Wah lau, the picture's size is so retardedly puny. Click on it to enlarge it alright! Just realised that all the pictures are super long time ago, way before I had my hair cut. C'mon people! Reminisce!
Today was a fairly interesting day.
First of, there was this interview for Project Vintage. Trust me, I have got no idea what I was supposed to do and say, much less know about Project Vintage. And stupidly, I should have seen it coming earlier- that they were going to ask me what Project Vintage is about.
I just said that, 'Ohhhh, all I know about Project Vintage is that we take photographs of old people and get to know their life stories.. yada yada yada'.
They nodded.
Okaaaay, I guess I passed the question.
'Do you know how long is this publication?'
At this point of time, wah, I was suuuuuper confident. Before the interview, I was talking to Dennis about the whole DAE thing, university and future prospects and all when he mentioned that the project lasts for about 2 months.
'2 months' with a super broad grin. Confident like hell.
A super long pause and staring among the 3 interviewees, 'Ehh, well, not really. It's stretched a little further. We want the project to finish by the end of May'.
Lesson 101. Never trust Dennis ever again. Unless you can see that he's super serious about something like university or studies. Then again, every now and then, something random and retarded always pops out of his mouth. Sigh, what did I do to deserve this?
For the rest of the interview, I basically err-ed all the way, stumble on my words and did everything but anything to impress them. Ah well, I'm not gonna put to much hope on getting a place in Project Vintage since it has only 4 seats. Macham Parliament liddat.
Of course, that being said, it'd be awesome if I garner a place in Project Vintage, a super colourful thing to put in portfolio. Man, it'd be so great. Really. WOO!
Then, I have to think about what ifs, if I get selected for Project Vintage AND for NP's Mass Comm (WHAT IN THE FUCK'S WORLD AM I GONNA DO?!) or what in the world am I gonna say to these old folks (since I 'boasted' to the interviewees that I can speak basic Chinese and a little of Hokkien. :O 'Ah ma, le jia bak bui'? Holy shizz).
Ah well, if it comes then I'll think about it.
After the horrible interview, went back home and while taking the bus back, this kid sat at the seat infront of me.
This kid is the kind of kid whereby you see him but you don't really see him at all. Eh, take it this way. It's those kind of situation where you see this someone and all you know about him is that he exists and takes in the same type of air as you. If I were to prod you further about what else you know about him, you'll prolly break down and cry because you don't know anything about him.
I'll quote this phrase from A Walk To Remember.
Now, instead of 'love', you substitue the guy's name into it. So it becomes,
'Love is like the wind. You cannot see it but you can always feel it'
'Loser Tan How Lian is like the wind. You cannot see it but you can always feel it.'
This guy sat in the seat infront of me and from the time he walked into the bus to take a seat until approx. 5 minutes before my bus-stop reached, he had a freaking spider on his collar.
While I'm not an arachnophobic (fear of Spidermans), I was kinda ticked off that I was in the position whereby the spider can easily jump from his collar to my hair, so I was thinking of getting another seat but aiya, too lazy to look around so I just stuck to my seat, fixing my eyes on that spider.
That spider is probably the size of your thumb's fingernail but has legs as long as a nostril's hair. Serious!
The guy started to take out his textbooks to read (who in the world takes out textbooks to read while killing boredom? Haven't you heard of day-dreaming? It is waaaay more entertaining than textbooks!) and I was sending the boy some powerful mind-signals, 'Don't you fucking flick your collar. Omagawd. Stop fidgeting and moving about! Just stick your buttocks to your seat until I get down. As for you Spidey, don't you jump to me, you small fry.' which apparently worked.
So while fixing my eyes on Spidey, I was thinking to myself. How would I react if Spidey really jumped onto me? Would I stand up and start brushing all parts of my hair, dress, bag? Would I really? Or would I just act cool and just 'tsk' in irritation, pretending that Spidey never existed, while he is still stuck in my hair. Or would I jolt backwards while it's jumping towards me?
Damn. I was picturing all sorts of antics I could possibly come out with during the bus ride home.
I'm not sure why I didn't just tell the boy that there was Spidey on his collar when I immediately saw it. Probably I was waiting for someone to spot it for me or whatsoever (which apparently didn't work at all. The auntie sitting beside him was just stoning) and they can do the honour of telling him that there's a spider.
5 minutes before the bus turned into the circus, I tapped on his shoulder. I guess he's kinda pissed off that a stranger had to interrupt him from his biology textbook reading cus I saw that look of irritation.
'Er.. Excuse me, you got a spider on your collar'.
Damn calm okay! He just used his fingers to press the inner and outer side of the collar to check if I was trying to be funny. Then he just flicked the spider away (I bet it crawled up the legs of the stoning auntie) and said a word of thanks before returning to his biology textbook.
I wanna be as cool as him! Ho ho!
OH OH OH, another thing that happened to me.
I'm not sure what's up with my lips. I'm thinking that I've got an infection or something because it kinda hurts quite a bit. There's this lump in the inner lip where my labret's at and when I prod or just touch it, it realllllly hurts.
I did bite it off before and it resulted in some loss of blood but the lump kinda got smaller the next day. The only con of the whole 'biting meat off your lips' thing is that there's the horrid taste of blood which I absolutely detest. The pro? It didn't hurt when I bite the flesh out. Prolly it's some dead skin or tissue or whatsoever.
Anyway, the lump on the inner side of my lip got kinda huge and it still hurt like fuckload. So I went into the toilet and was picking at the lump which hurt like crazy and just tried to rip that flesh out cus it was really pissing me off.
The outcome of ripping it off was, there was plentiful of blood in my mouth and I could taste that iron taste in my mouth. It almost seemed like I got punched in the mouth by Mohamed Ali.
Hopefully my lip goes well. Even then, I REFUSE with a captial R to seek consultation in the clinic. I don't want to pay the consultation fee just to have the doctor 'confim' an infection or whatever not. Then again, I better not say it too early. MAYBE I might need to make a trip to the doc's if that piece of flesh doesn't disappear anytime soon cause I'm getting more and more irritated by it..
Pub and Haji Lane tomorrow! Now I know how an XY feels in a field of XXs.
