Tuesday, November 30, 2004

My friend is doing a film and he needs extras. It's a good opportunity to experience working on a movie set, and this movie is intended to be released to arts festivals over the world etc... support the Singapore arts/cultural scene!

However, we would pay you if we had the money, but since we are all poor students, as it is now all we can do is provide meals ^_^;;

We need kind souls to help us out on the following days as these characters:

6th Dec: theatre-goers and restaurant patrons
8th Dec: restaurant patrons
11th Dec: VJC students (if you have the uniform even better!)
12th Dec: people walking about
16th Dec: people getting off a bus
23rd Dec: bar/pub patrons
26th Dec: family members of guys about to enter army
30th Dec: people in a queue
2nd Jan: guys about to enter army


If anybody is free on these days and are willing to spare some time to help out, please contact me asap! If you have any questions or you need to know more feel free to ask me also.

Thanks! =)

the dead woman murmured 11/30/2004 09:25:00 AM
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Saturday, November 27, 2004

Yesterday, I had a 10 hour meeting about the script and a basic "lecture" about set lighting, then spent the rest of last night and this morning doing call sheets and shot listings. Tonight looks like another night spent on deciding film allocation. I'm think I'm going to start hallucinating about my bed chasing after me and throwing pillow-missiles, crying that I've neglected it.

the dead woman murmured 11/27/2004 09:05:00 AM
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

I am so tired. Looking at my "holiday" schedule makes me feel even more tired. *sigh*

Did interviewing at the CATI labs today, and for the first hour, every number the computer generated for me was either a business number, disconnected, or a fax number. Stupiak computer. Then after that I got a whole spate of Chinese speaking ah mas and aunties for me to practice my mangled Chinese on. Some used all kinds of excuses to run away, including the classic "No there's no one else in and I'm going out now" and one screamed at me because she was in the middle of a mahjong game. I should have blackmailed her with something like, if she doesn't help me complete the survey she bound to lose all her money (these people usually very superstitious right?)

One auntie really lagi best. Said she didn't understand English, so never mind, read the Chinese introduction. Then she went all "Internet? What? Don't know lar, don't know lar, very busy, nobody is at home!" and puts down the phone. Auntie... so if nobody is at home, what are you? Disembodied spirit ah?! A bit too late to tell me nobody is at home after you've picked up the phone lor...

the dead woman murmured 11/23/2004 09:25:00 AM
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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Exams are over. It doesn't feel any different - why?

Probably because of my excessive not studying... hahaha...

the dead woman murmured 11/17/2004 09:14:00 AM
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Tuesday, November 16, 2004

There are strange sounds emitting from the room upstairs.

It sounds like the people upstairs are playing bowling O_o WTF?

the dead woman murmured 11/16/2004 05:31:00 AM
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Saturday, November 13, 2004

Was randomly surfing on google about mental disorders (kind of a pet topic for me) and came across this article about suicide, and I quote:

"Suicide is a serious health problem."

Pardon me, but if you commit suicide, aren't you kind of... dead? What health problem? Or more specifically, what health? (Of course there're things such as completed suicide and attempted suicide, and they are talking about mental health, but the phrasing just amused me.)

Other interesting observations: The opposite of euphoria is dysphoria. But why is the opposite of a dystopia an utopia, and not an eutopia?

the dead woman murmured 11/13/2004 10:03:00 PM
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Ghazal of Hope
by Alfian bin Sa'at

Let me tell you about the death of happiness.
How it should not be misunderstood as grief.

The final gesture is the motion of surrender.
The signal for the sky to collapse like a tent.

Two wildflowers yesterday and suddenly: seven today.
I demand to know what has driven my eyes to notice.

All suffering will end in a matter of time.
In the meantime think not of suffering but time.

My sorrow is not large enough, its knots are weak.
How else could that bird have escaped my nets?

Alfian, in your anticipation you stole joy from the future.
But take heart: you have not robbed your future of joy.

the dead woman murmured 11/13/2004 09:29:00 PM
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Friday, November 12, 2004

I think happiness
Is to say that you are happy
And to trust yourself
That you have said
The right word.

(by Alfian bin Sa'at)

Finally had the mood to do a new template. Colour scheme inspired by Alfian's book "A History of Amnesia". Kinda missing my shades of grey now, but... well, I guess I just needed a change. I regret to inform you my dear readers that if you find the new layout offensive, it's going to be here for a while - I won't have the time to change until probably when school starts.

the dead woman murmured 11/12/2004 09:09:00 PM
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Monday, November 08, 2004

I have three more papers and yet I happily went out yesterday, heh. Bumped into Yocksian n Sam at Suntec, so spent the rest of the afternoon window shopping with them, whee~! Slacking is fun =P

the dead woman murmured 11/08/2004 05:54:00 PM
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Saturday, November 06, 2004

Now that my laptop is working fine, my desktop has died. ARGH. FUCK BILL GATES.

Anyway, I find people from my faculty so interesting. When they discuss things on the edventure discussion boards, they always add these quantifiers like "just my 2 cents worth" or "I might be totally wrong but..." Kinda amusing really, the way everyone is so polite even when there are dissenting views. Of course, these boards are all monitored, so I guess flaming isn't much of an option... but then again people always kena flamed on the VJC boards even though there are a lot of moderators, and I keep having to warn and ban ppl. *sigh* And it can't be much of an age thing, because the alumni boards can get pretty touchy too.

the dead woman murmured 11/06/2004 11:34:00 PM
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Why Did I Dream Of You Last Night?
by Philip Larkin

Why did I dream of you last night?
Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light
Memories strike home, like slaps in the face;
Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog
beyond the window.

So many things I had thought forgotten
Return to my mind with stranger pain:
- Like letters that arrive addressed to someone
Who left the house so many years ago.

the dead woman murmured 11/06/2004 09:05:00 AM
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Thursday, November 04, 2004

Windows is a fucking pain in the ass. I downloaded XP service pack 2, and it disabled my laptop's keyboard and touchpad. Much joy. It was a stroke of luck that my dad happened to be sharing my laptop temporarily, so I'd created an account for him that didn't require keying in a password, so I managed to sort out the problem after typ- Sorry, did I say 'typing'? I meant to say, pieced together an email letter by fucking letter, cut and pasted from the only website I could get into (which was the default page since I obviously could not type a URL). And now it's fucking 4am in the morning and I could kill someone if this thing fucks up on me again.

Should have just gotten an iBook. Somebody please do the world a favour and kill Bill Gates. And whilst they're at it, kill Bush too. Thanks.

the dead woman murmured 11/04/2004 11:35:00 AM
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Wednesday, November 03, 2004

"Singapore Short Story Project" on Tuesday nights. "Twelve Kingdoms" followed by "Inuyasha" from Wednesdays to Fridays. A bunch of infotainment shows I want to watch. And yes, let's not forget the anime I've been downloading, and the movies that are still sitting in my computer waiting to be watched.That does it, I can forget about studying liao... haha.

But then again my exams only take up about 50% of my final grade *smirks in engineering ppl's general direction* This sem I shall be able to test out me and my roommate's hypothesis: provided you have at least a B for your continual assessment, as long as you turn up for the exam and don't hand in a piece of blank paper, you will be able to at least get a C overall.

the dead woman murmured 11/03/2004 07:28:00 PM
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mood

Translation:
Nemo nisi mors.


the subject

utopist. dreamer. cynic. poet. a contradiction. eccentric. cartesian. a starlight in the gloom.

The patient, born in 1984, suffers from a history of idealism of unknown onset and duration.

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