The Canon EOS 500D.

Yes it’s drool time. I got invited to a blogger’s event held by Canon and Ogilvy (waaaay back in April)… and despite swooning over the consumer digital cameras, but deep down… I was in love with the 500D. *sigh*

I know my pockets aren’t deep enough for a purchase like this, especially when I was looking out for 2nd-hand 450Ds online.

But it’s like the 5D Mark II without the price-tag, and a lighter body which is better for my limp wrists, isn’t it?

Picture-quality aside, it even features Full HD video recording (1080p) capability, videos are in QuickTime (.mov) format, which can be easily transferred to the Final Cut Pro for editing! Oh man. How can I resist that sort of upgrade?

Also, the camera comes with a Live-View function, meaning that I don’t have to sprawl on the floor, sticking my eye on the viewfinder and trying very hard to get a shot of Latte snoozing…

Ah. I can only slowly save up for it. And hope that I will be able to finally pay off my reno loan this year (just a couple grand more to go) and I guess things will work out for me!

I Want To End It Now.

End the misery.
Get it over and done with.
Once I’m gone, nothing matters anymore.
I don’t give two hoots.
Frak it, man… frak it.

I Still Am.

For those in the know… sometime ago, I did something rather stupid, on behalf of a friend… to hurt people I also regarded as friends.

I don’t know why I did it, but I agreed to it and did that thing very quickly. But of course, the consequences of stupidity bite back very quickly as well.

Yes, things have blown over and we are now enemies of some sort… but I do sincerely feel bad about it.

I have to accept the consequences of being a stupid fool, and those whom I hurt unintentionally have the right to call me horrible names. I have to suck it all up because of a promise.

A promise to keep mum as to who is the true perpetrator of that awful awful thing we did, and that we could have executed in another manner that could have caused less of a backlash.

Most of the others have already forgotten about it, but yes, guilt never really go away. So no, I am still not saying whodunnit, because all hell would break loose if I did… and I wish them all, a wonderful life together.

Subaru R1/R2 Meet Up!.

We met around 8:30pm at Kallang McDonald’s. All 8 of us convoyed to an unfortunate Esso petrol kiosk, taking up precious space while earning much gawks from gawkers.

And then we convoyed down Nicoll Highway to Orchard Road… It was fun!!!

Time To Lose Some Sleep.

There’s a new project, and the progress hasn’t been exactly great. As usual, the grappling with “what they want” and “what they don’t want”, the guesswork that is involved with the former AND the latter… is the biggest headache.

I just wished I could have known what kind of execution they have in mind, before the brief was even written. After bouncing back and forth scripts and questions several times, I am still a little lost with how to proceed.

There isn’t any theme, which frankly to me, if there is one, it would definitely help me channel the creativity a little better to the “correct” lane. I am now just trying all sorts of approaches to hopefully better grasp the concept, or even to define it further.

Hard-sell vs. Soft-sell?

The most tiring part isn’t the video editing per se, it’s the script-writing process that baffles my confused soul and clouds whatever judgement I should have had.

Back to work. He’s away at camp again and I miss him already.

That Driver’s Hiring Agreement Has Been Terminated.

I… don’t feel good about this. But he could always go to another cab company.

Now I am just waiting for the Traffic Police to get back to me.

He’s Away.

He’s off to reservist for 2 weeks. And it certainly seems like I YAM SINGLEEEE HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH!!!

Too Fast Too Furious.

Nope, this is not a story about me racing with another dude or something. This is something more furious than fast. In fact, it took place way below 50km/hr.

Basically, last night around 7.10pm or so, I encountered a horrendous taxi driver.

This is what transpired:
I was on the 2nd lane and had signaled to move to the 3rd lane when the taxi behind was still some distance away. As I was filtering into the 3rd lane, I noticed that the taxi behind me had sped up, and so I avoided any problem by swerving back into the 2nd lane and horned at the driver as a warning. After which, I stayed behind the taxi as we are about to turn left at the T-junction.

After we have turned left, the taxi waited for me on the leftmost lane, and after I have passed him, he drove right behind me, tailgated me for a few hundred metres and high-beamed his lights all the way. I slowed down to around 50km/hr, fearing for my personal safety.

Then, he moved very quickly to my right, driving just inches away from my car, and made faces at me. I was quite frightened so I kept on driving straight. But all of a sudden, he swerved dangerously right in front of my car, and jammed his brakes to a full stop. I had to do an emergency brake in order not to collide with his taxi.

This would spell bad news for me if I had really hit his taxi at the back as it would appear to be my fault. The road was quite clear at this point, so there was no excuse for him to swerve in front of my car to jam his brakes so hard.

Fortunately, I had slowed down in the first place so I managed to stop in time before any tragic accident could have happened. After the near-collision, he moved off very slowly, driving at around 30km/hr in front of me, but I was able to filter to the lane on the right of him to turn right into a road that led to the highway, thus escaping from further bully attacks from this dangerous driver.

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I made a police report last night, and then emailed the CEO of ComfortDelGro Taxis. I urged them to take this dangerous and reckless driver off the roads before he causes a real tragedy.

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Disclaimer:
My own dad was a taxi driver, so I usually emphatised with them if they are rushing madly, very sleepy or plain aggressive because they drive long hours and money’s hard to earn – but this? It takes the bloody cake!

I have driven almost every day for 6 months and have never encountered anybody who actually made a planned attack on me, simply because I horned at him for speeding up when I was about to cut into his lane (let’s face it, many drivers do that – I’m used to it!).

If I Were Alone….

Sometimes I wonder how it’ll be like, being single. Alone, available… or whatever you call it.

Before: Guilt trips about undone laundry/housework, I can’t procrastinate all I want.
After: There’s no one around to witness the mess! So, what the heck?

Before: You-do-this and I-do-that. Hey! How come I do this already but you didn’t do that?
After: I do whatever I want, whenever I want, if I stayed alone.

I can’t possibly stay with my mum ever again. But I’ll probably live out of my car. Hahaha

Probably one of the reasons why I got my own car, is not having to bear with the guilt of making someone wait for me.

Ugh.

Some Girly Things.

There are things, and there are things that I love in a fatal attraction kinda way.

Kisslock bags.
Forget zips and flimsy buttons. Retro kisslock bags are easy to use and beaaaaoooooootiful. Best if they come with 2 huge ass balls. But these bags usually don’t come cheap

Mary Janes, preferably with round toebox. Haven’t found the perfect pair yet, but I love Mary Janes more than stilettos and all the rest. A simple strap across is what will get me yearning.

Red and black is a lethal combination for me. Hur hur hur.

Anything cat-related. Onoz.