We are where we place ourselves

Sunday, February 04, 2007

♥ Sunday, February 04, 2007

There's no other way...than to say goodbye.

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Ross, Rachel, Pheobe, Joey, Monica, Chandler and Rachel. The 7 idiosyncracies of humour, enjoyment, fun, sadness and most essentially, love that grabbed my attention in '06.

And now, 10 seasons, thats almost 10*24= 240 episodes, and alot of money.. has ended. The wonder of this season (and FYI the only season that i ever really followed from start to end), is that the characters, and the humour- sarcasm or slapstick, are all well, real! Yes its entertainment, but i am willing to bet, that after 10 seasons, many will agree that such entertainment has become more than simply wasting away time. Would i go so far as to say it has become a part of me?

And thats done. Sadly.

mp3 player

well, thats gone as well. My fantastic companion drumming its inspiring and adrenaline-pumping tunes into me, getting my speed high and the time low. Keeping my spirits up to do the all-time-classic-sprint from serangoon cc to shell petrol kiosk, with 'How Great is Our God'!

That was really stupid of me, to just leave it there and happily walk off without it. How could I?
Just like the bicycle when i was in pri sch, jsut like the baby g and Seiko!

Marcus & Nathaniel

Down Under. Goodbye and good luck. These memories will stay etched and wondrous for the years to come, till we meet again. Whats like singing gay music under the stars? Whats like sweeping the road every morning,with only each other as support? Whats like reaching out to each other in times of 'crises'? Whats like making fun and a fool of each other?
Thats something not many will know.

Wed late nights

Ok, this is not somehting nostalgic. Its something i have really had enough of.
This clubbing thing has stopped man. 1 bad experience, i can still handle. 2, probably tolerate and see pass. but 4??

FOUR times this place feels like the epitome of superficiality. The masquerade of todays' society is in the form of mascara, figure, the correct eye-signal, the 'appropriate' dance 'manuevers'.
The starting sequence of 'Crash', has this saying 'we long for touch so much we actually have to crash into each other to feel someone'.
I believe that clubbing essentially is that. Just that they dont crash, they pay 23 dollars. The girls just go in, anyway.

Blasting, vulgar 'thumps' ( i wouldnt even attempt to call that music), has taken the place of meaningful conversations- how we attempt to know people in the past, and how we attempt to know them now, is dramatically different. I read this article in Economist, of how people in france, hold conversations that essentially reveal a person's social strata and personality. That was the 18th century. Today.. apparently simply scrutinising a person from head to heel, in the dazzle of lights and booze, with a background of noise, effectively gives a man his measure.
Imagine if say...st Augustine were to live in 21st century!
We have ministry of education, law; we have children and adult ministries in church; and we have the ministry of sound.

So yes, goodbye to that. FOR GOOD.

9 o'clock show
Although i didnt watch every episode, i still enjoyed it for what it was worth.
Yes, typical channel 8 serial, but with a very melodious soundtrack.
Think it was pretty wise directing, and for singapore, pretty darn good acting.
Using 'chasing cars' and composing 'xiang ting de hua', was very effective in drawing out emotions and enhancing the moment.
Trying desperately to get the songs tho.