andy warhol is the greatest

while i was taking my break, i decided to do some photoediting. in an attempt to stunt a warhol, i got this!


i feel really accomplished. fyi, the photo's shot somewhere along haji lane.

YAY! YAY! YAY!

THE TAIL IS GONE!

i cut my hair today, not me, but the lady.

THE TAIL IS GONE. I CHOSE TO LET HER KILL IT. then again, it didn't really look like a tail.

i feel light-headed, literally.

two fingers separated

yesterday

ultraviolet was a blast. we saw how crazy asher went during the 'warm-ups'. he'll fit perfectly fine in a club (its a compliment here). cailin was helping to draw crosses on everyone's arm. i didn't know that when the purple light falls on the paint area, it'll illuminate like some ultraviolet 'ray'? all this i found out only after everything ended.

something i picked up over the past few months: learning to worship with your eyes open. playing guitar for cell forces you to worship with your eyes open. you can't possibly close your eyes all the time, and have the worship leader smack you to signal that she's transiting to the next song or that she wants the bridge to the song you're playing now.

i enjoyed the free worship part alot. i was observing the way the musicians were playing and worshipping all at the same time. wow. the female backups had really good vocals. strong and all in one accord.

today

church's praise and worship is definitely not as good as planetshakers, all this in the technical sense. they played oldies, or what i would term, classic hits. eg: reaching for you, we want to see jesus lifted high.

(the following content holds highly SINFUL thoughts about church)

i felt praise and worship was horrible cos the the worship leader was shouting the songs into the mic. that worked really well for prasie. but for worship, it gets really painful. i understand that the worship leader was trying to fill the atmosphere, but what about pitching? one of the songs for worship was 'dont pass me by'. i applaud their efforts for attempting a tricky song, but it sounded quite bad. still, the guitarists were good.

off to something less churchy...

next time you visit long john's and find that your chicken looks pathetically small, try this...

person over the counter: enjoy your meal...
me: ewl, the chickens look like birds! they're tiny.
poc: yup they've shrunk. i'll give you another peice of chicken.

HAHA! and mind you, that person us an extra peice of chicken each. we were staring at our plates wondering, "so what do we now with all that chicken?".

just try it, you might get be lucky like us.

doctor, you're such a bitch
you have a face of a dog

the doctor at tampines polyclinic was such a bitch. in fact worse than that. she was like some motherf .

i bet she thinks i was some delinquet running away from class and going to the doctor's cos i needed an mc to get away scott free.

doctor: so what do you have?
me: er, flu and slight cough.
doctor: your nose isn't even dripping. how long has it been going on?
me: since monday.

(doctor proceeds to stick the ice cream stick into my throat and then leave my saliva dripping from my mouth)

me: may i have an mc please?
doctor: why what class do you have?
me: journalism.
doctor: from what time?
me: from 2-4pm.
doctor: this is your time sheet and your prescription.

(and she chucked those documents in my hands!!!)

what a bitch. screw that whore face of hers. aren't doctors supposed to be nice and friendly?! i'm never going back to tampines polyclinic. the atmophere and lighting sucks. it felt more like a mental asylum than anything else.

okay, maybe the doctor just had a bad day.

thank god for SABBATHS

this week's finally coming to an end. cheers to all the hardworking people. we deserve 2 days of SABBATHS at least.

i like rewarding myself with alcohol, especially after a long tiring week. but it feels like guilty pleasure indulging in a bottle of drink straight after church service.

bought this drink that was a mix of green tea with whisky. tasted quite good after a while, but before that i thgt it tasted horrible. the dumbest thing that happened was that i had forgotten to check for its alcohol content before paying, and realised it only after half the bottle was gone.

plus you know what happens when you drink on an empty and have a low resistance for alcohol.
could barely focus my eyes on anything after that. then accompanied crystal for dinner at subway. she tortures me by making me turn my head quickly to look at people she spots. overall im proud that at least when im all 'tipsy' i don't go around sprouting nonsense or laughing like some mad person. i just take a very long time to react to things and speak in a long slurred way.

normalcy returned after about an hour or so.

end of alcohol diary.