she's got you high

I rewatched (500) Days of Summer today and found that I like everything as much as I did the first time. It is a film that induces you to smile on, through the achy-breaky moments, the romantic fluffy bits, the surrealistic scenes because they seem so grinded in reality as you know it. The clothes were beautiful, the landscapes were beautiful, the people were beautiful, and oh the things that they said were beautiful. I really liked Summer, despite how others may tag her as manipulative and emotionless. It was not that she would not; it was that she could not feel anything substantial for Tom. But that did not make it any easier for her. And who doesn't love Tom Hansen? He is the perfect boy-next-door, shuffling about with an aw-shucks grin and dopey eyes. I'm not sure what I am supposed to take away from the movie, but hey, it was a enjoyable two hours. Hehe gotta get up early for work tomorrow, goodbye.

slippery slope

Just now, while scrolling through the facebook profiles of some random people, I felt an absolute disconnect with them. It was as if their lives and my life had always been parallel lines, never intersecting and careening off in their own directions. It is surreal to imagine that just five, six months ago, I was walking in the same compound as them, wearing the same grey uniform as them, even conversing and laughing with them. The rate at which we adapt to changes in life is almost scary to fathom. We are all in our little spheres, revolving away from each other, like flimsy filmy bubbles blown away from the same soapy stick and released into the wide wide world out there. I am probably never going to see some of these people again. How tragically beautiful all this is: the inevitable scruffing out of chalk-drawn relationship lines by the footsteps of time. The jimmy jib will be retracted, the clapboard will be closed for good, the lights will dim upon people whom we hold so dear right now. And all at the same time, we will prepare the very same stage-set for people to saunter in and strut their stuff.

But oh, I don’t want to- and I cannot- imagine that happening to some people in my life. Of course, there is always the promise to keep in touch, but face up to it, how many people really do make an effort to stay in your life? Or maybe it is just me, and that my whole life would be spent chasing after others. It just grows more and more tiring though.

Right now, things are changing so quickly at the workplace: casuals are reduced to working 3 days a week from next week; my sister said I may be able to intern at RazorTV; a few colleagues are becoming more and more annoying. I cannot bear the thought of being separated from HJ, YJ, PL and the ah mas right now. But the eventual time to do so can only draw closer and closer. Ah, that will be talk for another day though. In the meantime, life will run its own course..