Thursday, December 23, 2004
Watched "Phantom of the Opera" - the movie - today, and all I have to say is, I have nothing good to say about something so cliched and that uses terrible camera techniques, and worse of all, doesn't even have people who sing very well (they're not bad but they're not good either). Read the book, it's tonnes better even though the translation in the version I have can get a bit dense at parts.
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Saturday, December 18, 2004
Looking forward to choreo practice tomorrow! Even though I will most likely be running completely on caffeine by then, and I'm going to be all hyper and totally crazy... haha.
| I had a grand total of 2 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours... I predict that I have another couple of lovely sleepless days coming right up. Expect me to perform poorly on tasks that require a high level of cortical functioning.
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Thursday, December 16, 2004
Between choir and filming I pretty much have just enough time to bathe and sleep enough to be semi-awake the next day. It's fun, but I'm not sure I even want to try imagining doing this full time. Anyway at this moment I'm dozing off... need sleep... is incoherent... blog later.
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Saturday, December 11, 2004
It has been ten years since I've been to this place, and ten years is a very long time. I can hardly recognise anything anymore after all the upgrading and new buildings seem to have sprouted where there was nothing before. And yet, wandering through this maze of new sights and going deep into the heart of the nest of HDB blocks, familiar things spring out at me like playful children trying to startle innocent passerbys.
The funny blue and orange tiles I remembered from the path towards the medical clinic, still incongrous with everything else in the neighbourhood.
The old bakery still filled with the most wonderful warm smell of years upon years of baking bread, a lovely smell that has probably been absorbed by the surroundings, and still sells bread that looks and smells exactly the same.
It's been ten years seince I've been here, and though I can't recognise/find a thing from the outside, my memories of the places inside as they were blink like steady red landmarks in the lifting haze of my amnesia. The perspective of a twenty-year-old is so different from what I remembered. Everything just seems so claustrophobic, so cramped. And the bits I remember seem to have been grafted on artificially to some strange place - totally weird feeling.
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Thursday, December 02, 2004
Now my nightmare of a holiday schedule starts.
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