

We started out trying to balance a miniature soccer ball (with a thin sheet of plastic covering some kind of cottony material inside) in the air, making sure it don't falls on the ground. Naturally, it did; many times, too.

I was supposed to be meet my ITE friends over at Wild Wild Wet today. But, once again, my poor memory (or rather, poor sense of focus) got to me, and I had only remembered about the trip when the returning train had reached Queenstown.

There was no way I was going to head all the way back there.

It seems like Jordan's busy with stuff at home, too - according to him, anyway. Guess I will have to ask him about that job at 'Wall's' another time, preferably tomorrow, if that staff does pick up this time.

I was, again, kinda disappointed, of course. I actually got hold of some pretty hilarious jokes over at TalkingCock.com, and some more from Muttons To/At Midnight. But what the heck - his loss, I guess.

Back to the Drama Club.

After that little ball-bouncing activity lasting about fifteen to twenty minutes (I even scrapped my ring finger throughout it), we were asked to bring a chair over, sit down, close our eyes, and relax every muscles in our body as he whisper softly, getting us to get in touch with our emotions while reacting to them (while, still keeping our every muscles relaxed). A very yoga-like activity. Quite boring. Nothing to do with script-writing 101.

Yes, I had only signed up for the Club in hopes of learning something about becoming a great director - not do this yoga sh*t that actors need to learn.

Guess I could use these lessons to properly handle my actors in the future. But still, it's quite boring. Heck, even more boring than Lulu's drawing lesson at times - and that's scary.

Sigh. Now I've got nothing to do at home. My XBox 360 is probably still broken. I don't own a PSP or any cool PC games worth playing again.

Well, maybe I could go check out The Sims 2 again... I was actually hoping I get some writing done today.

Yes, I have returned to Writer's Land once again. This time, it's about a project I had already been thinking about for quite a while - a Digimon Adventure live action film. But first, I need to get in-root with the characters first, especially with their personalities as I need to know what actions they would take and what they would not. Thus, I had decided that I would write short stories portraying the persona of each 'Chosen Children' first. The other reason I need to do this is to ensure I stay with the writing this time. For too long have I worked on uncompleted works that ended up with merely some two to three chapters. This will be a practice for me, and since they will only be short stories, they should not burn me out that quickly... I hope.

Well, I am going to check out my Sims 2 discs now. Hopefully, they are still intact. Or else, don't expect me to write another entry either. I would probably be too 'sian' to write in again by that time.

Till next time,
Long Live Good Movies

Also, from now on, I will recommend at least one good movie in each post.

Today, we have

This is a very little known movie in Singapore, especially among the 'tweenies' nowadays in colleges and/or educational facilities (schools) of lower levels. If you had actually sat through AVP/AVP-R without quenching even a bit, this movie should suit you finely.

What A Surprise

Well, what a surprise - J ain't going to the SAF vs Woodlands match occurring later on at the Chua Chu Kang stadium. Not that I actually like watching soccer that much myself, just that I thought it would be another good, quality time-spending moment for us again. But, ah, well, what the heck.

Fuck him.

The Faggotry...

Ugh, just finished arguing with this jerk about the intelligence of Pixar movies. Why is it so hard for people to appreciate Pixar films are art-forms? It's already sad that the all-so-mature adults could not stray from cynicism for a moment to see the truth, now even the teenagers, too?

It's not cartoon, folks; it's animation, and even that is not considered as a genre. As the great director of The Incredibles, Brad Bird, once said, "(Animation) can be horror, sci-fi, romance; any genre."

Ugh, now I'm a little obsessed in waiting for his reply, so that I could really bash him up for good.

I know, I know, I'm supposed to be subduing my temper problem. I'm supposed to be doing a lot of things. Going to church, saving up cash the proper way, eat healthy, revising for my future exams, but I've done none of them - save the second one which I did quite a poor job at.

Sigh. It's still so tough nowadays to be working hard with all these emotional traumas I've been getting. I've had a little conflictual moment with Gabriel (not sure if I've spelled his name right) yesterday. I've never really liked him, but most of the time, that's because of his relationship with Jordan.

I've gotta admit, I'm still quite jealous. Not because he hangs out with Jordan more than I do with J (J actually spends more time with me), but because whenever J does hang out with Gab, he always took me for granted, like I just don't exist at all, unless when Gab does notice me (which is ironic, for Gab to be the one outta the two to notice me first, always).

In fact, just like yesterday. When I've met up with him at the bus-stop closest to Gab's house, J simply nudged his head in reply to my 'head-nudge greeting,' and after that, it's all silent. He didn't bother to talk to me - at all - which is cool and all, but he didn't even bother to reply me after I asked him if Gab have return his call (J kept trying to reach somebody on his phone on our way to Gab's house).

It's always the same, that's why it kinda left a shadow in my life. Whenever 'that name' was mentioned, I feel as if my heart had dropped. I thought, 'Yep. It's over. Better not get me to meet Gab, too, 'coz I know I would be the 'appendage' of the meeting... again.'

And I have no choice, either. My parents ain't much of a family to me. My mum couldn't understand me more than half of the time (and thus, gets on my nerves). My dad's just a fucktard who continuously questions my every action (mostly when it's regarding his money) ever since I've stolen those ten thousand bucks from his and my mum's account (it's five thousand per account, BTW), which is about, like, three to even five years ago for all I could remember.

Okay, maybe shorter than that.

And since my folks can't be the caring duo, all I've got to yearn for is my friends, of whom half of them suck as friends. My new ITE friends couldn't give a damn if I'm dead or alive. Pretty much the same as my old Secondary School friends, but more bo chap than ever.

And Jordan, my 'supposed' bestfriend. I still couldn't remember a single moment when he saved my ass before, or at the least, helped me out on any issues. I must've at least helped him more than five times back in Secondary School. Nowadays, I just feel indifferent towards helping him, but more than often, my heart softens.

Sigh. If only I'm a cruel bastard.

Heck, I've even bought him a birthday present - once. Did he get me anything on any of my birthdays at all?

Yeah. Yesterday. Midnight. He gave me three words. "Happy birthday, bro," before getting me to go through that meeting with Gab later in the afternoon, which has not much celebration for me, but what the heck.

I guess I could had not gone to Gab's house and stay all lonely and emo at home instead, for my birthday.

Heck, even my parents forgot about my birthday. They didn't even mutter once about anything regarding my birthday. Fuck them.

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My life is fucked up. I should rename this blog as "Fucked Up Falls."

Fuck this.