I've been noticing more and more instances of disillusionment around me: there are now substantially more nonsense than sanity amidst this fine weathered period, and just when things are looking interesting.
It could be, of course, for the fact that I'm in contact with new people, and that might have thrown me off from being a hermit for the longest time. Then again, it could just be that - work pressure has gone up, and so has everyday prices and stress.
For me, it's become dead-pan. Growing up is not like it used to be where people just grow up. In these uncertain times, it's beginning to bring out the queerness. Probably because there is a knowledge of knowing where to get what to do what. One-click websites are certainly not helping to stop that. In fact, it's pushing it.
So if you think you're fat, goto the sliming centers, get a trim. If you're out of cash, get an overdraft. If you've got loans to pay, find some quick temp job to solve that. And now that everything's within reach, you can look pretty anytime, take a holiday fuss-free, or even order char kuay tiao online. How convenient.
Of course, with convenience, we grow incredibly self-indulged. If someone's unhappy with someone else, delete him or her from the Facebook. That ought to show him. Or her.
Me? I'm just living. Still. After the show, it's just simply gonna get boring. A new album by the beach. That be nice.
I'm in complete fury-overdrive tonight. Maybe because the realization of having the responsibility over a million other things just doesn't feel fantastic. Now that the company is seriously ready to tip under, I'm at a total loss: the people above pressing down, the people below giving way. No concrete ground at this point to plant any markers.
It's hard to explain sometimes. I don't even know that happens sometimes. Perhaps running away once a while might be quite cool. I'm definitely planning a December solo trip somewhere, away from people, away from things. No baggage, just freedom.
Did I mention how I felt about the bleeding monk in the photo? The world, as we know it, is humanised.
Right about there. So I took a long dinner break without thinking too much about what happened. Well, as planned, I breezed through it, goading the process so that none of us would waste any time doing anything unnecessary, or should I say, uncalled for.
And that was that. Wrapped real quick and went forward. At least they would have half their Sunday left. Me? I'm still stuck here.
It's been a tumulus week, and I'm already drowning with life-support. Not to mention what happened to the some of the people in the show, and some around me. The disappointment surrounding the past week has been... that. I don't know what other words to use.
To think there might not be anything else worse that can happen when we hit rock button - I'm changing my mind.
This is just for my entertainment: in about 45 minutes, I would be meeting the pesky clients who has caused me a bundle of disrespect for them. Right now, the feelings are mixed, and I certainly am getting aggressive by the mounting minutes. It would be interesting to see what the next entry would be like.
All I want now, is to totally stop their nonsense.
I should rename this month as the Beggar's month. With all that begging, it's no wonder I've been staying extra exponential, or at least trying to.
Not to mention the dumbest weekend waiting for people to revert, waiting for people to react, waiting for people to act. Worst of all, still waiting for people to PAY.
This is getting stupid. I'm quitting real soon man.
As for the show, 101 things, probs 50 plus 51 more to go. Otherwise, the panic-stricken venue is beheading themselves to make them feel better, for they have absolutely no idea how packed we are with our own work. But really, who gives a darn about us when they have their jobs to do.
Simple tasks are now taking forever. Like cutting nails.
Somehow, I'm always only in the news through someone else... Guess I ain't newsworthy enough. Check this out!
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Today's been crabby. So crabby crabs would find themselves crabby. Setting up the Nightsound show is really beginning to take a toil on my intellect. It's like, suddenly, I feel so incredibly stupid, that I should be Stupid Kid instead.
Just don't understand why some people cannot say what they have to say at a go, rather than withhold information till the last final moments. I just don't get it. Anyway, here's the Grand-dame. The music video we all have been waiting for.
The IRONY: We sat peacefully at Pacific Coffee this afternoon for some coffee and a couple shots of the band. Then we were told by the staff we couldn't shoot there cos we needed to seek permission to do so. The staff kindly advised us to stop. And where was this? Red Dot Museum. And where is that? Directly opposite Ministry of National Development. And their slogan? "An Endearing Home, A Distinctive Global City." Their role? Build rooted and cohesive communities. What's Red Dot? A celebration of good design. Why's Pacific Coffee there? It's a conceptual place. Where can't we shoot there? Cos we need to seek permission. And we were seated Al Fresco, in the museum space. So let me get this right: we cannot shoot in a public place because the backdrop belongs to an establishment which insists that permission be obtained for any media exposure, regardless how small, and despite our Prime Minister encouraging the ARTS, which we belong to, we were unceremoniously stopped to do so.
It will be another ten years before full artistic reform is complete, and arts become an endearing culture, more than a taboo.
Utterly disappointed.
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So the gorgeous sun decided to make a lovely appearance the last 2 days, and I, of course, took the fabulous opportunity to tan. But darn. Got burns. Nonetheless, Gluttoon came along, and we had a major time out in the open! Dig this:
Jealous eh! Beautiful sun!
Okay. Gluttoon can be a bit overtly expressive sometimes...
Anytime...
Anywhere...
And sometimes...
He just won't give up...
Anyway, it's kinda funny on Thursday. I, the great kokeye, actually spotted...
A mother and son was asking for directions at the entrance to the train station - a little under-dressed for the glitzy shopping that beckons passengers exiting the station. Although, an ah-ma top, washed-out tee, and a pair of picked up berms don't exactly constitute under-dressing. I just call it casual wear.
And because of that, the lady they approached for directions to the nearest toilet did not appear too friendly or helpful. Or maybe I was wrong. And perhaps I am overtly sensitive about passerbys who seem to be giving them that snobbish look. Whatever the situation, I just felt totally moodless for anything at all thereafter.
I felt like throwing up.
Did you know that, if you pluck your confidence up a little, do a wise-crack, smile tons in a neatly pressed shirt and seamless pants, you get better service anywhere?
Fast paced or not, this gap is widening. You can see it for yourself.
I ran by like a godzillian meetings over NIM and I'm already like... totally exhausted just putting things in motion, no puns intended. The guys are equally taxed over the volume of work needed to get things moving, and I think they are having it worse considering I don't have bosses breathing down my neckie every single day...
Then again, I'm already missing this whole deal. All the hard work for one night, and then, the rest is history. Just hope it would last as much as possible.
I've been noticing more and more instances of disillusionment around me: there are now substantially more nonsense than sanity amidst this fine weathered period, and just when things are looking interesting.
