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patience
Saturday, June 20, 2009





Made this box for Hong Xiang's present, present not in picture though, for obvious reasons. Took over 6 hours to complete the whole thing, the box is a perfect square of 21cm. 2 rolls of double sided tape, 1 roll of masking tape, and lots of other materials. And patience. Till school reopens then, so sorry we didn't have the time..

I told myself how far I dived was going to be how much I'd come to find myself gasping for breath. It's asphyxiating, and it's the only thing constantly on my mind. Patience? This wasn't meant at all.

penned by joel at 2:17 PM

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wow







He should be shot. for so many reasons. I won't take those words back at all. Tolerance, gosuckyourself

penned by joel at 2:04 PM

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scrap that to do list
Saturday, June 13, 2009

Finally, I got about editing the template so now the archives are up to date. Haven't got the rest of the poems up till now though.

Finished prison break, so now there's little excuse to be surfing or watching anything online, since I really need to get down to work ):

Played tennis at Bedok Reformative Training Camp, I think that's what BRTC stands for. Ahmad's dad, being prison staff, get perks there for the booking of the recreational facilities, up on a hill and really secluded, despite the tampines traffic down below that's all overshadowed.

I think I'm going to have to keep this laptop real soon before the June holidays are over and I realised it was spent 75% in front of it..

penned by joel at 11:17 AM

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and the arty farty
Friday, June 5, 2009

Christian Lacroix filed for bankruptcy barely a few days before his exhibition premiered in Singapore. I must say, TPJC runway has added some interests in me, fashion, for one, albeit still on a tiny scale, has had a growing intrigue. Shermaine told me bout this exhibition so she accompanied me to go see it before Panorama. Went to replace my ez link card shortly before, a relatively simple process.

Digressing, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance, I must say I think I subconsciously followed this texbook example to the step. Losing my wallet had the reactions of it all and only after I came to accept the loss, I noticed the reactions of my were eeriely followed. I just hope that now there's no malicious intent for the use of my lost IC. Oh look, I'm back at bargaining. Odd.

Anyway, the exhibition was much smaller than I had hoped, but going to the National Museum was interesting for a change, I was under the impression I hadn't been there before, but it was seemingly familiar, like those dreamy images you tend to associate with deja-vu.



The facade of the Museum, I'm uncertain if this is considered under the Victorian era architecture, but it's charming, the concrete colonial architecture.

I didn't take any pictures in the exhibits, they didn't have much relevance to my theme, so it was a bit of a disappointment. They should've stated in the advertisments that it was going to be limted to his opera couture works. The decor did look nice though, heh.







Ahmad, Brandon, Shermaine and I headed for a quick bite and drink before hurrying off to the Esplanade. Some tpjc people dressed up to the nines, as if ready to go for prom, it's not like as if there was gonna be a ballroom. I hadn't been in any of the theatres there till that night, so it was kinda good an excuse to finally go inside one, heh.

Time in there seemed to go by pretty fast, and our class was unluckily allocated the very first row. And I must say, I thought the audience would be more mature at this age, being in a JC, but the uncalled for laughter and clap-alongs just numbed the performances. Still, I think the $15 spent on the tickets was a good move, thanks to Shermaine who got the class going.



Had a quick and warm dinner afterwards, and headed back shortly after since some of em wanted to catch the last trains home. I hoped to stay out longer but when I got home, the fatigue from the afternoon took over, so just as well we all headed back earlier than intended. 'Sides, some wanted to go clubbing and that ain't my thing. Don't find the fun in it, guess I'm just not that sort.



Wanted to get this picture for a long time, heh finally got the chance too. If I had a tripod, Would've taken a panoramic shot, but this'll do fine.





My dad says my camera's devoid of human beings all the time. I think that's untrue. Its just devoid of me. I dunno, I don't see myself as photogenic, and any hint of camwhoring makes me shun away from the triggerhappy cameraman. Just gimme New Zealand. Lotsa comments return about how I'd react when I grow up and see so few pictures of myself.

Honestly, I guess different people, different interests. I don't need to see my growth progress and how I looked everyday. I've got some here and there already, so that's good enough for me. I just go chasing after those deviantart worthy photography. mmmm... I think in future I'd wanna have some coffeetable books of photography, and frames of black and white, sepia, colour selective and normal coloured photographs all around my home. P:

One week wasted, heh not much time for procrastination.

penned by joel at 11:43 AM

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90% o rly
Monday, June 1, 2009

9 out of 10 wallets returned in a Reader's Digest article several years back. Ugh I'm really worked up about this loss. It's day four of the loss, and still no news. Plus my parents came back from Taipei last night, and I've no idea how I'm going to break it to them, since the payment for the replacements are not going to be cheap.

Where have the 9 out of 10 gone then. My impulse to whip out a wallet for any purchase has diminished. Partly, obviously due to the lack of the object, and the other, that subconscious. I don't like carry money around without a wallet, where am I gonna get a replacement.

Even if I do clinch the top prize $300 for TPJC runway, Its a long way for making the payment, and the guilt. Did I mention the surmounting guilt. I'm seriously miserable. No mood to mug. Completed my Chinese A levels today, manageable, but throughout, this phone was ringing from the bags nearby.

I wished so hard it was mine. Wished that it was Joseph calling to tell me I've got mail from the Police. See, they send a letter to your address if it's recovered. What would anyone want to do with my IC, either it's some lucky human trafficker, or some sick, mindless nut.

Completely my stupidity on losing it. Say you found something like my wallet, $6, cards and meaningless stuff to a stranger. What'd you do. dammit I'm all too sure you'd all return it. Curse that f*** who took it. Really pissed.

penned by joel at 7:54 PM

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