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Monday, July 28, 2008
+ On a separate note... i need a break from this world +
lucasfilm update: no word on if i'm getting the second interview yet. I'll wait till Wednesday. Then I shall forget it. I thank God that in the whole of Singapore, i'm among the few who got shortlisted for the first round, how many can attest to that? heee... Either way, backup plan ain't too bad either, applied for a vacant script-writing post with mediacorp... still waiting on that one too On a seperate note... Filming of "The Assignment" by TPP alumni peeps is over, well, at least my contribution is over. Can't wait for it to come out on dvd. On a seperate note... I watched Dark Knight twice and i'm still not sick of it. Maniacally impressive for a PG13. On a seperate note... I wanted to see the world. I expanded my horizons. I went out to meet people and hear their stories. Something happened yeah, and now it occurs to me, the more people i meet, the more people disappoint me. Suddenly i feel very much alone in a world that is quite literally getting fucked upside down. I'm frankly tired of the pubs and the clubs and whatever fuckshit made promises to happiness in this world. I'm going home, going back to church. So long and good night. When you come into the land which the Lord your God is giving you, you shall not learn to follow the abominations of those nations. —Deuteronomy 18:9 I try to do the right thing. Is there no one left who tries that anymore? Intergrity is.. just.. so.. difficult... Bruce Wayne: what would you have me do? Alfred: endure can't stop tryin. mustn't stop trying. you know, sometimes we find certain songs great because we can infuse them with our own meanings. now i sing this song, and i sing it to God. Chris Daughtry - Home I'm staring out into the night, Trying to hide the pain. I'm going to the place where love And feeling good don't ever cost a thing. And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain. I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old So I'm going home. Well I'm going home. The miles are getting longer, it seems, The closer I get to you. I've not always been the best man or friend for you. But your love, remains true. And I don't know why. You always seem to give me another try. So I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old. Be careful what you wish for, 'Cause you just might get it all. You just might get it all, And then some you don't want. Be careful what you wish for, 'Cause you just might get it all. You just might get it all, yeah. Oh, well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old. I said these places and these faces are getting old. So I'm going home. I'm going home.
ian wong beats around the bush@
9:39 AM
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What we do in life, echoes in eternityStep in! All who dare enter the dark labyrinth that is my mind. I stand at the doorway, screaming "Come in already!!! the air-con is flowing out!!!" Name: Ian Wong
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