It was nice

Someone was feeling a million bucks after a $190 haircut. There was this elated feeling in the air that generally lifted our spirits. I am looking forward to her next haircut already.

Boss and CD said they appreciated my work, and gave such a positive work appraisal. CD said my head was turning big and he should stop already. Then he went on.

I've got two pens to fill up all the blank notebooks I've been getting, especially in a pen scarce office.

It was nice.

All about P

Yeo: Hey, I wanna pee. You want to pee?

Me: Yeah, I want to go pee.

Yeo: You go pee first.

And when I came back from the ladies, Yeo said he ordered dessert. And the brownie had a yellow candle on it. It was such a pleasant yummy surprise.




Yeo, you said I must blog about how you are the sweetest person I know rite? There you go. It a lot more than the 1 column 10cm space you were paid for selling yourself. Are you satisfied with such a fantastic bargain?

All this talk of pee reminds me of Basic Audio Video (BAV) class. The first assignment we did together involved recording audio. We had to do toilet sounds and you took the MD recorder into the men's room to record the sound of you peeing. So that was how we kinda got to know each other isn't it?

The Mind

I walk through the corridors
In search of an exit.
The doors are opening.
They reveal my thoughts, my emotions, my memories.
I try to shut each door that opens...
Shut them out.
And pretend they don't exist.
But the doors keep opening
Much faster than I can shut them.
I'm running past
Corridor after corridor
Where? where is the exit?

There's no where to run.
There is no exit.
Not when the corridors are inside me.

All things are one

"To realize one's destiny is a person's only real obligation. All things are one.

And when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it."

(The Alchemist, Paul Coelho)

I picked up The Alchemist at the library because I saw about ten of them stacked on the table. I must do my part and take up one right?

Doubt

I like this quote I saw on my dear old nephew's blog.

"...it is necessary that at least once in your life, you doubt as far as possible, all things" - Rene Descartes

I dream of painting and then I paint my dream

(Inspired by Van Gogh's quote)

The pain comes again before it goes,
Memories past remain in throes.
Please dance to a different tune I entreat,
The feet moves to the same sombre beat.

From heart to head the distance grows,
Taking apart the mind torn from soul.
To dream a rainbow but wake to dark,
The flame extinguishes aft' a single spark.

Relentless whispers tell nothing will arrive
A spectre of hope I forcibly contrive
Take up that which was forsaken
Go on despite the odds that are taken.


“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.” - Vincent van Gogh

Sisterly love

Hi, my lovely sweet sugar-coated lemon gumdrop!

She replied: "You're a puny pathetic peewee pion of a pushover!"

Conversations at work

(After a meeting with the client that felt like a war, we started talking in the car)

Colleague A:
Next time, in situations like that, don't sit with your back to the door. Like me, I sat facing the door. It's the "power position" and it allows you to have the final word in any meeting.


Colleague A:
No, I like all our people to sit in a row and fight together.

Me:
Sounds like carebears. Stand in a row and shine the rainbow to kill the evil guys.

Producer:
Yah, we want to fight like carebears.

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(On a day just like any other)

Boss:
Hey, do you have a stapler? Can I borrow it?

Me:
Yep.

Boss:
No I don't want to use that stapler. Its to cute for a macho guy like me.
(refering to my alligator/cicak stapler)

Me:
Haha. I wonder what S. would say to what you just said. Macho?

Boss:
That's it. Its over for your career, girl. No more prospects.

Me:
Can you give me another chance? What do you want to hear?

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A moment

I was in a car on the way home, peering out of the windows, once in awhile.

The sunset was gorgeous. Before the sun went down, the vanilla clouds were rimmed with soft golden hues. against a shade of pale sky blue that looks almost warm. (And blue is a cool colour. How do things like that happen in nature.) After some time, hues of pink were added in, much like an afterthought to an already brilliant painting.

Vanilla clouds rimmed with soft golden hues against the pastel pink. I felt like stopping. I felt like getting out of the car. I wanted so much to enjoy the light and colour.

But I reached my destination, got out of the car, and stepped into my home.

The Blank Answer

How do I articulate disappointment?

Thrust it to anger and let it burn.
Will it be consumed, will it turn to ashes?
Succumb to tears, will it ebb?
Wash it into hidden depths,
Hold it back.

Allow flighty distraction to be wind,
Lifting the spirit, take off in new direction.
Conjure contrived laughter, will it disappear?
Echoes fill the slient cave,
Sense empty space.

Paint a colourful mess spinning thoughts splash.
Almost unnoticeable, therein it lies quite hidden.
Let ink stain a sheet of white, will I arrive?
Yet there is no answer.
I crush paper.

The Way

Highs are really high, and lows are really quite low.

Today, it got low because some things are just done the same even though they look deceptively different. I suspect I can edit with half a brain now.

I pick shots because of similar visual continuity. It gets so methodical, I can just mark in and out a few times, dump the shots together, and somehow, it'll sync with the music or pace. I cut music the same way, even though soundtracks may be different. I do titles the same way. I animate stills the same way. My mood just sunk and I didn't feel like continuing anymore.

And things have to be done in this same way because its the way the director shoots, its the way the client expects, and its the way it has to be done because of time limitations.

In the end, the video looks different, but we know it reeks of the same thoughtless style, and we'll just ask each other why we always do it the same way. And we become sick of ourselves. I get so sick of myself.

300

As I was talking to my colleague about 300, It suddenly came to my mind that it was something Spartan, but was it baroque in style.

How ironic. How beautiful.

Never really

I closed my eyes,
Jumped the cliff,
Thinking I'll fly.
I was wrong.

Holding on to nothing,
In frantic grasp,
Its a sinking freefall,
In fearful silent regret.

But the arms of love caught me,
What a surprise.
Because now I know.
I never really wanted to fly.

Haunting

Its the first time I've been to a World Press Photo Exhibition (so happy they came to Singapore!)

Somehow, when I saw the huge prints (as compared to what is on the web), I felt my hair stand. The images were haunting.

It was quite mentally distressing to see so much sorrow and anguish, so much pain, so much pride, so much neglect and nonchalance all at once.

I don't know what to make of it.

Dream Stuff - Dr Seuss

Dream Stuff
Dream stuff
Funny thing about this dream stuff
First its there
Then nowhere

Dream stuff
Dream stuff
Ever fleeting ever shifting
Yet we could keep it from drifting
If we only dare

Rouse that world you’ve been to
Carry it right into bright blue day

Feel it
Seal it
Don’t let anybody steal it
Most of all keep any doubt away
Then you can make it stay

(I tried googling for the lyrics of this song by Dr Seuss from the movie Dr Seuss and the 5000 fingers of Dr.T. And I couldn't find it! So I posted it here. I can't conceive anything not being online... haha. So its a first for the internet by me. Well, if you find it elsewhere, go ahead, destroy my silly illusion. Anyway, though the movie was a flop and Dr Seuss thought that it was the low point in his career, I think the lyrics are quite beautiful)

Smooch Factor 10/10

http://www.psyop.tv/cocacola

Detailed expression, beauty, detail and a truly insane concept.

A Mail From Sri Lanka

Hai,
Sorry I took a long time reply.
I was a little bit busy searching for information for further studies, and I had to look after my mother.
She is not well, so I don't think I can get out of Sri Lanka after all.
We are three. Me, mother and sister. My sister is married and she is in London. So i want to stay with my mum.
How is your studies going on?
In Sri Lanka, the situation is going to be very bad.
The new government is not good, and the president wants to maintain his power.
The people suffer.
I resigned from my work last month, as two journalists and four media people got shot.
My mother begged me to resign from my job.
Other than all that, nothing special has happened.

With love,
"X"

The new and the old

I am kinda chirpy nowadays. I have tidied up all my files in my computer. I cannot express how great it felt to delete 18Gb of stuff within a day. How great it felt to install Quicktime 7 Pro, and Flash 8. Yep, I can now see those snazzy videos online. And Flash 8... I tried importing video into it. Quite cool. And I have Illustrator and Indesign too! Things are looking good. I even have a wmv player on my mac now. What can I say... Life feels good. =)

On the government

I say, politicians are ungrateful farmers. They dump the dung, and the crops grow. They give no credit to the rain, the seasons, the sun, and the seed. Sometimes, without the dung, things probably won't be too much different. I wonder.

A Boo Boo

Boo Boo is a cat whom i've never met. I've heard it mewing over the phone, but I don't think that counts for anything. Boo Boo's owner says he's reckless and silly - "All heart and no brain". If he weren't picked off the streets, he would've been eaten by a rat. That makes me smile.