I'm amazed how Gen Y can remember tons and tons of web addresses, right down to like a godzillian slashes, YET, not know the shortest route back home. The physical home that they stay in?
OMG
Even cuter, they can search over a million websites for all things nice-online, but are so lost when it comes to physical resources. Remember, chickens come from supermarkets.
Managed to co-join bits and pieces of a story to ease out what visually would have been a feast-overdose. The music came in, out, all around but somehow just can't sit in right. Think we may have to slightly, just slightly, overhaul.
Ain't got much to say tonight except that the festivities down at Chinatown are driving me bananas quite some, considering I have an over-zealous old man blowing his whistle on some days, like, right downstairs?! That leaves very little to soothe out work.
HS, don't think you're getting to this part of cyberspace huh?
I was browsing through the web when I chanced upon the sweetest picture I never could imagine: 2 boys in the embrace of a youth on a mission trip.
Perhaps Ailsa was right: the emotive side can be over-bearing sometimes, so much so that blindness to the sickened nature comes almost, ironically, naturally.
And we bared it all, owing to the very core of the human construct and letting it go like instinct meeting instincts. I'm an interesting case-study, if you prefer, but beyond this theorized shell of a man, nothing could surpass its primate calling to cease and deceive.
Ah, utter rubbish, as some passerbys have pointed out before. In the most original form, forgiveness to punters who speculate the authenticity of words and phrases, they too, theorized more than ever. So don't call upon, but call within and look into the still waters, where every hurt must have rippled the pond like a skater.
I spoke at length with an old friend today over dinner. Seems like things have changed, but nothing ever changed. As much as we looked forward into the future in the past, we realized how slow progress had been. Granted, the soul is refreshed ever so quickly with every new hope and idea, but somehow, hitting the straight-on button doesn't guarantee that forward movement after all.
Which was why when the picture flashed across the screen, it brought me back to the moment - staring at the lalang fields with grandma's coffee scent in the air, me busking in the sun.
Time, stood still.
Sometimes, in plain english, I wonder if my being is a legacy in its own right, or would it all end up the next fade to black on good old video.
Thanks for the pressie. Will open later.
I've been seeing myself strung up on alcohol trees. That's not a good sign. Intoxication may be temporary, but it sure helps put time on hold while it fast forwards there-after. But who cares? You certainly have no need to - afterall, this is entertainment. And I've been host long enough to win more awards than what the accolades can offer.
My leg just gave up again. Let the blood flow through and things be fine. I miss gammy. Hope she comes back to town for a few numbers before heading out.
Hanshen, if you got to this part, would love to post it up. Thanks.
One last thing for tonight, it's true. Musicbaby hangs by a thread.
I do apologise if I have been obviously vague on details always, but consider this, at least its good enough that I divulge the briefs just so the world moves on, and everyone can sleep with ease. Put it this way, should judgment be made, it was made with some insights, not none.
Water dissolves just about everything, like time healing the wounds for everyone.
Just got back from the week-long service again, all beat and battered from the mindless commands and erratic weather. Good thing it wasn't half as bad as I had anticipated, bad thing probably cos it was too short.
Too short a break for me to meditate on what comes next, and what the actual goal really is.
With too many sticks stuck in the mud at this point, it is hard to imagine where it all leads to: projects that need undivided attention spans, and emotives that require delicate concentration.
Not that I cannot assimilate myself into the situation and to sink in with total ease, but the burden that bore down the shoulders were akin to a boulder driven into sand. Light as it may be, held up by the tension of water holding the wet sand, the mighty weight does seem overpowering when the water evaporates.
And as I stepped back into the civilian cycle of things, I found myself in total unease, in complete disarray, and total uncivilisation.
What can I say? It's back to work on what would have been a wonderful Monday down at the beach, if not for some silly postponement that should not have happened in the first place had people been firm on their decisions and choices.
Top it off, Gs are delayed yet again, and I'm just roughing it out like always. When can I break even the scoreline like the Lions in their own dens?
Anyways, it's great to be home, although I would have preferred my pool view in NSC.
Okay okay, I know I lack updates around here... for eons now. Nothing much constructive, and certainly paling with the layouts with very few story ideas to share.
Can't blame me. After all, the rain dampened the fun, and the bout of illnesses bugged me long enough. But gratefully, now that I am back on my feet (still a little shaky though), I'll be re-hosting the blog proper. But till I tide over the ICT come Monday for a good "few" days, would be just plain text updates.
Oh, would love to bring some pictures back to share with you what the alternative holiday is like next week, but its been warned against bringing photographic-capable devices. So yeah. No pictures. Woe.
Anyway, the Heart appointment's sometime in February and am really put off by it. The thing about consultations and tests run deeply into the pockets and fears, and certainly makes the blood-pressure unstable for a while. But like they say, SuperReq will survive somehow. And this time, I'm determined to bring pictures back for kicks.
Just to recap a little over last night: I was driving home via the central tunnels, when I hit this super-jam at 1am in the morning. As everyone kinda crawled along, finally passed an overturned motorcycle in the middle lane, with fluids running across the road. Funny thing was, everyone slowed down to watch, not cos of being careful. Still, by the time I got back, it way past 2am when the usual ride would take only 15 minutes. Oh well, be careful on the roads people.
I've also been running through some of your blogs, not very exciting, except knowing a newly conferred Professor. How cool! I have a Professor on my friend's list yo!
I went to bed slightly after midnight so that I could rest seriously, after days of really late nights, a terrible bout of stomach ailments, a fever, and a slight rash.
Kept myself under wraps till I started to sweat uncontrollably, which was an old wives tale of getting better somehow: Mom would always say to keep warm and sweat it out, all the time.
But barely 4 hours after I tried to catch some sleep, I rashed so badly till the itch woke me up just like that. I slept almost zero, and am completely exhausted from fighting it back.
This has been the worst night I've ever had since it started to appear in patches a couple months ago. And now, here I am, trying to blog about this predicament at 4am in the morning, thinking how I can get back to sleep.
My foot! Any able-d, sane human being would be the same tired soul after over 300 takes within 4 hours. Trust me, I have recorded vocals at that rate, but anything for an ADR is a complete nightmare, not to mention it taxes all the crew and cast to the max.
These are days when eye, mouth and brain co-ordination is maxed out, and don't make sense at all.
Gee. The rain's seriously starting to bother, especially when it's giving rashes and bad nights. I don't mind thunder and rain, but drizzles just top the list of inconvenient weather.
Oh, and if it ain't enough, the roof of the toilet is starting to leak and smudge really bad. I hate that.
Anyhow, had some interesting bunch of people doing interesting bunch of stuff:
The quick foley session today.
It's funny cos we were short-handed. So director and PM gotta work.
Not that I'm complaining, but the foley people just lacks some in the imagination department...
Although, they ARE virgins on this...
And after this bike, K2 was on the verge of quitting.
And I cracked when I saw how 3 big men emulated just one girl! Amazing!
But they certainly have their share of sprawling all over the floor...
Oh well, guess some hands are better than none! Ha~!
Of all the times I imagined myself popping, I never really wanted to. Considering the fact that somehow I still had it in me to move on despite all the animosities, but yet, I almost felt like popping earlier when news set upon me came like a 20-tonne truck smashing right into concrete wall.
It's ironic. You keep thinking about something, yet hopping it won't happen, though you secretly thought why not. Then when you come close to it after all, you're scared pale, thinking why it did almost get there. Of course, when it happens, that's game over.
I was kinda stuck behind a small group of elderlies at the train station today, wanted to get past, but just decided to follow their pace. Turned out, it sorta pulled me back into serenity of a different sort, and actually paying attention to details.
So I slowed down. That's nice for a change. For once, it felt like being forcibly retracted to a "wake-up-smell-the-flower s" situation.
Random there. But just wondering what everyone else is up to. I'm really on the verge of throwing in the towel over so many things. 2007 seemed like a continuation of a really long nightmare, of which, I've been getting for the last 2 months on and off. It isn't fair. For someone who does put in the extra efforts, it all seem to go into the wrong places. So how about trading a position?
And so shall we think as we flutter across the 06/07 mark in a straight line without any differentials simply because we remained as is, nothings' changed. We are still us. How cool.
I'm still bewildered by this though:
"LadyG: new post,become an online editor."
And on... and on... and on... like Ariston.
If you have a problem with my curiosity on why people would do that, send me a PM. Don't go spamming my blog now cos it looks really bad on you, naughty.
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Changed the look for a bit cos the old white wash was a tad too blaring; plus the fact that we are lacking some interesting pictures to make the cut. Nonetheless, at least things are still on the move.
I know how Men and Women love to compare the gender behavioral differences, but I guess one thing we all discounted on was the fact that, either will remain throughout the ages, regardless of seniority and experiences, to still exert a destructive force when not contained.
2 weeks of revelations through soul searching and reflections, I finally realised the importance of being prudent with words. A big family thing came up and all the mess that got through were simply cos men couldn't agree with the women, and the women were angry for not being involved. And the women who wanted to be involved got everyone else involved, including those who didn't want to be involved.
So with all that confusion, no wonder those not involved became involved, and those who were involved didn't know why they were involved. The best part - nobody wanted to be involved.
Point is, regardless of age, women need love, men need attention. Men want control, women wield it.
I related this story to a male and female friend, both came out scratching their heads. It's true, some things don't change. And I fail to see what's the fuss about turning a year older when the basic emotional quotion never really changed.
The most laughable part, in my opinion, is when people actually think things have improved, will improve, or not altogether. They look forward, dwell backwards, but still think they've survive. I mean, c'mon, since when did someone say he or she will go away, but hardly ever did?
Ok. I suddenly got quite confused with what I was typing. Nevermind, we shall proceed with the nonsense anyway.
But some other time.
Here's a plug, check out my youtube favorites to see some interesting videos I have either previously been involved in, or probably includes some familiar faces. Have a laugh there.
Then flip over (I know you are probably on the new tab browsing feature) to FMO's site to see new pictures on the Toyo Project. Check out also Nightalive, somethings to read, though a tad not too updated. Will get on that soon.
Meantime, stay safe and sleep tight. Night cyberspacemen.
Well well, what a weekend! The final long one that led right into the new year! Way cool! And speaking of which, gammy's back in town, not sure if she's playing, so for those faithful fans, watch this space for updates! She's one hot chick you won't wanna miss!
And I heard the lamest joke last night, as told by award-winning director KENNY TAN. I don't get it - his sense of humor doesn't quite translate from screen to real-life. You probably win some lose some I guess. Sorry Kenny, I would love to keep it under wraps, but the moment your Production Manager gave a follow up on your joke, I literally fell off the chair.
Speaking of which, I saw K2 and Erman out shopping at Popular. It's like, I dunno. Strange. Fancy one Animator and a Teacher going to buy a pencil case together. It's like... ?!
Yo Jean, here's a shout-out to you: Bon Voyage! And buying chocolates to shut my trap with the guys on your story worked. Tamade.
Last but not least, for those faithfuls checking out this nasty blog, you've been great. Especially Dee-Big-NehNeh - you're the best. Can comment non-stop one.
After helping my brother at his house, I got to this one. Helping with NHK's house painting. I tell you, this 2 WAYANG man. 2 persons painting the same spot wor!
Anyways, I went down today via the subway. Nice view I know.
And of course, this time round, people are working.
All the way into the night...
And to cut a long story short, we ended really late la.
I'm amazed how Gen Y can remember tons and tons of web addresses, right down to like a godzillian slashes, YET, not know the shortest route back home. The physical home that they stay in?
