Wednesday, September 02, 2009 been busy. hk trip. thursday evenings. final collection. photoshoots. did a lot of insane things that i will never try again- touching down only a mere 5 hrs before running a half marathon with two and a half hours of sleep. organizing a outdoor shoot with 12 outfits without proper plan. and bad luck had dawned on me the last weekend. at a fucking right timing. firstly, i lost my phone on the cab on the way up to old school on saturday before the shoot. realized within 15 mins, skip the details and the conclusion is i lost it with all my contacts. damn. which is very smart cause the next day i've another photoshoot that i need to contact more people. one thing lead to another, the next day shoot is at punggol beach and the weather is freaking prefect when we reach, but after the models are done with their hair and makeup, it pours. non stop, and its just right after. okay, skipping all the grandmother fucking suay detailed story (with me enduring a one hour ritual with bloody chanting by people that are sandwiching me at a pathetic shelter), the shoot when smoothly with great shots and all. ok, if you think that i'm bloody suay enough. the next day, when i was telling rachel my bad weekend and drinking that fucking can of soy bean from the vending machine during break, the damn last mouthful, i felt something, i split it out and it was a, worm. !@##$%^**$%^$##@ -------------------- somehow. it kindda dawn on me how i'll be alone. i need someone who can be wowed by Duchamp's readymades and its word games with me i need someone who can appreciate and listen to John Cage's 4'33'' with me i need someone who can and would love to watch hundreds of time of ChungKing express/In the Mood for Love with me i need someone who could discuss Freud's discovery and compare it to Proust work with me i need someone who can read TS Eliot's poetry to me just to make me happy i need someone who can spend 2 hours every night experiencing Tan Dun's music with me i need someone who can go gaga over works of Margiela/Rei Kawakubo/Yohji Yamamoto with me i need someone who can (truly)understand what i call the smell of paper in good quality books and magazine i need someone who can spend hours looking at Man Ray/Diane Arbus/August Sander/Nobuyoshi Araki's photography with me i need someone who can recites tons of chinese classical poetries together with me i need someone who can accompany me for some 10 miles run every weekend i need someone who i could tear in front of while watching Schindler's List i need someone who share the same wild thoughts of traveling to North Korea some day i need someone who adores Karl Marx and Derrida as i am i need someone who can come and watch Satantango(a 7.5hr film) this coming 27th at the National Museum with me. i know its even more difficult to find this someone to a diamond on the floor. lol the best solution is probably to clone myself. {11:02:00 pm}
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