I'm getting soooo irritated becuase of the "director" or as we "affectionately" call him, the Emperor. This big sized china man barking directions at us. Does he even know that we aren't exactly actors?? Hell, we aren't even INTERESTED in the damn play. All we want is our $6/hr as STAGEHANDS. I bet we'd be more then happy to be sweeping the stage or making props, which is probably what we'll end up doing in addition to being the fucking extras. Ah well, whats a person to do. Just gotta grin and do what ever shite he makes us do. All for $36 a day.

Smallville. Its fast becoming a staple for me. Mainly cause of 2 things. Its Superman and Lana Lang played by the heavenly Kristin Kruek. If you haven't been watching this show, you are missing out BIG TIME. Wednesdays 11pm. Watch it.

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sigh... Why are the cute girls all so YOUNG?? Sheesh
Anyway, turns out I'm not going to be a stagehand anymore. Instead I'm stagehand-CUM-extra!!
Whaat the fuck.... rehearsals are at St Theresa's convent, so thats where I have to go everyday. I must say, going to a place like that is a little stressful. I won't elaborate why, I just don't feel right in there.
The director and senior production crew all come from China. Hooray. Its a good thing I didn't put Chinese down as one of my written/spoken languages. I didn't put it down for a reason. Now I have to listen to this old chinese man yelling at me. Yippee. I hate people who ask me
" You are chinese but you can't speak chinese?!? " I think next time, I'll save myself the trouble and just say I'm not Chinese. I'm singaporean and damn proud to be one. How about that? I am at least 3 generations away from China. In fact, I'm a first generation Singaporean. Parents were 2nd generation Malaysians. However, the biggest problem about a stand like this is that there will be a lot of unhappy people. Myself included. Because, many people will feel that I have forgotten my roots and I'm losing my culture. Well... if I think about it long enough, how is one suppose to lose something that was never mine or forget something I never knew?

Chinese. Yay.

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Its been a long time hasn't it?
A few simple updates....
Been watching TV the whole evening, loving it more and more.
Been "working" but that will end soon. It is possible that by tomorrow I will have a new job as a stage hand. Will prove to be an interesting experience.
If that fails, I might end up as a trishaw rider, which I must say is a very unique sounding job.
Annex turns 2 at the Hereen shops. This has nothing to do with me of course, but I just heard this on the 72346, which spells radio.
Still single, not really hunting either.
The adriangan.com domain is back in action, so I assume the email accounts are back as well.
I love the 72346 as well. Kelly Clarkson sounds really good. I like.
Accura finally caved and got himself ICQ, I'm guessing its what his girlfriend is using in China.
The photos I took at the Esplanade's opening turned out utterly crappy, big surprise.
I wanna write programs for my new m515, anyone know how I can learn?

Just minutes ago, as I got off the 106 from Plaza Singapura, I had this overwhelming urge to go camping. I heard the crickets chrip and smelt that plastic, wet grass smell. It reminded me of the few times that I slept in a tent. I want to do that again. I figure the only place I can do that is Sentosa, since I can rent a tent there. But who's gonna accompany me? I know I'll die of boredom if I'm there alone.....

So anyway, a few interesting things happened today. But I seem to have trouble remembering them all... Oh.. heres one. I lost the hands-free set for my phone like months ago, and I've been waiting to get a replacement from a friend since he lost the WHOLE phone. However, my good friend has gone off to OCS, which means a 3 week confinement period. I decide to find out just how much a set costs, maybe I could just pay for a new one. So I go to Lucky Plaza and stop at the first handphone place I see. I enquire about the set, the guy digs up a pair thats wrapped in plastic.

"Brand new" he says. "How much for it?" I enquire. "$58." was the reply. At this moment, he must have read a change of expression on my face because he immediately continue and said,"What price were you looking for?"

With only $50 in my wallet and already deciding to forget the whole "paying" issue, I began my rejection. "Oh.. nah.. its ok, I was just checking out the price".

He pushed his wares again, "brand new set, $40, what price were you looking for?" "no no.. its ok.. I was just gonna check the prices and compare"

"You don't want to buy it now?" he retorted. "No, I don't have that much cash on me" I lied. After saying this, I began to turn away and walk off when I heard the guy's desperate attempt "$20!"

In retrospective, what I should have done was give the guy a cold hard stare and bitch about how he tried to sell it to me at $58 when he was willing to go down to $20. That would have made it possible to push the price down to who knows how much! But... sadly... I'm not exactly the quickest of thinkers. My mind was already set on that FREE pair that my friend had, so there. I ended up rushing off in a hurry cause I was meeting friends for "city by the sea".

City by the sea.. thats another thing to ponder about. I thought it was damn boring. But a friend of mind felt that it was the movie of the month. 10/10. Perfect score. I give it a 4...or so. Its not total rubbish. Its just damn boring. Its long, slow and kind of predictable. But hey, I liked s1m0ne and so close, so maybe you shouldn't be taking my word for it. My friend however likes City and hates Transporter. This means I should go watch Transporter. I'm sure I'll have a blast.

What else was amusing.... Oh.. my goooood friend came up with a lovely statement today.
"We are all equal. It doesn't matter how rich or poor you are. Everyone's shit ends up in the same place in the end."

what a load of crap.

That wierd, uncomfortable feeling of helplessness is back. That sensation that people feel when they realise that another stage in life is coming to a close and there isn't a single thing anyone can do about it. The feeling of uneasiness and just a little bit of anticipation. Its that same sickly feeling I got many many months ago in March. When I recieved this computer-printed green letter.

Dec 10. Tekong beckons.

Dear Whoever-is-reading-this,
Hey.. Hows life for you? Mine has been just dandy. I'm holding on of the MOST boring jobs that I've ever had, I've run debts up to $150 (in my defence, $100 of that is actually owed to myself), I've got $5 left till Saturday, my EzLink card has run into the negetive numbers, My large collection of loose change has really BECOME loose change, I'm reading books that I've finished months ago, I'm reading books that I decided were pure drivel months ago, I still have no idea when my enlistment date is and I see no end to the pimples that sprout across my face.

If you detected a *hint* of sarcasm in the last paragraph, allow me to congratulate you on how observant you are.

Its times like this that one needs to dream. To dream of a better life, of better times. I listen to Sugar Ray's album and I find myself transported back to Siggraph 2001. I listen to Utada Hikaru, and I see myself in the streets of Japan again. I flip through JUICE magazine, and I can here the music of Mambo at Zouk, but thats cause theres some retro song on my playlist right now, something by Belinda Carlise.

Did I mention that 50% of my spare time is devoted to sleeping now? I come home from work, completely lethargic. I force myself to stop by the pull up bars everyday and see how many I can do. Today it was 5 and 7/8 pullups. My chin didn't go over the bar for the last one, so I won't count it. So anyway, I get home lethargic and half-starved. I plop myself on the sofa, watch the Simpsons, have dinner, watch You're Under Arrest and after that I'm usually heading to my room to sleep. Thats what I did today. Slept till 9.50. Got up, watched Restless and the last 30 mins of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Now, I'm here.

My life is just daaaandy.

Yours Truly,
adrian

work sux.