so it's been a while since 'recollect regroup rebalance rewhatever'. a little past bedtime now but am trying to catch a breather. today had been rather hectic albeit unproductive. the two selected sites to visit in the morning - a&a works on both facades. doesn't help when the previous week I discovered one of our really old jobs is now in the hands of DPA. nothing against them but it's a heartache. so imagine how much it sucked when I couldn't shoot proper today. FAR TOO SLOW, FAR TOO LATE, OLIVIA!

my graphic designer packed up and moved out today too. it isn't goodbye forever off you go back to the land of good coffee (among other sorts of vegetation) but here's the thing - WE CANNOT. FIND. A REPLACEMENT. who is as good as this one had been. sure, there is an abundance of GRAPHIC DESIGNERS today, any tom dick hairy mary sally can pick the 'art of designing' up. but really, to live and breathe design? that's a whole new ball game altogether. the next person in front office who is graphically aware, is yours truly. as if I am not swamped with enough work while being in the race of winning the 'external rate of change'. if the architectural director is panicking mister graphic designer of his boutique hotel has left (after having handed over a COMPLETE set of design work), I should just force-hyperventilate and drop dead

that said, PleasePleasePlease give me a shout if you know someone who'd like to take on this job.

the marketing-arm lady comes in tomorrow. goodbye graphics today hello orientate her tomorrow. make sure no tai ji happens. also nasehr checks into the luxurious dopey world of syringes and cell transfers for the next couple of weeks. that's another battle to be fighting.

past nights were spent in office til way after office hours. jalan kayu prata two nights straight over political ramblings. mad or what? surely I must have put on a couple of kilos because I feel so fucking fat. not enough rest too much food too much information. strangely enough (while feeling fat on the other hand) there is this compulsion of wanting to pat heads of certain this that persons saying DON'T STRESS. DON'T BE STRESSED OK. CHILL. coming from the corporate office, it is real saddening to hear of these happenings between studios. oh the things that go on behind closed doors

I hope I would never have to use 'supernova'

sleep

above photographs - you either love it or hate it. no in betweens!
see: flickr.com/olibia

summing up the past month - events events events! no time for blogspot nor flickr! AUGH!

Grandma of a colleague who was the only family he lived with his entire life passed on recently, while he was at reservist training. so he came back to work today and he looks a total wreck. I just feel awful bad, not only because he's a nice guy who is completely clueless about wedding ring fingers, appreciative of lunch/dinner belles, mindless work, quick with amusing retorts to questions (see conversation below), prefers chocolate and clean toilets even if it means taking the elevator up 9 storeys to get to either...... less than a month back he had gotten hold of the key to his new apartment.

So are you going to be shifting in with your girlfriend?
> If my grandma doesn't live with me where will she live?
I'm sure she will have fun being able to redecorate and furnish a new place...
> I think so too. But it's a small place... Personally I will only have fun if the space was...
(gestures to surroundings of where we were, boon's ... property)
> Well, WE would have fun anyway.

It seems home (specifically, bedroom) has become less than an ideal space to be productive in. The wet weather isn't helping, drooping eyelids lazy thoughts... one lengthy band interview is to be transcribed, couple of songs are to be learned and perfected, bills to be paid groceries and toiletries to be shopped for yet this is all there is in my head - chilling at durty nelly's (or anywhere cosy quiet uncrowded really) with Sujit Saraf's peacock throne and a good dessert+drink.

damn you lazybones!

one lesson that should have been long learned - SHOPS CLOSE ON EVE AND FIRST TWO DAYS OF CNY. if we had managed to get tickets to taiwan, I would probably be forever kept in dark, delusioned about what goes on, or better apt, the Nothing that goes on in shopping malls during chinese new year.

so last weekend saw us through a record of 6 musical/theatrical live shows, the CNY holiday arrived mid week and saw me through 7 full lengthed movies... yesterday (saturday) felt like a work day than anything else honestly, until I met with Jay and the ex-jelita days people to go laugh at sign language dancing and of course, be silly ourselves. it was a great affair, starting with supper along bukit timah road and then to muhd. sultan and then almost-breakfast supper food at lau pa sat.

well you could ask me what else went on since the 29th (seriously, a Lot) but really, all I wanna do now is to go book tickets to sweeney todd less than 12 hours away and then knock right out til noon