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Friday, May 23, 2008
 
I am just about ready to behead the next inefficient person who steps into my way.

It's official: I hate production managing.
Correction: I hate production managing with inefficient people. Singaporeans are too narrow-minded and just plain stupid sometimes. Which equals to inefficiency. When you pay peanuts, you get monkeys. When you pay a Singaporean peanuts, you get fucked over. Yah. Unless some idiot by the name of Daphne Quah does the job for free cuz she's such a doof.

Daphne Quah is........ her current mental state of mind would be..... frazzled. Yes. As frazzled as a fried fish who was skewered and fried on a spit while still alive. Yes. Sounds apt. Slightly dramatic, but apt.

No more whinging. Need to do something. It's difficult when you're in theatre. You can't go out and embark on a project on your own. You need a company, a play, a cast, a crew, a team. It's not like corporate work. So why do I feel so unsatiated? What do I want with my life?

Listening to Muse brings back memories. Bittersweet memories.
Why?
Why must something so beautiful and awesome be tainted with something so... bittersweet?

I can never listen to Muse, Dave Matthews Band, Amy Winehouse, Ben Harper, the Killers, Kate Miller-Heidke, Massive Attack's 'Mezzanine', The Kinks, New Young Pony Club and Matchbox20 without some subconscious memories etching through my being. Sad. Tis life. Time will cover the dredges. Only to be unearthed again down the line. What's the point? Might as well crash and burn. Life's a bitch and then you die.

No. I won't do this again. I've been through this.
I'm over it... right?

Someone throw me a line.... Hook, line and sinker...



'You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love

I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before'


Ah.

 

 
   
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