Saturday, July 14, 2001

Newest find on my Napster. Eva Cassidy. People without broadband don't know what they're missing.
Watched Moulin Rouge yesterday. Quite a piece of staging though I think the film only came into its own when it had its own songs. Using very familiar pop hits was distracting; but it's an impressive piece of work. Dazzling to the eye, though so overproduced not sure about it's heart.

Hung out at a friend's place in East Coast. Nice and cosy. Imran is doing a standup comedy gag at Pasir Ris which I think wasn't too bad, but I fear it may not grab people's attention enough. He still has to slow down a bit, but I think in a few years he'll definitely be one of Singapore's top comedians.

Pool today with some of the guys from work, and maybe hopping over to Bintan next week to join the producers in their "retreat". Bought coldplay/travis tickets and I'm cleaned out for the month. Handphone bill came in and says I had 600+ SMSes last month; I wonder if receiving SMSes counts towards the total as well.

Friday, July 13, 2001

Online suicide declarations. Can an online suicide be far behind? And naturally, the suicidee's blog.
it's that little souvenir of a colorful year
which makes me smile inside
so I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
- Here's Where The Story Ends, The Sundays
Doc said I had a light flu so went home after 3 pm, but have to work tomorrow. Went to get a haircut and since the usual malay shop I go to is closed on Fridays, went to this mamak place where they give you a few hard slaps on the back after your haircut is done. They have a faded b&w photo of one of the barbers and some Brit King in the shop. Very quaint.

Thursday, July 12, 2001

Well the girl seems to have got her mind. She's trying to play it cool, but from a guy's perspective, she has the game in hand... Waiting 15 mins to call back? Hehe.. all pretty funny. Sweet young love; if everything could be so simple.
Two friends got laid off today. It's a horrible market out there, and casualties are piling up. Even I just missed getting laid off when the channel floundered, though my boss fought to keep us around. I've been laid off before and it feels like crap. You're knocked down for days, and scramble to recover your dignity and pride. I hope that time is in the past, but the fear is always there, certainly.
I'm getting increasingly fascinated by blogs; some are bright and chirpy, others dark and sombre. I guess mine rests in the twilight between both moods. It's still difficult to write much that's personal, especially with the observers out there. (Yeah all four of you!) Maybe one day I'll get used to it.

Anyway, congratulations to Wilkie, who gets his pink card back and rejoins the world of the wage slaves... almost. 9 months in NIE before emerging out to the world but I definitely would be interested in doing some projects with him. In a creative funk right now I know. SCRIPT SCRIPT SCRIPT. Damn it.
Looking at the log files tells me one thing: The chicks get all the clicks.
Still waiting for geekgirl to tell the conclusion of her story! Come on gal... give us the happy ending! That there's two less lonely souls out in the universe! Someone out there must have the happiness that's zipped out of my life! ;)
Feeling sick earlier this morning but recovered enough. Not sure what it was; just a tremendous lethargy. Felt much better in the afternoon and no time to pick up an MC anyway.

Wednesday, July 11, 2001

Colleague saved me when I accidentally deleted a file. Whew.
It gets a little harder every day to get out of bed...
These days I seem to have a strange thirst. Need to keep drinking all the time. Maybe I should see a doc about this...
I wonder what's the signifance of handphones in dreams. Communication? The ability to reach out to someone? Other thing I want to know is: which provider are they using? ;)
Saw an accident this morning right outside my place. Some giant metal contraption fell on the side of a taxi, and glass was splattered all over the road. They were just putting the taxi driver on a stretcher as I left to meet my boss at the gas station. Burning vans, crushed taxis; is there an evil premonition somewhere approaching?
I admire those who can be so frank in their journals. Quick gal tell us how it went with pretty boy! Reality TV? Pah! Reality Web is where it's at!
These late nights just to watch over the stupid SMS machine is getting tiring. Sometimes I really feel like dumping all this faux IT stuff and doing production. Still, maybe my views on production are too rosy as well; I wish I could do a 50-50 split but that's out of the question until the situation at the station stabilizes. Best to work on my own projects for now, I guess...

Pattern from a wall in Bangkok.
Think I'll try to drive everyone in the office nuts by listening to opera.
I'm always amused and intrigued by some of Garrison Keillor's replies to the lovelorn. Reading this, wonder if I'm a "catch" or would ever be considered one. My heart goes out to the almost thirty-year old woman who hasn't had a relationship and been ditched by a guy who appears to have used her. Mr Blue, that is no gentleman!

Some of the messages are incredibly sad, and despite the optimistic tone Mr Blue tries to infuse, sometimes I really wonder if this is it for them. The last great relationships of their lives which they will remember for the rest of their lives. To be forever pining; is there any worse fate?

Tuesday, July 10, 2001

Neighbours arguing; breaking down doors, shouting and slamming. Bad moon rising.

Monday, July 09, 2001

The stars sing to us, and I wonder what their tune is
Colleague at work told me from his JC, 4 of 9 friends that got married are divorced. That's a pretty sad figure...
Head of production asked me to split my time 50-50 between scriptwriting and web, which I don't mind. Still, a lot depends on the survival of the skit show. Today's review didn't go well, and it failed both technically and on an entertainment level. The humour isn't very Singaporean, which is part of the problem. The main thing is the short production time given to come up with it. One week is too insane. Not sure how it'll go down with my boss but I don't mind the change. I am bored at work and don't feel creatively challenged. Still I hope they give the show another chance and do try to find more writers. Comedy is very, very hard to write, that's for sure.

Sunday, July 08, 2001

Monday is here again. Uneventful weekend with a nice workout at the gym. Dug out an old script and went over it. Definitely needs to be polished up a bit.