Wazzup, DOC?

Hello and welcome aboard to DOC, the wackiest and most dynamic flight of your life! Departure will be on the 17th of April, in a minute’s time, and for the next 4 days prepare yourself for an entire array of bizarre happenings (which means, not your usual boring kind of events) brought to you by the entire crew of DOC. Along the aisle, you might just encounter strange homo-sapiens, but please, do not panick; they would be either one of us — or one of you. It’s the same both ways.

In case of emergency, please bring along your own medication. Already we have an unforseen case of asthma attack. We sincerely hope the patient is well and kicking (actually, sleeping would be more appropriate) right now. Thank you for your cooperation and we hope you enjoy your flight.

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(Day 0, Design Orientation Camp 2007 – Camp Radical. Programme Comm girls have been allocated 03-10B/C classrooms as temporary bunks before the Freshies arrive tomorrow morning. Look what we have here… luggages. And dearest Hajar our Prog Head ^^ Ironically, it was the first time ever my mommy drove me to school and we got the wrong directions, to the airport via PIE, then Tampines Central and Ave blah, blah and blah, before finally getting onto the right track. Had briefings on and off, dinner at KFC and a good bath at the Sports Complex. At a point of time, I was the only person there and my mind started wandering again. Gosh, how much does it take to tone down my imagination… It’s something that’s troubling me for a while now, so the best thing is to avoid ghost stories and films. ROFL, really. Tomorrow will be a long day ahead, I better be able to handle my station game damn well. Do not disappoint!)

See you later, Freshies. We have yet to begin :)



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Don’t screw up!

You know you are going to screw up big time for a final project website when 1) you have not seen your lecturer’s face for too many days that you seem to forget how he looks like; 2) you sign up for a 5-day camp when that particular week is submission week; 3) you paint your nails at 1.36am and leave the other stuff to be packed only on the day of camp; 4) you are being invited into mass conversation with 14 people and you can’t make out who’s talking; 5) you are listening to the same soundtrack (in this case it’s ???? OST) for the 2nd time and thinking of what to blog about Nada Sou Sou which you watched last week with Adeline at Vivo GV and realising you didn’t love the movie (nor soundtrack) as much as Taiyou no Uta because Tsukamoto Takashi hasn’t much lines *lol* and you didnt understand why they made Satoshi’s character die so abruptly nearing the end and the fact that any form of love r/s wasn’t very very established between them although Tsumabuki Satoshi’s cute performance kind of appeals to you 6) you type a super long sentence like the one above and play the soundtrack for the 3rd time when others are losing hair over their final project; 7) insomnia’s returning once again; 8) you plan to watch Nightmare Detective (opens 19 April, let’s sneak out during camp to watch :D:D:D) but the irony lies in the fact that you couldn’t sleep yesterday because of the billion random / horrifying / nonsensical thoughts bombarding you but *which implies that you are quite out of your mind* you are still dying to watch it because of Ryuhei and Ando <3; 9) you have no solid plans for your design, however, your head is full of scenes and characters from Battle Royale the manga especially Shinji Mimura whom you have grown to LOVE (more than Kiriyama Kazuo? Oh no!!!!! Yes it’s true, more than Kiriyama! *wails*). Fangirling about Shinji (ok, and other manga characters like Kazuo and Shuuya) shall be left till another day. 10) you don’t know if it’s possible to complete your final at all, but judging on past experiences, the week after Design Orientation Camp will be hell for you, lazy bum. And you will still do a great job *hopefully? =/* in churning out last minute ideas from an already dead brain, so congrats; 11) you keep repeating phrases like “Crap, I’m stuck in this.”

Oh I am just so proned to making lists these days.
Might consider this format for future entries :)
See you at DOC, freshies and everyone else alike.



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4 years ago, your demise brought about a sudden change in my life. Nothing was very much the same after that April Fool’s day. It is ironic, still, that you left when everything was perfect.

3 years ago, through a website, I got to know a group of local fans. They told me about you much more than the newspapers did, and I was really amazed at your kindness, beauty and artistic ways. I collected everything about you, memorised your songs, analysed your movies and concerts and created so many blogskins just because I loved to do so.

2 years ago, I visited Hong Kong for the first time with them, even though it was the middle of a school term during my secondary 4 year. It was the trip I never will forget. You inspired my final Art coursework and have been the inspiration for most of my artworks since then.

1 year ago, I lit that candle at 6.41pm at the podium outside Jardine House, Central, overlooking Mandarin Oriental Hotel. We traced your footsteps, dropped by your home, bought flowers and made cards, attended the glamorous memorial events and caught your movie screenings in the cinemas just like the year before.

This year, “There will not be any formal program (by LLA), but you, your hearts and your candles will be with Leslie, at the time when he needed us most four years ago.” I stayed home to watch ??? ??? Teenage Dreamers? and I find myself drawn back into reminiscing and thinking of the yesteryears; when your soothing songs lulled me to sleep, and when I woke up each day with the realisation that you were no longer here.


My memories of you are made of these. And more.



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