Shards of the storm, wedged between sanity and wisdom.

Guess there wasn’t any band practice this week, Sherms and Aydan claimed business.

Still, gots ta get my drumming groove on at home. We’ll hopefully play Jimmy Eat World’s “The Middle”. True song.

So, to start, well I’ve been sleeping at 8 in the morning and waking in the evenings on a daily basis now,  and yesterday (thursday) just as my head hit the pillow, I got a call, job available in town, rush there by 9. Haha fuuuu- it was 8 and I was just about to sleep. Oh well, so I rush to change, I’d already just showered, and cabbed to Tanah Merah, MRT to City hall, rushed to the Ritz-Carlton. So apparently my job was to be a runner for the co-ordinators of the Crystal Ball F1 Party. Haha, cool. Pay was about 10 bucks an hour. As a runner, Nat, Tim, some malay guy (Think his name was Ken) and I had to do whatever they needed us to do. Easy at times, maddening as hell at others, but all fun.

Around 9-ish out job was to move stuff and unpack. Easy stuff, and I’ve gotta say, the hotel staff guys are so, so, “weak”. Took two of them to carry a single comfy chair thing up a level, whilst complaining. pfft, Nat, Tim, Ken and I all found it pretty easy actually. We took one each.

So we spent the first part of the day setting up stuff, helping to move things, while the girls (Aza and Jill) had the super-fun and exciting job of – ironing. Haha, fun right. 280 napkins to iron.

Haha, and also, Nat lost an “oya-peya-som” thing, and had to go fecth them coffee from starbucks. He snuck me one too woo.

Then later, Tim and I got dispatched to Amoy street, to pick up carpeting from the main office, and get cash to do collections around the place. (+1 to hot french woman in the office) 

Headed back to the Ritz with the people in the truck carrying the carpets, directed them through the tunnels through the Conrad Hotel’s basement carparks. Then headed topside to find Emma (main person giving me jobs to do), drop off carpets, then rush to do the menus.

I swear traffic was a bitch. Fuckin hard to find available taxis going where I needed to go. Rushed down to Amoy street again, dropped by the office to see if there was anything that needed picking up, then rushed to the printers on nearby Gemmill street. And ordered 300 menus of the thickest paper, to find… Not enough paper! Fuuuu-. Chose 200 of the thick and 50 slightly less thick and agreed on that, headed back to the office to wait. The printers said hopefully by 5. Right, that was when I needed to get back to the hotel by. Nevermind. Waited waited, headed back to the printers. They finished at 5.

Shit. Isn’t 5 like, when alot of roads close? Fuuuuu- Alot of taxi drivers just shook their heads the moment I said “Ritz Ca-” “Nonononono” *door slams* “Huff Huff” “Ritz Ca-” “Nononono” *door slams* fuuuuuuu-

Finally found some real nice cab driver. The chatty kind as well, he was like “I’m not sure how far we can go, but we’ll try la ok, see how.” Wah lifesaver.

Managed to run back to the hotel carrying the bloody heavy set of menus. Whew reacher in time. (Emma changed it, said I could be back by 6.) Alrighty then, those were the highlights I guess, I left around 6, after hanging with the rest of the runners. They’d finished their jobs already. Wow at the hot models/grid-girls. So many haha, they were doing a photoshoot in the ballroom when I got back. One of them had a really nice angel-wing tatoo on her back. Cool as hell yo. All freckin tall. Haha Ken was like, “Eh they’re fuckin tall man” haha cuz he was kinda short.

Oh, he looked 16, or at least our age, but he was like 24. Wtf. Totally didn’t look it.

So, job well done for the day I guess. Real fun job though, would definitely love doing something like that again. Might join Fourdayweek temp. Events company.

Nat, Tim. Aza and Jill worked till 5 a.m, the next morning, till after the party. And wtf, Monique and David were hired to host the party, and you know what? they got 40 bucks an hour to do it. Cool shit. Managed to see some pit crew and MAYBE a few of the racers, but I couldn’t tell.

MRT-ed home whew. Totally pooped. 36 hours straight.

Today, I rested hahaha, dead tired. And my ankle is sore from the chair I dropped on it ):

Alright then gonna catch some shut-eye, ciao.

So I saw this on that vlog thing, and they were supposed to pick a show, a song, and a movie that desribed them.

So I’ma choose mine too.

Let’s see, for the show, I’m not too sure, because I don’t really watch a lot of tv, wow this is tough, I really can’t think of one. Uhhhhh,wow, it’s so hard, my thought chains has gone from Shows -> Movies -> Mtv -> The OC -> Bob Sinclair’s Love Generation -> How my guitar would sound if I used the capo I bought last week to play that song -> Aydan’s dad’s guitar tone and how it’s clean tone compares to mine -> His cover of John Mayer’s “Daughters” -> How sleepy I am now. Wow epic thought chain. /post

Seriously though, I can’t think of a show. I’ma just pick one that comes close. House. Yes, got it. House. Because the world lacks altruism. Same reason for my movie.

I’ma do the song first, I think I’d pick, Jimmy Eat World – The Middle

The movie I think best describes me’d be Edward Scissorhands. If you haven’t you really should see it. I like it’s surreal-ness. When you watch you it feels really delicate, like everything’s made of glass. Well, at least that’s what I feel, like just one thing could shatter it all. And in the movie, it did. That’s not why it describes me though, I think the protagonist and I have alot in common. Like ALOT. Here’s why.

He could, but he doesn’t think of hurting anyone.
Doesn’t mean to do alot of the things he does.
Finds it hard to fit in.
Tries to please everyone, and succeeds for awhile
And when he finally thinks he does he gets taken advantage of.
He’s angry, but prefers to retreat into himself.
He can’t reach out.
Retreats away from it all.
Back to his old place, full of his old friends.

I swear just watch the movie it’s beautiful. I’m watching it now. At 6 in the morning.

I want to be a Vampire. Not like any twilight bullcrap. Like real Bram Stoker kind. The ONLY kind.

Three posts in a night. Well, I was bored. And I still am. Alright the sun’s rising, time to retreat.

Oh I also watched The Neverending Story (1984) Awhile ago. Being a 90’s kid, I obviously think the visuals are really bad, but I guess considering it’s a 1984 film, it’s pretty awesome. Fantastic to say the least. Well, it’s all fantasy anyway, but too much for my taste. The book was hella awesome. Awesome-er than the movie.

I love books. Because it’s all you not some random guy thinking how everything looks for you. You make up the scenes, you make up the appearances, it’s all yours, and it’s different for everybody. Movies kill things by taking away what these people could have imaginged by themselves. Oh well. Hah, I remember this really really old game, Imagination Express. Wow. Jill and I used to love it because you could make up whole stories using the templates and drawings they had. It was an old computer game for Windows 95 or something, you made the scenes and stuff and typed in your story, with a few sound effects and songs here and there. Was fun. Epic big chunk of text right there. Alright, so I’m gonna take a reast now, like I was gonna mention earlier but got carried away with the imagination thing from the watching of The Neverending Story. Alright, Gnight people, for the last time.