Livin' on a Mountain High

(my brand new YA5 cell group!)

I bought a Zoom H4n and all my sister and I do is to sing into it like Karaoke.

But before you, the knowing videographer/soundman who knows the prowess of the Zoom H4n as a powerful low-budget sound recording device, interjects, it's because we're really too stressed from work.

Or rather, I am.

What's new, right? I'll be counting on adrenaline to push me through the month of August, where one weekend day is shoot day.

But I can do it, lah. Phillipians 4:13! Or is it 3:14?

-Now my sister is singing "Firework".-

3 giggly minutes later...

- And now my turn!-

Anyway, recently, I'm on a mission called "Ketchup". I'm trying to catch up (har har, hence the name) with people I haven't met in a while, and today, I met up with Yan Sze whom I haven't seen in 4-5 years at Renee's birthday, whom I haven't seen in 3-4 years before alumni . Then there was Cynthia, Yan, Kalai, Ah Qin from the Anti You team, Kenny who's been helping me all these years and I hope to add on, before my work drowns me and I fade into social oblivion (but famous on tv! HAHA.)

But usually, something has to trigger it first, like bumping into them, or being somewhere which reminds me of them, like Kenny who I always call in time of need. And for the longest time, the university So many people, so little time.

That said, Leanne, you're still on shopping priority la, k? Amanda, you're on blading priority and Charlene, yes, Captain America!

Joyce and Felicia, we're ketching-up in 中山公园.

- And my big sis has taken to showing me whatever's in her ear now and asking me to sympathise with her "wet and slimy" earwax predicament. "Eh you see" she says, and sticks the wax 5cm away from my face. "I think it's cos water went into my ear ..." She continues-

Aiya, now I forget where I was. Ah yes, ketching up!

But, my "minor" edit for one episode is done. Gotta check it.

Hmm, ketch up with you again!

Why I Like To Type Words On The Keyboard. A Monologue.

Because literature is therapeutic.

I've just finished watching my tv show on Okto, saw my name roll up under the credits as "Assistant Producer" and felt a really small surge of satisfaction running though my veins.

Really small.

Have name appear on tv- Tick.

Anyway, have been stalking other people's blogs (hey who haven't!) and trolling on Facebook (like you're not doing it now), just trying to gather a glimpse of what it would be like to be someone else.

To have a different life.

To walk a different path.

To have another hobby that doesn't involve a particularly bouncy ball.

To have a whole other personality and a hair of bright red.

Ah well, the fantasies continue.

Will I be cooler in the end?

Well, does it matter?

Actually I have to admit I don't know how to continue with this post, but because I like to type words on the keyboard without having to look at it, plus I can afford to stay up for another half an hour, that's why I'm still typing.

And you've just wasted 30 seconds of your life reading this.

But that doesn't mean you should stop.

I guess it's in the way I write about stuff. Some people just have that flair to hook people in, and I just want to be funny.

In fact, half the things I write on this blog are not raw front line events that impact me. They're whittled, censored and packaged into a happy meal text.

You know why?

Cos I'm scared. I don't want my life to be an open book, but I enjoy the thrill of writing on the keyboard.

And I like my secrets. Shhhh. I like them safe, I like them sound, and I like them where I can trust them. In the hearts of people who matter.

You know, I really don't know how to end this.

Someday, I'll get some cathartic reaction to the things I write and it'll all make sense.

For now, I need to give myself a reminder that doesn't make much sense

Not to you who views my life as exciting as bread, cos I said so-

That is:

Remember your choice and love it.

静茹与情歌

同样的一个地点。

同样是梁静茹。

同样的歌声。

但，四年前坐在室内体育馆的我和现在的我分别好多哦。

她的歌仍然好听。

只是，因为加了好多好多人身经验，她的歌带着哝哝的回忆。

对吧？两个上海的？

哎呀，就是很开心啦。在听的过程中，回忆不停地浮现在眼前。

都是美好的。

而且，可以看的出她真的真的用心地唱，把她最好的呈献给观众。

赞！



出场了！



我们小手拉大手
一起交游
今天别想太多



吻要闭上眼睛感觉
能让我飞也让我流泪
我都要你知道
－我都知道



爱你不是两三天
每天却想你很多遍
还不习惯孤独街道
拥挤人潮没你拥抱



我想说其实你很好
你自己却不知道
真心的对我好
不要求回报
爱一个人希望他过更好
打从心里暖暖的
你比自己更重要




我喜欢就这样
躺在你身旁
我喜欢赖在床上
看你喝汤



梁静茹， 我爱你！！



如果我说
爱我没有如果
真的爱我就放手一博
还想什么还
怕什么
快牵起我的手



可惜不是你
陪我到最后
曾一起走却走失了那路口



分手快乐
祖你快乐
你可以找到更好的



勇气



爱真的需要勇气
来面对流言飞语
只要你一个眼神肯定
我的爱就有意义



你的姿态
你的青睐
我存在在你的存在
你以为爱
就是被爱
你挥霍了我的崇拜



Fly Away 当我不顾一切无止禁追寻
有一个人
有一颗心
早已经默默之中在那里

And the people who watched her concert were:




Hui Li's boyfriend. He's been a fan since 1999!



Charlene, who asked me to sit further from her because I kept screaming.



Hui Li, who messaged me if I was there. Turned out we were one block away in the stadium.



Charlene and Hui Li.



Hui Li and me.

梁静茹，快回来吧！

I THINK I HEAR HER!

Yay! She's done. Weekend, here I come!

Bored Out Of My Wits

It's 8pm. It's time for my cell group and then a weekend of no shoot.

BUT WAIT.

I'm stuck in the office waiting for the intern to finish her work.

AHHHHHHHH!!!!!

This is how bored I am...



Where's my WEEKEND?



Still waiting... faster!!!



Smile for what, am still waiting. Faster faster!!!

"I Am Your Father".

One more DVD and the trilogy will be complete. Then I'll be able to differentiate between my Jar Jar Binks, Jabba the Hutt, Ewoks and of course, the always groaning Chewbacca. And legally wear my Star Wars tee without fear of reproach or disapproval or even worse, mockery from the Boss.

Gate of movie-redemption, here I come.

By the way, I had my yearly dose of Serangoon-ness last weekend. It was the annual SRJC basketball alumni, and once again, out of my batch, only 3 of us showed up. Well, could be worse.

By the end of the day, we had red cheeks, and the yearly rain that washed away the results of the Champion team came again. So we left for greener pastures at East Coast Park, sat and whiled away a nice Sunday afternoon. The topics that came up were juicy. Along the lines of the birds and the bees, but well, in this case, I would say it was more of the bees and the bees.

Gosh, I crack myself up.

And as it turns out, my life is as exciting as.... bread.

Like I said, it could be worse.

I do, however, find my job of having to shout out the lines to respectable TV stars somewhat exciting. Or reminding them to hold an object with the correct hand.

You think?

Perhaps I'm just like Luke Skywalker, waiting for the day where C3PO and R2D2 shows up. Then boom! Fast lane to Jedi-hood.

Yeap. That sounds promising. :)

(oh... and Hello! Ah Qin the Stalker!)

They don't make movies like they used to.

"You talkin' to me?"



"I'll make him an offer he can't refuse."



"Forget it Jake. It's Chinatown."

Looks Just Like A Box!

This is the Red One camera. In the hands of a competent director of photography, it can transform from a box to this:



Now, the question is, why didn't the old school buy one and let us play with it?

Believe In What Your Tee Shirt Says

I've had a Star Wars tee shirt for 1 year now. It was bought in a H&M store in Tokyo when I helped my dad out at an event there.

Nobody said much about the shirt, only that it was quite cool, and "Wah, wearing Harrison Ford's face eh?"

In a sleepy stupor, I wore it to production a few weeks ago. The director of photography looked at my shirt and said, "Cool shirt!"

I said, "Ya."

"So you watch Star Wars?"

"No."

"What? You've never watched Star Wars? Don't talk to me."

Apparently, Star Wars is such a powerful franchise that a lot of people, especially people in production, are inspired by it.

Therefore, I decided to buy the trilogy (the old one with Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia) on eBay.

Let's hope it doesn't put me to sleep like what the new Transformers movie did.

Finding Emo.

A lot on the mind recently, but haven't taken to drinking as of yet, even though the friends are planning to train me up on liquor limit.

If it's not Long Island Iced Tea I don't want ah.

But don't worry about me. Things on the mind are not problems faced now. Life's too good that I've been spending a lot of time reflecting.

Actually, less of reflecting and more of reminiscing.

The present tends to trigger the past. Much more of the past than the future.

But I did make the most out of my Saturday weekend, all 4 hours of it which was not SPENT AT WORK. I'm telling you, being a full timer is literal.

And also managed to catch up with the only (known) reader of this humble blog with a 9 course $68 super ATAS Japanese meal midweek.

Then bumped into Miss Cynthia Xu Sexy (read: She's Sexy) at the basketball court on Thursday in a chance meeting.

To end off the week, had a scary dream where I dreamt that I overslept and woke up too late to be on set at work. And then there was everyone from my past on set watching the show. Well, almost everyone, plus Stefanie Sun. And you were there again!

Strange, but also scary. Imagine my relief when I woke up.

Alright, I'm just gonna look right ahead. And maybe design a tee shirt when I'm free.

In the words of an infamous colleague, "Okay bye."

Best. Weekend. Ever.

This girl came home!

And she was supposed to be in Australia studying her Masters and counting how many joeys fit into a kangaroo. Or something along those lines.

After having a really good Friday evening where I fell asleep during the climax of Transformers with Leanne, it was followed by a lazy Saturday evening with Amanda the Dinosaur and Charlene the self-professed gutless girl and a few drinks. To top it up, we ran into Leanne, a true coincidence, and hung out for a while under the moonlit sky with a huge tap that never seemed to run dry.

And on Sunday, as I was walking into service which was half a song into Praise and Worship, I spied with my eye a familiar presence and her pink cardigan. I did a few double takes and even thought I was still half asleep, but there she was, Miss Joyce Leong and her mannerisms, they were back!

It turned out she came back secretly on Thursday for her mum's baptism which was on Sunday, stocked up on supplies (said shampoo was expensive over there) and decided to surprise the heck out of everyone.

No la, she just wanted to spend more time with her family.

12 hours later that same Sunday, she was at the airport, ready to go back to the land where it's blistering cold right now and you're so bundled up there's no need to shave any part of the body. Or so I heard.

After many body crunching hugs and failed ploys to smuggle me and Felily on her luggage, she left for the Departure Gate, leaving us waving bon voyage frantically.

So, in conclusion, this has been the most magical weekend. And I love and appreciate God and his grace even more.

And now, at 1am Monday, I have to get back to reality and get my ass to bed so that I can wake up to a good week at work.

And to continue a good weekend, it's going to be an awesome week as well.

If I say so myself.