Mom: You're not doing something related to Bee Gees?

Me: No mom.

Mom: Wait....

Me: Bee Gees comes after The Beatles, mom. I'm doing something related to The Beatles, not Bee Gees.

Mom: Bee Gees have how many people in there?

Me: Three.

Mom: Beatles have four?

Me: Yes.

Paul contemplates.

Ugh. Do not want.

Oh shi-

One perhaps

1. Perhaps what makes diploma students so productive is that they don't have a lot of emotional baggage. Hence, no doubts. Hence, full concentration on work. But that's just my assumption. I could be very very wrong.

2. I like positive people. Pessimists mope around being angry at the world and not doing much because they deem everything is not worth doing in this sick sad world. Hence, nothing is done. Their favorite phrase being "What for?" Well um, do as you wish, but I want to do things and get things done. Even though it might not save the world.

3. However, personally I'm not afraid of not having a job in future. But I should be afraid isn't it? But why am I not? Is there something that I've done wrong? Self-doubts. Help.

4. I'm not reading enough. Not even nearly enough.

5. You cannot unlearn anything. You store these learnt stuffs aside. Who knows one day someone would get you to carve something. (HOLY SHIT NO.)

6. I wish I could have my point of view. For the time being I'm seeing from multiple angles at once and contradict myself repeatedly. I detest that feeling. It doesn't get the job done; it's stalling my process.

7. Sense of accomplishment kinda sustains us. Except that last time it was a short process. Now it spans over the range of 3 months and a bit more. I guess not all of us could, how to say, fit in to this whole new concept. After all we've been stuck in that pattern for 11 years. Or more. But then again, we should readily adjust ourselves to it. Like splitting it into small goals and feeling a little accomplished when some standard is reached. And we should prioritize our given tasks. But then again, my priorities are fucked up. (See? I don't have my point of view. fml.)

8. Regarding to 3, perhaps I'd be a waitress in a restaurant. Then I'll draw when I have my day off. Waiters and cashiers and seemingly insignificant people are in fact great. Who's gonna serve if everyone has the same status? Someone's gotta give in. I don't know. Just a bite from the thought biscuit. Okay what am I talking. Oh, and I like the idea of someone in fact well-known is filling your cup of Coke.

9. The thought of working under someone whose ideology completely differs from mine kinda scares me. Like photoshop-ing paper money. That's one very basic example. Either I suck it up or I find another employer. Or I start my own. Spark a revolution wtf.

10. FFFF essay. Always afraid that I'm too general on things. And don't want to fuck it up like last semester. Bloody hell still want a theme. What you want, a party? You want beer with that?

11. I want to get my video done NICELY. PERFECTLY. But I neglected a lot of reading because of all that rotoscoping. BUT I WANT IT TO BE THE BEST I CAN DO. For the time being.

Doing layout byebye (See I can't prioritize. Bluh.)

Maybe after this semester's
Internet Culture class
I'mma gonna quit both
Deviantart and Facebook

Like
Seriously

But maybe I'll keep blogging.

I cannot control what I speak.

I cannot speak properly.

I cannot arrange my words in order.

I take very long to understand something.

I laugh uncontrollably.

I try to cramp my tummy by laughing.

I try to laugh until my tears stream.

I try to laugh until my brain goes hazy.

Nothing is solved, but nothing matters.

It's just that they get themselves beaten up into a bloody pulp
but I laugh until I get too tired to think rationally.

I DONT KNOW WHY EITHER
LIKE 3 WEEKS
LIKE NOT MUCH DONE
like forgetting to find henry about TVC
like failing to do Tay's stuff
AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA
FUCK.

See what I mean?

Hello.
I have no musical ears.

Rollercoaster-y long post

I don't know what happened yesterday and today.

Okay maybe fragments of them.

Like a little bit. And then some.

Afternoon was a mess. Tears were shed all of a sudden and not even sure of the reason why.

Watch broke. Messed up sense of time. Hates the feeling of having no control over things. I'm a control freak. Cooed and mooched and shook the watch. Nothing magical happened. Homework not done. Sat at the side of the bed, world around me spinning.

We need more watch technicians in Sunway. Searched up and down for one. Very very very fucking desperate. Young men in watch shops only sell watches. Thank god for the only one technician in Sunway. That plump old man with twinkly eyes saved my precious precious watch.

Saw lecturer. Talked. Walked the same route. Got almost the same things. Talked more. Guilt filled gut like acid, killed appetite. Should not have mothering instinct. He left, I broke like dam built by irresponsible people.

Ideas hit at desperate times. No idea why this happens. But I'm grateful. But now the effort put on developing the previous idea seems wasted. Life.

All of us were in class and then we were out.
Went down for some satay and the sauce is awesome.
Walked to 3 different locations for cheaper instant noodles. Bought them at the 4th location.
Convinced her mother that gaps will eventually close. Gaps cause moms heartaches it seems.

A lot of talking.
Discussed about semester break plans.
Video project. Outcome of video project.
A lot of syok sendiri. Caterpillars wriggling very geli.
Typed a lot about food, made mouth water for nothing.

Did some work. Forgot tablet. Priorities forgotten because of broken watch.
Furry bolster causes sneezes and instantly got thrown down the bed.
Had a dream of white cats and clouds. Woke up to the same image.
Realized money is quite important. Thank god for Singaporean money found in wallet.
Pondered about bloggers' mentality. Stupid radio promoting commercialism. Confessions. Boohoohooohooo. Primary school memories.
Ipod not working. Then suddenly worked because it's having its PMS it seems.

Switch off button is not eject button.

That's all for these two days.

Want to make short movie about idiots who think they are.