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Saturday, March 15, 2008
+ one spot of grime +
Dear blog... 14th mar 2008 marks a strange day where much interesting shit happened. Caught up a rare lunch with 5hyan and helped her with some history essay stuff. i watched one of the most awesome movies of all time, Juno, which scores a M-M-MONSTER KILL based on screenplay alone. I watched the NUS Dramafest. Its an event close to my heart because I helped produce the first inaugural Dramafest last year, and its waaay cool to see how my baby is maturing. They even got UCC theatre this year. We only had pissin LY13 last year. Oh well, everybody has to start somewhere. Topped things off with sheares supper with some other graduatin peeps. But none of the above makes it strange. Those merely contributed to the illusion that my day would be perfect. Marcus accompanied me for the movie and dramafest, and we discussed our plans for the future. This type of serious conversation inevitably goes back to our past. I was just sayin how i was happy with my KR life (with graduation looming 'round, its kinda like before u die, how u sum up your life). Thats my verdict. I had done all i wished to do. Helped orientation, played guitar, wrote songs, wrote news, acted, produced and directed. Made a big name for myself. Kept all disagreements professional. Wasn't bogged down by politics or vendettas. Marcus points out that i owe him a meal for helpin me get into KR. No problem. I do owe him. Lets get down to the beef. Mar 14 also marks the night one of my friends is revealed to be a psycho-bitch. I am shocked mainly because i had never before really really got tangled up with a psycho-bitch. Thus I never expected to. How naive. I'd at least expect myself to spot a psycho-bitch early on. Naive me again. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt. Thats not naive, thats just being realistically sociable. Whateva the case, it ruined a perfectly good evening. Kudos u psycho-bitch, you've hidden that part of yourself from everyone (just a guess) except me. My final offering of reconciliation was thrown back. Fine then, i shall leave on this note. Many who leave hall life talk of its slimy under-belly. So now i've got a spot of grime too. Its not Hall's fault. Every human institution has its own share of shit. ok i've tried to keep my language civil yet ambiguous. So i shall convey the rest of my feelings thru the medium of JPEG visual art.  *raises wine glass*
ian wong beats around the bush@
12:14 PM
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