This would be what they call a TotallyAwesomelyRandomPointless Blog Entry.

In light of recent events. Conclusion(s) - Publish-worthy, award-winning photographs that work; beautiful in composition and light, are now factors that do not suffice the humanly demand of what could be bigger, better. Dynamics are now important in play of composition thus spelling out the one and only one unfortunate mistake made repeatedly during last couple of shoots. That is, not having approached my subjects with the calm and uncaring of time that ticked away in its seconds, minutes and hours. Insufficient thought put into, a term familiar on flickr, 'interestingness'. Insufficient point of focus on subjects to discover from every nook and cranny, the bestest edge for the bestest frame possible.

So despite the template 'eye' functioning well in the template world of publications. Really, when my photographs are viewed in-depth. By a constant; a mentor, in other words. There honestly isn't much artistic value in presence. And this proves to be true when I confirm, the level of affection for a number of shoots lately... is of no comparison to what had been showflat of Boulevard Vue, or our beloved public bus shelters, just to name a few.

not all is bad though. Because this realisation only makes me (want to) strive to become bigger, better, stronger.

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!