wasted mind, wasted thoughts

Every year when the end is near, I will tend to think about how fast time actually fly.
I remember certain people and how I came to know them.
I remember how long I've only known them but it seemed like years.
The world has offered me so much, and I have learnt a couple of lessons along the way.
This year, Christmas seemed just like another day.
The feeling is gone.
I did not go to church on Christmas eve like other years as I had to help out with a BBQ.
I slept through Christmas and woke up to entertain myself with mindless TV programmes and a short drum and bass session at mad monks.

I was so pleased to receive a card from somebody when I woke up after an endless night of drinking.
When I woke up, I found the card lying beside me in bed as my dad had placed it there.
I opened it(I was still stoning) and read it, not knowing who sent it.
When I saw the name at the end, I was so touched.
That's what made my Christmas this year.
A simple card from a special somebody. (Well, the Tsingtao had a part to play too though.)
After reading it, I wrote and wrote about what I remembered from the first time I met the sender.
The inspiration just overwhelmed me and I knew that this person is someone I must really keep and remember in my heart.

I know all this sounds kinda mushy.
I'm still rather tipsy with fatigue laced on top.
Blessed Christmas everyone and hold on to hope.
Hope is what keep us all alive, not love.

The lyrics are so beautiful, they're stuck in my head.

Lovely.

The Smiths - There is a light that never goes out

Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
And they’re young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don’t drop me home
Because it’s not my home, it’s their home
And I’m welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere,
I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought oh god, my chance has come at last
but then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn’t ask

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere
I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one, da ...
Oh, I haven’t got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Oh, there is a light and it never goes out
There is a light and it never goes out

I'm able to relax this festive season after all.

Happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Yes.
I am exhausted.
I can't believe I actually survived 21 hours of work.
From now onwards, it will be night shoots till the end.
The end meaning 28th December.
That would further mean no x'mas eve church, and no x'mas gatherings to go to.
Like what Scrooge would say, 'Humbug!'
Though I'm complaining, it's all for my own self interests, so I should stop.

Was discussing about art with a friend while at work.
Art as in all forms of art, be it paintings, music, dance, etc.
What makes art art?
From my innocent and naive point of view, art is a form of freedom expression.
It's the different ways in which a person actually tells others his love for freedom.
Like what I mentioned above, let it be art works, music, or dance.
It's all ways of expressing freedom.

Yes, I am naggy.
That's because I haven't been sleeping well these days.
I need time.
Time for,
- catching up with my friends.
- catching films I've missed (FUCK! How could I!!!!)
- driving lessons, for thy driving practical test is coming up sooooooo soon.
- playing soccer with my coolest dudes.
- spending money on CDs.
- watching all the vcds screaming for attention from the plastic bag they reside in.
- setting up 'Simon and Garfunkel' with yap. It's quite embarassing, so I shan't talk about it.
- getting inspiration to write.
- SLEEP.
- SLEEP.
- SLEEP.

I love filming, but I would love to work with nice warm crew members.
Not everything's bout the money.

IT'S A WRAP!