So as you would have guessed, yes it is the busiest time of the month because technically I'm not suppose to be blogging but instead reading my
FYP (Final Year Project) report but yeah, I figure I drop by for awhile to update my almost redundant looking site. And to be very honest, the submission is tomorrow and I'm not even worried. Well, at least not now because the bloody thought of it has not sunk into my head yet. I think I deserve a freaking smack in my head for not disciplining myself.
FYP has been a bloody big bitch and I thought I was the bigger one but apparently I found someone who is way bigger and best thing is, she doesn't even speak back. What a bitch. Anyways, yes yes, repetition, submission is tomorrow and the party is also happening tomorrow. There's this J.U.M.P event happening in school tomorrow and I'm not so sure if I would want to go there to so call enjoy myself. Well, it all depends.
I'll be working again soon. Yes. Very soon and its not even as an
F&B guy. I'll probably get disowned by my own department if I do join the F&B line. Pretty excited about it but I'm scared that I'll get tired fast. And by the looks of it, I might just black out. Okay, back to work now.
.: WhaT WoRk :.
Ah ha! (pronounced as
Uh Huh) What do you get if you
minus 12 from
27? Well, I failed Maths,
twice, so if you're asking me for a mental calculation for the above mentioned sum, (or equation or whatever you call the damn thing) honestly I wouldn't know. Now, that is why man invented the calculators for people like me who don't deserve to waste precious brain juice trying to figure out what the answer is. So did you figure out the
answer?
I refuse to be mathematical now, though I was the one who started all this crap in the first place, so lets talk
subtext. The answer to
27 - 12 would be (drum roll please.....) the
number of days Hafez hasn't updated his blog. Did you get the right answer? No? Aww... Better luck next time! But come to think of it again, I'm not too sure if that is the right question I'm asking. No worries. That is not the issue here. The issue here is, err, I haven't come up with anything interesting yet but I guess I'll think of something along the way as we continue reading rubbish of this site. And to be
brutally honest with you again, I still don't know how to spell my own blog site address. Why? Cause I got used to the
Ctrl B thing which is the bookmark function for
Mozilla. Isn't it?
Okay, since we are in this topic of blogs, lets talk about it. I think I had an entry about blogs in my archives somewhere. So if you're really that bored, you might want to go through my archives and see what you can dig out from there. Well, blogs used to be the
'in' thing between teenagers as thats one of the many
'cheaper' ways to tell people what you're up to in life. Okay, let me define cheaper here, it simply means you get to save
time, your
handphone bill and of course your
money, as in generally.
Time, cause you don't have to meet the person just to say
"Oh yeah, I have a girlfriend now".
Handphone bill, cause you don't have to message to say
"Okay ah, not bad ah my day. Yours?".
Money, cause, err, isn't
time and
handphone bills depended on money?
So so, hmm, yeah. Blogs were there to tell people what they were up to and how they err, yeah. You know. Then blogs became
more cooler as people started to talk about other people and how they hated each others t-shirt. Then people abused it by posting up beautiful, surgically enhanced pictures which were further enhanced by Photoshop of themselves and then
BOOM! It becomes a star blog
BECAUSE.. of the pictures they posted of their surgically enhanced face which was further enhanced by Photoshop. Do you get what I'm saying? Please no names. I refuse to receive a lawsuit from anyone claiming this paragraph was intentionally pointing towards their direction giving the audience the impression that I am making a fuss out of a mockery of God. Now, this is seriously getting no where.
So the point is, I am indirectly saying that I have nothing much to say in my blog which made me type down all this rubbish in the name of good fun. Okay fine, I had an idea but I passed it cause I don't want to sound like someone who is whining the whole time. I do whine, but only to my family members and my girlfriend. I don't see the use of doing it virtually cause err, like obviously you would want to read someone else's rant of nothing.
Okay, now I'm bored...
.: NexT TiMe :.
I didn't know what to blog about today so I asked my girlfriend. She gave me an idea. And the idea was about
Coca Cola. Yes, the fizzy drink that is so popular, they actually use it to wash ships at Jurong Port. How true I'm not sure but that was what I heard. So its story time now.
There's this boy who loves drinking Coke and its like a routine for him to buy Coke from the canteen which will be the drink of choice to accompany his lunch. Please not that this story is fictional and that its so bloody impromptu, I had to type down this line to think of the next) Ah, back to the story. So whenever he buys Coke, there's always this girl who will get a drink too from the store and she too gets Coke.
So one day, there wasn't any Coke cans left and they replaced it with Pepsi instead. Feeling a little mad, the boy decided to walk out from the store/canteen/where ever you think he is and started walking to the other canteen to get his food because there is the place where they sell Coke.
On the way, he saw a vending machine dispensing Coke cans and so he thought it would be cooler if he bought it there and surprisingly, it is way cheaper than that sold in the canteen. He dug his pockets but he couldn't find a single coin to put in the slot. He wouldn't give up searching for it as he doesn't want it to spoil his already spoil mood again.
As he was searching, the girl tapped his shoulder and offered him coins. He was so happy he never even had the chance to say thanks to the girl and she left. And there you have it.. to be continued...
.: cheeRs :.
So instead of the whole
'so today let us talk about what happened today' thing, I shall do a
'lets talk random' things today. Err, I don't know lah. Something lah. I damn bored lah. I'm currently very distracted by a song that I got a few days back. The band is called
As Tall As Lions and their songs are very cool. If you're asking me about the genre, I'm not sure too sure myself. Its very err, I don't know. You'll have to go look up yourself. I highly recommend it if you're going for something slow. Yeah, its slow. Not that slow but slow. Ah yelah, slow. Titles to look for,
Love Love Love and
Summer. Pretty neat and wicked. They sound a little like err.. I don't know. They are different.
Next thing of the really random shit topic, I want to complain about the seats the at the
MRT stations. Okay, maybe you're asking why, I'll tell you why now. Have you ever noticed the chairs at the underground stations like
Orchard,
City Hall and
Raffles Place? There are more than that but I figure this are the stations that you must have bound to go if you frequent outings to town. Have you ever noticed that they are designed in such a way that you practically slip off them if you sit. Err, you get my point? So why sit on them if you slip? Might as well call them slip chairs. I find them rather irritating.
There you are, after a hard day's of work and the board shows clearly that you have to wait for 6 minutes for the next train and you see an empty seat at the end of the station. 6 minutes is alot of difference when you're tired. So you go to the seat hoping to rest your tired legs and you slip. No wait, you don't slip, you are forcing your legs to stop you from falling. That is just plain crazy! Now do you see why I think its irritating. Makes me question why they put it there. Or is there something I missed out? Is there a right way to 'sit' on that chair?
I think thats about it!
.: ShIt :.
Firstly, I don't own a dog, for obvious reasons, but at times like this, I wished I had one so I could take a stroll with an animal which is man's supposedly best friend.
(And I don't know why there are so many commas in the previous freaking line and I'm not too sure of my line structuring if theres a term for that also)So besides trying to find time for myself, I've just added
more commitments to myself. I came up with this theory about myself. Its either I love being busy or I just love to complaint about how busy I am. I think its both of it. I can never sit still and do nothing. The day I do that, would be the day I think I gave up on life.
FYP. I shall call it, err...
Fuck Your Projects! from now on. Oh yeah. I never thought of that. Yeah so with regards to
Fuck Your Projects, we have exactly four more days to shoot and a whole lot more for the editor plus the paperwork. I feel so loved. And to be very honest, I hardly do shit, but that is if I'm lazy on that day. But, since when was Hafez ever so hardworking.
I met up with Irene on Friday and yes, she has given me the job to compose songs for the upcoming September play. That, I am very excited about. The girl is playing lead in the play and the boy is the composer of the play. How sweet is that. I've given a few ideas about what can and can't be done so I guess I'll have to bump in with Drama Republic but this time, as a musician.
OSG has called upon me to help them out in an event this coming 13th July which so coincidently is a Friday. Its cute how they actually thought the drums belongs to STA. I think maybe cause the ensemble was cheering only the STA group during the FOP and yes, we are that bias. I was taking care of both the STA kids and the Babies on that day so it was pretty one sided on who I wanted to support and who not to. Yes, I am that evil. Trust me. ;)
The Boys will be up again during National Day. Playing at the side of the Merlion. Pretty cool. But wondering how the hell am I going to get there and coming back. Heard news that someone is trying to find fault during that day. I do hope no arsehole starts to make his own fireworks during the celebration. Security is tight. And it better be. If given a choice, I would have rather stayed at home then get the exposure but I don't want to look back 5 years down the road and regret not taking up the offer. Woohoo! I sound so philosophical.
8 minutes in 8 days. Yes, a competition for Muslim youths. Was forced to join. Not really but its I guess something I should do for a change. I think I'm really going to get the highest stress during that production cause the people I'm working with have no background in the field. But hey, its for the fun of it. I always tell myself that but it seems fun always has to have conflict in them.
I think shit is going to happen in the few days to come. I can somehow see myself committing suicide. Nooo... Hell no. I can see myself by the beach and enjoying the breeze while I wait for the sun to set. Yes, I need a holiday. A good long one. I love my girlfriend....
.: HoLiday :.
This my friend is
Optimus Prime. Yes, the leader of the
Autobots. Protectors of Earth? Well, I guess so. Watched the yesterday with the girlfriend and my take on it, one movie you should watch before you die. Like really! I'll break the story to make it simpler to understand.
There's this place called
Cybertron where all the robots live and there's this thing called the
Cube, most probably the most powerful thing there is. Source of power I'm assuming. So a battle occurred between the robots,
Autobots (the Good Guys) and
Decepticons (the Bad Guys). One was to protect while the other, well obviously to Destroy.
So blah blah blah, the
Cube fell onto Earth and the person who accidentally made this discovery was this old dude who also accidentally triggered
Megatron's navigational system and blah blah blah the position of the
Cube was encrypted on the old dude's glasses. Got it? So present time, this guy called Sam has his Grandfathers glasses and that my friend is also the map to find the bloody
Cube. So cut story short, the
Decepticons are already on Earth trying to find the glasses while the
Autobots are trying to destroy it before it falls into the hands of the bad guys. So what happens in the end? Good question, you will have to watch it to find out. I already laid out abit of the storyline. If all fails, go Wiki the movie. You might find spoilers in it if you're lucky enough.
So now the question is, to watch or not to watch?
.: HoLy ShiT :.
After days of slacking
(yes!) I have started to grow hair on my face
(its called facial hair) and yes, I've already shaved it off after realizing how old I look in the video
Lionel took while I was
busy sleeping at
Cheryl's house the other day. I am a natural born slacker. So please, let me sleep when I want to and when I'm at the peak of my creative mind, abuse me while the moment last, I bite. Trust me.
FYP aside, its a rest day for cast and crew. I think everyone is just plain tired. I don't know about the girlfriend though. She looks pretty much happy and alive to me. I'm stoning to death in class and when I'm tired, I get really cranky. I think I am suffering from male PMS cause it seems to be happening most of the time. Maybe I'm just a female stuck in a man's body. Sounded wrong but yeah, maybe just that.
Yahya was in the mood to play drums after school and I was free, miraculously, so I thought I popped by for the session to get the feel of playing drums again. I love drums so the hands get very itchy when I see them. I think I'm strict when it comes to the art but I myself am playful most of the times. It just comes back to one, its either you're in or out. Blargh!
Now, besides all the hoohaa and yada yada, I would like to do some scream outs to people out there. Mummy! Now I miss reading your blogs cause now I can't stalk you anymore. Haha. If you're reading this, you owe me stories. I don't care big or small. And while you're at it, make it a bed time story as well. Aisyah! Err, I just felt like saying your name. Thats all. Hmm, who else. Oh yeah! Err. Boo?
.: ShuPeeR DROpPEo :.
After days of slacking (yes!) I have started to grow hair on my face (its called facial hair) and yes, I've already shaved it off after realizing how old I look in the video Lionel took while I was busy sleeping at Cheryl's house the other day. I am a natural born slacker. So please, let me sleep when I want to and when I'm at the peak of my creative mind, abuse me while the moment last, I bite. Trust me.