Saturday, October 06, 2001

There's a scene in Yi Yi where the mother of the house speaks to the comatorse grandmother, and realises there is so little for her to say. She does the same things everyday, and her life is that boring and she suffers a breakdown. Was thinking the same thing of this blog; the days really are mundane, and I probably don't have much new to say really. ;)
Finished watching Yi Yi. A quiet, contemplative work, not as self-absorbed or talky as Yang's other works. There were some beautiful moments; when the father of the house speaks to the comatose grandmother, he says how much it is like a prayer. Will his words be heard, and is he sincere enough in his words? And when given a second chance at life and love, would everything change or would things turn out exactly the same? I can see why a lot of critics raved over it. Definitely a stirring work.
My horoscope in I-S took this quote:
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." - EB White

How true.

I'm supposed to do the website for Chestnuts, but all they have now is the blog..
Bought a cheapo DVD player from carrefour; $239 shinco. Hope it works fine. The salespeople say it's region free, so it better be. Will set it up later. Guess it might have to take the place of my VCR.

Friday, October 05, 2001

Playing on winamp: God is a DJ - Faithless
Barry Bonds hits home run #71. Congrats Barry!
The Dictators

An odor has remained among the sugarcane:
a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating
petal that brings nausea.
Between the coconut palms the graves are full
of ruined bones, of speechless death-rattles.
The delicate dictator is talking
with top hats, gold braid, and collars.
The tiny palace gleams like a watch
and the rapid laughs with gloves on
cross the corridors at times
and join the dead voices
and the blue mouths freshly buried.
The weeping cannot be seen, like a plant
whose seeds fall endlessly on the earth,
whose large blind leaves grow even without light.
Hatred has grown scale on scale,
blow on blow, in the ghastly water of the swamp,
with a snout full of ooze and silence
- Pablo Neruda

Thursday, October 04, 2001

Pretty powerful image drawn by a fourth-grader..
Friday already. Don't think I'll need to go back to work during the weekend, though might do some work from home. A mini-emergency at work but nothing one can do much about. Doing a lot of programming stuff again and it can be fun; like I tell my friends now, better to be busy rather than idle these days.
Only a couple of weeks to the start of NBA season. Can't wait...

What others have been putting into their journals. Feel guilty that I haven't yet done anything with mine.

Wednesday, October 03, 2001

Sugar Ray canceled. Sheesh.

Tuesday, October 02, 2001

Pay rent, pay rent, pay rent. What I would be able to do if I didn't have to pay rent + utilities + etc:
1) Buy a cute VW Beetle that's older than me.
2) Buy more camera stuff.
3) Save more.
4) Give more moola to mom.
5) Buy more books, though I've been curbing myself lately.
6) Go on more trips.

Money it's just never enough.
Been fooling around with MySql/PHP stuff. It's pretty incredible what's out there on the market, and the free tools available.

Monday, October 01, 2001

Do the time warp baby. All of a sudden I had three visitors from December. No matter that this blog has only been in existence since late June this year...
Received an email from a Mexican friend who used to intern at ACC. He's backpacking in India now and just got a scholarship to do film in the US. Bloody cool and I'm happy for him. Great guy!

Sunday, September 30, 2001

ID this lyric: I can't stop when it comes to you.
Saving money in Singapore is very, very hard, especially if you're paying rent. This month is going to be a killer as well; going diving end of the month so my wallet is getting burnt again. I have cut down my transport costs; big ticket items for last month were my camera cleaning and Sugar Ray tickets, besides rent, PUB and gym. At times like these, best to conserve because rainy days are here, and it looks like it's going to be a long storm.
Man I hate the squeeze on the 170 on the way back. Now I know why I hate going back and forth across the causeway. Only good thing I guess are getting to drive the car, home-cooked meals and yes, VCDs of the movies I haven't had time to watch and those that never reach the theaters here. Monday looms, and looks like it's going to be a hectic two weeks ahead...