Apparently this look-a-like has fooled even the closest of friends.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Fragility of Life
His head hung low. Very low.
His 6ft frame slurs, speech slouched.
His eyes black as death, spirit blinded.
Body full of hurt, heart lacked strength.
A loss of life, own found but not tonight.
Lost his life-giver, gained the creator.
Words incoherent. Actions incoherent.
Chin up, catching teardrops.
Beauty couldn't hide the pain, suffering.
Smile, like the horizon, was all he could muster.
He hears but cries of the oceans.
Sees waves of gloom written all over their faces.
His head hung full of sorrow, his neck couldn't bear.
The eldest son, losing his mother.
Yet, found his father.
Lost a life doing good.
Separated at birth, now united as brothers.
Oh, the fragility of life.
I attended 2 wakes in 2 days. And saw the fragility of life. Today was the cremation of my aunty, of whom I am not familiar. I've seen her somewhere, during reunions or in old photographs. But I can't tell which. Her two sons share a telling story.
This poem depicts what I saw, most captivating was the eldest son. The eldest looked nothing like her. I've never seen a grown man so life-less. Even at best, lifeless would be an understatement. When people mentioned his name during testimonies, he barely lifted his head and stared back unto the floor. He had to use both his arms to lift a drink packet. It wasn't just a single life lost, his was seemingly out too. I witness another wake on Saturday, where I didn't see a grown man cry, but I saw worse. His eyes red from crying.
The grief of losing a loved one even sometimes too much a man can bear.
His 6ft frame slurs, speech slouched.
His eyes black as death, spirit blinded.
Body full of hurt, heart lacked strength.
A loss of life, own found but not tonight.
Lost his life-giver, gained the creator.
Words incoherent. Actions incoherent.
Chin up, catching teardrops.
Beauty couldn't hide the pain, suffering.
Smile, like the horizon, was all he could muster.
He hears but cries of the oceans.
Sees waves of gloom written all over their faces.
His head hung full of sorrow, his neck couldn't bear.
The eldest son, losing his mother.
Yet, found his father.
Lost a life doing good.
Separated at birth, now united as brothers.
Oh, the fragility of life.
I attended 2 wakes in 2 days. And saw the fragility of life. Today was the cremation of my aunty, of whom I am not familiar. I've seen her somewhere, during reunions or in old photographs. But I can't tell which. Her two sons share a telling story.
This poem depicts what I saw, most captivating was the eldest son. The eldest looked nothing like her. I've never seen a grown man so life-less. Even at best, lifeless would be an understatement. When people mentioned his name during testimonies, he barely lifted his head and stared back unto the floor. He had to use both his arms to lift a drink packet. It wasn't just a single life lost, his was seemingly out too. I witness another wake on Saturday, where I didn't see a grown man cry, but I saw worse. His eyes red from crying.
The grief of losing a loved one even sometimes too much a man can bear.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
First Love (II)
Okay, my last post didn't sound all that grammatically correct. It's because I wanted to protect the identity of her. But the heck with it this time.
Her name's Yanfen. We were in the same class in the first two years of primary (elementary) school. I believe we were in 1/8(Grace) in St. Hilda's Primary School. I can't recall much, I remember her being very pretty, very quiet, very fair. I can't recall much about Penmanship or how many squirrels were hiding in the text book. I remembered my classmates. I remembered making Junkang cry. We were taking some files from the drawer, and I closed the drawer on his fingers, boohoo. And there were the twins, Jonathan and David. I remember Linna Peh, currently a model and Ms World Singapore finalist (who would have guessed), Shihua, Diana and Yanfen. I remembered Ms Quah bringing the top 5 students to the Science Center, we sat in her car and went on our little fieldtrip especially the MacDonalds.
It was probably in primary 2(2nd grade) when I started having a crush on her. Being the over-sensitive me, I thought everyone else was liking her too. At that time, I didn't know what cooties was, I was vaccinated. So Yanfen had a birthday party at MacDonalds! The one at Bedok, right under the Princess Cinema. So I remember my dad dropping me off, and the entire way there, my parents were all "making fun" of me.
At the party, there were balloons and paper hats and Yanfen. I was ushered into a corner. There, I was in my own world. I remembered not caring about the games and the clown, all I wanted was my cheeseburger, my milkshake and fries. It was super noisy, but it was all drowned by the sheer loudness of jaws biting on fries. The oil was all over my lips, unglamorous.
I overheard a game going on. "Shopping List" was the name. Yanfen would have a shopping list ready, and those who brought her what's on the list would get a gift. So there was keys, black shoe, coins, watch, those little knick-knacks. Then they were asking for keys again. But this time wasn't keys, she meant "kiss". Then everyone started chanting my name. I didn't know what was going on. So I stood on my chair. The clown called out to me, I said I have no keys. He signaled me to come over, which I did. Next, he pointed to his lips and said "kiss" and signaled me to kiss Yanfen.
The sudden realization of the situation finally dawn upon me. Then I realized, my lips were all greased up by the fries. I frantically tried to wipe it down with my hands, some offered napkins. Where's a blotter when I needed one.
So I leaned forward. So many camera flashes went. She shy-ed away. My lips didn't touch her cheeks. One more try. I lean forward, and she backed off again. The third time was good. I leaned in and gave her a peck. Everyone cheered. And I got a mug as a prize, which has been missing since forever.
My parents came and picked me up. It was hard explaining to them how I came home with that gift.
That's the story of my first crush and first kiss.
What's yours. Let's hear it.
Her name's Yanfen. We were in the same class in the first two years of primary (elementary) school. I believe we were in 1/8(Grace) in St. Hilda's Primary School. I can't recall much, I remember her being very pretty, very quiet, very fair. I can't recall much about Penmanship or how many squirrels were hiding in the text book. I remembered my classmates. I remembered making Junkang cry. We were taking some files from the drawer, and I closed the drawer on his fingers, boohoo. And there were the twins, Jonathan and David. I remember Linna Peh, currently a model and Ms World Singapore finalist (who would have guessed), Shihua, Diana and Yanfen. I remembered Ms Quah bringing the top 5 students to the Science Center, we sat in her car and went on our little fieldtrip especially the MacDonalds.
It was probably in primary 2(2nd grade) when I started having a crush on her. Being the over-sensitive me, I thought everyone else was liking her too. At that time, I didn't know what cooties was, I was vaccinated. So Yanfen had a birthday party at MacDonalds! The one at Bedok, right under the Princess Cinema. So I remember my dad dropping me off, and the entire way there, my parents were all "making fun" of me.
At the party, there were balloons and paper hats and Yanfen. I was ushered into a corner. There, I was in my own world. I remembered not caring about the games and the clown, all I wanted was my cheeseburger, my milkshake and fries. It was super noisy, but it was all drowned by the sheer loudness of jaws biting on fries. The oil was all over my lips, unglamorous.
I overheard a game going on. "Shopping List" was the name. Yanfen would have a shopping list ready, and those who brought her what's on the list would get a gift. So there was keys, black shoe, coins, watch, those little knick-knacks. Then they were asking for keys again. But this time wasn't keys, she meant "kiss". Then everyone started chanting my name. I didn't know what was going on. So I stood on my chair. The clown called out to me, I said I have no keys. He signaled me to come over, which I did. Next, he pointed to his lips and said "kiss" and signaled me to kiss Yanfen.
The sudden realization of the situation finally dawn upon me. Then I realized, my lips were all greased up by the fries. I frantically tried to wipe it down with my hands, some offered napkins. Where's a blotter when I needed one.
So I leaned forward. So many camera flashes went. She shy-ed away. My lips didn't touch her cheeks. One more try. I lean forward, and she backed off again. The third time was good. I leaned in and gave her a peck. Everyone cheered. And I got a mug as a prize, which has been missing since forever.
My parents came and picked me up. It was hard explaining to them how I came home with that gift.
That's the story of my first crush and first kiss.
What's yours. Let's hear it.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
First Love
How many actually remember your first crush? I did. Actually, I recently met up with her, thanks to mutual friends. And we were "made" to sit with each other throughout. I fell asleep halfway (cos the seats were too darn comfortable!) I was all excited when we planned to meet, but as it drew closer, I kinda dreaded it. Like it'd be so awkward, not knowing what to say and all that.
Friends arranged to meet Girl(to protect her identity and my dignity)last Sunday, knowing that I invited myself, just to see her. Friends agreed, without Girl's knowledge, they just told her they got a surprise gift for her. But she'd guessed it. So we went into the packed arena, she was late, so we reserved a seat next to me. And she came wearing a blue dress. I've seen her photos, but she really did look very different from the last time I left her. The girl was very friendly throughout, I didn't know what she was thinking, but I was recalling some really old memories with her. And the whole time I was trying to picture her smaller, younger, just the way I liked her then. Oh, the way she talked, coughed, seemed oh strangely too familiar. She's leaving to get her PR soon, maybe that'll be the last I'll see of her.
It was great just seeing her again, even though it was just so short, couldn't really catch up, and for some reason, I wasn't myself that day. It's been 15 years since we've spoken, but I'm glad we did.
Friends arranged to meet Girl(to protect her identity and my dignity)last Sunday, knowing that I invited myself, just to see her. Friends agreed, without Girl's knowledge, they just told her they got a surprise gift for her. But she'd guessed it. So we went into the packed arena, she was late, so we reserved a seat next to me. And she came wearing a blue dress. I've seen her photos, but she really did look very different from the last time I left her. The girl was very friendly throughout, I didn't know what she was thinking, but I was recalling some really old memories with her. And the whole time I was trying to picture her smaller, younger, just the way I liked her then. Oh, the way she talked, coughed, seemed oh strangely too familiar. She's leaving to get her PR soon, maybe that'll be the last I'll see of her.
It was great just seeing her again, even though it was just so short, couldn't really catch up, and for some reason, I wasn't myself that day. It's been 15 years since we've spoken, but I'm glad we did.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Number 78
To my friend studying in the University of Michigan,
I still love you. I still think of you.
I want things to work out. I really do.
You are not that far away.
Just 145 miles they say.
I'm not afraid. I really am not.
It's just I'm giving a little more thought.
After that heart-to-heart talk,
and late night walk.
You been acting strangely, melodically,
Ever so sweetly to me.
Please just wait out a little more.
Then we won't be like before.
Closer than your favourite TV show,
I will one day dance with you in snow.
I want you back, back home when it rains.
Where we can sleep away our pains.
I want to hold that song for you.
Under the rain seeing, kissing you.
I remember stealing an embrace.
Oh what a look on your face.
Stand with me under a mistletoe,
and we'll see how it goes.
Follow me to paradise one day,
that's all I've got to say.
I can go on, a million more,
only to have my heart barely spoken for.
Singing the song like we use to,
All I want for Christmas is definitely you.
From your once Far-away Friend and Long-lost Lover
Kenneth.
P.S. please write me back
I still love you. I still think of you.
I want things to work out. I really do.
You are not that far away.
Just 145 miles they say.
I'm not afraid. I really am not.
It's just I'm giving a little more thought.
After that heart-to-heart talk,
and late night walk.
You been acting strangely, melodically,
Ever so sweetly to me.
Please just wait out a little more.
Then we won't be like before.
Closer than your favourite TV show,
I will one day dance with you in snow.
I want you back, back home when it rains.
Where we can sleep away our pains.
I want to hold that song for you.
Under the rain seeing, kissing you.
I remember stealing an embrace.
Oh what a look on your face.
Stand with me under a mistletoe,
and we'll see how it goes.
Follow me to paradise one day,
that's all I've got to say.
I can go on, a million more,
only to have my heart barely spoken for.
Singing the song like we use to,
All I want for Christmas is definitely you.
From your once Far-away Friend and Long-lost Lover
Kenneth.
P.S. please write me back
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
A weird, unpleasant and unforgettable dream
There we were. 4 princes were in the woods. There was Shawn, Ethan (But we call him Loo, or Lou), William (he likes to be called Steve [Stiff]) and me. It rained all day and we went to the watering hole in search of animals. Despite the rain, the animals all showed up. The lambs, the wolves, monkeys and all.
The 4 princes were dancing in the Summer Rain when William caught sight of 4 toads by the hill nearby. He signaled for us to take a hike. There we joined the 4 toads. There was one toad, smiling retarded-ly, moving its petite body not so in-sync with the sounds of the jungle, but she smiled alot. William went ahead of us and chatted them up while the rest of us were doing the Boogie. I couldn't help but notice that one toad kept looking and smiling at me. Being polite I smiled back.
Next thing I know, the toad climbed unto my shoulders and shouted "Lena" or "Linna", I couldn't hear very well, with the jungle noises around. I guess it was trying to tell me its name. So I introduced myself. And I couldn't help but notice that whiny bitchy "nanny" voice of the toad. I thought to myself "God! that's annoying" The other toads were rather lazy, they were a little chunky as well. One of them was up on a wall hopping around, one was sticking around and the last one disappeared alot.
Turns out, Lena isn't from around the jungle. She's from a nearby tribe, and she visits the watering hole every so often. And she also told me she worked at "Nature's Farm" I didn't know what she did, honestly I didn't care. Her wet toad-ish feet had sticky suckers and it clung on to me. William was getting pissed. He wanted the toad, so thinking "friends before h*es", I backed off a little and Lena jumped onto William but within minutes she jumped right back on me.
She held my hand, went around my waist. Looked at me silly and smiled that rather annoying retarded smile. She thinks I'm hers to keep. She couldn't speak human very well, and I couldn't speak toad very well either, but we get by. She laid on my bosom, rested her hand in mine. Soon it was time to go. It was almost four, and I guess Lena has to return to her tribe. We hugged and gave goodbye kisses on cheeks, no lips no tongue, just the way I like it. Felt weird kissing a toad. But for some reason I thought she'd turn into a princess, but it was a mere thought. She left the watering hole.
The 4 princes took a slow hike down to a nearby hill and we went crazy. We found a Square Room, and did the Boogie. Then we saw a group of 9 birds flocking together. Must be fun! So we tried to join in. But we didn't speak bird very well, so they flew away. We noticed one fairy all by herself, laughing at Shawn as we made an ass of ourselves trying to Go West.
The fairy didn't do much, just looked at us. So I decided to do the Twist with her. I held her hands and shook asses. Fun. Wendy was her name, but she wasn't very intelligent. The princes danced beside her near the watering hole till the sun came up. The sun rose as Every Breath We Made became fresher. That was our cue to leave the watering to find our blue carriage to bring us back to our castle.
Weird little dream.
Talking in Riddles and Innuendos makes Writing all the more Fun. Go Figure.
Anyways, I recently realized the toad kinda resembles Rachel Dratch from SNL
The 4 princes were dancing in the Summer Rain when William caught sight of 4 toads by the hill nearby. He signaled for us to take a hike. There we joined the 4 toads. There was one toad, smiling retarded-ly, moving its petite body not so in-sync with the sounds of the jungle, but she smiled alot. William went ahead of us and chatted them up while the rest of us were doing the Boogie. I couldn't help but notice that one toad kept looking and smiling at me. Being polite I smiled back.
Next thing I know, the toad climbed unto my shoulders and shouted "Lena" or "Linna", I couldn't hear very well, with the jungle noises around. I guess it was trying to tell me its name. So I introduced myself. And I couldn't help but notice that whiny bitchy "nanny" voice of the toad. I thought to myself "God! that's annoying" The other toads were rather lazy, they were a little chunky as well. One of them was up on a wall hopping around, one was sticking around and the last one disappeared alot.
Turns out, Lena isn't from around the jungle. She's from a nearby tribe, and she visits the watering hole every so often. And she also told me she worked at "Nature's Farm" I didn't know what she did, honestly I didn't care. Her wet toad-ish feet had sticky suckers and it clung on to me. William was getting pissed. He wanted the toad, so thinking "friends before h*es", I backed off a little and Lena jumped onto William but within minutes she jumped right back on me.
She held my hand, went around my waist. Looked at me silly and smiled that rather annoying retarded smile. She thinks I'm hers to keep. She couldn't speak human very well, and I couldn't speak toad very well either, but we get by. She laid on my bosom, rested her hand in mine. Soon it was time to go. It was almost four, and I guess Lena has to return to her tribe. We hugged and gave goodbye kisses on cheeks, no lips no tongue, just the way I like it. Felt weird kissing a toad. But for some reason I thought she'd turn into a princess, but it was a mere thought. She left the watering hole.
The 4 princes took a slow hike down to a nearby hill and we went crazy. We found a Square Room, and did the Boogie. Then we saw a group of 9 birds flocking together. Must be fun! So we tried to join in. But we didn't speak bird very well, so they flew away. We noticed one fairy all by herself, laughing at Shawn as we made an ass of ourselves trying to Go West.
The fairy didn't do much, just looked at us. So I decided to do the Twist with her. I held her hands and shook asses. Fun. Wendy was her name, but she wasn't very intelligent. The princes danced beside her near the watering hole till the sun came up. The sun rose as Every Breath We Made became fresher. That was our cue to leave the watering to find our blue carriage to bring us back to our castle.
Weird little dream.
Talking in Riddles and Innuendos makes Writing all the more Fun. Go Figure.
Anyways, I recently realized the toad kinda resembles Rachel Dratch from SNL
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Job / Girl Search. It's all the same.
So some of you might have heard I've found a job. Amidst all the searching, I've found an uncanny similarity between the search for a job and a mate. It's just my own observation, so don't quote me on your essay papers. You might screw the paper up.
1. the search
There's an old saying. There's many fishes in the sea. Works both ways. Look at the newspaper today, there's aplenty of jobs (girls) everywhere. But not all suit you. Everyone has someone or a "type" in mind. The goody-two-shoes, angelic saint, naughty-but-nice, wildwildwild, intelligent, outgoing, athletic, the list goes on to management, sales, retail, media, teaching, government, military, politics. laa dee daa.
2. the fling
Depending on time, sometimes people just want to look a fling (temp), no string attached (no contract). While others are ready to settle down for a career (potential wife). Sometimes people moonlight with other freelancing jobs (affair). And some even need several to stay alive.
3. the headhunters
So after spending money on college, books and seminars (contact lenses, clothes and hair gel) to groom yourself with skills and knowledge, you finally graduate and start your search for the perfect one. Some guys, as they say, have all the luck. Others don't. Some better looking with higher GPAs are snapped up as quickly as they reach puberty. So too the ladies hunt them down, and mulit-national companies (MNC) lasso them in. The average looking and the not so talented ones sends out at least a dozen resumes, attend several interviews (dates) with several companies (women), and is probably still waiting a reply from the companies at home with their mommy. The dropouts (fugly people) are pretty much useless in this area. Unless of course they have special talents or skills that are specialized and needed by some fields of work (freaks).
4. the interview
I like to see it as the first date, first impression. If you messed up, you can start sing, "na na na na Hey hey hey Goodbyeee" So you put on your Sunday's best, "no jeans" they say. "Put on a tie" You get there 30min earlier. You bring along your credentials (flowers) to make you look good. You carry snazzy accessories (perfume, hair gel, snake-skinned bag) to show you have class and style. You walk with confidence. Big smile. Ever so polite with "please" and "thank you"s. You pulled out the chair, offered to pay, offered to give her a ride home. She looks at you and smiles, you look outside and you see a queue of people waiting in line. You pray that you don't see a friend behind.
5. the contract
So after several meetings, lunches and tests. They've finally agreed. You're on top of the world. She sits down with you and draws out a contract. It states your position: Creative Assistant (boyfriend) your working hours (times of the day to call and report), your salary (benefits). And you sign on the dotted line.
6. the work
So, if that's the type you were looking for, you'll probably have the time of your life. If NOT, you're dreading each day and complaining it to your friends over dinner. Oh wait you can't, she's having dinner with you. Some days just drags on. You stay up all night, sometimes you bring work home. Sometimes you call in sick just to skip work. You asks for a day off, and you get THE look. It states in the contract a minimum of 44 hours work week, but the key word in that statement is MINIMUM.
7. the promotion
So after working so hard. You get a promotion. From Creative Assistant to Creative Executive. Yeah, you can do more things now, more responsibilities. You probably attend more meetings at the office with the board of directors (her parents). And you probably get to move up bases when the umpire isn't looking.
8. the rival companies
After watching you promote and clinching so many deals, the other companies are starting to take notice. They send out headhunters at you. And other women notice you dress better, only because you can, and give you their phone numbers. They send you secret messages to butter you up, and inform you of the benefits of joining them. These companies are usually bigger companies, reputed for its underhand (back-stabbing) methods. You are tempted. Should you jump ship for the better benefits? Or do you stay loyal?
9. the "you are fired" (due to copyright issues I can't use the famous line)
You messed up. Caused the company to lose millions of dollars because you forgot its anniversary. The board of directors gives THAT face. Sometimes, the rival company (see pt.8) presents you an offer you can't resist. You want to initiate the resignation. So you either stop coming to work altogether (cold treatment) or you try to explain your case, that it really isn't her fault. You give back the company's christmas gift and you pack your table. Or you're just sick and bored of the work and people at the office. You want a change of scenery, a new challenge.
What do you do?
You start back at 1
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Poem 3
There I went,
far and long I didn't complain.
just seeing you made me sane.
missing you life'd be jane.
From the bottom of my heart I really do.
went to his house and see crazy atas man.
spoke of dreams and future plans.
waited long enough, or shall I wait till the end.
Romance you I shan't
Deserving you I doubt.
Missing you I do.
Surely, I do heart you
far and long I didn't complain.
just seeing you made me sane.
missing you life'd be jane.
From the bottom of my heart I really do.
went to his house and see crazy atas man.
spoke of dreams and future plans.
waited long enough, or shall I wait till the end.
Romance you I shan't
Deserving you I doubt.
Missing you I do.
Surely, I do heart you
Friday, August 31, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Man
Absurd.
32 perfections and you become a goddess? Based on colour of skin?
How blind man can get. She just sits on a throne and plays on her toy cellphone. As a goddess shouldn't she be out there ;
-saving lives?
-saving the Earth from a near climate change?
-saving the Earth from social unrest?
-finding Bin Laden?
-making all ugly people beautiful?
-stopping all the damn bombings?
-helping Alex find his guitar?
If you were a god/goddess, what would you do? or rather what wouldn't you do.
32 perfections and you become a goddess? Based on colour of skin?
How blind man can get. She just sits on a throne and plays on her toy cellphone. As a goddess shouldn't she be out there ;
-saving lives?
-saving the Earth from a near climate change?
-saving the Earth from social unrest?
-finding Bin Laden?
-making all ugly people beautiful?
-stopping all the damn bombings?
-helping Alex find his guitar?
If you were a god/goddess, what would you do? or rather what wouldn't you do.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Flaming Email
To the DV Triathlon Organising Commitee,
I am from Cruiser Team (Group10) and I would like to congratulate on the completion of the Canon DV Triathlon. I applaud your efforts in making this competition a success. It was very encouraging to see local film makers and their works. Your technical support staff knowledge assisted us during the most crucial times of the day. The time limit was a challenging hurdle as we witness many teams not being able to complete their works on time.
However, I would like to address certain issues that my team has. The team and I were very upset during the screening portion of the competition. Honestly, upset would be an understatement. As we sat in the room from 8.30pm till 10pm, we did not see our work being screened. There were about 30-34 teams that day, each took about 3minutes, maybe less. If you do the math, that 1.5 hours would be enough to screen all the works. I would like an explanation why you chose not to screen the remaining works. We sat there anticipating to see our film, to see the audience reaction to our work, but it never came. However we did see a repeated screening of teams "tcube" and "dotz". Your actions or rather the lack thereof, has puzzled and upset us in many ways.
I am still questioning the many possibilties of what might have happened. Were we disqualified? The film made was not controversial, it has all the elements. Our team registered early, went to all the seminars, submitted our finished product at about 7.15pm, left for dinner while there were still many teams in the room still editing. We "shared" to our desktop, transferred to your portable hard drive. We did everything right. I'd like to state that the issue here is not about winning or losing. But the simple courtesy of screening of our works, as promised. I am greatly disheartened as a film maker to not be able to see my work screened, and worse not being to feel the audience reaction to the film. Art is subjective, and as film makers, our work was meant for the audience, to see their expression as they watch it. I invited friends to watch the screening, and my team mate got his parents down as well. Do you understand the gravity of your actions?
Were there other works not being shown as well? I believe that you owe them an explanation as well. Imagine what you have done, to destroy an aspiring director or future local film makers' dream. What is a film if its not shown. The least you could have done was to apologize to individual teams that were not included in the screening. Or if it was impossible to screen everyone's due to shop closure times or other reasons, we could have another screening on another day, where the judges could have taken their time to watch and appreciate all the works.
I would love to join next years DV triathlon. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm in full support for the local art and film scene. I believe we have many local talents and your actions should not put down or discourage their dreams. I want to hear back from you with your explanations. If you are not able to respond to this email I wish that you would forward it to someone who can.
Your sincerely,
Local Film Enthusiast.
Kenneth
Cruiser Team.
Their reply:
I am from Cruiser Team (Group10) and I would like to congratulate on the completion of the Canon DV Triathlon. I applaud your efforts in making this competition a success. It was very encouraging to see local film makers and their works. Your technical support staff knowledge assisted us during the most crucial times of the day. The time limit was a challenging hurdle as we witness many teams not being able to complete their works on time.
However, I would like to address certain issues that my team has. The team and I were very upset during the screening portion of the competition. Honestly, upset would be an understatement. As we sat in the room from 8.30pm till 10pm, we did not see our work being screened. There were about 30-34 teams that day, each took about 3minutes, maybe less. If you do the math, that 1.5 hours would be enough to screen all the works. I would like an explanation why you chose not to screen the remaining works. We sat there anticipating to see our film, to see the audience reaction to our work, but it never came. However we did see a repeated screening of teams "tcube" and "dotz". Your actions or rather the lack thereof, has puzzled and upset us in many ways.
I am still questioning the many possibilties of what might have happened. Were we disqualified? The film made was not controversial, it has all the elements. Our team registered early, went to all the seminars, submitted our finished product at about 7.15pm, left for dinner while there were still many teams in the room still editing. We "shared" to our desktop, transferred to your portable hard drive. We did everything right. I'd like to state that the issue here is not about winning or losing. But the simple courtesy of screening of our works, as promised. I am greatly disheartened as a film maker to not be able to see my work screened, and worse not being to feel the audience reaction to the film. Art is subjective, and as film makers, our work was meant for the audience, to see their expression as they watch it. I invited friends to watch the screening, and my team mate got his parents down as well. Do you understand the gravity of your actions?
Were there other works not being shown as well? I believe that you owe them an explanation as well. Imagine what you have done, to destroy an aspiring director or future local film makers' dream. What is a film if its not shown. The least you could have done was to apologize to individual teams that were not included in the screening. Or if it was impossible to screen everyone's due to shop closure times or other reasons, we could have another screening on another day, where the judges could have taken their time to watch and appreciate all the works.
I would love to join next years DV triathlon. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm in full support for the local art and film scene. I believe we have many local talents and your actions should not put down or discourage their dreams. I want to hear back from you with your explanations. If you are not able to respond to this email I wish that you would forward it to someone who can.
Your sincerely,
Local Film Enthusiast.
Kenneth
Cruiser Team.
Their reply:
Hi Kenneth,
Firstly, thank you very much for entering the inaugural Digital
Life-Canon
DV Triathlon. The response from the public as well as the quality of
clips
were much better than expected and we must credit it to your team and
the
rest of 30 odd teams who took part.
Let me clarify a little on the happenings of the competition's final
few
hours. The contest was supposed to end at 7.25pm (as per emcee Billy's
announcement) and the iShop crew was to go around saving everyone's
work on
the portable hard drive. This process took longer than expected as some
teams who edited till the final minute at 7.25pm needed more time
beyond
that to save their clips. There were 3 men going around saving the
clips in
3 different hard drives.
The clips were then transferred from the hard drives to a iMac located
in a
private screening room (its actually at the left side of the screening
lounge) where the judges viewed ALL the submitted works.
Only when the clips were transferred over for judging, then did the
iShop
crew bring the hard drives over to the screening lounge, for the clips
to
be downloaded to the iMac for public screening. Thus by the time we
started
the public screening, it was already about 8.25pm, instead of earlier
planned 8pm.
Each clip being about 3 mins, we can only screen an estimated 20 clips
for
an an hour from 8.25 to about 9.30, when the results were announced.
The movies that were shownn ran by alphabetical order
[weird cos my team name was Cruiser and the movie title was Armoogeddon],
with no repeat of movies. The winning teams' works were screened for the presentation of
prizes and it was a mere coincidence that they have been shown earlier
in
the general screening.
We must apologise for not screening all submitted entries and I can
definitely comprehend the disappointment that you and your team felt.
There
should have been better time management and tightening of technical
issues,
which we will work towards improving in the contests ahead.
Meanwhile, you will be pleased to know that all submitted entries will
be
uploaded on Asiaone.com for a fortnight for a "viewer's favourite"
contest
-
http://digital.asiaone.com.sg/news/20070513_001.html.
The clips should be uploaded by tom. Check it out then.
Once again, thank you for your team's support for DV Triathlon 2007. We
hope for your understanding of things lacking in the event on sat and
look
forward to your continual support.
Regards
Vivien Goh
Assistant Marketing Manager
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Untitled
This romeo is bleeding, but you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings that this old dog kicked up
It's been raining since you left me, now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter, but without you I give up
Now I can't sing a love song like the way it's meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore, but baby, that's just me
I will love you baby always and I'll be there forever and a day
I'll be there till the stars don't shine till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind and I'll love you always
How you're pictures that you left behind are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry, one that made you have to say goodbye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair,
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear
I'll wish I was him `cause those words are mine to say to you till the end of time
If you told me to cry for you I could
If you told me to die for you I would
Take a look at my face, there's no price I won't pay to say these words to you
Well, there ain't no luck in these loaded diceBut baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams and our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines
I'll be there till the stars don't shine, till the heavens burst and the words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you always
Friday, April 06, 2007
My Numero
Ok, Its been a month since I last blogged.
Here goes.
I just saw the movie number23 and I thought, "Hey, maybe I'll find number 23!" So off to the search for my number.
Total :11+5+14+14+5+20+8+5+21+23+5+9+13+9+14
= 176
= 1 + 7 + 6
= 14
I'm living in a flat, block number 270 : 2 X 7 = 14
First girlfriend : Age 14
Start of a new obsession. "The Number 14". Coming to theaters near you.
Name of Secondary (High) School : Ngee Ann Secondary School
Ngee Ann : 13 + 7 + 5 + 5 + 1 + 14 + 14 = 59
= 5 + 9
= 14
Here goes.
I just saw the movie number23 and I thought, "Hey, maybe I'll find number 23!" So off to the search for my number.
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
If you added my name
= 77
= 7 + 7
= 14
You take the first name : Kenneth
(add all the values) = 11+5+14+14+5+20+8
= 77
= 7 + 7
= 14
It gets freakier
Take my name and add the values : Kenneth Eu Wei Min
Add 23+5+9 Wei
Add 13+9+14 Min1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
If you added my name
Eu Wei Min, Kenneth
5,21 23,5,9 13,9,14 11,5,14,14,5,20,8
(add all the digits) = 5+2+1+2+3+5+9+1+3+9+1+4+1+1+5+1+4+1+4+5+2+0+8= 77
= 7 + 7
= 14
You take the first name : Kenneth
(add all the values) = 11+5+14+14+5+20+8
= 77
= 7 + 7
= 14
It gets freakier
Take my name and add the values : Kenneth Eu Wei Min
11+5+14+14+5+20+8 Kenneth
Add 5+21 Eu Add 23+5+9 Wei
Total :11+5+14+14+5+20+8+5+21+23+5+9+13+9+14
= 176
= 1 + 7 + 6
= 14
I'm living in a flat, block number 270 : 2 X 7 = 14
First girlfriend : Age 14
Start of a new obsession. "The Number 14". Coming to theaters near you.
Name of Secondary (High) School : Ngee Ann Secondary School
Ngee Ann : 13 + 7 + 5 + 5 + 1 + 14 + 14 = 59
= 5 + 9
= 14
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Untitled
Let me feel your fingers in mine.
As we stare into space and time.
Lean your head on my shoulder, my lap.
Elbows touching, sharing the same arm of chair.
Can't help but look at you, even though I paid for the movie.
Let me run my fingers through your hair.
You didn't notice me staring.
Almost stopped breathing.
You had me believing.
Vibe was good.
Maybe I read it too deep.
Still, I can't wait to see you, every day, every week.
Blessed are the meek.
But you wanted riches and bills.
You're not that down-to-earth.
What more can I expect from a girl.
Let me caress your skin.
Hold you by the waist and sway.
Sway to the music, jazz.
My God, she's beautiful.
I can't ask for more.
Can she be the one for me?
Head leaning on mine.
Everyone turns to stare.
Let them glare.
Love is in the air.
Elope, shall we?
As we stare into space and time.
Lean your head on my shoulder, my lap.
Elbows touching, sharing the same arm of chair.
Can't help but look at you, even though I paid for the movie.
Let me run my fingers through your hair.
You didn't notice me staring.
Almost stopped breathing.
You had me believing.
Vibe was good.
Maybe I read it too deep.
Still, I can't wait to see you, every day, every week.
Blessed are the meek.
But you wanted riches and bills.
You're not that down-to-earth.
What more can I expect from a girl.
Let me caress your skin.
Hold you by the waist and sway.
Sway to the music, jazz.
My God, she's beautiful.
I can't ask for more.
Can she be the one for me?
Head leaning on mine.
Everyone turns to stare.
Let them glare.
Love is in the air.
Elope, shall we?
Friday, January 26, 2007
You
I Love :
traveling half way across the island just to see you for half an hour to buy tickets for the show.
traveling half way across the island just to see you play for half an hour then half way back to work.
You looking at me when I play it wrong.
how my inbox is filled with your messages, I keep everyone of 'em.
waiting for your sms-es every night.
waiting for your replies.
thinking about you and about this blog post the whole day.
thinking of crazy things to do with you, like salsa dancing.
how you look when you fall sick, no makeup, so perfect.
how you're down-to-earth, who enjoys cup noodles on valentines.
how your house and mine are pretty close, so I can always give you rides.
you sitting on the passenger side, unbuckled, so dangerous.
you sitting on the passenger side, commenting on my music, so agreeable, so truthful.
how you're always on my side.
you eating in my car.
waiting up every night just to see you come online.
waiting up every night just to talk to you online.
you ending every sms with a smiley.
you laughing in every sms, "haha"
you agreeing with me.
how you hate school.
you waiting for me being late at every single date.
how you would recommend me chick flicks to watch.
you thinking I'm good.
us sitting at McDonalds hearing live bands.
us gossiping.
us talking about the past.
us talking about the future.
people talking about us.
people still talking about us.
the church's tendenacy to in-breed.
trying to remember every movie we watched together.
how's there's graffiti on the wall at my house which says "ken -hearts- "insert name here", which isn't even done by me
you gently rejecting me.
traveling half way across the island just to see you for half an hour to buy tickets for the show.
traveling half way across the island just to see you play for half an hour then half way back to work.
You looking at me when I play it wrong.
how my inbox is filled with your messages, I keep everyone of 'em.
waiting for your sms-es every night.
waiting for your replies.
thinking about you and about this blog post the whole day.
thinking of crazy things to do with you, like salsa dancing.
how you look when you fall sick, no makeup, so perfect.
how you're down-to-earth, who enjoys cup noodles on valentines.
how your house and mine are pretty close, so I can always give you rides.
you sitting on the passenger side, unbuckled, so dangerous.
you sitting on the passenger side, commenting on my music, so agreeable, so truthful.
how you're always on my side.
you eating in my car.
waiting up every night just to see you come online.
waiting up every night just to talk to you online.
you ending every sms with a smiley.
you laughing in every sms, "haha"
you agreeing with me.
how you hate school.
you waiting for me being late at every single date.
how you would recommend me chick flicks to watch.
you thinking I'm good.
us sitting at McDonalds hearing live bands.
us gossiping.
us talking about the past.
us talking about the future.
people talking about us.
people still talking about us.
the church's tendenacy to in-breed.
trying to remember every movie we watched together.
how's there's graffiti on the wall at my house which says "ken -hearts- "insert name here", which isn't even done by me
you gently rejecting me.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
On what grinds my gears.
I've always wanted to do this post. After watching that video and reading "Roy's" blog. But I guess I wouldn't after all. Fear "Roy" might think I'm out to rip him off, what's next? My version of Matrix? It's really funny how I met Roy, that's not even his real name. He's "almost" like my Tyler Durden. "Almost" psyched me up to get a tatoo, "almost" got a ear hole, "almost" picked up smoking, "almost" got be addicted to drinking. "almost" made me the ultimate bad-boy. What you gonna do when we come for you?
Everyone needs a lil' Roy in you. Don't you think? He's not bad influence, but he challenges you. Challenges you to do the unexpected, to throw a screwball, to sneak food into cinemas, to eat with a knife on your left. To stand up for what is wrong, or right for that matter. To love what you hate, to be what you hate. I am grateful for Roy, he's been there for some of my "firsts", thankfully not all. Hope this doesn't sound too gay.
To love what you hate, to be what you hate. Doesn't that sound like a rebellious teenager? That phrase would make as much sense to you as Force 188. Nothing. But hear me out.
Not too long ago, Roy and me became good friends. He told me stuff, I told him stuff. There's thing he told me about this other guy, who's being a real jerk to this other girl. And Roy freakin' hates him. And we're all talking, discussing how we should torture people like that. Then Roy became someone he hated. Then I remember how Roy would disapprove of his buddy's smoking habits. Suddenly he's smoking, literally.
Now I personally hate smoking too. I detest smokers. But now I'm hanging around them, breathing in second hand smoke. Does that count? I hate being told what to do, especially by my parents. But when I work, I tell people what to do the entire time. I use to hate cursing, cusses, my relationship ended because she cussed too much. Now I curse all the time! Not in front of family though, but around my friends, I think I do it a little too much.
Am I becoming something I hate? Becoming hypocritical? I hate how my parents talk to their parents, and recently I argued back at them. I hate how my parents talk to us. Now, would I become something like them in the future? All these mambo jumbo is not coincidence I don't think.
So if this is true. If you'll love what you hate, and be what what you hate, shouldn't you hate the "right" things? So eventually you'll just fall in love with it?
Honestly, what I just wrote is all bulls**t. I don't understood what I just wrote. Cos I know, about a year down the road when i read back all my archive posts, I would just laugh at myself for being such a rebellious prick. Its like I can see the future.
Everyone needs a lil' Roy in you. Don't you think? He's not bad influence, but he challenges you. Challenges you to do the unexpected, to throw a screwball, to sneak food into cinemas, to eat with a knife on your left. To stand up for what is wrong, or right for that matter. To love what you hate, to be what you hate. I am grateful for Roy, he's been there for some of my "firsts", thankfully not all. Hope this doesn't sound too gay.
To love what you hate, to be what you hate. Doesn't that sound like a rebellious teenager? That phrase would make as much sense to you as Force 188. Nothing. But hear me out.
Not too long ago, Roy and me became good friends. He told me stuff, I told him stuff. There's thing he told me about this other guy, who's being a real jerk to this other girl. And Roy freakin' hates him. And we're all talking, discussing how we should torture people like that. Then Roy became someone he hated. Then I remember how Roy would disapprove of his buddy's smoking habits. Suddenly he's smoking, literally.
Now I personally hate smoking too. I detest smokers. But now I'm hanging around them, breathing in second hand smoke. Does that count? I hate being told what to do, especially by my parents. But when I work, I tell people what to do the entire time. I use to hate cursing, cusses, my relationship ended because she cussed too much. Now I curse all the time! Not in front of family though, but around my friends, I think I do it a little too much.
Am I becoming something I hate? Becoming hypocritical? I hate how my parents talk to their parents, and recently I argued back at them. I hate how my parents talk to us. Now, would I become something like them in the future? All these mambo jumbo is not coincidence I don't think.
So if this is true. If you'll love what you hate, and be what what you hate, shouldn't you hate the "right" things? So eventually you'll just fall in love with it?
Honestly, what I just wrote is all bulls**t. I don't understood what I just wrote. Cos I know, about a year down the road when i read back all my archive posts, I would just laugh at myself for being such a rebellious prick. Its like I can see the future.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
After 10 years
The little boy stands at the edge of the pool. His right trailing leg is shaking with full of anxiety. He looks up and see the lovely little girl in the middle of the pool. She is playing with her other girl friends, maybe she's been noticing him, maybe not.
"Do it, Do it" the chants around the boy gets louder. It resounds and reverberates through the walls of his ears. Suddenly the world caves in. He looks around. He sees his friends behind him cheering him on. Some had the intent in their eyes to just push him into the water. He looks over into the pool, is she looking this way, he asks himself.
He rocked back and forth. Left foot, right foot. He swings his arms back, as far as he could. And catapult himself high into the air. The skinny, tiny frame of his goes airborne.
Just before his eminent entry into the water. He had to do it. Maybe it was a truth-or-dare game. Maybe it was real. Maybe he's just so spontaneous. Or maybe he's just stupid. But he had to do it. As he is flying through the chlorine filled air, he reached the peak of his jump, and yelled "I love you, mblupblurppp" The little boy drank a mouthful of chlorine juice.
He stood up, coughing trying to gain his composure and breath. He hears laughter, giggles. Little boy looks behind and his guy friends are all laughing hysterically. Something Johnny Knoxville would do if he saw Bam got squashed in the nuts. YEs, he has finally did it. Little boy thrusts his pokky-thin arms in the air with fist clenched in victory. He joins them with a little chuckle.
He notices the soft giggling just ahead of him. It was the girls. Immediately little boy kept his arms and dived underwater. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Embarrassed, he wanted to stay under for the rest of the day.
What have I done says the little boy. Now she's never talking to me. What if her parents found out? and her dad comes looking for me?
He stayed under for what seemed forever. After ten years, the not-so-little boy can look back and laugh at what he's done. What's even better, after ten years, THEY laughed together.
"Do it, Do it" the chants around the boy gets louder. It resounds and reverberates through the walls of his ears. Suddenly the world caves in. He looks around. He sees his friends behind him cheering him on. Some had the intent in their eyes to just push him into the water. He looks over into the pool, is she looking this way, he asks himself.
He rocked back and forth. Left foot, right foot. He swings his arms back, as far as he could. And catapult himself high into the air. The skinny, tiny frame of his goes airborne.
Just before his eminent entry into the water. He had to do it. Maybe it was a truth-or-dare game. Maybe it was real. Maybe he's just so spontaneous. Or maybe he's just stupid. But he had to do it. As he is flying through the chlorine filled air, he reached the peak of his jump, and yelled "I love you, mblupblurppp" The little boy drank a mouthful of chlorine juice.
He stood up, coughing trying to gain his composure and breath. He hears laughter, giggles. Little boy looks behind and his guy friends are all laughing hysterically. Something Johnny Knoxville would do if he saw Bam got squashed in the nuts. YEs, he has finally did it. Little boy thrusts his pokky-thin arms in the air with fist clenched in victory. He joins them with a little chuckle.
He notices the soft giggling just ahead of him. It was the girls. Immediately little boy kept his arms and dived underwater. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Embarrassed, he wanted to stay under for the rest of the day.
What have I done says the little boy. Now she's never talking to me. What if her parents found out? and her dad comes looking for me?
He stayed under for what seemed forever. After ten years, the not-so-little boy can look back and laugh at what he's done. What's even better, after ten years, THEY laughed together.
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