Gas Mint Breath

See, being Hairul, after he suffers a blow that would send him down to the bottom of his shit hole..,
This time round, it’s a totally, entirely different thing.

I’ll break it down for you.

After I am done with this note, I am going to update some stuffs on my organiser.
Afterwhich, I will go to sleep.
I will wake up the next day and it’ll be my off day.
Waking up would be around 2-3 in the afternoon.
I will have my shower, munch a wee bit of junk and then, I will head out.
I would go to the atm and draw some cash, before proceeding to make my monthly bike installments.
When I am done with that, I would probably get down to a Challenger store, Either at the IMM or Vivo, to get a much needed earphones.
I would be free then, of which I might either ride up to the studio OR ZenPlaceNumberOne; to do some stoning or reflections or get started on my journal or even get some random photography going!

See! Different, right? It’s going to be a brand new day; tomorrow. Still lonely, but I’ll get by. I always do.

So! What about you then?

*You know who you are, and if you are reading this, don’t beat yourself over it. I knew you won’t.*

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.

Well, I guess, I couldn’t.

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.

Could I?

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.

Alright. It is nearing 5 a.m and I am still wide awake, but my body is aching for my bed. I want to sleep, I do. But I can’t.

iPod is on shuffle mode and I am listening to every single song; even if it is crappy. I didn’t even bother to change when it came to a shitty song. I just don’t.

Let’s post some photos. The only reason of what is keeping me awake.

Here’s one.

 
The above was one of the many steps that I need to do before achieving my very first “masterpiece”.

And this next one is called, “my very first masterpiece”.

Yes, my first Andy Warhol tryst. I think it is quite a nice piece. Except for that slight white at the top of frame 3 (the baby blue background). I spent hours, and I really meant it when I said hours. The only reason it wasn’t perfected was because I was to eager to see the final product.

Well, I guess I shall end it here. Oh wait.

I feel so tempted to have Ditzy-Awun Sundays, yet again. But by the look of his face when I hugged you at the Esplanade before Cesspit plays, I don’t think it’s a good idea afterall.

And you, I don’t care what you have to say or think. Things have changed around here and I don’t even see you laying your fingers on it. Except to push the tables around to me with that mere, “It is not wrong.” phrase. Sad. Truly, sad.

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.

I am still not in the mood for anything after the gig last last night. I couldn’t really be at my best simply because I was denied to be in the photographer’s pit. To think I have the Photographer’s Pass, only to be in the mosh pit amongst the stupid crowd. Fuck that.

Nonetheless, here’s from yesterday.

Cesspit with the desired line-up.

Shahrul with a friend's guitar

Enjoying every minute of it, the horns section.

Wake Up

That’s about it. Even if you guys think the above are good and nice photos, it’s still sucky to me. For the fact that I have a pass, but it’s useless in the end.

I guess, that sums up the one hour slot for Cesspit at the Esplanade’s Even Ruder gig. As usual, they were well recieved by the crowd and the band’s morale were at the all time high after getting way too positive critics from the audience. They played a new original as well, Kucingku, I think.

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.

Well, another late entry, but what the hell right?

Spent this off day with Fad. Don’t get wrong idea, but we’re both straight. Just two friends with a common hobby *photography*, spending an off day together. And we had the ASA Card. The places that we went to are in order and once again, the photos uploaded are my personal favorites. So, to hell with what you think.

Labrador Secret Tunnel.

This really was an interesting place to begin with. Situated at Labrador Park, it was an underground tunnel that the British used to store their ammunition. It was starting to drizzle when we got there but it was worth the wait. I never knew that there was more to what I’ve learnt in secondary school on the Japanese Occupation. I never knew that the bombings of Pearl Harbor was one of the strategy the Japanese used when they are on our land. Geesh.

Of course, Fad had to be my model for this outing.

A common shot when visiting the Secret Tunnel. Felt that I should have one in my archive too. So, here it is.
Singapore Flyer.

This is my very first time on the flyer and it really wasn’t that bad as I thought it would be. I mean, you have to be there to know, right? And there I was on the Flyer with Fad, both of us are like amazed with what was around us. It was a good 30 minutes spent snapping away and gawking at the view. 

Once again, model for the day.

This would have been an ultimate favorite if the sun was setting was a clear day. Unfortunately, it was drizzling slightly.
Night Safari.

Night Safari was a random visit. Initially, Fad were supposed to go paintball-ing with the rest of the crew at Orchid Country Club. But, by the time we reached Yishun, it was raining so heavily that visibility was zero, on the road. We stopped for shelter at the first coffeshop we saw and waited for the rain to subside. With angry lightnings going off like my speedlite going out of control, paintball was cancelled. And both of us are still stucked at that coffeshop with nothing to do but coffee and ciggies.

It took awhile for the rain to cease and since we’re at Yishun and there are still time, we headed for Night Safari. The ride from Yishun to Mandai was one that I would never forget. It was superbly cold and we were soaked to the core. Numb fingers and shivering bodies. I would never want to land in that situation again.

Anyways..

One of my favorite animals, second to the penguins are these smelly but sleek creatures, the Otters. Flash photography was forbidden but I do had some sneak shots at one of the exhibits. This one is purely without the use of my speedlite and fully dependent on the lightings of the exhibit.

Well, I am too lazy to upload anymore pictures of Creatures of the Night; so I end the Night Safari entry with this shot. You could see these at the entrance of Night Safari.
Both of us had a blast at Night Safari. From covering the trails, to the suspension bridge to the Bats exhibit to the China tourist. It was a good day spent and an enjoyable one too, despite the weather not being kind to us.

I hope you guys enjoyed the the photos I’ve uploaded and please, you’re comments and critics on them are very much appreciated.

I end this entry with this..

“Haiyah! Don’t use frash ar! So naughty ar! &*$^@*#^%#.”
“Fuck, lady. You scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry Sir, no flash photography.”

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.

Ok! This update took quite sometime, but I guess it’s okay because I knew that I don’t really have that much readers. Anyways, please refer to title.

Cesspit has once again delivered a rocking hard performance at Republic Polytechnic, appearing as a guest band to close the Republic Polytechnic’s Community Arts Festival entitled Reflections.

Though Shah was late, they continued on the show giving the crowd what they stayed till the end for. The only hiccup that occurred during the gig was Shahrul’s guitar cable which was faulty and was annoying the hell out of the talented guitarist.

Anyways, I was there to cover the event for Red Rat Radical; I found myself neglecting my duties and was skanking away with the crowd. Cesspit was well recieved by the hyped up crowd. All of them, including myself was enjoying that half and hour set.

This gig featured the new added member, Fir, who plays the trombone, in replace of Hadi who is currently serving the nation.

Below are the photos that are of my personal favorites and I don’t really care what you guys think. Because, like I’ve mentioned, these are my personal favorites. 

The lightings done by the guy behind the mixer was simply amazing.

This is my very first attempt at getting a shot of the lead on stage, behind him.

Another attempt like the previous image, but this time with the horns section.

Cesspit. Simply love the lightings for this one. Can’t explain why.

Well, I have more from that gig, but these are the ones that I felt should get viewing from my readers. By the way, Cesspit will be performing again at the Esplanade on November 30th. See you guys there, I’ll be in the photographers pit.

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.

“Shut up, you talk too much. Ho OoO oh. Shut up, you talk too much.”
-The Offspring, Pay The Man.

Anyways, ALL is well. You’re on your own, Miss. Everyone is being professional to me and vice versa.

This is the furthest that I could go with this so called “war” that you are starting up again.

Shit. If I were to tender now, I’d still have to go through one week of you. Damn. If only they announced this move way before. Double damn.

Like the back of *insert name here* hands? My ass.

*with that, I opened a whole new world of assumptions.*

I just don’t agree with that. So, screw you and everything, anything that you stand for.

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.

I just got back from Dz’s. We played Monopoly on my laptop with Sab and thier cousin, Heikal *I think*. I didn’t get to see Dz’s mum as she was already asleep. And then they had guests, so I kept to myself in his room.

My backache got the best of me last Monday which I reluctantly went to the doc’s and got myself an M.C. I cursed myself that entire Monday for the M.C.

Well, pretty much blank for an entry but I guess that is what I am. Blank. I have no motivation and I’ve lost that feeling of being myself again. I found myself keeping to myself, frustrated at things which I have no control of and am aware of it. It’s a sucky feeling, trust me.

I do want to go out with my camera and archive random stuffs but I just can’t be bothered. Even cleaning up my room was a drag for me.

Tell me what is going on and when will it stop? I am certainly feeling very lonely. Those at work aren’t that much of a company either.

Emotional breakdown on it’s was and I could feel it.

Like I have mentioned, this entry is pointless and it is just there for the sake of another entry.

Will try harder next time. I am so sick of this.

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.

Okay. Here we go.

You know what, Miss? I have no idea what your problem is. But let’s get it down.

You are outdated.

I am clueless what your issue is, but, my issues with the people at work have been resolved. At least, that is what I think. Let’s see.

Muna. She’s all good. We’re only talking when it comes to work. Which is fine. I know she still has that Orgasmic Eye Rolling Hate Hairul World, but that is her shit, you know? And I have no say in that. At the end of the day, there’s no issue here.

Mira. She’s all good too! She’s in her own little world with the girls. But that is just it. We still talk. No issues there.

Farah. Okay, I know she hates it if I were to mention her name here, but she was one of the party involved right? Well, what about her, Miss? Nothing. I have alrady unblocked her on MSN. And I saved her mobile. And we do talk. We do. She even asked me for songs! So, that’s that. No issues here too!

See, these are the 3 parties involved and there isn’t anymore issues here.

Then came Dear Miss Ditzy. Who claimed overall Mothership. Wow. Seriously. Muna has a problem with me and this issue. The same feelings that you have towards it. But it’s all done and died. Then you decided to come in with the, “Oh I am so gonna blog about this.” What the hell is that?

This is unnecessary. Like totally. See, I have no idea why I am even bothered to do this when the fact is, I don’t. At all. Game was over a long time ago, Miss. But if you think you are in the game, well then, sorry. You’re playing on your own. You’ve heard everybody’s side of the story, including mine. By having that perpective entry of yours, you are just starting things up again. When the fact is, there is no more to talk about.

So, why don’t you run along now and get pretty for your day. And leave me to myself. That was how the issue died. Nobody just cares anymore. And we’re happy it stayed that way.

Afterall, we’re just humans, aren’t we?
I’m done for now.