Friday, September 09, 2005
Been going out till late for the past few days. That's why I didn't have time to update. Sorry ya. Uhhh, right, Tuesday.
Went to change my passport photo on Tuesday at the ICA building at Lavendar. Was supposed to go with my mum, but decided to go with Sarah instead, since we were going out to the 2/2 gathering later. Kicked myself real hard however, for not going with my mum because apparently, I had to be 16 and above to change my passport photo on my own.
This is total bullcrap lah, because first, they made me wait to see the immigration officer who was taking a really really really long time to get through ONE person, then my dad came and they made us wait again to change the passport photo.
The receptionist was like, "Oh you have to go to an interview room to talk to the immigration officer."
What?? An interview ROOM just to change my bloody passport photo??
As if I was going to run away from home or something. As if I was an illegal immigrant or something. I mean, if I could get to the bloody place in the first place, wouldn't I be perfectly well and sane enough to get a queue number, sit down and wait, then give my passport to the counter person and whatever legal documents she needs to see, then she can change my passport photo for me?
Huuurgggnnnhhh. Bodoh nak mampos.
My number was 49. The number being displayed was 41. I thought, okay, not so bad, so I waited. Then 5 minutes passed. Then 10. And it was still 41. A full 15 minutes, I daresay more, passed before the number changed to 42.
Then my dad came thank God and we waited for about another half an hour, then it was all over and done with.
Sarah wanted to go to AMK library to get some books but because of me, she couldn't. I'm sorreh!
We headed straight to YCK to get to Ian's house, and there were only Abel, Adil, Amelia [ damn what's with all the A's? ], Kel, Nat, Sarah, Han, Atiqah and me. Headed for Ian's house and promptly proceeded to get rather lost. I shall not blame Adil for leading us to god knows where because hey, everybody makes mistakes!
Finally we got to Ian's house, but not before having to trek through this huge field, with only a shoe-ridden dirt trail with tiles and glass poking out here and there as a path. I really respect my pumps for putting up with all the abuse.
Got there and Jerome and Ananda were gallivanting in the pool, while Isaac and ZY were struggling valiantly with the BBQ pit. Mavis and Xin Ru were lazing around watching them so I just grabbed a chair and plonked myself down.
I had NO idea Adil has a six-pack. No friggin idea. And his is like whoa.
Jerome, Ananda and Adil started to get really disgusting in the pool, by having this homo-erotic orgy thing, where all of them squeezed onto this tiny float thinger which is meant to carry only ONE person. Got lotsa interesting photos on Sarah's phone.
Had to go home early because I was heading off to Johor the next day.
The next day.
Dragged my sorry ass out of bed to report to school at 6.45 in the morning.
Hmm. I really hope she's not hurt by all the backlash she's been receiving. I do not deny that I've been part of it, but I sincerely hope that she will change for the better. Well, she can always count on us should she need any help.
The Johor trip was honestly, quite boring, save for great company. I think if it was a family trip I would have dropped dead with my tongue lolling out, but with the presence of all them coonies, the trip is significantly better than what it could have been.
I think half the trip was spent in a bus. Lol. But a nice, roomy bus though.
Went to eat at this place which is really rather familiar but duno what's the name. Shared mee goreng with Kinnie. The mee was yummy. Really! Like Magic Wok, but spicier and with better service.
Then we headed to Kota Tinggi Museum. Which is quite interesting. Yah. Um. Learnt a fraction more about Malay culture. I really hope Asnah forgets about the 'project' that we are supposed to have. She can't give us a project! We have final year exam in two weeks!!!
Shit I simply had to mention that.
AHEM ANYWAY MOVING ON.
Then we went to Kota Tinggi Waterfall Resort or something like that. Oooh my the waterfall looks oh so gorgeous!
But EEE swarming with Mat Malaysia. G-rooss.
The food was nice, very kenduri-ish. Everything there is so Malay, buay tahan!
Then we went to this desolate shopping mall for our bleargh shopping spree. Actually not bad, I got myself a chunky black bangle and a pair of oldschool shoes. Super cheap shit man. But the Minah Malaysia ah, kept staring at us like whaa.
I swear I felt like shitting in their faces if they didn't stop staring. Like hello? YOU, staring at US?? Actually that's perfectly understandable, because you obviously don't get these wonderful celestial beings gracing your um, hut, every day.
Kaya Balls! Wahahaha Adlin you are super sick. She said it looked like a cut off thing. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Because it really did.
Khairi and Haikal got harassed by minah madrasah! LOL-ness!
How fucking funny is that? These two girls, in full madrasah garb, came running after them and went like, "Anderson? Anderson sekolah maner ah?" Stupid, stupid girls. Singaporean guys are too good for you, so fuck off. Funny shit man.
Then we went to GIANT! I love Giant the place is huge!
But I only bought keropok, thanks to Siti's utmost generosity. I was out of money. So pathetic.
The rest REALLY went shopping. Tees and flipflops and food, food and more food. Crazy shit.
Reached school at around 9. Was planning to go Orchard, but decided against it because I really needed sleep. Going out again the next day. Reached home and found my family immersed in a game of Monopoly. Weird. Monopoly at 10 pm?
So yesterday me and Siti went to school to get our homework in prior order. Or so we were planning. I basically copied down all the Maths homework with no real intention to complete it, and did half of Chem. Panicked for a while because I thought I lost my black file.
I CANNOT LOSE IT because all my certs are in there, together with the $200 Nippon Paint voucher so I was screaming in desperation when I ripped apart all my boxes looking for the damn thing. Then found it in Syafs' box! What the heck! LOL. Funny sia.
Left at 12 something. Zahidah had no voice at all so she went home. I headed to Nas' house because she was cooking! And if Nas is cooking, it means CANNOT MISS!
Haha.
Actually we were planning to go to an art exhibition at The Utterly Art Gallery called 'Pardon My Icons' where three artists' work were featured. And one of them was yup, Sufian Hamri aka Trase One, the other two being Herman Salleh and Ezzam Rahman.
Cordially invited by the man himself, through SMS no less, I knew I had to go.
Basically the exhibition is about what an icon is through the eyes of these three artists. Describes as an absolute of style, something that makes us feel glamorous, wonderful and beloved, something that we wish to worship, belong to, or own. The three artists themselves are described as belonging to a generation whose youth has been marked by prospering consumerism, the growing influence of media and the Internet.
They have come up with their own answers to the representation of icons. From Ezzam's chic, formal figures to Herman's playful and provocative social commentary to the repititive simplicity of Sufian's works, each provides responses to which society provides its own multiple icons.
Ripped that off the invite. HAHA. And you thought I came up with all that on my own? Nah, it was written by Kartini Bte Saat, resident curator.
This is the first time I've been invited to a chi-chi showcase, so I didn't know what to expect.
The place was at Chinatown. Got to Chinatown alright, but we couldn't find the place and became hopelessly lost. Wahahaha. Trase One to the rescue! Albeit laughing. He laughed at me! The hell... I know I sounded rather bimbotic because I'm bad at directions. But still.
Finally we found the place! He fetched us from this big junction. And brought us there. A rather charming place I must say. Elim Chew was there, she looked through my blackbook!
The space was spartan, with a white sofa being the only piece of furniture. The walls were white, and the aircon set to a chilly low.
Trase's works were superb as usual, with the lowest being priced at $300? Yeah. So cool right. Basically his was tags being put on canvas. I found it repetitive, but not simplistic though. There's a hidden complexity within the tags, like every one of them was shouting out to you, grabbing your attention. He is SUCH a narcissist. Lol.
I particularly liked the one entitled Streeterminology, where he tagged lots of street slangs on this big piece of black canvas. It was really nice, in the sense that from every angle you turn, a different colour grabs your attention, enabling you to identify another word. Strange thing is, he had my block number on it, also my email address. Wahahahaha. Funnnnny.
Ezzam's works were basically trophies made out of foam with a cement base. On the trophies he painted on people, who reminded me of the oldies fashion catalogues. From his works, I get the impression that he makes ordinary people into icons, physical icons we can hold and feel in the form of a trophy. I like.
I LOVE love love Herman's works. He used lacquer, glitter and paint to form near abstract pieces which really grabbed my attention. His is more of teen culture, featuring music and mass media. The use of glitter is absurdly marvelous I LOVE IT!!!
You have to see it to believe it. Drop by if you're free. It's at Utterly Art Exhibition Space, 208 South Bridge Road #02-01. Take MRT to Chinatown and walk past Hong Lim Complex.
Had a nice long chat with Trase. Haven't had a conversation in which we didn't talk a hell lotta cock in a long time.
Me and Nas felt totally inspired we want to have our own exhibition! LOL.
Hopefully soon.
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