Dream and Madam Choi

Somehow I still feeling pain throughout the body, it would be a lie if I told you that it has nothing to do with the Sunday class.

I also managed to wake up on time at 7:30, but the muscle pain kept my movement in semi-slowmotion style, and eventually I left home at 8:25am. Darn it, just couldn't arrive shape to workplace at 9:00 am as I did yesterday.

I had a dream last night about me dancing for a event for my teacher madam Choi, but suddenly realized that there's another event (some sort of acting I guess) right before the dance performance (and it vaguely remember that I was going to dance to a bunch of kids, or something like that). So I needed to rush to different rehearsals and juggle between the two events, and eventually I woke up in the middle of the process. Another prime example of real life stress reflected in a dream.

Personal photo call at work

As a supervisor, I found it annoying seeing my staff member keep listening to personal phone call, and found it even more annoying when personal photo call stands in it's way during a business conversation or even a formal meeting. If I have a big crew of people to manage, I will tell that in the very beginning that I prohibit such a anti-productivity behavior.

That's a different story, though, if my people doesn't have work on hand, or finished his/her work within the timeline I defined for them.

Erasure's Union Street and my tired soul

"Help me to fold this origami
for only you can turn this paper beauty.
To work along was never easy
unless you hand can hold me
and set me free."
(Written by me)


I thought it was just a one song gimmick when I started listening to Erasure's new album "Union Street". A acoustic song, I thought, was never something that I expected some the 80's pop electronic dance music group. But one song after another, Erasure continuously using their melodic song writing skill trying to prove that they can do more than some repetitive loop sequence. Weather you appreciate it or not, you just have to admit that it takes a lot of guts for a pop group to do something completely different from their well-known style. And frankly the result is pretty nice. Even though no single song particularly stand out or stuck in my memory, the album as a whole is a whole gentle and song backdrop music for you to enjoy while you are driving home bringing you tiresome body and a defeated soul from the battlefield at work.

And coincidently, I was in such a state of deeply tiresome status, both spiritually and physically.
Yes, for those who know about me, you know it's the dance class.

Well, on the bright side, my almost-shunted-down brain was recovered while I was in the minibus heading back home after the class. I don't know if it was the the two bottle of Ion Supply Drink (Pocaro Sweat), or simply the rest that helped me to recover. But, heck, what worked works.


(Nope, those two cans were not looking like that when I brought them.)

And then, unlike the previous classes which my brain was so tired because of lack of sleeping and a morning of intense drum set playing, my brain seems to able to remember of steps that the teacher commented. That's a huge improvement considered that my brain was as clean as a piece of white paper after the dance class every time I attended it while I was lack of sleeping.

And an ultra important rule: unless I quit dancing, otherwise I have to sleep like a puppy for at least 8 hours on Saturday night.

But that only solved part of my problem. I still need to figure out why I was so out of strength on Sunday night, and weather there's a solution to it.


11:06 pm. I better unpack my stuff, take a shower, have dinner, spend 20 minutes to complete the 3D animation exercise I started yesterday and pack my stuff for work tomorrow.

I just love how my busy lifestyle keep myself my depression.





"Try to keep my stream of bitter
from flooding my soul.
So much hatred that can never resolve
as far as I know.
It's just a little step
to make me stronger.
Sure, I do think so.
When I look back
it's gonna be so utterly
beautiful.
So beautiful."
(Written by me)

Little brat nephew is in hospital

My little brat nephew went to hospital 2 days ago because of high fever for quite a while. My mom attribute his slighly over the top nasty attitude of the last two week to the week (while I still believe that's just his regular little brat attitude). So now my mom and my sister-in-law needs to take turn to stay in the hospital to take of this little thing.

Yeah, parenting is a lot of work. So think twice before you have sex next time.

My dream with someone at work. No, not Brokeback.

This is freaky, but for the first time (err .... well, at least first time this year), I had a user (of my contracting service at work) showing up in my dream!

The dream was about me in Canada (I felt like it's Canada). I was in some apartment, and I felt like it was about the latter time of Chinese New Year period. My user Mr. MF Mok was visiting me and we were chit-chatting when another family (that I never knew of now that I thought about it) showed up to visit. Again the unknown-family (with no kids, just most aunts and such) with Mr. Mok and me continue chatting something no quite important.

And that's basically what the dream was about.

Yeah, pretty not cool. No action or explosion of any major drama.

On the related notes, I was more or less being a dick at work yesterday. My apology.

Short distance

The Distance of my inspiration and lack of patient is so short that any tiny obstacle along my journey of capturing my creativity can ruin any idea I came up. And like a coal soaked with rain, it's hard to start another fire once it was put off. That's why I always have my MIDI keyboard hooked up instead I need to play and record something on my PC. And that's why, it turned out, that it was such a bad idea to it yanked the 1Gb SD memory card out in order to carry more movie files for playing on my Pocket PC. There was a moment today that I wanted to use my camera to capture some beautiful color and texture mix on some common daily life objects. I yanked out the photograph and only found out that the memory card was not there. By the time I found the memory card, I already lost my excitement on capturing the moment.

This is yet another note-to-self: my next camera HAS TO BEEN FAST in response time in order to keep up with my quick impulsive mindset. Any thing less is unacceptable.

Bart kid, giving-in grandma

This just in. My mom was so fustrated and driven to a point that she literally cried.

I think mom really put too much pressure on herself. Usually she's a very efficient person, and she could do a lot of things at short amount of time. And she was trying to rush me a lunch since I told her that I was leaving at home at 1:00 pm and she was always crazy about having us having lunch at home.

There's one huge obstacle: my sick (yes, literally, which flu I guess) 4 year old nephew. Kid.

You see, even without sickness, he's such a rotten kid being a little king at home as my mom always try to REASON with him when he was totally a jerk. That's reasoning with a 4 years old doesn't work at all. So he always had his way.

So a while ago he was bitching some shit, and then my mom was ultra busy about making lunch. Oh, did I told you that my mom, just like me, has pretty low EQ sometimes?

As a result, my mom was driven to the climax. The result? My mom blastered out crying. Well it lasted about 30 seconds and thn my elder brother, the father of that little brat, finally walked out and give little brat some dicipline (just yelling though, no beat-the-living-crap-out-of-it kind of good stuff).

So my mom is clam down now. She's just like me (proabably in the genes or something), loves big emotioanl outburst and then back to normal, like nothing happened.

The moral: don't have a kid. And if you do, move to Singapore. Canning is great for kids.

Trail of my Life

Sometime I just put stuff in my blog so that they can be serachable on my Google Mail. This is my way of putting a reminder to myself, and to a certain extend it's like a memory trail of my life.

So here's on of these. Don't know me what they are. It's not meant to be understandable :-D

Wincy
Lunch
One Disc
Storm codec
Brokeback Mountain
Good.Night.And.Good.Luck
London
Rent
You Got Served
林海峰是但發花癲

That is all. Now go see more Despearte Housewives.

Obsessed with dreaming

One of the reason why I am so obsessed with sleeping is because I love dreaming a lot.

Dreaming is like spying on what your subconscious is thinking. It's like watching an interactive movie about topics and issues that you care about.

Like this dream I had a dream about me as a father trying to teacher my son to be a responsible person. The scene started with me and my son walking toward a container truck (maybe influenced by some Hong Kong news I read?) arguing something. And then I was driving this huge monster and kept worrying about my car hitting something (....), but when I arrived the port of unloading the containing, my subjective view can all the way zoom out and see myself driving the container truck from the side view. So you see it's really like I am directing a movie.

A few days ago, I had another dream which my not-so-close-but-know-him-for-a-long-time TSU Chinese ex-classmate (also church member) Ben Ngan was organizing a evangelical night with me for the church, but something was not right when I talked to some committee member can he was not so sure about whether he was a born-again Christian. So I kept helping him to figure out whether he was a Christian because his parents are Christian. And then some minor branches.

In another dream I was with my old CSK classmate Hansel Sin, and this time it was something more unorganic. We shopped and then .... a big blur ...

I can surely dream hundreds of days and I still won't get tired of it.