Draining Days

Psst!


Wanna know how our auditions went?






We can't tell you yet...



It's been extended to 3rd March 2007! Till then!

Flutter-By

"Did you see it?"

FLUTTER-BY

"Like a pebble skipping on a lake,
Like a burst of cherry in a pie.
Like a girl whose hand fits into mine,
The night my heart went a flutter-by."

Aging Scattered-ly

Sigh. If I could only blog like before and pen my thoughts like before.

Here I am, sitting (not front of my own laptop) and typing away with many thoughts abound but lacking the motivation to type.

What am I doing instead? I'm clearing my email. The lazy ass that I am. Tons of email which I never delete. Bleah. And now, they've amounted to a mountain's high worth.

Anyways, all that aside.


It's been close to a month and a half since I became an adult.
How does it feel?

Not much different actually, only with a slightly heavier shoulder.
Mainly due to this thing called Responsibility.

"He needs to smile more," said Siti yesterday while I was within hearing distance.

Sometimes, I don't even realize there's a frown or a serious appearance on my face.
Do I blame it all on turning older? That I've grown grumpier? Beats me.

I thought I'm only "serious" when it boils down to work. Like during trainings. Gosh. I need to let go during trainings. Instead, I get all pent up and irritated by the perennial late coming and not-sms-ing-to-tell-you-coming-anot.

Doing what I love isn't exactly an easy task. A lot of things to manage, a lot of feelings to comfort. But doesn't hold me back from loving it.

Golly gees. If only you know what runs through me when I'm writing that piece of dialogue or when I'm feeling the character or even the joy in knowing someone somehow has heard of us.


See, I need to write like this more. My thoughts are all scattered. They're not as structured. All over the place. See. I'm repeating what I just said. Scattered and all over the place, they're the same friggin' thing.

Stop.

On the contrary, I'm fine, thank you.

Survival is Key

Fudge!

What in the world is wrong with Blogger! Can't do spacing?!


In any case, I survived 7 days in the wilderness.

And as a gift for my survival, Allah has blessed me with more projects!

Everybody say yay now!


But you know what...

That means....

With immediate effect...

I'm back in the rehearsal studio! Woohoo!

Goin' Outfield!

Look at that face.

Pretty much not well-rested despite a few hours of off that has been given today.

On the morning of 3rd Feb, I'll be embarking on something I've not done since last August. I'll be going outfield bebeh!

And what makes it interesting is that despite my condition, my superior still wants to bring me. Let's pray for his benefit that nothing happens to me.

In any case, I'll be gone for 7 days. That's even longer than what I've been through in Tekong. And mind you, the exercise which I'm a part of, is the first in 10 years. Can you believe it? 10 friggin' years and the whole bunch of us just have to be a part of it.

In any case, my mind's quite tuned to the fact I'm going to spend 6-7 nights in a jungle far away (well, not too far. They say Jalan Kayu's a few minutes away) from civilization. However, as far as the Army goes, everything's unpredictable.

Well, I'll still be contactable, you know how.

Otherwise, pray for my safety. I'll be back before you know it, hopefully having shed a few grams along the way. Hahaha.