film

it's been 2 weeks since watching it and i'm still unnerved... that lingering aftereffect feeling as tuan wee said it. not very many stories can do and have done that. it's scary everytime how it comes back in waves...

Plenty of "days and days and days like this" you can't help it and you wonder when it'd stop. La vie est grise et je marche clopin-clopant sans fin et une tête complètement des abeilles...

i haven't had the urge to rewatch a film in a really long time - and the last one i did featured a cerebral cannibal.

cos this one eats into you - in an entirely different way...

(no puns intended)

some things never go away...

dream / voyager

I was walking home towards my old block when I sensed something wrong with the surroundings. Very plateau like and the air carried a clear and calm but dusty sort of effect like a Cartier Bresson picture. There was nothing behind left my block. Just the limp undergrowth flowing like angel hair in mild breeze. There were no more trees. Walking on nonchalantly, I squashed onto panicky slimey leech like worms scuttling on the ground. At the front of the entrance laid a dying killer whale, slumped on its side, head facing me, painfully wheezing its last and laboured high pitched breaths of life. Violent swamps of leeches were boring in the whale. I turned right and saw another whale propped nearby, wheezing like an asthmatic elephant. The leeches were scuttling up my feet and legs. I did not jumped but merely looked on with cat like curiosity. Then I looked back at the whales for a protracted time. I gazed at the gently blowing emptiness behind my old block. I turned and blinked...

FUCKING looniest dream I had since the beginning of the year, man...

Does it have to do with the bloody activation exercise that I, in my usual misfortunate pattern, had the good chance to get pulled into most reluctantly and where I, with a bunch of unfortunate bleary eyed souls, have to report back to the office by 0730hrs and can only check out by 2000hrs?

Think I'll be having a whale of a time...

a million little pieces

Of course I'm not alluding to that pseudo-memoir by that liar of a writer.

(For starters, I don't think I can lie... that badly.)

More like so many blog berries in the cerebral compartment to pluck and develop yet just simply too tired and drained and beady eyed to do justice to each of them.

So tidbits will have to do till the flesh comes out of the brain freeze and gets back from the recuperating couch:

Finally, got that Jem album they been touting - intended puns galore here for the knowing music inclined...

;o]

Finally, met up with Mr Smith at the new JC premises - after 16 years! Such joy! Strange how the mind flirts with one's perspective but time flicks you back to earth, he seemed so tall back then. Mike calls him the Old Sailor - sturdy reliable and humble with a dash of mild Irish humour. Still is the same old benign paternal figure, with whiter and a lot less hair and looking very tired like Gandalf overstressed by hobbits. Sad to hear he's retiring to Oz for good come year end...

:o

Finally, bought that chocolate Raoul. Worth every single slash mark in the bank account...

:op

Finally, filed 2 months' worth of emails and correspondence piling like a waste dump on me workdesk. Well, almost but at least I can see the scratch marks on the work surface once more for now...

:o\

Finally, aborted 2 substantial and stress inducing projects which I've been losing sleep, energy and life years on in the past 2 months by order of the powers-that-be in less than 2 hours. And CNY is coming to an end tomorrow...

:o(

Finally, left the office at 7.30pm for the first time in 2 months...

:o}

Finally, everything's going to start all over again...