Yay! I've finally known my Internship Posting.
I'll be doing it at Inflight Productions located at the Riverwalk, rather near whole string of bars at Clarke Quay. So, well, you'll know where I'll be after work. [grins]
Now if only, a bubble tea shop owner would open shop there, it would be perfect! Can't you just imagine it. A bubble tea pub. It would make good business, I tell you. :)
So, out of professional curiosity about my [future] company for the next 6 months, I went to google its name. And silly me went to type in inflight productions + singapore and I was very very horrified to find that it couldn't be found. 'Surely a company in the media industry would have its own website' I thought to myself and then I kinda got a little anxious, wondering about the stability of my [future] company.
Thanks to one of my slighter-smarter friend who found their website for me! It's actually a branch of a Multi-National Company. So, well, I kinda expect to learn a lot from the company.
Heh. I can still remember going to their website and the first thing I saw was 'We ... offer ...services including tailor-made safety, training and destination videos'. SAFETY AND TRAINING VIDEOS?? I can just imagine myself editing the voice over for a plane safety video, you know those videos that show you what to do when a plane crashes; put your head between your legs yada yada. How thrilling eh!
Oh wells, at least I'm doing audio editing and not video editing so it wouldn't be too bad. I mean, I can hope that I'll do audio for a destination video. [eyes gleam with excitement] Hah. But what are the chances of an intern going overseas. Scarly I go overseas and share a room with my supervisor and he marks me down cause I snore louder than he does at night. Heh. Can you imagine my transcripts, "Passed Internship. Could have passed with commendation if his snore was softer." haha I'll definitely make the headlines.
Hee. I so can't wait for 16th April. 0930 hrs. 25 bucks per day. It ain't that bad. Well, except I gotta get a few more shirts. And my dad's 'offering' me his shirts which are like totally retro. Plain brown colour kinda shirts, that look at least ten years in age.
Money. and Shirts. Thats what I need now.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Well, an interesting month
Finally.
After a few long and miserable hours trying to figure out why my blog code didn't seem to work, I finally temporarily resolved it. For now.
How different it looks from the design I had in mind. Then again, ain't That life?
Well, March has been a rather eventful month for me.
Exams, Guest-playing for Bedok Town Alumni Band Concert, Exam results and in less than 48 hours time, playing for TP Band Concert. and of course, my eventful work. Haha talk about summarizing a month in less than fifty words, but thats how it went. TP Band Practice to BT Band Practice. Tp Band Practice to work. I guess, what's nice and good about working in the Customer Service Industry is that each day is always different. It kinda makes you see the beauty of change and the benefits of variety and, definitely the uniqueness and differences between individuals.
Of course, then again, being in TP Concert Band itself already opens my eyes to new heights of insight into people's character.
People say... work and personal life is to be separated. Does that mean your character has to be spliced into two? If then, it is indeed spliced into two, so would it then explain why people may act all high and mighty, command people around, treating them as if they were mere infants, yet be humble and a good role model outside work? And, if it's normal, then it would be safe to say people expect people to be hypocrites or two-faced right? So then, hypocrisy would be passed down from generation to generation and would not cease to exist, because well, supply has to meet demand.
Had voting for the next main comm a few days ago. Disappointed to say the very least, cause it seems certain persons holding significant positions have botched up, and their it's their swan song. Well, you definitely have to give a round of applause to it. Just when everybody was getting into the mood, it has to spoil everything and treat us as secondary school students having their first concert.
Sigh, the people I wanted to vote to be in main comm didn't qualify. Sigh. If only.. I was more bhb and ticked my name. Got chance I might garner a position in the comm.
Made a couple of new friends recently. Actually 2 la. And not really made new friends. Their status just upgraded from Acquaintance to Friend/Trusted Peer. And! One of them is a thinker. An in-depth thinker. Which is kinda cool.
I've always pondered about those who doeth plenty and thinketh none. After all, thinking does help stimulate the mind and improve the quality of thoughts. True, that thinking would produce One answer for every Ten questioned pondered, but sometimes we should pause, take a breather and ponder over the significance of our existence.
Some people have questioned the possibility of success for the upcoming concert. I've been thinking about this, and you know. I see satisfaction, both in the audience and in the band. Sure, technically speaking, we aren't really there yet, but what is There? So what if we can play each note on cue, get the rhythm right, articulate correctly, but have no passion? True, each of us have had a different band upbringing, we all came from different band cultures, we all have different expectations, different playing skills, different ways of expressions through music, which of course could be a melting pot for disasters. Then again, wouldn't this unique mix be a boon and actually bring us to greater heights due to the complex combinations of all our 'same same but different' experiences?
Fret not about the success, but worry whether you have enough emotions to last the night. Cause the layman won't understand Resonance or Fermata or Ritardando but he will know what he listens cause the heart tells him, whether the current piece is about love or sadness or nostalgia or sailors who sail the seven seas and miss home.
Worry not about the ticket sales, cause one satisfied patron is worth more than ten unsatisfied patrons.
Rather, focus on yourself; your memories; your first love; your first brush with death; your long lost friends; cause only by recalling and drawing the emotions from these memories will your music have expressions, not of a literal kind, but of an emotional kind that will touch the audience body, mind and soul.
Friends, band-mates! Be of good cheer as the concert draws near!
After a few long and miserable hours trying to figure out why my blog code didn't seem to work, I finally temporarily resolved it. For now.
How different it looks from the design I had in mind. Then again, ain't That life?
Well, March has been a rather eventful month for me.
Exams, Guest-playing for Bedok Town Alumni Band Concert, Exam results and in less than 48 hours time, playing for TP Band Concert. and of course, my eventful work. Haha talk about summarizing a month in less than fifty words, but thats how it went. TP Band Practice to BT Band Practice. Tp Band Practice to work. I guess, what's nice and good about working in the Customer Service Industry is that each day is always different. It kinda makes you see the beauty of change and the benefits of variety and, definitely the uniqueness and differences between individuals.
Of course, then again, being in TP Concert Band itself already opens my eyes to new heights of insight into people's character.
People say... work and personal life is to be separated. Does that mean your character has to be spliced into two? If then, it is indeed spliced into two, so would it then explain why people may act all high and mighty, command people around, treating them as if they were mere infants, yet be humble and a good role model outside work? And, if it's normal, then it would be safe to say people expect people to be hypocrites or two-faced right? So then, hypocrisy would be passed down from generation to generation and would not cease to exist, because well, supply has to meet demand.
Had voting for the next main comm a few days ago. Disappointed to say the very least, cause it seems certain persons holding significant positions have botched up, and their it's their swan song. Well, you definitely have to give a round of applause to it. Just when everybody was getting into the mood, it has to spoil everything and treat us as secondary school students having their first concert.
Sigh, the people I wanted to vote to be in main comm didn't qualify. Sigh. If only.. I was more bhb and ticked my name. Got chance I might garner a position in the comm.
Made a couple of new friends recently. Actually 2 la. And not really made new friends. Their status just upgraded from Acquaintance to Friend/Trusted Peer. And! One of them is a thinker. An in-depth thinker. Which is kinda cool.
I've always pondered about those who doeth plenty and thinketh none. After all, thinking does help stimulate the mind and improve the quality of thoughts. True, that thinking would produce One answer for every Ten questioned pondered, but sometimes we should pause, take a breather and ponder over the significance of our existence.
Some people have questioned the possibility of success for the upcoming concert. I've been thinking about this, and you know. I see satisfaction, both in the audience and in the band. Sure, technically speaking, we aren't really there yet, but what is There? So what if we can play each note on cue, get the rhythm right, articulate correctly, but have no passion? True, each of us have had a different band upbringing, we all came from different band cultures, we all have different expectations, different playing skills, different ways of expressions through music, which of course could be a melting pot for disasters. Then again, wouldn't this unique mix be a boon and actually bring us to greater heights due to the complex combinations of all our 'same same but different' experiences?
Fret not about the success, but worry whether you have enough emotions to last the night. Cause the layman won't understand Resonance or Fermata or Ritardando but he will know what he listens cause the heart tells him, whether the current piece is about love or sadness or nostalgia or sailors who sail the seven seas and miss home.
Worry not about the ticket sales, cause one satisfied patron is worth more than ten unsatisfied patrons.
Rather, focus on yourself; your memories; your first love; your first brush with death; your long lost friends; cause only by recalling and drawing the emotions from these memories will your music have expressions, not of a literal kind, but of an emotional kind that will touch the audience body, mind and soul.
Friends, band-mates! Be of good cheer as the concert draws near!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
A Post of Thoughtful Bereavity
It's when you start to feel sad when you watch a CSI:Miami actor/forensic officer/person sworn to uphold the law die that you realise the full impact of the media.
Sure I've learnt all the styles, I can roughly guess how they do it and why they do it, I could write a list of the camera angles they used, the transitional effects they did, in fact, I kinda thought I was desensitized to it all, but watching CSI:Miami just now made me feel it all again.
Perhaps it's the watching the each episode religiously, as I follow the team along, and really know each character's story, that I can feel when the character dies. Or maybe, it's cause I've had experiences with death that I can empathize what the other team members feel:when one of them is taken down.
Which brings me to ponder. The effect that this the death of Speed has on me, is it due to the past experiences I had with death or is it due to the complex combination of picture and sound? Or is it because having watched so many episodes, I have a perceived connection and understanding of Speed's personality and character that I feel the illusion of losing someone I know yet knowing I didn't lose anybody?
But, if then I am living under the illusion that I know Speed, that is the character who died in the line of duty, then would that mean that the feelings of sadness that have been given life are illusional and only serve to disillusionize me? But, surely feelings cannot be falsely created? Sure, I could feign feelings that is pretend to be angry or sad or in love but then, this would be to act as if there are feelings there and not creating false feelings or feelings that amount to nothing. Or, is it simply the body lying to itself? The eyes see and and absorb and transmit the information to the brain who recognizes it as emotional and forwards it to the heart who responds with the proper emotions but because the mind sees it as a bad experience, the emotions bounces back and the heart hastily removes the content and resends the emotions, which are empty and thus counterfeit.
Oh Speed. How could you die. Oh mind. How could you lie.
Sure I've learnt all the styles, I can roughly guess how they do it and why they do it, I could write a list of the camera angles they used, the transitional effects they did, in fact, I kinda thought I was desensitized to it all, but watching CSI:Miami just now made me feel it all again.
Perhaps it's the watching the each episode religiously, as I follow the team along, and really know each character's story, that I can feel when the character dies. Or maybe, it's cause I've had experiences with death that I can empathize what the other team members feel:when one of them is taken down.
Which brings me to ponder. The effect that this the death of Speed has on me, is it due to the past experiences I had with death or is it due to the complex combination of picture and sound? Or is it because having watched so many episodes, I have a perceived connection and understanding of Speed's personality and character that I feel the illusion of losing someone I know yet knowing I didn't lose anybody?
But, if then I am living under the illusion that I know Speed, that is the character who died in the line of duty, then would that mean that the feelings of sadness that have been given life are illusional and only serve to disillusionize me? But, surely feelings cannot be falsely created? Sure, I could feign feelings that is pretend to be angry or sad or in love but then, this would be to act as if there are feelings there and not creating false feelings or feelings that amount to nothing. Or, is it simply the body lying to itself? The eyes see and and absorb and transmit the information to the brain who recognizes it as emotional and forwards it to the heart who responds with the proper emotions but because the mind sees it as a bad experience, the emotions bounces back and the heart hastily removes the content and resends the emotions, which are empty and thus counterfeit.
Oh Speed. How could you die. Oh mind. How could you lie.
Friday, February 23, 2007
aMsn. and. Animated Emoticons
Wow. You know the freedom of creating email accounts never really gets to you until you experiment with a new program. See, I found aMSN, this cool MSN/WLM Msgr Clone that can be used on any platform, be it Windows or Mac or Linux. It totally replicates the MSN/WLM look and feel and features like nudges and personal nicknames, something that the popular Msn-replacement-for-Mac Adium doesn't offer. Oh, did I mention some Msn games can run on aMSN too?
So, proud of my find, I download the software and start to tinkle with it, only to have it crash within one minute.
A little unsure of it's credibility, I restart the application again and it all goes well; I get connected, and then the program hangs. So I try pressing Apple-Q but to avail. So I did the very very very common keyboard shortcut that would let me... Force Quit! It has totally gotta be the best function for Mac users.
So, I'm a little skeptical of the program now and while it doesn't hang for the next five minutes, I slowly play around with its features and settings, finding that it is indeed a very good clone of Msn or WLM itself.
Then a slight problem arises, when I send a document to my contact, which is transferred at an agonizingly snail speed. [I think it was 0.1 kb/s] So I end up switching back to Adium to send the file over. [2.9 kb/s]
7 hours later, I'm back at home, running WLM on my home PC, running aMSN and running Adium simultaneously. And it strikes me. I have THREE hotmail accounts. I used to have One, then my Mac came along and I had Two so I could run both simultaneously and send files to each other. Then aMSN came along and now I have Three. Coupled with 1 Gmail and 2 Yahoo. And I realise I don't really use my Yahoo! Mail except for... Yahoo! Pool.
Let's See.. Hotmail gives me 2Gb, Yahoo! gives me 1Gb and Gmail gives me 2Gb [And counting] so... that would give me... a total of.. 10Gb online storage space?!?!?! Now That's a lot! It's even more than my Windows Partition on my Mac.
Imagine how useful one's Email Account could be.. for Backup Services. Like Gspace
Too bad it can't be used as a scratch disk. Haha, that would be the ultimate dream for every audio/video/image editor or developer.
Okay, enough of such stuff. HmM. 2Gb of online storage space would be good for sharing movies.
Oh, and! I've learnt how to create animated emoticons! And using only Photoshop! It's rather easy! Once you get the hang of it. Check out mine! I did both in half an hour. Though I think it's a little ghastly. Heh. But first time ma...
Hee I don't mind comments. Just click on the blue region of the Apple to comment! :D
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Those old times
Watching the opening speeches of both teams in The Arena, I can't help but feel a tinge of nostalgia as I recall my secondary school debating times.
You know those inter-class debates the school organizes as post-exam activities which turn out to be slack activities for most students? I was involved with a couple of them. Those were the days....
I was always the least prepared one. Not that I stooped down on research or preparing script but I always believed in free speech and being impromptu. I always felt a script hindered the little creativity I have, though it does have its use in ensuring one stays to the point and not go off-track which is rather common for me. Now, where was I?
Oh yes, debating. You know, in upper sec, there was this fellow female debater whom I, well, debated with. Hmm of course when I mean debated with, I don't mean I debated with her on things that is I argued with her but rather we argued together. I mean, well, you know what I mean.
Anyway, back to the point. For all the debates I've done with her, I always ended up as the speaker either before or after her, and she would never fail to mention me in her speech. In fact, it was like a tradition; a tradition nobody else saw. I guessed it was motherly in its early stages since she always made it sound as if our opposition bullied me or gearing the opposition up for a powerful speech by me.
Though I never did successfully make a powerful speech in those two years of debating, every mention of me in her speech never failed to elicit a grin from me. Not that [God Forbid] I had a crush on her or any feelings of romantic nature, it was rather the spirit of continuity, like the ebb and flow of the tide. Something like that.
Now I wonder, what would happen when poly students debate? In secondary school, much of what was in your speech came from research, namely Google and Yahoo and Google and Yahoo. Yet, when one is in polyhood, one has garnered enough life experiences to be able to use as fodder for our arguments yes?
Wouldn't the whole debating experience be totally different? After all, [most] poly students know how to use the Internet to aid them in research gathering, [some] know how to dress to suit the occasion, and quite a few have experienced a lot in life already.
Definitely entertaining no?
Friday, February 16, 2007
5.1 Altec Lansing Speakers
I'm blessed with good friends. Good older sisters to be exact. In chinese.
Hee I went to G's house today. Her house damn nice sia. Her room especially. 5.1 ALTEC LANSING SPEAKERS. My gosh. And her room's rather blue-y too. Reminds me of Blue's Clues that Kids Central show. And her house is like totally packed with food. No wonder she eats like so much. [Though how she ain't 'big' remains a mystery]
5.1 ALTEC LANSING SPEAKERS
Do you know how powerful and marvelous the sound is when it's 5.1 speakers.
Ok la, so maybe it's not That expensive la. A check on Altec Lansing website puts it around $200 Sing but still...... 5.1 SPEAKERS. That's like totally totally cool lor. Imagine gaming. Or watching movie. The sound would be so cool. Maybe she's an audiophile.
Anyway her room is damn nice. It's rather neat though. And her bed has a mosquito net on it la. Reminds me of those olden olden wedding beds where they have those veil things covering the bed.
5.1 Altec Lansing Speakers. Sigh. Some people have it all in the world man. I can't even do a 5.1 Speaker surround system thanks to my computer being placed in the corner. I should go her house more often. *hint hint* Besides, it's so near school.
5.1 ALTEC LANSING SPEAKERS.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Best Friend
'So, Randy, who's your best friend?' shE asked.
Caught totally off-guard, I gave a blank look as my mind struggled to provide an answer to that...
'He has a lot of friends but no best friend', She said.
And, so it begun.
Do I have a best friend? I have lots of friends, but how would you differentiate between a close friend and a best friend? If a best friend is one that has been with you for like eternity then I most definitely do not have a best friend, thanks to my chameleon ways.
But do guys need best friends? Not that I'm a masochist, of course, but, best friends are, well, for talking problems out and lending listening ear and that cliche phrase 'going through thick and thin together' and frankly, few guys talk out their problems to other guys, most doing it to female friends or sadly no one.
And I have like quite a number of female friends but which is my best friend, I wonder.
There are people who treat each of their friend as special and unique and equal as another friend. I ain't one of them. Some friends matter more to me than others. Some I would gladly die for, whereas there are others I would xiu shou pang guan; stand at one side and just watch. Not mockingly, nor frustratingly, but fearlessly sad.
So the ultimate question is who is my best friend.
No one.
Well, no one that transcends all my sides in all my lives. And perhaps it is these numerous facets of life I have that I don't really really have a best friend.
I rather be un-understood than misunderstood. Cause the people who assume they know me don't know me and it irks me. Three me-s in one sentence. Amazing!
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