Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
hating my stupid boots.
"Why are you wearing leather boots and low slung skinny jeans? Why are you being all fashion-y on set?!?!"
The last two days have been spent in two feet of snow, blizzards and snorms (snow+storm).
Today was spent in bed.
I woke up and instantly knew how I felt.
I don't want to be in limbo anymore.
I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night with a sinking feeling in the pits of my stomach.
I want you here where I am.
The last two days have been spent in two feet of snow, blizzards and snorms (snow+storm).
Today was spent in bed.
I woke up and instantly knew how I felt.
I don't want to be in limbo anymore.
I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night with a sinking feeling in the pits of my stomach.
I want you here where I am.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
unpublished.
World Trade Center
Director: Oliver Stone Cast: Nicolas Cage, Michael Pena, Maria Bello. Runtime:
129 minutes. Opens: 12 October
TEXT BY NADIAH H
It is September 11, and just like any other day, Sergeant John McLoughlin (Nicolas Cage) wakes up before the break of dawn to head to the Port Authority Police Department, in midtown Manhattan. But as somber dark clouds began shrouding the skyline of New York City when a hijacked plane hit one of the Twin Towers, September 11 was not just any other day. Sergeant McLoughlin, along with fellow officer Will Jimeno (Michael Pena) were part of the first team sent from midtown Manhattan to Ground Zero, in bids to evacuate the remaining people in Tower 1 of the WTC. The building collapses before they manage to save anyone else, and as McLoughlin asks Jimeno, “Can you still see the light?” only do we realize that the two of them are trapped beneath 20 feet of rubble, concrete slabs and twisted metal.
In the duration of two hours and nine minutes, one would expect Oliver Stone, fond of throwing in bits of conspiracy theories (think JFK) ruffle some unlikely feathers with World Trade Center. Instead we are fed with serene silhouettes of Jesus Christ, signifying the hopes in these two men (one of the very few survivors from the 2001 catastrophe which saw more than two thousand lives perished) to keep on breathing in time for the rescue team to track them down. With flashbacks of happier times with McLoughlin’s and Jimeno’s loved ones, and jump cuts to those of their wives Donna and Allison cracking down at the thin frays of hope for their survival, Stone nails this one down as yet another idealistic, emotional reenactment of September 11 in epic film proportion to justify the propaganda of God Loves America. But irregardless, WTC still manages to make the average movie buff shed a tear or two, guaranteeing a worthy watch indeed.
Hmm oddly enough I am missing those days in that quaint bungalow down Jalan Bukit Bintang.
Good times.
Director: Oliver Stone Cast: Nicolas Cage, Michael Pena, Maria Bello. Runtime:
129 minutes. Opens: 12 October
TEXT BY NADIAH H
It is September 11, and just like any other day, Sergeant John McLoughlin (Nicolas Cage) wakes up before the break of dawn to head to the Port Authority Police Department, in midtown Manhattan. But as somber dark clouds began shrouding the skyline of New York City when a hijacked plane hit one of the Twin Towers, September 11 was not just any other day. Sergeant McLoughlin, along with fellow officer Will Jimeno (Michael Pena) were part of the first team sent from midtown Manhattan to Ground Zero, in bids to evacuate the remaining people in Tower 1 of the WTC. The building collapses before they manage to save anyone else, and as McLoughlin asks Jimeno, “Can you still see the light?” only do we realize that the two of them are trapped beneath 20 feet of rubble, concrete slabs and twisted metal.
In the duration of two hours and nine minutes, one would expect Oliver Stone, fond of throwing in bits of conspiracy theories (think JFK) ruffle some unlikely feathers with World Trade Center. Instead we are fed with serene silhouettes of Jesus Christ, signifying the hopes in these two men (one of the very few survivors from the 2001 catastrophe which saw more than two thousand lives perished) to keep on breathing in time for the rescue team to track them down. With flashbacks of happier times with McLoughlin’s and Jimeno’s loved ones, and jump cuts to those of their wives Donna and Allison cracking down at the thin frays of hope for their survival, Stone nails this one down as yet another idealistic, emotional reenactment of September 11 in epic film proportion to justify the propaganda of God Loves America. But irregardless, WTC still manages to make the average movie buff shed a tear or two, guaranteeing a worthy watch indeed.
Hmm oddly enough I am missing those days in that quaint bungalow down Jalan Bukit Bintang.
Good times.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Remember... (part deux)
It was already so late, and rain was pouring.
Heavy.
Drenching streets.
Screeching tires.
You insisted on taking me out for dinner.
And we went to MacDonalds of all the places.
You looked at me straight in the eyes, and spoke in length about waves and forms and bits and tracks in terms I did not comprehend.
Then you took my hand.
And I pretended not to notice.
You kept on talking.
I said it was late.
To which you replied, "I'd stay here all night talking to you."
I think I tried hard not to smile silly.
But I did anyway.
:(
Heavy.
Drenching streets.
Screeching tires.
You insisted on taking me out for dinner.
And we went to MacDonalds of all the places.
You looked at me straight in the eyes, and spoke in length about waves and forms and bits and tracks in terms I did not comprehend.
Then you took my hand.
And I pretended not to notice.
You kept on talking.
I said it was late.
To which you replied, "I'd stay here all night talking to you."
I think I tried hard not to smile silly.
But I did anyway.
:(
:(
It hasn't been five hours since the conversation ended.
i keep thinking that i will be fine, i listen to my happy songs, i think that i am okay, and i will be fine.
i talk with familiar faces. i'm given hugs in return. three for luck.
and i'm struggling to hold back tears so I don't wet shirts and create a scene.
my head feels light.
but my heart is heavy.
:(
i keep thinking that i will be fine, i listen to my happy songs, i think that i am okay, and i will be fine.
i talk with familiar faces. i'm given hugs in return. three for luck.
and i'm struggling to hold back tears so I don't wet shirts and create a scene.
my head feels light.
but my heart is heavy.
:(
Because sadness makes..
words tumble out, in an inexplicable manner.
We sit and watch umbrellas fly
I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry
I hear myself say
My boat's leaving now
So we shake hands and cry
Now I must wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
You know I don't want to cry again
I'll never see your face again
I don't want to cry again
We leave to their goodbyes
I've come to depend on the look in their eyes
My blood's sweet for pain
The wind and the rain brings back words of a song
And they sing wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
You know I don't want to cry again
I'll never see your face again
I don't want to cry again
So I read to myself
A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons
On the front page a black and white picture of
Manhattan Skyline
Manhattan Skyline - Kings of Convenience
We sit and watch umbrellas fly
I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry
I hear myself say
My boat's leaving now
So we shake hands and cry
Now I must wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
You know I don't want to cry again
I'll never see your face again
I don't want to cry again
We leave to their goodbyes
I've come to depend on the look in their eyes
My blood's sweet for pain
The wind and the rain brings back words of a song
And they sing wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
Wave goodbye, wave goodbye
You know I don't want to cry again
I'll never see your face again
I don't want to cry again
So I read to myself
A chance of a lifetime to see new horizons
On the front page a black and white picture of
Manhattan Skyline
Manhattan Skyline - Kings of Convenience
Oblivion.
Have you ever felt like wanting to drown yourself in the shower?
Not wanting to breathe, or feel, or touch, or sense anymore..
I saw this coming.
And time will heal.
That's the least I can promise myself.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
So.. (part deux)
First up, everyone say hi to Figaro:
These two crazy kids went bonkers and threw hissy fits when they first met each other, but now they have to be separated every night. Just because they won't stop playing with each other until like, 5am, and won't remember when it's time to sleep. Figaro is my DP's cat while he's off shooting a film in China...
Anyway.
I'm not sure how I'm feeling right now.
I should be ecstatic, though, because:
1) I found an AMAZING actor through my acting teacher, so now at least I've cast the two main characters of my film
2) I got an A with a "Great!" for my Aesthetics paper
3) I'm getting a week off for Christmas when it will be all pretty with lights
4) Weather's been really kind, and I'm really liking the snow so far...
But.
I know I shouldn't feel anything. But how should I feel when an ex is getting hitched.. ? To someone's who's way prettier and thinner than I could ever possibly be. I mean, I should be happy, right? I should be happy that he's found someone better - someone he feels downright sure about wanting to spend the rest of his life with.
But.
Why does this bit of news make me feel completely hopeless, and inadequate in so many ways? I'm totally over the five years' worth of heartbreak, and I no longer have any feelings towards him whatsoever. I've forgotten how he even exists on this face of earth anymore.
Maybe.
It's because it's making me reevaluate my own relationship.
And how insecure I feel about it.
:(
I have to start counting my blessings again.
These two crazy kids went bonkers and threw hissy fits when they first met each other, but now they have to be separated every night. Just because they won't stop playing with each other until like, 5am, and won't remember when it's time to sleep. Figaro is my DP's cat while he's off shooting a film in China...Anyway.
I'm not sure how I'm feeling right now.
I should be ecstatic, though, because:
1) I found an AMAZING actor through my acting teacher, so now at least I've cast the two main characters of my film
2) I got an A with a "Great!" for my Aesthetics paper
3) I'm getting a week off for Christmas when it will be all pretty with lights
4) Weather's been really kind, and I'm really liking the snow so far...
But.
I know I shouldn't feel anything. But how should I feel when an ex is getting hitched.. ? To someone's who's way prettier and thinner than I could ever possibly be. I mean, I should be happy, right? I should be happy that he's found someone better - someone he feels downright sure about wanting to spend the rest of his life with.
But.
Why does this bit of news make me feel completely hopeless, and inadequate in so many ways? I'm totally over the five years' worth of heartbreak, and I no longer have any feelings towards him whatsoever. I've forgotten how he even exists on this face of earth anymore.
Maybe.
It's because it's making me reevaluate my own relationship.
And how insecure I feel about it.
:(
I have to start counting my blessings again.
Monday, December 15, 2008
So.
I have been up since 5am.
I have been up since 5am from two weeks ago.
So, you have absolutely NO right to belittle what I do.
You think you know how it works, but you don't.
You have no clue.
Try being on your feet 12 hours the most, with a 20 minute break in between.
Try carrying in heavy equipment in and out of buildings every single day.
I would be wasting my time trying to justify what I do, because you won't understand anyway.
So, WHATEVS to you!
Anyway. So Elena's shoot wrapped at 11.30am just now. After 7 days. So that's 14 non-stop working days. Deprived of sleep, I looked like crap, and with incomplete pre -production matters up to my eyeballs, SAG issues, no audition space, about every thing I need to prepare for my film closed for two weeks to make way for Christmas, my stoned location owner not replying calls or emails... I was really about to crack. Like, literally holding back tears.
TING!
The elevator door opens.
I'm really not in the mood to make contact with any other living breathing creatures (Psyang and Figaro excluded). But there he is, with a random classmate I can't be bothered to notice. He looks at me expectantly, and I walk in without nary a smile whatsoever. All my planned conversations fly out of the window, and I stand in a corner, two inches away from his lush Green Goblin back.
We get to the first floor. He turns to me, and says, "Go ahead" I put on a straight face and say my thanks without even looking at him.
I. Am. Such. A. Dumbass.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
JFranc was smoking HOT and noticing me and all I could do was act like I was too cool for school?!??!?!!??!
*SOBS*
Well at least he acknowledged my existence.
At least I DIDN'T SMELL. (because I rolled out of bed to set this morning wearing the same clothes I've been using for the past few days, BUT made time to go home, shower, have lunch and leave in time to miss Kim's meeting, haha)
HAIH.
Now,
back to mourningdom :(
WHEN WILL I GET STUCK IN THE SAME ELEVATOR WITH YOU AGAIN?
Probably never :(
I have been up since 5am from two weeks ago.
So, you have absolutely NO right to belittle what I do.
You think you know how it works, but you don't.
You have no clue.
Try being on your feet 12 hours the most, with a 20 minute break in between.
Try carrying in heavy equipment in and out of buildings every single day.
I would be wasting my time trying to justify what I do, because you won't understand anyway.
So, WHATEVS to you!
Anyway. So Elena's shoot wrapped at 11.30am just now. After 7 days. So that's 14 non-stop working days. Deprived of sleep, I looked like crap, and with incomplete pre -production matters up to my eyeballs, SAG issues, no audition space, about every thing I need to prepare for my film closed for two weeks to make way for Christmas, my stoned location owner not replying calls or emails... I was really about to crack. Like, literally holding back tears.
TING!
The elevator door opens.
I'm really not in the mood to make contact with any other living breathing creatures (Psyang and Figaro excluded). But there he is, with a random classmate I can't be bothered to notice. He looks at me expectantly, and I walk in without nary a smile whatsoever. All my planned conversations fly out of the window, and I stand in a corner, two inches away from his lush Green Goblin back.
We get to the first floor. He turns to me, and says, "Go ahead" I put on a straight face and say my thanks without even looking at him.
I. Am. Such. A. Dumbass.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!
JFranc was smoking HOT and noticing me and all I could do was act like I was too cool for school?!??!?!!??!
*SOBS*
Well at least he acknowledged my existence.
At least I DIDN'T SMELL. (because I rolled out of bed to set this morning wearing the same clothes I've been using for the past few days, BUT made time to go home, shower, have lunch and leave in time to miss Kim's meeting, haha)
HAIH.
Now,
back to mourningdom :(
WHEN WILL I GET STUCK IN THE SAME ELEVATOR WITH YOU AGAIN?Probably never :(
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO..
- waking up at 5am today.
- being out in the cold all day
AND I AM HATING THE FACT THAT THE OPTICAL DRIVE ON MY MBP IS DEAD.
BODOH PUNYA APPLE!!!!
- being out in the cold all day
AND I AM HATING THE FACT THAT THE OPTICAL DRIVE ON MY MBP IS DEAD.
BODOH PUNYA APPLE!!!!
INHALE, EXHALE, INHALE, EXHALE
SEMPAT KE 9 JAM SHOOT 2 4/8 OF SCRIPT PAGES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Monday, December 01, 2008
ERGH!
I'm getting ready for two weeks of over-exhausting days of being on set as AC to super amazing women DPs!
Other than that, I MISS MY SAYANG :( :( :( *SOB*SOB*
Other than that, I was in Yale over the weekend. New Haven is ah. Um. Pretty.
I still <3 New York.
5 more weeks to madness. NO CAST NO CREW NO LOCKED LOCATIONS BWAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHWMAWHAAHAH *tarik rambut*
*sobs*
nak balik gi kenduri arif ngan abang makan nasi minyak lah..
haih.
Other than that, I MISS MY SAYANG :( :( :( *SOB*SOB*
Other than that, I was in Yale over the weekend. New Haven is ah. Um. Pretty.
I still <3 New York.
5 more weeks to madness. NO CAST NO CREW NO LOCKED LOCATIONS BWAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHWMAWHAAHAH *tarik rambut*
*sobs*
nak balik gi kenduri arif ngan abang makan nasi minyak lah..
haih.
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