...against what?
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Dreams, I has them.
Despite the grammatically incorrect title, this probably be a more serious post.
Absurd, maybe, but serious nonetheless.
I had dreams two nights in a row. I find this significant because I spent the first night playing resident evil for 5 hours with kohei, and my dream was about family. MY family. Everyone gathered round some house that mostly resembled ah ma's* house. Ah ma making all my favourite food and jelly and stuff.
That would have been the most impacting part of the dream, coz I swear I remember some parts involving a chase or something. (Not by giant servings of my favourite food, heh.)
Or not.
Probably not.
Then I woke up and looked around the living room of Justin's sister's house. Tv. Check. PS3. Check. 1.5 L of Aloe Vera drink. Check. Gas heater still turned on and not leaking lethal amounts of gas to which I woke up to and will save everyone from gas poisoning and the house from destruction, check. Kohei, chec......wait, where is Kohei? He's supposed to be fast asleep on the couch. Maybe he's checking his mail on the computer. Or maybe he's run off with my wallet and Justin's car. Well...*drove* off then.
My wallet, check.
Ok...maybe it got cold and he decided to make-a snuggle-snuggle with-a Justin, and then it turned into-a sexy time.
Ah-ha-ha. My name-a Mario.
Argh. But yeah, that was my post-dream self thinking. Or just an Anti-best friend gay mechanism kicking in. Me talking like-a Mario, that is. Actually, sexytime should have been my name-a Borat. I actually muttered "my name-a mario" out loud...softly. Out soft.
Yeah.
Anyhoo, after letting my semi-conscious, just-woke-up-from-dream-self run wild with my imagination, I slowly called to it, lovingly but sternly, much like how one tells a huge fluffy dog to go back into its kennel, albeit reluctantly, back into the subconcious part of my mind where it will plot and think up thoughts that will influence my actions and give me awkward wet dreams, much unlike a huge fluffy dog lying down in its kennel looking stoned.
I called out to Kohei, "Kohei?"
Lol, I know. How very descriptive.
Then I heard Kohei answer back, but he sounded less than a metre away. This might just turn into some insane twilight/horror/mystery blog post except I remember that this post is about my dreams. Whew.
Turned out his hoodie and jeans were around the same tone and hue of the couch. Colour harmony. There! Art students DO learn stuff. So then I told him about my dream. And how it did not contain a single multiheaded butt ugly monster which I pump lead into. I told him if there was a God, this is probably his way of telling me to take care of myself. And that I have less-than average heart condition and diabetes prone genes.
After that we had instant noodles.
Then we continued Resident Evil 5 till 5 pm.
We had pizza for dinner.
Ok. The good diet thing starts tomorrow.
That night, which was yesterday, I had another dream. It was set in this HUGE EPIC school/college carnival event. There was a parliament, in which I somehow managed to reverse a decision involving some "great-union of the people" to the favour of the majority (God knows why they didn't win) by telling a girl (who happened to be a member of parliament and the daughter of some big important politician) to "trust me" and I then locked my forearm around her neck from behind and pointed my index and middle finger to her head, which then transformed in a gun. So I was holding her at gunpoint.
"A great-unity, eh? Whoa-whoa-whoa, what do we have here?"
I projected (as theater teaches us to) the second part of the sentenced just as I grabbed her. What followed was a greek-styled dramatic orating to the masses which I finally won with...
"How can there be a great union when the majority disagrees?!"
At this point, true to Hollywood, three quarters of the parliament, which was seated in a lecture-theater style, stood up and cheered wildly, while the rest muttered suspiciously as if plotting my assassination.
Anyhoo, I was actually just thrown into the so-called parliament. It was never revealed that it was a parliament, or that the girl is the daughter of some great politician, or that we are familiar enough for me to say "trust me" and for her to allow me to hold her at gunpoint, or fingerpoint, to get the attention of the crowd. Come to think of it, that girl kinda resembled June. June Bunny Nyaa, that is. I guess in dream you just assume what everything is and the whole thing just works. Or maybe its just your subconscious telling you everything.
I was wearing white. My high-school white pants, given only to prefects and presidents.
I was not a prefect. (Both in the dream and in real life)
I then had celebrity status whereever I walked about in that carnival. Wherever I walked people knew me for the "epic" stunt I pulled and I would get free stuff for repeating the line with all the dramatic flair. Now, I say carnival because there were food stalls and little chess, scrabble, reversi, and what-not competitions around. And at one point I was walking with Kohei when Justin (prolly an organiser) informed us that the reversi competition had an overwhelming turnout and that the current point leader is so good that he is making an oreo for dinner.
With the black and white...yeah, you get the point.
The whole time it was drizzling and it was a bit cold. The buildings somehow had white tiles outside and on the outer perimeter. And there were patches of grass.
I was then somehow running around looking for my other pair of black and green sneakers. I only found one sneaker. I then met someone who resembled Khaidir. He drove off in a four-wheel drive when I couldn't remember his name.
After a little more running around, I woke up.
Alrighty, in conclusion:
1. Both times I was drinking Aloe Vera juice before I fell asleep.
2. I need to start eating healthy.
3. I miss my family.
4. I managed to pull a heroic stunt in a theatrical fashion and in the presence of a girl resembling June. (in the dream, heh)
5. I like the setting of a mostly white-tiled building with green patches of grass while it's drizzling lightly.
6. I will change the colour of my blog.
Lol. Colour of the heart.
Anyhoo, I'm probably gonna read into my dreams more and take heed of my subconscious. Starting with eating lettuce as...no, drinking lettuce as a drink...
HOLY CRAP. I just realized that I have almost never been drinking green tea since the water boiler broke down. That's the whole green and rainy part...I guess.
Yes, I know that you can boil water in a pot.
OK.
1. More veggies.
2. More skyping with family.
3. Audition. MY FRICKING THEATRICAL NEEDS HAVE NOT BEEN SATISFIED. Thus the little dramatic "wet dream" part.
4. Hit the gym.
5. Drink green tea.
6. Rethink my degree path.
Absurd, maybe, but serious nonetheless.
I had dreams two nights in a row. I find this significant because I spent the first night playing resident evil for 5 hours with kohei, and my dream was about family. MY family. Everyone gathered round some house that mostly resembled ah ma's* house. Ah ma making all my favourite food and jelly and stuff.
That would have been the most impacting part of the dream, coz I swear I remember some parts involving a chase or something. (Not by giant servings of my favourite food, heh.)
Or not.
Probably not.
Then I woke up and looked around the living room of Justin's sister's house. Tv. Check. PS3. Check. 1.5 L of Aloe Vera drink. Check. Gas heater still turned on and not leaking lethal amounts of gas to which I woke up to and will save everyone from gas poisoning and the house from destruction, check. Kohei, chec......wait, where is Kohei? He's supposed to be fast asleep on the couch. Maybe he's checking his mail on the computer. Or maybe he's run off with my wallet and Justin's car. Well...*drove* off then.
My wallet, check.
Ok...maybe it got cold and he decided to make-a snuggle-snuggle with-a Justin, and then it turned into-a sexy time.
Ah-ha-ha. My name-a Mario.
Argh. But yeah, that was my post-dream self thinking. Or just an Anti-best friend gay mechanism kicking in. Me talking like-a Mario, that is. Actually, sexytime should have been my name-a Borat. I actually muttered "my name-a mario" out loud...softly. Out soft.
Yeah.
Anyhoo, after letting my semi-conscious, just-woke-up-from-dream-self run wild with my imagination, I slowly called to it, lovingly but sternly, much like how one tells a huge fluffy dog to go back into its kennel, albeit reluctantly, back into the subconcious part of my mind where it will plot and think up thoughts that will influence my actions and give me awkward wet dreams, much unlike a huge fluffy dog lying down in its kennel looking stoned.
I called out to Kohei, "Kohei?"
Lol, I know. How very descriptive.
Then I heard Kohei answer back, but he sounded less than a metre away. This might just turn into some insane twilight/horror/mystery blog post except I remember that this post is about my dreams. Whew.
Turned out his hoodie and jeans were around the same tone and hue of the couch. Colour harmony. There! Art students DO learn stuff. So then I told him about my dream. And how it did not contain a single multiheaded butt ugly monster which I pump lead into. I told him if there was a God, this is probably his way of telling me to take care of myself. And that I have less-than average heart condition and diabetes prone genes.
After that we had instant noodles.
Then we continued Resident Evil 5 till 5 pm.
We had pizza for dinner.
Ok. The good diet thing starts tomorrow.
That night, which was yesterday, I had another dream. It was set in this HUGE EPIC school/college carnival event. There was a parliament, in which I somehow managed to reverse a decision involving some "great-union of the people" to the favour of the majority (God knows why they didn't win) by telling a girl (who happened to be a member of parliament and the daughter of some big important politician) to "trust me" and I then locked my forearm around her neck from behind and pointed my index and middle finger to her head, which then transformed in a gun. So I was holding her at gunpoint.
"A great-unity, eh? Whoa-whoa-whoa, what do we have here?"
I projected (as theater teaches us to) the second part of the sentenced just as I grabbed her. What followed was a greek-styled dramatic orating to the masses which I finally won with...
"How can there be a great union when the majority disagrees?!"
At this point, true to Hollywood, three quarters of the parliament, which was seated in a lecture-theater style, stood up and cheered wildly, while the rest muttered suspiciously as if plotting my assassination.
Anyhoo, I was actually just thrown into the so-called parliament. It was never revealed that it was a parliament, or that the girl is the daughter of some great politician, or that we are familiar enough for me to say "trust me" and for her to allow me to hold her at gunpoint, or fingerpoint, to get the attention of the crowd. Come to think of it, that girl kinda resembled June. June Bunny Nyaa, that is. I guess in dream you just assume what everything is and the whole thing just works. Or maybe its just your subconscious telling you everything.
I was wearing white. My high-school white pants, given only to prefects and presidents.
I was not a prefect. (Both in the dream and in real life)
I then had celebrity status whereever I walked about in that carnival. Wherever I walked people knew me for the "epic" stunt I pulled and I would get free stuff for repeating the line with all the dramatic flair. Now, I say carnival because there were food stalls and little chess, scrabble, reversi, and what-not competitions around. And at one point I was walking with Kohei when Justin (prolly an organiser) informed us that the reversi competition had an overwhelming turnout and that the current point leader is so good that he is making an oreo for dinner.
With the black and white...yeah, you get the point.
The whole time it was drizzling and it was a bit cold. The buildings somehow had white tiles outside and on the outer perimeter. And there were patches of grass.
I was then somehow running around looking for my other pair of black and green sneakers. I only found one sneaker. I then met someone who resembled Khaidir. He drove off in a four-wheel drive when I couldn't remember his name.
After a little more running around, I woke up.
Alrighty, in conclusion:
1. Both times I was drinking Aloe Vera juice before I fell asleep.
2. I need to start eating healthy.
3. I miss my family.
4. I managed to pull a heroic stunt in a theatrical fashion and in the presence of a girl resembling June. (in the dream, heh)
5. I like the setting of a mostly white-tiled building with green patches of grass while it's drizzling lightly.
6. I will change the colour of my blog.
Lol. Colour of the heart.
Anyhoo, I'm probably gonna read into my dreams more and take heed of my subconscious. Starting with eating lettuce as...no, drinking lettuce as a drink...
HOLY CRAP. I just realized that I have almost never been drinking green tea since the water boiler broke down. That's the whole green and rainy part...I guess.
Yes, I know that you can boil water in a pot.
OK.
1. More veggies.
2. More skyping with family.
3. Audition. MY FRICKING THEATRICAL NEEDS HAVE NOT BEEN SATISFIED. Thus the little dramatic "wet dream" part.
4. Hit the gym.
5. Drink green tea.
6. Rethink my degree path.
Oh yeah. And Marvin is going through surgery. For real.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The Premiere of Sunshine and Rainbows!
Sunshine and Rainbows premiere.
Perth, June 03:
Conceived of on the night before the shooting, this film stars Gustave and Mitchell as best friends. Credible sources reports that the film revolves around the abstract and controversial concept of UV rays originating from a star and white light split into a spectrum of 7 colours. "Sukiyaki night is very good!", answered Koh Ei, when asked about the film. "Rainbows are like, gay. Right?", commented Justin Tatel, who could not attend the semi-epically oblivious event due to family obligations.
The audience turnout is estimated at 11 people, give or take a few.
The audience turnout is estimated at 11 people, give or take a few.
-Kukurela news
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