A friend's mother just passed away, and was at the wake earlier to pay my last respects. Don't think I need to deliberate the atmosphere, but I do wish him well. What's cherished is sometimes never enough.
Sunlight break away like snow in your eyes, no disguise
Empty cups that lay down broke, break a smile, nice surprise
Secrets kept now laid bared sold, make a wish not a sigh
Please don't let me go, stay a while, lies
Summer left and winter falls, for a while, so I thought
Remnants of that lightness was like heading back to the place called home
Never was the promise told, it was not, never was
What's cherished is never enough, I know
Say you love me, and not a memory
I've waited too long to be
Days are empty, nights are sorry within
Just say you love me, say you love me
Your empty ravage makes me sick
Like sins that rudely seeds beneath the skin within
What an awesome Wednesday really! No unnecessary phone calls, no crappy demands, no humid day, just a nice cool rainy day with a touch of sun, peppered with loads of free time. OMG. Like the world turns and I'm just taking my time. Outstanding.
A couple of things that happened: our guest from China has been here for slightly more than a week now, and I think it is kind of taking a toll on the folks. He's demanding to see a lot of people within the family, but granted, he's trip was rather sudden, and not to mention, not exactly timely. This would be a period where work and exams are of absolute priority.
Nonetheless, mom's complaining about his longing to see a particular member of the family. Because this individual happened to be a distant family, plus he dealt with drugs, and that he didn't want to keep in touch, we would have loads of problems tracking him. Mom was really vexed when I woke up, and I just told her to cool it. No point getting worked up about something that cannot be done, or undone.
Well, the honors have been served and we've been as accommodating as possible. I'm not as affected due to the crazy week I've been having, but looking at the folks jump, can't help but feel comic about the whole situation. He's leaving Friday, so I think that would help put routines back in place proper.
Been actively writing songs for the new album too. Supposed to get a few tunes down for Yama too, but till I have more time, don't wish to be handing out tracks that are half-heartedly put together. Still, the new tracks seem to be relatively slow. Wonder why. Maybe growing older slows things down way a lot. Will post some samples soon I guess.
Also planning a couple of personal projects for the year. The album being one, a shot film would be in order, and probably another major show to close a chapter on the band's life for the past one year. Don't get me wrong, we aren't breaking up, just an update of what's happened in the past year individually.
If you know friends in the press, that be great! LOL.
Let's just say it's been a crazy week as much as I can remember, partially trailing with projects on hand, plus a little trying-to-avoid home vibe for now. Till the dust settles, I'd rather leave the talking to those at home.
Beyond that... I've very little to post. So yeah, till I'm more inspired.
Never did I imagine myself struggling to keep the tempo just to move a troop of cartoon characters across the screen! LOL. You guys should try this game, available on PSP~!
Great soundtrack, cute characters! Excellent rating!
It's been months since I last sat here in the study room using the white eMac that I helped my sis get a couple years back. Since her new Lenovo laptop came, she's been on this lesser, not to mention the CRT on this machine is seriously wearing out. Makes me wonder if it's worth getting it fixed when it finally blows.
Was driving down the expressway when huge streaks of lightning flashed pretty closed by, and against the Singapore Flyer, it looked somewhat creepy. Especially so when the Flyer blinks a horrendous array of multi-colored neon tubes, screaming across half the city of its existence.
The designer will probably turn in his grave if he sees how it eventually turned out.
Weather's been humid and stuffy for days now. Summer is hotter than before, probably due to Global Warming, although, studies have indicated a fall in temperatures for a number of years due to the changing climate that would affect current flow, making the cooler currents dissipating the heat when they rush in.
But that won't matter with a sweaty me holed up working in the middle of the night. The heat's been keeping a lot of people in climate controlled environments... oh how I wish I was back in the office...
I think I've been depressed enough for the last week. Time to bounce back to life.
It doesn't matter where on earth we stand to make amends, just take your time to feel the real that I am.
Energy's been zapped so much I just realised how painful to be in social situations with the mind wondering out of focus in a matter of seconds. Steady myself for a couple minutes, and there it goes again. I have absolutely no idea what I'm thinking, or capable of thinking anymore.
The last I checked, I was full-steam ahead. But as of the episodes that precede, I last felt this way when something major was about to happen. Not a good or bad thing per se, just something that happened, depending on which end of the spectrum you stand and hold your beliefs in. Truth is, I'm so drained of ideas that staying punch-carded in is an uphill task.
Anyway, congratulations to the astounding and aspiring filmmakers at Filament today! Outstanding job, fancy footwork, entertaining time! All the best!
I was just telling somebody I haven't blogged for a long time. In fact, there have been many things that have escaped my memory, senses, and consciousness. Not that it was intentional, never would I, but more of getting an over ejaculation of ideas beyond necessary.
Been growing tired, or should I say, have grown tired over many things. For one, I think I've more than paid back my dues to people I owed on much terms. This isn't being calculative, I'm just sprouting equilibriums that have not been in town for a long time, and I dearly yearn for one to show up soon before my mind goes into stone mode.
Somehow it makes sense. And I'm running out of senses to carry on. Goodnight cyberspacemen.
So how does it work now? I've been, along with Kenny, plunging headlong into a job till we're almost out of steam. I'm just penning a few lines here just in case you think I've gone missing. Nope, all apt and alive. But till there's more inspirations, that's about it for tonight. Yes, still in the office at 2am in the morning. Hope it doesn't turn out like yesterday... 5am...
They've been pretty loud tonight, and I suppose Summer's finally flew in with a couple windy days and thunderstorms. It's amazing how we're all still alive.
Was staying up with the tele tonight, till I decided to stop after a few thoughts about tomorrow's day-sheet. Just a few thoughts I wanted to put down before I go to sleep though. Might not be much, but at least, I think I'm still moving on. Oh, just thought that soccer fans are much like cabbies you know: they've got a whole lot of theories about the game and how clubs should be run, like cab drivers whose ideologies of politics and government policies seem utmost important. Ha.
It's been a few years that I've written any monologues at all since film school. Those were the days I spent thinking about conversations creatively rather than echoing real thoughts in the head. But because of that, it somehow opened doors to the lesser evil, where conversations become more communicated than ex-communicated. Any other way would have been beyond thinking.
I can never truly appreciate human existence and reciprocal feelings of another, which explains why so many thinks that I've done were mostly evaluated and logged. The strategy is to provide a repeated learning from the same incidences that would serve different levels of thinking and expedite the extrication of logical information and solutions across my time. Truth is, it's proving its worth but hardly any less than making me a 'thinker'.
For certain, the label does less to prick my conscience than to betray my worthiness in the deed. The process is painstaking, but nonetheless gargantuan: at the very least, I begin to believe there is a bisection of truth in the rights and wrongs, as well as the cans and cannots.
Whatever it brings, it's made a moto-mouth of me when theoretical identification of subject matters come up - akin to the sea filled with minerals and the mountains with depleting glaciers, the answers lie within the answers, and eventually, sees the question as the answer that leads to the ultimatum of being understood.
And that is it, understood. A matter that is no longer classed a problem or achievement, but an understood fact. Of course, it is easy to mislead the audience with scientific evidence and supernatural explanations and findings, but to completely see through a subject in its purest form has nothing to do with science, religion, supernatural powers, and teachings. In other words, it is understood.
Home, as we know, is understood. It means the place we return to, the country we live in, the room that is our haven, even mother Earth. That, is not science or believe. It is understood.
And I've come to understand many things: hurt, smiles, tension, freedom. The list goes on. But without repeated dissections into the subject, it does not change what is understood, but what is limiting what I can understand. I will eventually transcend into a level of blank, where everything, as we know, is white, just as white is the final spectrum of the universe and its sub-atomic particles.
I believe I've never successfully flown a kite on my own. I might try that this weekend.
A friend's mother just passed away, and was at the wake earlier to pay my last respects. Don't think I need to deliberate the atmosphere, but I do wish him well. What's cherished is sometimes never enough.
