protect the police

Seems gone were the days when the police are protecting us. these days, to build a better nation, we have to start protecting the police - from work.

(would like to attach an excerpt of my aunt's encounter with road bullies and inaction from the police... but have to seek her permission first.)

Anyhow, after the breaking in to my house, Meow and I went to make police report. 2 policemen and 1 policewoman was in the police post. after 15 mins of explaining the situation, 2 policement went off to their lounge to hang around while the policewoman is still trying to understand what we are saying, frequently misinterpreting the situation. after 1 hour she still cannot give us a police report and have to contact an "officer" who is incontactible over the phone before she could do anything. Finally at 2am in the morning, we found him. Policewoman then told him the story in a totally topsy turvey version which makes us sound like we are the criminal.

I told her I would take over the phone from her and she gladly passed it to me. At least the officer at the other end of the line was not as stupid and gave me pretty sound advice. at 2+pm, after correcting the grammar and spelling mistakes in our police report, we finally left the police post. i'm seriously doubting the quality of our watchmen.

break in

yesterday somebody broke into our house. Nothing lost, just pure malice. too bad jackie wasn't there. he could have given them a nasty bite. :) the cats are safe so all in all the only losses suffered was on their side... i.e. waste of their time.

casual ramblings

Had a dream about a friend again. This friend has appeared in my dreams for many times. Unfortunately we have lost contact.

On a totally seperate subject. A friend of mine has become more and more critical and she's scolding and belittlering people all the time. She's recently been given the package to leave the company and i believe the betrayal by the company is taking it's toil on her. I'm doing my best to just take it, but i'm up to my neck in "URGH!"

Went to Beework to do my photo update yesterday. I find that I'm coming across better - my photos are starting to reveal my character rather than just canvas the 2D face that used to stare back at me. Agency people are happy with the fact that my face is sharper and they came to the conclusion that i've slimmed down. Actually not true. i'm 2 kg over my normal weight and i'm feeling like a bloated fish. The only explanation for the sharpening of my features is that i've grown old enough to lose all my baby fat.

Monday, went to Mcorp to test out costumes for a new show. met up with directors i've known for ages. warm fuzy feeling. It's like they know you, but yet they don't know you. They know what i can do on screen, how i look when i cry, laugh, get angry, look with hatred, etc, but they don't really know what i do outside. Yet, we are so familiar. That's the beauty of showbiz. Your private space is open and everybody is so frank and straight forward to get the job done. Pure magic of showbiz sparks every encounter, be it with costume designer, directors, co-actors, crew. Everybody is so focused on the job and team work so important.

I'm hooked. that's where i draw my energy from, it's my battery charger. Going to Mcorp reminds me of who i really am. Not the computer punching idiot whose creative is not appreciated and in fact disapproved, but the innovative, intuitive, sensitive person that i really am.

afternoon at SGH

went to buy soup for grandma's lunch. Unfortunately reached the hospital at 12noon... instead of 1130 at which they served lunch. opps. grandma was gamed enough to drink a bowl of the soup though. Guess she didn't want me to feel bad.

She's much better now, behaving like her normal self, feeding me Yu Sim and making me buy some for myself saying that i am turning green. Nurse came to ask if she is in pain and she said to me conspiringly that it must be because they are intending to operate on her. Instead of telling her that the doctors had earlier advised against surgery due to her weak heart, i told her that the doctors said that her bone is recovering well by itself and she said "praise the Buddha".

She's quite happy, and told me quite a few of her recipes. I've zero talent at culinary stuff so i doubt her secret recipe will make a big difference in my cooking. I persuaded her to come to stay at my place when she is well and then teach me hands-on. Want her to feel needed.

Grandma said to do good deeds because the God in Hell has a book that records everything we do. She said Grandpa once caught a bat in pulau ubin and told her to cook it. She was terrified, but she killed the bat anyway. after that she boiled the bat and wanted my 3rd uncle to send some of it to her mom. On that day my uncle fell from a rambutan tree at my great grandma's house. She said not to kill anything that you are not sure of because there might be retribution. she must have felt the bat was an intelligent being and it bugged her conscience.

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Suffering from PMS i think. Never used to think it's a big deal but i'm indeed very grouchy these past few days. Poor meow had to suffer most of my intensely critical mood and he's finally mad at me. Heehee... He went to bed early, refusing to talk to me. He's a good meow. I think as I grow older PMS strike me harder. Sometimes I wonder how much control a human being actually has over himself. Are we mostly controlled by the chemicals we have in our body? Like how depression is a thinking thing but caused by chemical reasons? Or like how love is also a result of hormonal changes?

the singing cat

Listening to the recording I did with Foo Oon, Charles, Yin on Saturday. Foo Oon and Charles sound especially good. I’m only so so, some notes that I can’t manage are out of tune. It’s very disappointing. I’ll strive to be better the next time. The guys want to sing again this Saturday. Hopefully after a good few months my recordings can be perfect.

Problems encountered during recording and possible solutions:
1) speaker breaking (feedback) – to use falsetto and not strength to hit high notes
2) out of tune – don’t cheat on high notes. No wishy-washy singing
3) bad timbre – sing simply, without fancy embellishments

Good points
1) gotten the volume of background, voice, amt of echo right.
2) 80% of each song sang well, only 20% to fine tune.

Now I feel much better. Before blogging I wanted to give up on singing. Hee.