what to say?

its over. theres something about the finality of that statement that really sucks. and its reallly weird you know. its like, after what, 3-4 yrs? from now on, weekly mrt rides to toa payoh and back are over. like, OVER. its kinda scary, and it really hasnt sank in yet.

well it was a really damn kick ass production, from rehearsals right up till the performance itself. and i guess there are alot of ppl i must thank. so here it goes.

PMs, SMs for running the whole thing, pushing us when we needed to be push, everything. it really is alot of work for them.

backstage pple: for painting our cubes, arranging everything, making sure our props are there when we need them, you know, these are the unsung heroes behind every production i think.

lights!: haha. randall and siheng. we had alot of light cues, somehow, so yea. thanks lighters!

sounds: our piece didnt have sounds, but like for the whole production, so yea.

fellow actors: for jus making the whole process so fun, and so worth it. you know, life never is dull with pple like cg and junyi around.

me too cast!!!: i swear these are the greatest bunch of pple in the world. they really made it worthwhile for me, and i think its fair to say we've all gained from this experience. we are the rocksiest of all the sexing pple, yo!

char: and of course to manage a kickass cast, you need a kickass director. i suppose it must have been hell for you to manage us, esp with monkeys like me and yx, but u have done it. and as cheesy as the script is, it worked out very damn well. so kudos.

hm who else who else. aiya dunno lah. everyone else i guess, cos really this production, as small as it might have been, was great. oh yes wait!

frens: woohoo wonderful pple thanks for coming down and watching the performance. i hope we all made it worth while for you. 6 bucks is like, 6/1000 of a les paul.

seriously, i think the one thing i've gained from this production is that i'm now more aware, i think. you know, of just, everything. and i think i've also learnt to be more comfortable with myself. how, i'm nto terribly sure. i think its probably because there is something in every character that i, and hopefully everyone, can identify with, and i think thats why the script is such a cool one. and i suppose its also easier for me as an actor, because i dont just have to concentrate on my own role, but rather, a larger picture. and well yea, its been thoroughly fun. i'll miss all the madness, the camwhoring, the rehearsals to nowhere, the weird things we all do, even just hte mrt rides every week. but more than anything else i think i'll miss working with the great people i call cast and director. its been so satisfying, and now its over.

i miss u siningningningningning rooxxxxaaanne char yugaoweixuan :(

nothing can explain how i really feel!

wth

omg

omg i'm so happy. omg its such a great week. omg omg omg.

wow

today is a frigging good day omg.

sch was very gd. very very gd indeed.

the run was pretty damn nice. i felt real. damn.

guitaring is the sex.

the sky is absolutely cloudless, so beautiful.

as of this moment, life is great.

oh and hockey girls won? ok wadeva.

:D

yellow yellow purple mellow

i am in a strange state right now. i'm somewhat happy, somewhat sad, somewhat stoned, somewhat irritated, somewhat. somewhat.

i hate mood swings. they piss me off. but i have them aniwae. how fucked up.

i like honey stars. alot. alot. and shit i am sooo going to grow into a chan poh meng. i'm like eating a million meals a day. wtf.

i've decided that being undecided is a good way to go. i mean, honestly i dont think there's any other way. its all so, iffy.

i wish. i can only. wish.

are we just?

something, not anything, but something. cos it sure as hell beats nothing.

OH MY GOD

http://youtube.com/watch?v=2DctCyO-E3s

OH MY GOD.

togod

somethings gotta change,
somethings gotta give.

someday, someone has got to make a difference. or else it wont matter anymore.

whats goooiiiiinggg on

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bewteen my trousers, there lies a shirt

life is like your wadrobe. its always bloody messy. and what you really want to do is to sort it out. u seperate the blacks and the whites, the tops and the bottoms, colour code, design code, what have you. you do all of that. but after awhile, it always gets messy again. you cant help it, you know its going to happen. unless of course you're one of those anal idiots who packs your clothes every day until all your life you do nothing but arrange your wadrobe. ironic, you waste your life trying to sort out your life.

saving tonight for last

just standing outside, without having to think about anything else in the world. just stand there, gaze up at the night sky, the star filled blanket that shrouds our nights. stand there, with the smell of jasmine wafting under my nose.

stand there, and you know, it actually is really quite nice.

i cant quite figure out

theres something missing. i just know it. something. something.

honey stars rock my world

being happy actually feels pretty good

you just gotta love mondays

sometimes, i am

a stupid boy
an idiotic boy
a clever boy
an irritating boy
a bimbo boy
a retarded boy
a lazy boy
a lame boy
a boring boy
an ignorant boy
an impatient boy
a crazy boy
a demented boy
a short boy
a bitchy boy
a sporty boy
a horrible boy
an emo boy

but all in all, i am

a boy boy

it takes a little while

it was only a matter of time.

somehow, as always.

i cant help but think.

it must be, it must.

and i just cant.

maybe, just maybe?

often there never is a point.

sometimes, there doesnt need to be one.

wellfuckingdone

i'm screwed. again. as always. as usual. i dont know what to do really. nothing ever changes. nothign ever will.

bloody hormones

i mean, what can i say? bloody hormones...

i like to think i'm right. everyone does.