Sunday, December 25, 2005

lesson #265: i wish you love

Merry Xmas!!! And a Happy Nude Year!!! Haha. Yes, my mood has lifted up slightly though no news of the pay has come. Well it is Christmas after all, so I figured no point being a wet soggy blanket for now. I'll start croaking about it again tomorrow. Ye hath been warnth! Or something.

So many things I have procrastinated from doing. Haven't studied for Final Theory properly and the evaluation is in two days. Also have not got round to reading up on how to write CVs and cover letters and the like. Well, all in good time.

Have been complaining that I'm a loser with no life, but I've just realised that for the past few days I've continuously gone out 'til late. I guess I feel the numbness during the day as all of the activities occur at night. And tonight it's gonna be another late-nighter! Outing with the clubbing babes. I'd say outing with the Emix dancers, 'xcept it's not really an Emix outing, 'cos not all are Emixers. I'd say outing with the dance babes, 'xcept not all are dancers. So no, it is not an Emix or dance thing. It's just an outing with a group of girl friends, out of which some just happen to be Emixers / dancers.

Was the big loser at mahjong the other day. Tho I see it as paying Mike back for eating loads and loads of his macadamia chocs and pistachio nuts and chiffon cake. Ha. VVVV - send me the photos! Speaking of which. I don't get why Mr M likes to cross swords with me so much. Is it because of our Council background? Not that I mind, and hell if I feel insulted. But I find it curious. I guess he's just still the biggest curly-haired big-nostrilled loud-mouthed bushy-browed poo-faced hippopotamus that I've ever known. Pardon me, VVVV. I'm sure that you also view Uncle G as more of a monkey-on-steroids than a Prince Charming.

Anyway, had my first and very possibly last ever brush at acting. Came for a student film audition to help out in Uncle G's friend's final year project. My audition is sort of combined with Uncle G's. I had to act out the part of a Vietnamese bride and him, the gigolo hired to be my physical companion. Hint hint. I have to admit it's a very interesting and creative script. The director told me I'd have to dye my hair black. I rather hysterically said no, so hopefully with my bad acting I shall never again embrace that Vietnamese role and the gigolo that comes with it.

I actually have been thinking of colouring my hair a more natural brown as it's looking pretty too darn orange for my liking. I've had rather enough of workers in trucks horning at me and scary driving instructors asking for my MSN email. I want a less approachable look. But still, when ordered by someone else to change my hair colour (eg during the audition), I balked and defended my current colour which goes to show the psychological effect an order has. I guess I just like to be contrary. I like to think that I alone decide things for myself and that no one has a part to play in my physical / mental being.

Blah blah blah. Wrote such a long and boring entry! Oh well. Will put up pictures next time. Ta-ta for now!