A Day In The Life Of An Oblivious Ape.: July 2007

Boy, am I screwed.

I actually got nervous during a routine presentation in Media and Society.
Which is pretty unusual for me, I must say.
Usually, an impromptu joke would pop out somewhere...
But today, I was out of joke-juice, man.

It was SAD.

Pretty much puts things in perspective for me.
Preparation IS the frickin' key to a successful presentation.
Concentration too.
(I'm seriously lacking in that area. But then again, who isn't?)

Hell, I KNOW I'm better than this.
The Mojo just AIN'T COMIN' OUT!
UUUgghhhh.

Priorities, my boy.
Priorities.

Which reminds me:
I gotta get started on the GDF poster and advertorial soon.
Damn, so this is what it's like in the ad design industry.
I've got a whole new respect for you guys, ad players.
In the words of a Mat,
"GUA salute sama LU!"
(Seriously, 'gua' in malay means cave. Does THAT make any sense to you?)

Man, I'm more English than Malay than I think I am.
Is that good, or bad?
I mean, we're always advocating the frequent use of Mother Tongue.
Always doing the pragmatic and 'politically-correct' thing.
Thing is, we don't always carry them out, do we?
(Own up, you suckers!)
I'm saying this...
'Cos I'm one of 'em.

There, I said it.

Weird dreams.
Seriously,
I had one last night.

It involved a lot of confessions
about scandals and one night stands...
and bragging about having had sex before (?)

And the worst part is...
people I personally know were IN my dream!
I know,
I was disgusted, it felt weird...uncomfortable...
Bottomline weird.

Oh yeah,
and I currently feel like someone shoved a pepper up my ass.

It hurts like HELL.
Bollocks.

I WAS in the mood for this.

Okay.
It's officially Thursday morning.
And...I'm stuck here doing my Journalism IWA 2 proposal.

What fun.

Watched The Simpsons Movie yesterday.
I STILL think I was better off going to SAMBA instead!!!
(That's right, I'm looking at you two, Ian and Prabs.)
Dammit.
But it was a barrel of laughs altogether.
Nothing too memorable though.

Except for the part where Arnold Schwarzenegger
(Yes!)
said, "I was elected to LEAD, not to READ."
In his accent, the laughter was KICKASS man!

Arrrgghhh....
Now things are REEEEEEAAAAALLLYY gonna get
AWKWARD
from here on out.
Or maybe it's just me.

Yup, definitely just ME.

Gah.
What would be nice, though, is a good

Conversation.

Toodles.

Mind you, this is the ONLY reason why I love Macbooks.
As evident in said pic.
The cams rock.
Acer, keep up, will ya?

Oh crap.
I feel an Illustrator binge coming on.
This CANNOT be good.

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Dated January 26, 2005
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Just revisited my archives.
Wasn't a good experience, I can tell you that.
I mean, was I a FRICKIN' POSEUR before or what???
Damn.
Ah well, Sec 3 happened to be the epitome of my maturity anyway.
So screw it.
Live in the here and now.

That's STILL easier said than done.
DAMMIT.

*sung to the tune of Fergie's Fergalicious*

Uno, dos, tres, quattro!

B to the O to the R-E-D, I'm bored, you see.
B to the O to the R-E-D, I'm bored, you see.
I to the M to the B to the O to the R-E-D
I to the M to the B to the...to the...to the...

O to the B to L-I-V-I-O-U-S, I say
O to the B to L-I-V-I-O-U-S, I say
O to the B to L-I-V-I-O-U-S, I say
O to the B to L-I-V-I-O-U-S, I say

Cut!

=)

Incredulous, at first glance.
The first revelation.
Though acceptance is,
more often than not,
easier SAID than DONE.

The ties that bind
The wings that crumble
To reveal those vulnerable, aching shells
The facades of which we hide behind.

Pulling,
tugging,
holding on.
Yet, with half a mind
To let go.

Conscience.
A double-edged sword.

You Probably Look Younger Than Your Age

You live a healthy lifestyle and know how to take care of yourself.
You'll probably have a youthful glow for many years.

Do You Look Your Age?

Hmmm....
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Your 2005 Song Is

Hung Up by Madonna

"Every little thing that you say or do
I'm hung up
I'm hung up on you"

You'll be rockin' in the New Year in your croch-o-tard!

What Hit Song of 2005 Are You?

Now THIS can't be right.
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Your Leprechaun Name Is:

Paddy Potfiller

What's Your Leprechaun Name?

THE HELL???
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I WAS bored.

And.....maybe I'm starting to like Photoshop.

I guess we were bored,
and Apple seemed like a perfect target.

So here goes:

Apple canteen: ITAS (only TP students'll know this.)
Apple vacuum cleaner: iSuck
Apple refrigerator: iChill
Apple light bulbs: iShine
Apple electric guitar: iRock
Apple political tool: iRule
Apple binoculars: iSee
Apple air conditioners: iCool
Apple amnesia medication: iForgot
Apple life support system: iLive
Apple excuse generator: iDontknow
Apple headphones: iListen

Enjoy. =P

Wanna know what's worse than a Mat Taperred?

A Beng Taperred.
Yeah, that's right.
Saw some on my way home.

Seems like Bengs are catching up to the trend.
Hell, even Lians are doing it!
My God.
What is society coming to?

Man, they're like Mat and Minah wannabes.
I mean, don't we have ENOUGH Mats and Minahs already???
Now they have Mat-poseurs and Minah-poseurs too???

All I can say is
WHAT
THE
FUCK.

Get a life, you noobs.
Society looks down on you.
Or are those pants forcing too much blood to your brain that it becomes painful to THINK?
Oh wait, you actually THINK?

That's a surprise.
Yeah, I'm dissing you.
So sue me.

Look what the cat brought in.

I'm confused.

Like, White-Michael-Jackson confused.

Damn, am i intimidated?
'Cos that really SUCKS.

I remember this column in the New Paper.
Once this columnist wrote about her relationships and exploits.
There was this one incident,
Where she met a guy,
Apparently the one of her dreams.
(I think.)
Boy meets girl,
girl meets boy,
boy gives girl his number,
boy asks girl for her number.

Apparently it's all supposed to be hunky-dory from there on out.
But no.
Turned out he was such a talker on the phone and online.
But could barely manage a peep in person.

This is not the kinda guy I wanna be.
Hell, this isn't what ANY guy wants to be!

But then again,
Turns out the choice wasn't mine to make.
I'm screwed.
But then screws were meant to be unscrewed.
(Eh?)

Blogging's such a guilty pleasure nowadays.
Even right now, I should be drafting up questions for my Journalism Group Assignment.
But nooo....
Hafeez had to go rant about being a prick online.

See that Mat-wannabe in colour?
Yeah, makes you wanna puke, doesn't it?

Sorry, just feeling a bit negative today.
Details in previous post.

Out.

A black stain in the canvas of my past.

This is GREAT.
Just WONDERFUL.

There were so many I-could-haves today.

I could have come to school earlier to print the brochure.

I could have woken up earlier and not let my mom give me a 5-min allowance.

I could have asserted my authority on the print shop person to FUCKING PRINT MY DOCUMENT AGAIN NOW!!!!!

But no....I had to be a fucking dick,
slack off,
and chicken out.

SO Hafeez.

As a result,
I'm looking at a probably 50% off my total marks,
or a total FAIL.

That's right,
a FAIL.
Just because the print shop had to re-print the thing THREE frickin times.
With an impatient queue in line.
And we arrived LATE for class.

And it was REALLY disheartening with the
REFUSAL to recognize our presence in class.
(At first.)
Thanks a LOT, Miss Chee.

People like me don't take failures very well, I'm sad to admit.
Hope this screw-up won't kill me.

Oh wait,
it just did.

Don't look at me.
This was all Praba's idea.

And it was a pretty good one too, as you can see and,
well,
IMAGINE.

You DO imagine sometimes, don't you?

Right, guessed as much.

So he did us all.
My pic's in Praba's phone.
So is Ian's I think.
And Dawn's!
HAHA.

Major cam-whoring sessions are a BLAST to be in.
Period.

=D

I thought this looked pretty artistic.
I call it "Over the edge."
For obvious reasons.
Obviously.

See TP???
This is what happens when you give too many assignments
AND deadlines at one go.
Here we have a perfect specimen of the species
'Emo Sapiens'
In their natural habitat of a dimly lit stairwell.
Enjoy.

LOL.
I still don't get how women can get hooked on soap operas
So easily!
My mom's practically addicted to Hikmah!!!
(Before that, it was Dia, which ran for a ridiculous number of seasons, I remember.)

Same goes with Korean dramas!

Like, what is it that has gotten these average housewives
(And teenagers, mind you.)
addicted to spastically common plot lines
and WEAK acting???
(I mean, really weak, SERIOUSLY.)

Yeah, I can understand dramas like Grey's Anatomy
and CSI
(YES!)
But Indo and K-dramas...?
Seriously people,
the word 'substance' ever ring a bell?

Digressing now...

Peach.

Peaches.

Peach, peach, peach, peach, peaches!

Damn, I love peaches.

No doubt today was really awkward.
Finally the truth came out.
Not that everybody was relieved about it.
(I'm looking at you, Ian!)
Conversation's gonna be hard, awkward, and downright un-right.
And yes, See, it WAS for your own good.
Trust me.

Oh Bugger.
The dreaded advent of the 'online' alert.

SOMEBODY GIVE ME A FRICKIN' TOPIC FOR MY LAST MARKETING JOURNAL!!!!!

It is not one, but many.

Great.

Just PERFECT.

I blew it again, people.

I blew another chance yet again.

Knowing full well it ain't never gonna come back.

Uugghhh, I hate this.

Maybe Ian was right.

Going there would've meant more than a conversation.

Yeah.
Next time, chance won't have a chance.

Great,
I just got some junk e-mail from ColonCleanse.

LIKE I REALLY NEED IT, ASSHOLES!
(pun fully intended.)

Gosh...

Ever wondered how a fusion between a cheeseburger and a pizza would look like?

Well,
WONDER NO MORE!

The Bacon Cheeseburger Pizza is the closest you could
get to a burger without actually buying one.

It's from Canadian Pizza, by the way...

AND IT'S THE BEST FUCKIN' PIZZA I'VE EVER TASTED!!!!

=D

Oh joy.

It's gonna be REEEAAALL awkward from here on out.

Like, Michael-Scofield-broke-out-of-prison awkward.

I'm screwing myself up.

Terribly.

I'm thinking of changing my blogskin.
Again.

The display window is REALLY small
for pics.
And it kinda hurts the eyes.
A little.
There's this one skin I'm considering.
But it looks kinda twit-ish.
(Gosh, I can't believe I'm speaking this way.)
Okay, 'immature' then.

Lemme get this offa my chest:
BUS SERVICE 21 IS AN UBER FREAKIN' S-O-B SLOW-ASS!!!!
Word of advice:
FORGET about taking Bus No. 21 at 7.00 in the evening.
It'll only come after half an hour or so.
I just did,
and let me tell you that it took me a whole shitload
of strength to prevent myself from screaming
my ASS off at the driver.

Terrible, if you ask me.

On another note,
I am mad at MYSELF.
I can't even blurt out a proper "Hi!"
when the situation calls for it.
Or even a "Hey, how's it goin'?"
I just freeze, screw up totally,
and miss my chance to, well....
Paham paham ajer lah eh...
Again.
I'm not even comfortable with myself.
What more with other people?
Damn, I hate this.

Yeah, yeah.
So I got major issues.
Give me a solution and I'll put you in the credits, alright?