Archive for May 8th, 2008

That Glass House

Last night was the Apostrophe event at this gorgeous little glass house (that’s what i call it anyway) right across the road from BSC. In order to exhibit the finalist videos, tvs were placed in different settings throughout the glass house.

The settings had random objects making some freaky, some quirky and all just a bit weird, which was great!

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They showed the ‘chicken’ video, with a plate of chicken wings served there. I’m not sure whether this was intentional.
I chomped on chicken wings while watching someone break chickens’ necks on the screen.
“How can you do that?” someone asked, “That’s just sick!”
“Urm…” i chewed carefully, “I, er, watched this video before?”
“Still!”

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Oh man, this room was kinda scary. They set up some dummies in bed which made me stone for a while when i stepped into the room.

After a minute, Rudy and i had this idea where maybe after a few drinks, i’d go lie in the bed and scare the shit out of ppl when he lures them in.

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It was so hot we didn’t bother :p

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RowdyRudy, SueThePixie, DreamerCyn

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Navin, me, EveVon

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Yeah, so i’m no longer a redhead. Milcah wanted to change it, and since i pretty much let her do whatever she wants to my hair, i agreed. Apparently she got sick of people referring to me as ‘Red-haired Joyce’ and prollie did it to throw them off tangent. I don’t mind, rather, embracing the change. It does get a bit tiring when people keep on staring in malls or sussing me out in a crowd to talk and i happen to be very tired and end up being branded snobby cos i cannot layan properly -_-

So now it’s blue-black with a dash of red.
I like it, and think i’ve unconsciously been wearing black (according to Salah Chan) to match my hair, cos like, i feel all goth and shit now, y’know? *flips black hair*

Okay it’s late. And when i start typing like this, it means it’s time to get off the comp.

 

A STOP to H.W.S!

“What’s wrong with you?”
“I’m having H.W.S.”
“What the hell is that…”
“Holiday Withdrawal Syndrome.”
“You just went on holiday!”
“What are you talking about… that was Bali! Or was it Vietnam..? That was ages ago! More than two months!”
“TWO MONTHS?! I haven’t taken a holiday in a year!!!”

Dude, that’s your prerogative.

Thanks to Apxara Travel and Events, a bunch of us are being sponsored to go sailing in Langkawi from tomorrow till Saturday.

Finally! A stop to H.W.S!
A room in Westin!
Sailing with Salah Chan!
Freeflow on the boat!
Sun! I MISS THE SUN!
Waves, water, breeze!

By the way, SarChan has a new name. It ignited from when i accidentally introduced Reza Salleh to someone as Reza Salah.
Then someone dubbed Sarah Chan, Salah Chan. And i don’t know where she came up with this (but i had to admit it made me laugh heaps) was when she started calling me Joyce Wrong.

-_-

So yeah, Salah Chan and Joyce Wrong will be rocking the media troupe along with John (former editor of KLue, current editor of NewMan), ChengLeong and apparently NicoleKiss as well.

I know i haven’t been blogging properly lately, but i think this will be great to put me back on Semangat Track for everything.
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Styling is not as easy as it seems! Went to Puma to sort out our KLue Blue Chilli Awards finalists in their gear (i wrote about it a while back) for the shoot, and whilst picking out items and styling myself takes but a jiffy every day, doing it for ten people with different body types with just one store at my disposal… was not.

0_-

I wish i had more time to pick things out and not be so rushed though.
Now i’m afraid it’s going to suck.
-_- And i shouldn’t have written it here but i already have -_-
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More blogging after i go shower and rest a bit first.

Oh yeah…

qube

DidiBuli says i look like i belong in a band now.
I fully agree. Only problem is i can’t sing.
Or play an instrument.