-=| NAFA |=-
Laselle's interview was on thurday, and NAFA's interview was Friday. Found that my chinese costume qi pao was quite badly done, so i quickly did a sketch and colour in another dress and added it to my portfolio. Thinking that my qipao was badly done, but it was still my art work, so i juz added it into my portfolio into the last page.
was really late to go to NAFA, and rushed over to infront of Macs to get a cab, and there wasn't any, and juz in time one came... asked the cab to rush there ASAP....
Rushed to NAFA but the building was too huge. Went high and low to search for the right block. Went to ask around, but it wasn't directed properly, and i still couldn't find the room...
Finally went into the room with sweat like water running off a tap. And that guy was trying to Euro slang with me, but well okey lah...that guy saw a fault in the qi pao and asked me to point it out in 30 secz, and i wasn't able to get it right. "issit the sketching? it's real bad" "Was it the colour? the shaddings were horrible.""the face was too small, and it was vey sharp, issit okay?" the interview ended with a we will contact you in the next 2 weeks to inform you if you are selected.
Quite depressed after the interview, that guy say 'have a good weekend, and dun worry too much', hmmm i guess i'll juz be the extremes, either i'm too lan, and theses no way for me to enter, so dun worry too much, or it's a sure enter thingy.... hahaha.... i guess i noe where i stand, at the bad end.
J O E| 4:07 AM |
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-=| Waiting.... |=-
When i reached lasselle i realised that i forgot something real important,i brought my portfolio and nothing else, and i was supposed to bring my result slip, nric, and other certs, eg, testimonial and everything else. i was told that if i dun have this particulars, i cannot see the lecturers. Tried to ask my sis to bring it over, but she didn't wanna help me...
Went all the way home by bus and mrt, and grabbed my particulars, checked, double check, tripple check, and checked again. And that sis of mine was sleeping on that comfy bed of hers....
Rushed down by cab again, as that lady over the line was saying there might be clashes with those who should be there, if i were to go late.
1st trip with cab was 14.90... including sur charge....
2nd trip was 12 plus...
And the interview was scary... i had to wait outside the office, holding my no. like waiting for those olden days doctor or like a barber shop. And i was feeling this feeling i've never felt for a long long time, before the PSLE Examz and the BCG injection....the jitters that goes into my teeth, and i go jittery....yup, it got worst when the person before me entered the room.... ahhh....
Yeah, and after all the jitterings, i entered the room, and realised that the lecturers were quite nice a people....and guess wad, i manage to get myself through, and i got myself in.yay! seems like those taxi fares were worth it.....
J O E| 3:31 AM |
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-=| Rush!! |=-
I was actually supposed to go for LaSalle’s portfolio interview last Thursday, however due to my procrastination, I’ve got to make it this Thursday as I did not have any drawings or anything done. I wonder what are the interviewees going to say.
It’s going to be a rush, as on Tuesday I was only able to do 1 portfolio piece, and currently working on the rest, and by Thursday afternoon I will be shaking in front of the interviewees showing my rushed work.
I feel like I’m being dragged up a mountain’s height, then dropping me from there, falling, falling till I reach the ground and splat. Oh well, do not worry; I’m not going to commit suicide, just that if I do not continue drawing, I will surely die.
J O E| 9:00 PM |
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-=| Uttering... |=-
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each cold hard leaf of trust and love until there are none, no hopes; nothing remains, except for disappointment.
He puts up a facade to hide his true self, but his heart is in pieces. It is only till he is by himself and that is when he is himself.
It is not for him to want, it is not for him to receive.
He smiles, he jokes, he allows himself to be bullied however you want to, and pretends that nothing has happened.
The rest are shadows, the rest are secret. After suffering so much unkindness, life for me will never be the same again.
J O E| 8:59 PM |
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-=| Wedding pictures |=-
My sister's earings and she moved!(Blurr out her pimples and stuff that she doesn't want people to know)
Wanna know my brand of whitening cream? I don't use such cream, it's the lighting.
I can put fist in my mouth
Oooh ic!
Pouring of the champagne
Sylvia(off shoulders, ooh, nice shoulders)
Group photos!
Yanwei,Xinyi(Ecarni),Sylvia, Qinpei, Sherene.
Ooh, so fun, playing with rose petals!!
Do you know you are not supposed to play with these! They are specifically arranged in a shape of a heart and now it's ruined.
Can you see my hands?
Do u start to miss Jasmine?
Alison, Aunty Ah hao, Encari, olsen, Aunty Irene.
J O E| 9:54 PM |
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-=| Wedding day |=-
Well that was only the fun part, after the jiemeis left for the grooms the house became real boring. They came back for tea ceremony, the aunties began to pile jewelleries onto Jasmine.
Well when everything ended, my sister and i went to toapayoh central to get her shoes for the dinner. And just walking around Toapayoh, there were many people who turn their heads, the hui tou lu very high. hmm, i wonder if it was me, or was it my sister, we feel like super stars. Even in the MRT, or the way home in north point and way home, many people just have a glaring look. Hmmm, did we over dress??
You see, my sis wore this
And i wore this, with a green tie.
Went back home to change and get ready for the night, and it was kind of a rush. Reached home at about 3 plus close to 4, and must leave the house at 6pm, within the 3 hours all 3 of us , my sis, mum and i have to use the bathroom and freshen up. And not only that have to do styling of the hair...
Oh well the dinner was at first a disaster, afew uninvited guess came and the tables in the restraunt was all taken up. I came earlier and left my bag at my destinated table. When i came back my sister's seat and my seat were taken up by some people, and just happened that at my uncle's table there was 1 empty seat and my sis procceeded there, the MC went up the stage and said that the dinner was about to begin, leaving me stranded standing in the middle of nowhere. How i wish someone would just give me a plate and i shall just pose to be a waiter.
Well luckily, there was a table with a empty space, so i was pushed to that location. Not to say i'm unwilling, but just that there is not more place. Surrounding me is my 2nd aunty and my older cousins. But so happen that aunty ah hou came to my rescue, she swap places with me, then i got to sit with my other cousins.
Well half way through the dinner i went over to my mother's place and saw that there was a huge mess on the table and seat where my mum is seating.heard that my mother's apparel was soiled by this waitress, who was busily clearing the mess she has done.This waitress looks like a old aunty who looks like a 60 year old grandma, She dyed her white hair brown which still looks white to me as the brown was too light and it looks like it was fading away. She had tied her hair in a bun, omg she is such a newbie, or if she issn't, she is a real loser. Well everyone does mistakes at different times of their life, i guess she was just jealous of my mum, and that she was trying to ruin her. That restraunt is really smart, they have name tags on the waiteress aunties, but they are "CL**", and who will actually remember the damn no.? Peh! I was quite shock with my mum's reaction, at the hair salon, if the hair stylist were to do any mistakes on her, that stylist will not survive the next sunrise. She will screach at the guy, and complain that she is really displeased with him/her. And will bitch about him/her the next time anything goes wrong. And of cause get a discount when it's time for payment and stuff like that. But this time she kept quiet and just went to the washroom and wash that stain away. If i were her, i will scream and complain to see the manager and write a complain and swear to myself never ever ever to enter this rotten lousy restraunt. I was complaining about this to Sylvia and the scene of "white chicks" came to me, about she getting a "BF" a bitch fit. Well i guess she works in a old folks home, and i guess that lady should be in one, and i guess that soften her hert and not complain about the waitress, as that aunty might lose her job and might not have pocket money to leave on for the next month.
J O E| 4:29 AM |
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-=| Preparations before the Wedding |=-
Jasmine’s wedding was last Wednesday, and I was in charge of the corsages. Had to buy fresh flowers from Cold storage, go over to the market to get ribbons. And at the same time my sister wanted to get a letter printed from her floppy A, all thanks to the printer whose ink dried up due to the lack of frequent usage.
We went over to all the photo shops that we can find and we know of, as they print pictures for digital cameras so they should be able to print documents from computer to paper. My mum was able to get it done in Kodak at the branch at Toapayoh, and over at the market that branch was not able to get it done. We went over to the shop, and my sister tried to ask if they provide such services, but the sales assistant was very firm and sure that every branch of Kodak in Singapore does not have such service, her attitude was quite bad too. After this incident our image of Kodak was destroyed, we used to think that Kodak services were quite good, but proven wrong.
Back home, my sister volunteered to help me with my corsages. Due to the structure of forget me not, I had to pick out small clumps of it. Forget me not grows in small clumps, and these clumps grows out of a stem in a leaf vein structure of left right left right pattern. And if I were to put the whole stem into the corsage, it would be a huge gigantic bunch of forget me not bouquet. To prevent this problem from happening, I have to select the super rare, one clump on a stem forget me not. Anyway no worries, using my mediocre talent of mine I was able to do a group of 9 bunches of flowers for the sisters.
And my sister did me a good favour of adding on the mini baby breath like flower, did not know what was it called but I saw loads of them up in Cameron highlands selling 5 bucks a huge bunch and it’s damn expensive over at Singapore. Due to the last minute changes in using ribbons, few original ideas were modified. The tying ribbon for the corsage should be a double, a pink and white ribbon going together like the dragon and the phoenix, tying into a double bow. But later we realised that there weren’t enough ribbon to go around the hand, so it became a single bow, however it was pink on one side and white the other, I guess the meaning was still there of the dragon and phoenix going together. Due to the old Chinese culture, the Chinese braiding knot was originally the bride and groom’s hair combined together to tie a knot, how romantic, but nowadays who keeps such long hair, like xiao long nu and her nephew. To combine the pink ribbon and the white ribbon together my sis had to use tread and needle to sew round and round the ends of the ribbon. To end the corsage, she wrapped the stems together with green florist tape and finishes the corsage with a silver ribbon in front.
Kept the wrist corsages in the fridge for the night, did not know if it was good for the flowers or not, as the dry cold air would cause the flowers to dry up faster, but the temperature in the fridge would prevent the flower from dying sooner due to our humid weather.
J O E| 4:26 AM |
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-=| Making friends |=-
The eggs in the machine are the huge community of people out there. Adding the coin into the machine and turning the lever is the effort put in to get to know about the person. The advertisement is the first impression that people in the community give. The other toys are the minority people, the very extremes, either the very evil people which you wished you never meet or those rare, very good and kind people which you thought never existed. Due to the different characters of everyone, they would be impressed with different eggs.
Many people have played this game, and have played them many times. The life of the egg toy after leaving the machine would be how much you like being with the person, either being chucked into a toy basket, or onto the table which would be seen frequently. I believe that there is no such thing as there is a destined fish in the sea meant for everyone, and some how or rather the fish will come to you some part in your life and live happily ever after.
I’m going to be 18 this year, and I guess I’ve got to open my eyes wide and look around and make more friends. I do not want to be single any longer, but is there any choice? Do I sound despo? Ha ha ha, well this was just a random thought after observing people playing this machine.
J O E| 4:25 AM |
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-=| Becoming uber... |=-
Breakout! Yeah, that was what happened to me yesterday. Pimple scars are already wall papered all around my face and three huge pimples burst. Omg! What am I going to do? I better hide, no I cannot see anyone, or should I say no one should see me. What am I going to do? What am I going to do? I look disfigured!
Wedding is coming up, and I shall be remembered for my scar-ry face. It’s so degrading! Going to church and seeing so many beautiful people and me, a freaking Shrek!
J O E| 12:37 AM |
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-=| So what have I been up to? |=-
My sis went over to Bali on Tuesday afternoon, and yes, the house is back to the original state, an empty shell. No more mad woman to wake me up for branch, no more long chatty lame conversations for the love sick, no more spastic child around, no more lunatic calling me a idiot, ah~, and no more quarrels over the bedside lamp. Yeah, sounding like I’m missing my playmate huh? Heiyah, as long as she has friends with her, she will just leave me alone, abandoning me here alone. You might say that she is just going there for one week, one week, forever, no difference. Ha ha ok, I do not really miss her that much, just hope she come back home safely.
LaSalle has called me to attend an interview. Yay! And guess what? My portfolio is not even out, OMG!, I better start sketching, or I’ll be dead. I wonder do I even have a single chance of entering, my sketches are so lousy.
Have been really bored at home, watching TV, more TV and have I mentioned TV? Yap and TV. Have you guys noticed those television channels in the afternoon? I would rather listen to my principal talk, not to say I would have any chance to, I think. Channel5 is the cow boy show with the famous Clint East Wood, Channel U only starts showing at 3, and often starts off with repeated Super Sunday, Channel 8 are some China historical findings, about oracle bones, chin Shi huang di, and many more.
Jasmine’s wedding is march8 and I will be doing corsages, fearing that the flowers will wilder I was thinking of experimenting with dried flowers. And on Wednesday, my mum and I went to get forget me nots in dark and light pink. And I went home to experiment with the dried Chinese new year forget me nots, the flowers started to drop off by clumps, what a night mare. I wonder those flowers that we got can last for another week, because it’s not till next week that we need it, and I guess by then they will be dying soon. Bah! I should have just listened to my instincts to buy it the day before the wedding.
J O E| 12:36 AM |
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-=| Storeroom |=-
It’s very funny though, in the bible there is a parable about the storeroom or something, and I remembered very clearly that my bible teacher said that the store room is a person’s mind and soul. It’s quite true huh? People would always keep their darkest secrets and things that they don’t want people to know in the store room and that are really a good place to know a person inside out. But of course, secrets doesn’t always appear as things, but most of the times they are things that happened and memories of the pass. Hmm, these type of storerooms are really locked up by the owner of these memories and it’s up to that person to share it.
Eh? What am I writing about? Argghh! Anyways, is it going to be freaky if one day everybody out there can actually read people’s deepest darkest secrets? I bet the person would be like, this person has so much juicy secrets or I did not know you were such a person. But actually it would also be a good thing, because this way everyone would be themselves and there is no point of hiding their true self, and even if they were to do so, others too can see through them.
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng P3RS0N@L!TY
Personality : Flamboyant T@g W!SH3S 3M@!l CURR3NT M00D W3@TH3R F00T PR!NTS !N 3 S@nd R@D!0 ST@T!0NS P@ST R3CORDS L!NKS
DOB : 19th May 1988
Age : 19+
Height : 1.73++m
Weight : Abt 60kg
Zodiac : Dragon
Horroscope : Taurus
Fav Sports : Breathing exercises on the bed every night(snore)
Fav colour : Blue, silver, black
Fav things : Vintage looking stuff...
Hates : People who commands me to do anything
Worst habits : Talking back, bitching...
Best Habits : Obeys house rules
How do u relax : Bitching, complaining, vibrate my ear drums with sound waves from my disc man
One thing tat no one noes abt? : i'm Sentimental...
Three words 2 describe me : Rude Noisy Freak
One liner tat i'm most proud of : Being kind to your enemy means to be cruel to yourself
Moto in life : Look 4 a goal n strife hard
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