A little preview

Well well, as you all know, I've been writing some kinda script for school. Handed it in, and the feedback was that its too long. It's not really much of a problem 'cause I simply removed a scene from it. Guess everything good will come to an end, eh? I'm not saying that its good (it's not, trust me), but still, it's kinda said that no one can see it on stage.

Anyway, here's the deleted scene:


Act 2 – Family Boot Camp

Scene 1

Characters – Cecil, Examiner (voice)
Location – Examiner’s office

Examiner: Mmmm… Interesting. So your father’s job is something real special. What about your mother? Does she work?

Cecil: No. My mother is a full time housewife.

Examiner: So she is a normal housewife, right?

Cecil: Well. I won’t exactly call it normal, because it feels like Military Boot Camp at home, and I mean it literally.

Examiner (flat): … boot camp…

[Fade to black – end of scene 1]

Scene 2

Characters – Ian, Cecil, Patricia, Archie
Location – Joester household

[Alarm clock rings. Patricia enters]

Patricia (Shouts): Alright guys, [bangs frying pan twice with spatula] rise and shine!

[Ian enters]

Ian (sleepily): What is it, dear? What time is it …. What? Five-fifteen in the morning?!

Patricia: And I let you sleep in for fifteen minutes today. Aren’t I kind or something? Now, honey, go wash up.

Ian: But, dear, I just came back from Shanghai at 12 last night! And Why do we have to wake up so early every morning?

Patricia: So that you can bring those two for morning jogs. It’s for your health, so no more buts. Time to wash up. Now GO!

[Ian exits. Cecil and Archie enters]

Archie: [Yawns] … What time is it? ... Five eighteen?!

Patricia: The early bird gets the worm …

Archie: But the second mouse gets the cheese! Besides, we are not birds and we don’t survive on worms. That’s just plain ludicrous.

Cecil: And it’s Saturday! We don’t have school, so why can’t we sleep in?

Patricia: But you have your morning jog. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about that.

Archie: But mom, we are surviving on 5 hours of sleep during the weekdays…

Patricia: So sleep earlier. Oh wait, whose turn is it to wash the bathroom, is it you Cecil, or is it Archie …

Cecil + Archie: Bye, mom!

[Patricia and Archie exits, Ian enters]

Ian: What’s wrong with them? They seemed eager to use the bathroom. Having the runs this early?

Patricia: You all ARE running in a moment, aren’t you?

Ian: You know what I mean.

Patricia: Of course. And what took you so long? You’ve used the bathroom 15 seconds longer than the previous day. Wait, dear, when was the last time that you have washed the bathroom? Today should be your turn … [Takes out a toothbrush]

Ian: Eh, eh… (Shouts) Guys, morning runs!

[Ian exits]

Patricia: Gosh, with this bunch of nincompoops, it sure is hard to keep the family running. [Sizzling sound] Ah! My scramble eggs!!!

[Patricia exits]

[Fade to black – End of Act 2]

Maybe its true...

A push cart lady in Flushing said this:

NYC is not hell, but it definitely is not heaven. To those coming from rural China, maybe it's heaven, but to those coming from coastal areas, it might be hell.

Well, maybe it's true. Just maybe.

No more Democracy!

I don’t know what you all think about democracy, but I really hope that things are stuck to the way it is in Hong Kong. I don’t want democracy because …

I don’t wanna feel like entering a sauna parlor whenever I try to take the subway.
I don’t wanna pay 2 bucks for a subway trip that last either one stop or 20.
I don’t wanna see heaps and heaps of trash on the street, be it night or day.
I don’t wanna pay extra tax whenever I try to get a bottle of water
I don’t wanna pay 10% of “tips” when it’s actually service charge and it’s not on the recipe
And I definitely don’t wanna wait till everyone votes to get a bridge built.

Time froze?

When I went on top of the Empire building yesterday, I said that I really liked the ornaments and design of the building cause it’s in 60’s/70’s theme, and that reminds me of rapture from Bioshock. Today, I wish I’ve never said that…

Okay, now I’m sitting in hell of a small hotel room – Pennsylvania Hotel. It’s 80 years old and I felt that time has frozen since then in this little hell hole. The bathroom’s utilities look like they’re at least 50. Okay, so the room is smaller than normal, but since it’s near Time Square, I’ll pass on the complaints. And then there’s the door. The doors of every room has a piece of arced wood glued onto it, and it looks like a casket cover (size, shape, material, everything). AND YOU BLOODY HELL NEED TO PAY FOR THE WIFI!!! Yea, so if you’re reading this, it’s written a few days ago and by the time this has been uploaded, I should be back in Hong Kong. Oh well, a few days of internetlessness is alright with me (what kinda word is that …).

And then there’s the subway. I walked in and the first thing I realized is not the messy layout or the ridiculous way to read the lines, but is that there’s bloody hell no aircon in the platforms. That means when you’re waiting for the train, it’s sauna time. Right, even if I can’t have dimsum in NY, I can still feel like one. Great. Oh and why the hell do I have to walk from one end to the other on some platform to reach the other platform after a few flights of stairs and a few turns, to find that I have to walk from start to end in another platform before I can reach the one I’m aiming for??? Really… which idiot is the engineer? He need to understand what the hell it meant by commuting. And then there’s the trains, they look like some steel product from the 50’s, enough said.

China town is worse. Everything looks like it’s from the pre-WWII period (30’s and 40’s). Shop houses with two to three stories. Loads of trash and deformed stuff and things… If Mcdonald food doesn’t have that hella many addictives and MSGs, I wont even want to go back to that Chinatown or what crap again.

Time really froze here… and for the first time, I wanna go back to Hong Kong or Singapore…

What does the tag says?

Alright, so this hit and run tour brings me to Washinton (yea, hit and run because its 8 cities/2 countries in 6 days... on coach!). So whats there to do in this world class capital? Washinton Memorial! Ya, thats more or less the only attraction that I'm interested in. I'm not really giving much of a care about other stuffs, because there really isn't much affliation which I can show. Oh right, if you ever have played or heard of the game Fallout 3, you'll know what I'm talking about. It's post-apocalyptia there, and it's pre-apocalyptia now (well, i hope this apocalyptia doesn't come =D).

Yap, nothing much to do or think. I think I've jumped over fences for like 10 times in a row. Feels kinda weird, and hell I'm glad I didn't trip or anything. Nothing special or anything, apart from taking photos in a hit and run style, though I doubt that is anything worth mentioning at all. Anyway, somehow, I seemed to carry an invisible sign or tag saying that I am a "photographer" or whatsoever. Somehow people kept coming to me and ask me for a click. First is this weird chinese couple in the museum of natural hist (weird because they spoke English when I definitely look like Chinese because I am one -_- duh) and their phone camera. Then after that there's these dudes in the capitol. One with a camera who didn't even bother to check, and another with a cellphone, a pretty old motorolla model. Then there's these dudes outside Lincoln Memorial, who wanted photos of the Washinton Memorial. Theres this couple who actually commented on the photo saying that it's something that "money cannot buy" when I walked away. That made my day, really, or maybe week.

But then I somehow was late for the coach and they almost got fined for it... almost.

Because I won't be bothered when I get back

It's 1230 in the morning here. I wanna sleep, but I know I won't write crap when I really do sleep, so I guess I'll just type a few words here, just to keep a piece of my mind floating in the cyberspace. Hmmm, 4th pitstop in Northern America, and that brings me to Toronto (reminds me of someone O.O). First, a big thankyou to Martin who said "What the f**k are you doing there?". "Not f**king". (duh) Anyway, yep, I'll keep it short for the sake of it.

Like what I've suspected, the most time I've spent on in this trip is "coaching" (not the handbag brand, the tourbus). I think I've spent more time in that darn coach than sleeping or anything else. Watched two movies in one single bus trip, and that went on for 2 days. And I managed to clear Paul Auster's Leviathan, a leftover book from last year's Lit and Art class. Glad I brought something to read, else it'll really be boring (dudes are sleeping, and they are sleeping more than me in the hotel, just like how my dad is snoring while I'm typing this little piece of junk). Yep, coach rides and on-bus movies are the best attraction, no doubt.

And have you ever seen a bunch of Chinese, walking in groups, taking a camera and clicking where ever they go? Too bad, I'm one of them. Look on the bright side though, I'm always the one behind the camera and never the focus of it. Not that I don't want to take a photo, but no one can take a proper photo here. I really can't bare looking at a piece of failed at, especially when I'm the subject (like hell anyone will look at it anyway =P). Oh well, I always go alone though, strayed off like a dog gone lose. I prefer to be alone, or at least with people that lives in the same orbit as me, and not a bunch of old farts (sorry, but that's true). But hey, it's not THAT bad, cause theres an auntie who commented on my photography and asked me to teach her how to take photos the way I do with a digital camera. Of course the photo I took is better, cause I always kneel down while I do. I mean, if a dude confesses to his girlfriend and asked her to marry him, do you think he'll do better kneeling down or standing? Get my drift? Good.

Well well well.... What kinda situation I have gotten my darn self into. I don't mind looking at new places. In fact, I like going overseas and stuff, but can I not do it in a tour? The amount of English I've spoken since I've landed is less than this paragraph itself (I'll try and end ASAP). It's not like I wanna make friends with stranger or whatsoever, but hey, I want to feel the city, the heartbeat of the metropolis, and not take pictures of churches-turned-attractions... and with a bunch of China dudes and their cameras...

I hope its true, my hope is not

Ok so the guy who said he hates travelling is finally in New York. Fine, I accept it. I was dragged here, against the will of my own being. Anyway, it looks like things isn't really happening according to whatsoever I have pictured in my mind.

First off, while boarding the bus to the Airport in HK, I dragged my luggage on board just to realized that the whole bus had their luggage lie flat on the racks and I had no room for mine. What to do? Leave it there? I tried, but the driver said it will roll over. I sweared. Oh well, finally i stacked it on top of someone's luggage. Screw them, its their own darn fault for all these crap.

Then its the flight, my first 15 hour long distance flight. Pretty okay, except for the fact that its freezing when they are going through Antarctica and that I was able to sleep for like half an hour. I rather stick at home.

Then comes the immigration checkpoints or whatsoeveryoucallit. The lady asked "What are you here for?" "travelling (duh?)" "How many days are you staying" "Somewhat 2 weeks? (depends on how u count it, lady)" Then she asked "How many people are with you?" "I'm on a tour and I'm not sure" "What? Bla bla bla .... " I tried to get the tour guide, but she said forget it. Hope her name is not Camille.

K, so we're out. New Jersey, Newark. I don't know about everything but it seems that New Jersey is populated by black, and I'm sure it not part of New York (the tour guide told us that, screw him). Then that tour guide dude took us to a mall or something. Great, finally can have a stroll. Well, it's not your typical shopping center in Hong Kong cause it seems like they selling nothing but clothes, and almost everything has the word "made in China" printed on it. God bless China~!

First meal in US ... Burger King! Want my comment? ---> You won't see me ever eating it again when I'm in my right mind! Ya, thats it. Ok, the drink is pretty alright and its free flow (nothing suprising here). I got a chicken sandwich. What should I say ... its the same size as those in Singapore and Hong Kong for the starters. The chicken is ... it taste like some kinda hard boiled pork or something that is tossed into the bbq pit for a while. Yep, thats basically the taste. Hard and burnt on the outside. tasteless on the inside. I gave up after eating half of it.

A piece of my mind

We can't think out of the box if we are living in one.

When the clock strikes twelve at noon, is it twelve hours after midnight, or twelve hours to midnight?

There's always something which Google cannot find, your door keys for instance.

Procrastination

Staring at the blank screen

My heart starts to wonder

Will I finish on time

Or will I just die

Then I wrote my first word

But it sounded stupid

I deleted it

And the screen went blank

And now I’m dead

And now I’m singing this little tune

Though there is a lot of work to do

I know, always, work is, delayed

Until the moment before I die

And now I’m singing this little tune

Even though for now my hands are full

Just why can’t I clear this pile of crap

Before it’s too late

But that is simply not the way of life

Do not anticipate

Tom

Sitting in a dorm,
Switching on the com,
Staring at the mon,
Feeling like I'm Tom.

My tears dyed my face scarlet red

My tears dyed my face scarlet red
Knowing this, it is not so bad
At least I couldn't feel the pain
Though I bet, nothing is in vain

Have no sympathy, be no bane
As I was never an insane
But heed this, you simplistic fools
You are nothing but lumps of tools

The day I rein, the day my might
Will conquer you, your every rights
Will be the day, you step aside
To honor me and be my bride

You have been warned, you Earthly ones
My face is not the only one
Be it Crimson or Scarlet red
The colour, you fools, have been had

Some heart rate detector

Its custom made~ Want one?

Now what...?

I just came across something that reminds me of a few theological theories which I've been taught some time back. First up, is a theory in Buddhism stating that ignorance is a source of suffering. I wont elaborate further and lets leave that as it is for now. Another theory, a Christian one, says that knowledge is sin. Remember the Adam and Eve saga? Yea, thats where the theory comes from...

So, from these two little theory, considering that both theories are true and considering that knowledge is the opposite of ignorance and vice versa, what I can contemplate from these is that, in order not to suffer, we have to sin ourselves and attain knowledge. Hmmmm... not really something which teachers want you to learn, isn't it? I mean, choose between sinning and suffering... I think almost everyone will opt for sinning, right? Who on Earth want to be born to suffer from cradle to grave?

Anyway, I think I'll sit on the fence and let nature take its course. Whether I sin or suffer, so be it. I can't help it, right? Its more or less a lose-lose situation...

Oh and I think I need a new pair of slippers.

... when I know I need a pair of slippers, I'm sinning (my wallet) cause I'll have to go and buy a new pair, but I'll be happy cause I have a new pair of slippers. And if I don't, I'll suffer cause my slippers will fall apart and I'll have to walk bare footed (and maybe a nail will get stuck on my toe or something) ... Yea, some nice little theory there @@"

Blehx

K, I don't know what to write... Don't care =P

I'll definitely write something much longer later.

Oh and somehow I like to hug my guitar. Don't know why, and don't ask.