The Bigger Picture

Now I understand why I've been taking on things outside of studies. I think the reason would probably because I've fell out of love with it. Well, maybe not. I was never in love with it in the first place. It's this immense sense of satisfaction watching things created from scratch... be it a programme booklet or an event. Doing something so hands-on is fulfilling and getting the chance to do something practical where no one's going to tell you exactly how to do it satiates my sense of adventure of trying something new, or to do things that haven't been done before. I've had it with mugging, really.

The experience has been refreshing.

I hope Punk'd By The Moon goes well.

And to Kelvin and Liqi: I'm proud of you both, no matter the outcome. I think the part worth respecting is that you guys are fighting hard for what you believe in and that's probably all that matters.

Your Greatest Fear

My greatest fear in life is death.

Most Important Thing

... in life are peeeekktuuuuuures.



And presenting to you, the 5 male pageant contestants for The 12th Parallel! Not bad right! I think I look young enough to join them. Okay maybe I have a kiddy face.



IMO, most outstanding costume. Yixiiiiiiiiiiiiiiang!



Okay, no need for introduction. I can't begin to count the number of times we showed everyone how it's really done. We rock.



How do you win Mr Personality? Well as his current favourite song goes, you've got to be "so ugly". After helping him get the song on his phone I heard that he's been terrorizing people all around with it. On top of that you've got to do really stupid stuff in front of the camera and also grab your butt cheeks ferociously on stage. Congratulations Bernard. For your antics, you are deserving. ;)

My Zara T-shirt here looks like it's black. Well it is. Earlier for the opening dance on stage Bernard (the above-mentioned Mr Personality) swopped his dark blue Zara T with me and it happened to be the same size, although of course we looked vastly different in it. What a coincidence!



Me with my Kung Fu roomie!



The pre-party.



I wanted the sword for myself. But it's not called a sword, is it? All of a sudden I can't remember it. *wikis* Okay fine, they call it sword. I thought it was a cutlass or something!



I have the same expression in all the photos that night. All the running around impounded my creativity.



I love it. It's like a family photo!



The 4 pageant contestants from my OG. I am very honoured to have worked with them from FOC all the way till DND. In fact I guess it's kind of strange that I don't get to see them that often after 5 weeks of crazy time.

I collectively have like 9 pageant people from Ravioli and Halphas. I am convinced something about me has rubbed off on them.

Send me more photos people! Facebook photos are low quality. =(

Turn Your Car Around, Find Your Way Back Home

I wish DND hadn't ended.

Cos now it just leaves me with time and space to emo about things that haven't been going right. Lots of things haven't been going right, just that I could choose to ignore them. Maybe I get involved in lots of stuff to escape from how sucky my life really is. Or how much of a mess I've made it. I'm stuck in a rut.

It's cold outside. It rained today. I'm listening to the Sheng Xia Guang Nian soundtrack that FSS (fellow Social Sect) sent to me. I'm supposed to help him come up with some piano music for his short film. It's pretty inspiring. It's great music.

But now all it's doing is making making me feel emo.

I hate that I'm stuck in a position I can't get out of.

I hate that I need people to acknowledge me. My presence. My skills. My everything. I just need affirmation. It's a crazy, horrible feeling to have to constantly fill that black hole of need.

What am I looking for?

Maybe I just need that few people that I can give my all to. And that I will get back in return. Maybe I found them, and I lost along the way. It's too late to think of what I've done wrong. And all the nasty secrets that I keep.

I need to turn my life around.

I

Shannoniganss

Beat Goes On

Should I carry on
Will it matter when I'm gone
Does it make a difference
Will any of this matter
How high

Nothing lasts forever

If only we all knew what we wanted.

Then we wouldn't spend so much fucking time searching.