Finally, got a fresh breather back home without having to wake up at 5 or 6 in the morning and rushing back to camp. Although I was hoping around town in the nights, it just doesn't quite compare to being released from the horrendously hopeless training program. Nonetheless, was at the Fuo Tiao Qiang wrap dinner last Saturday at Yummy Lobster House down at Joo Chiat, took some quick pictures:
Director HYK expressing thanks to all involved!
Producer LCN sharing his thoughts too!!!
Lotsa people showed up (free food... of course lar!) Ian+Geri
James+Yours truly with his ugry black schoolboy haircut...
And there's Pagit munching on fish bones... DIAO
With Grace boring herself off lol
Of course, not forgetting the cast...
More cast...
Even more cast...
Lots of cast...
....zzZZzZZzz
Anyway, all crew+cast for the series! Spot me yet?! Food was awesome!
Hopped down earlier to Homeward Journey's wrap party too!
Managed only a few shots, but well... was tired out, so yeah, pardon the framing...
I promise I'll do a little more for the blog the next time. Fei Yue Fuo Tiao Qiang airs every Wednesday on Channel 8, 8.30pm, and Homeward Journey premieres 8th Feb, 7:30pm on Channel News Asia. So yeah, keep a watch! Nightz for now, can't win the Z monster right now...
Well, this be my last post before I wake up at 6am in the morning and disappear for the next 10 days. 9 to be exact, but given the fact that I would hardly blog a day after I'm back (for the last 10 years), I don't think I should raise my own expectations over that.
Anyway, I think this one's gonna be pretty chill, granted, CO has been fighting for "live" firing for the last couple years and never got it approved: just ended up having us dunked in water over night and zombie-work from low to low tide. Dumb but true.
2nd People's Defense Force, dubbed "Please Don't Fight". Who they kidding? We're only one of 2 dedicated to mainland support. Put us stretched holding hands and we'll only circle Orchard Road half-way, and they expect us to do one to four. Its so typical Singaporean-style: pay peanuts, get monkeys. Feed bananas, get ang mo monkeys. Spread the limited numbers over so much responsibilities, yet, teach the numbers to work "smart" and end up, nobody works, but still must work. All square ones.
Still, I'm happy I'm heading back, if all goes well, my liability should end thereafter. Which means... ROD LOooOOoOOo! WooHooo~!
Hmm.. I should consider getting the guys out for the buffet dinner I've been yearning for, but last I heard, all their kids were giving them major troubles. But of course, you know, men being men, there's always enough excuses to be excused. =). AAH! That's the magic of the service!
I heard this song called Malibu by Hole, and had been wondering where that is. Looks like a really nice place from the pictures. But well, if I'm heading anywhere, it's gotta be nearby. Don't wanna be caught unaware by unpredictable weather in places I have no clues over.
We'll see! Zipping off for now! Thanks for sticking around. =)
Yes! Back are the days where the sun shines bright and the breeze blows cool! This should be the absolute weather all year round cos it certainly perks you up and spears the day with zest! It almost seem like there isn't such a thing called Global Warming...
Anyway, had a wonderful Sunday sticking myself in the office watching anime! Finally after weeks of rushing work out, I can just chill and kick back without hesitation. Tomorrow's gonna be awesome too I'm sure, and come Tuesday, it's back to the service. And I hate my hair cut. Took me months to get it in shape and length and color, and in an instant, I'm like... back to school, like one of the hair stylists puts it. Grr. Frus.
I think the new year is gonna be great, certainly looking forward to doing more stuff after the recall, more fun after the recall, more everything else after the darn recall. If it ain't for the recall, I would have had an easier time. Then again, the ultimate goal of finishing everything hangs like a carrot dangling in front of the mule. After all, this could be the last! Woohoo~! Eat your heart out guys!
Anyway, tomorrow's itinerary is simple: wake up, wash up, get the uniform sewn, get to the docs, get back to the office for final calls, have a feast for dinner, go for a drink, head home sleep! I love days like these!
It took about half an hour to start up this machine before I can actually get to do anything, including playing music off the system. Which pretty much explains why I can't get down to bridge this side of my life proper without exhausting myself way before I begin. Yeah, I would probably need a new computer soon. Till then, though slow, I'm still in the swing.
If there is any sanity left at this juncture, I think it be nice to report that after 3 intensive days of non-stop working till 6am has been rewarding - the work that's supposed to be done are done, and woe to those who think I would just stop doing them cos I just did. Picking it back up later is just the same routine that I wouldn't have craved for over all my precious time. I guess sticking to the good old plan of riding the wave would still surf me well.
Did I mention the service is calling me back for a week plus come the week after? Sweet isn't it, at a time whenever we are all in between the holidays. Till the griping's done, I don't think I have much time to do anything fresh for a while. So yeah, hang on to your horses.
The midnight rain kinda soothed the fiasco a little, not that the subject matter isn't sizzling hot that would jump right out the pans, but it's nice to kick back and chill with little more than an imaginative getaway to the blue skies, sandy beaches, and a cool drink in hand.
I'm missing out a lot on my own self, and to reclaim that little bit of dignity has proven tougher than just a mere walk in the desert storm. Perhaps not walk but a run. It dries up as quickly as a quenched thirst.
Ever noticed how fast events are fast forward in the movies? Like, the protagonist could have been toiling for the last ten years and some director can make it seem like a snap of the fingers. No character development. Or, some antagonist had a bad childhood, and the directors make the pain so unbearable to watch. In depth story building.
I know this sounds stupid, but having watched Dan earlier, it kinda lit a little light in the most insecure spot in the heart. The story's too predictable to the point you remember how much you have actually taken for granted, and that, makes guilt in itself a dramatic performance on its on, in all our lives. More often than not, problems are self-prophesied, lest of course, you're the natural nut-case of wonderment.
I's been quite uninspiring for the last couple days given that the medication really took a terrible hold over my concentration and motivational goals. It seemed so unreal that time floats like a plastic ball punctured on the sides - it doesn't sink completely, yet, struggles to stay afloat, sandwiched between what would have been a quick dive to the bottom, or a flight straight to the top. That situation, is pretty much I reckon what we are all in, regardless of whatever our birth had been.
The most intriguing fine print: we are really all very alone. I finally figured why I needed a ear, cos the fear that set in from all that uncertainties made it frightening to keep going at it alone. And I've found enough excuses to blanket every inch of the deserts to not complete that one goal in life just so that I can earn a little more self-pity to make the triumph more triumphant.
Oxymorons exist because there are people like me in real life, and there is no sure way of answering who would safely get out of all that alive. Fact is, we'll all die, not just a matter of how and when, but more like, would we be willing to.
Anyway, I'm sensing a lot of people are seriously lagging in their blogs. If work is the excuse and limited time is the reason, then perhaps keeping an online diary is as good as writing a physical one halfway and stashing it under the bed without any real intentions.
When I took scripting class, a daily journal was filled with endless pages of writings every day, till I decided to type and print instead of writing cos the hands became so sore. Of course, I nearly flunk the class with the print outs, and every page thereafter was stamped with "write, not type" across the top corners, for fear of plagiarism. Granted, I was a pretty attentive student in class, so a pass was the minimal compromise I suppose...
Nonetheless, we won't truly appreciate the daily struggle to stay awake and alive till we flip the pages backwards, piece by piece, and actually reliving the moments in kind, although just all in the head. Still, some set-pieces are after all, fun to remember. Perhaps, somewhere sometime 3 generations on, this great grandfather had a story worth telling and remembering on cyberspace. Who is REQ?
I've not felt better under my skin than the last six months after a trip to the doc 2 days back. Got a whole bunch of pills to feed on for the next week to suppress the hives that are forming for so long. Of course, took 2 tablespoons of a medicine that he, cruelly joked about ridding worms in the tummies, on the spot, of which he did one final wise crack about seeing the dead worms thereafter at the rear end of my crap. To think he would do that...
I'm getting quite a bit of the after-effects of the meds though, feels high at times, but mostly sleepy. Staying awake is almost a task to accomplish these 2 days. Was even so groggy to the point I left my work bag at the studios when I left for home. Oh well, at least we're seeing progress here literally.
Trying to inject more life into the whole living process. Brainwaves are fluctuating at the moment... getting quite random...
Got to the office kinda sulking yesterday. After all it IS the New Year. Anyway, somebody was knocked down in front of the shop today, had a whole bunch of curious on-lookers gathered round the car and the victim. Hard time getting up to the studio although, I'm sorry to say this, it was kinda funny. Considering it was a really small and short road, PLUS, people walk all over that road all the time, its quite amazing how anyone might be knocked down when cars are going at a crawl. Oh well...
I guess the party and festivities had a lot of people on the brink of soberness, which kinda explains a lot of absences from various modes of communications and meets. But well, at the very least, my own party's gonna get a nice kick start soon, and I'm so looking forward to it. Minus spending mega dollars for all that little bit of fun.
Finally, got a fresh breather back home without having to wake up at 5 or 6 in the morning and rushing back to camp. Although I was hoping around town in the nights, it just doesn't quite compare to being released from the horrendously hopeless training program. Nonetheless, was at the Fuo Tiao Qiang wrap dinner last Saturday at Yummy Lobster House down at Joo Chiat, took some quick pictures:
