Dear fellow waxduckies,
Greetings.
Again, listening to holiday music on www.windowsmedia.com . Thru my speaker this time. It's 0325 here in Hong Kong. Mr. Cold Front has finally arrived! Welcome, Mr. Front. Thanks to you, I'm experiencing this natural nice'n cool A/C temperature of 18.8 degrees Celsius. Although our government does recommend us setting our A/Cs' temp. at 25.5 degrees Celsius, but I suppose it's ok for you, Mr. Front, to control our natural A/C here in Hong Kong.
One thing's so exciting is that I've noticed that we've got quite a lot of waxcells taken very quickly in such a short time, perhaps due to the bright prospect of this property, being close to major internet highways connecting Shenyx Zhenux, Macao Gaming Zone Alpha, and HiKrosystem 7, cyber railway stations 00101, 01010, and 10100, numerous virtual omnibus and minibus lines, and, most importantly, dozens strips of specialized, diverse mega shopping, sports, recreational, cultural, educational, and business complexes.
Duck Times's IT editor Weng A. Xi points out our phenomenal market potential on Bloombuck Channel's Weekend Late Night Wax Edition on Sunday right after Waxduck's grand launch, "We're definitely seeing tons of well-off, independent young urban professionals, examinational savvy secondary school and college students, and hordes of kidults who're so proud of their alternative lifestyles flooding into this landscape. Nothing can be more amazing than this 21st century portal through which the global citizens express themselves and interact with each other in multidimensional means: in written and spoken words, in photos and graphics, in animations and videos."
Waxduck - Power to the People!
Regards,
Tangbro
Friday, January 05, 2007
Rise & Shine, Waxduckies!
(Visit www.waxduck.hk !)
Dear fellow waxduckies,
Greetings.
It's Tangbro here. Time's 0314 here in Hong Kong. Listening to some holiday music on www.windowsmedia.com through my headphone.
First of all, it's Waxduck's birthday, so...Happy Birthday to you, Waxduck! And to many of those who just started blogging here...Many happy returns!
Was browsing quite a number of blogs here. Luv using the function "F" on the bar at the top of the "excel". I got to click on the "most visited" and the "recently updated" blogs. Can't help myself thinking about how my blog can reach the top of the "most visited" chart. Very tempting. But, oh well, I'd rather have some buddies who'd be leaving me messages pretty constantly.
"V"'s quite fun to click on. You can choose to reveal all the tiny little hidden icon images, which is quite a beauty. "O"'s quite a thrilling ride, I dare say. Try it. The "W" and the "random-fun-fact" link at "T" are quite interesting.
What cracked me up most are the two pre-recorded "help" segments at "H", which are quite informative as well as entertaining. I was actually bored and curious enough to take out my watch and time the two lovely pieces of vocal performances.
The authoritative "male-voice" is actually a proud 14-minute long presentation, while the "female-voice", thank God, is only a whopping 7-minute sweet-and-cute lafer. I applaud the lady's comical efforts, especially during the section when she starts talking about "cookies", which is outlandishly funny. No one should miss it. Neither should you.
For those of you who might be bored at times in the future and wanna have some harmless, silly fun here at Waxduck, you can play the "Make-the-guy-roll-only-one-of-his-eyes" game.
To play, all you have to do is to click yourselves in and, note that the direction of the gaze of the guy "Bill", who's responsible for welcoming you the entrants, is controlled by your mice. You may find certain locations on the screen where you may move your arrows about and see how "Bill" is capable of rolling only one of his eyeballs. Bravo, Bill.
Last but not least, since I'm curious about what you guys and gals, the tenants, would like to listen to on our radio here at Waxduck, your suggestions and future comments are more than welcome. Got any ideas? Ideas that are SEMI-NON-SENSE, INFRA-NERDY, ULTRA-GEEKY, MONO-JOLLY, BI-FREAKY, and TRI-CHEESY? Please feel free to email me at tangbro@yahoo.com. Many thanks!
Till later, fellow waxduckies.
Regards,
Tangbro
Dear fellow waxduckies,
Greetings.
It's Tangbro here. Time's 0314 here in Hong Kong. Listening to some holiday music on www.windowsmedia.com through my headphone.
First of all, it's Waxduck's birthday, so...Happy Birthday to you, Waxduck! And to many of those who just started blogging here...Many happy returns!
Was browsing quite a number of blogs here. Luv using the function "F" on the bar at the top of the "excel". I got to click on the "most visited" and the "recently updated" blogs. Can't help myself thinking about how my blog can reach the top of the "most visited" chart. Very tempting. But, oh well, I'd rather have some buddies who'd be leaving me messages pretty constantly.
"V"'s quite fun to click on. You can choose to reveal all the tiny little hidden icon images, which is quite a beauty. "O"'s quite a thrilling ride, I dare say. Try it. The "W" and the "random-fun-fact" link at "T" are quite interesting.
What cracked me up most are the two pre-recorded "help" segments at "H", which are quite informative as well as entertaining. I was actually bored and curious enough to take out my watch and time the two lovely pieces of vocal performances.
The authoritative "male-voice" is actually a proud 14-minute long presentation, while the "female-voice", thank God, is only a whopping 7-minute sweet-and-cute lafer. I applaud the lady's comical efforts, especially during the section when she starts talking about "cookies", which is outlandishly funny. No one should miss it. Neither should you.
For those of you who might be bored at times in the future and wanna have some harmless, silly fun here at Waxduck, you can play the "Make-the-guy-roll-only-one-of-his-eyes" game.
To play, all you have to do is to click yourselves in and, note that the direction of the gaze of the guy "Bill", who's responsible for welcoming you the entrants, is controlled by your mice. You may find certain locations on the screen where you may move your arrows about and see how "Bill" is capable of rolling only one of his eyeballs. Bravo, Bill.
Last but not least, since I'm curious about what you guys and gals, the tenants, would like to listen to on our radio here at Waxduck, your suggestions and future comments are more than welcome. Got any ideas? Ideas that are SEMI-NON-SENSE, INFRA-NERDY, ULTRA-GEEKY, MONO-JOLLY, BI-FREAKY, and TRI-CHEESY? Please feel free to email me at tangbro@yahoo.com. Many thanks!
Till later, fellow waxduckies.
Regards,
Tangbro
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
OutKidast
Benjamin, Op. 3000 Premiering at the Carnetoon Netwall at 7pm on Friday, November 3rd, 2006Grammy-winning hip-hop duo OutKast's Mr. Andre Benjamin, a.k.a Andre 3000, co-created a new animated series Class of 3000 (Click me to visit) for the Cartoon Network. He writes the music for the show and does the voice of the main character Sunny Bridges.
Check out Mr. Benjamin's recent interview on NPR's Fresh Air here.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Second of October
Dear Mr. Net,
Greetings.
Yesterday. All my troubles seemed so far away.
Not.
Yesterday was horrible. Bloody painful.
I attended a cell group leader training course at church in Shatin along with Keung and Gary, my fellow brothers from my church. After the course Gary and I went for a snack at the "infamous" KFC at City One Shatin (a major housing estate here in Shatin, comprising 52 blocks of 27 to 32-storey apartment buildings that, according to the local estate agency firm Centaline Property Agency Limited's website www.centanet.com, have an adjusted unit price of HK$3041 per square feet as of 30th December, 2005).
Gary and I talked about how I'm getting along with others in my cell group.
"You've got anyone you can talk to in your cell group?" He asked.
Good question.
Answer to myself? Yes and no.
My mood just plummeted.
I got home. Parents were there.
Went into the kitchen.
Got a carton of Tropicana Pure Premium® (www.tropicana.com) orange juice out of the fridge.
Poured myself a cup.
Went out and sat down at the dining table.
Had several gulps of the sweet and sour juice.
I broke into tears.
Dad asked me what happened. Mom tried to get me talking. Dad stopped Mom.
More gulps.
More tears.
Ran back into my cell. Picked up the cordless phone. Dialed a number.
"Hello," answered Matt, my former pastor/counselor/friend.
We talked for a while. He asked me to call him back after 10:30 pm.
We haven't talked for quite a long while. Maybe at least a year. The last time we met was at my friend Gavin's wedding.
Around 10:30 pm I took a shower, took my bike, and got out. I rode along the Shing Mun River ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shing_Mun_River ). Crossed a bridge. Picked a spot near Sha Tin Racecourse to stop.
Around 11:00 pm I got out my cellphone and dialed the number again.
We talked. Actually, I talked more. I just talked and talked and talked, babbling a lot of times. I talked about myself feeling depressed, stressed out, and hopeless. I talked about how I spent numerous evenings wandering, going to the cinemas, staying up late watching TV at night or even throughout the night till 5:00 am or 6:00 am early in the morning.
"Wow, you're really lonely," Matt giggled, which made me feel terrible, even though that might be a fact.
I talked about my wrongdoings. My sinful behaviour. My indulgence.
I raised my voice. I yelled. I complained. I slashed out. I paused.
There's lot of pent-up anger towards myself.
Towards dad.
Towards God.
And after one and a half hours, Matt finally struck out.
"I got nothing to say. What you said was more or less the same as what I heard from you two years ago. Pardon me, since I'm not the kind of person who'd say that I appreciate your sharing of your feelings. But, know this, that what you talked about. . . this. . . self-hatred. . .self-pity. . . was. . .
boring.
You know, when my friends and I chat about things, my friends will provide some new insights," spoke Matt bluntly.
Boring?
I was so shocked.
Bludgeoned.
Squashed.
I appreciated his frankness, and I knew that's him. He's Matt, and Matt's like that.
But it hurt.
A lot.
"Hope that next time when I talk to you, something more interesting will come up," said Matt.
And that was it.
That was the conversation I've looked forward to since we last talked.
I was soured.
I got on my bike and slowly paddled home with this fatigue in my soul.
I thought to myself, "boring, eh?
Boring, am I?
Is that what I am?
A boring bugger.
A whining wanker.
A juvenile jerk.
What if Matt's right?
What if Matt's right about what I talked about and how I talked?
Boring.
What if he's right?"
I just assumed away.
Excruciatingly.
I just assumed that Matt's just telling the truth, spilling it out.
Maybe he's got a point.
Honestly, who will like to befriend a whiner?
Still, it hurt.
A lot.
Back home, I went to bed.
I prayed, reflecting on the time and money I squandered.
I thought about how I got my parents worried.
God.
Do you see me as a whiner?
And what if you do?
Then what?
What am I gonna do about it?
Yours sincerely,
B. H.
Greetings.
Yesterday. All my troubles seemed so far away.
Not.
Yesterday was horrible. Bloody painful.
I attended a cell group leader training course at church in Shatin along with Keung and Gary, my fellow brothers from my church. After the course Gary and I went for a snack at the "infamous" KFC at City One Shatin (a major housing estate here in Shatin, comprising 52 blocks of 27 to 32-storey apartment buildings that, according to the local estate agency firm Centaline Property Agency Limited's website www.centanet.com, have an adjusted unit price of HK$3041 per square feet as of 30th December, 2005).
Gary and I talked about how I'm getting along with others in my cell group.
"You've got anyone you can talk to in your cell group?" He asked.
Good question.
Answer to myself? Yes and no.
My mood just plummeted.
I got home. Parents were there.
Went into the kitchen.
Got a carton of Tropicana Pure Premium® (www.tropicana.com) orange juice out of the fridge.
Poured myself a cup.
Went out and sat down at the dining table.
Had several gulps of the sweet and sour juice.
I broke into tears.
Dad asked me what happened. Mom tried to get me talking. Dad stopped Mom.
More gulps.
More tears.
Ran back into my cell. Picked up the cordless phone. Dialed a number.
"Hello," answered Matt, my former pastor/counselor/friend.
We talked for a while. He asked me to call him back after 10:30 pm.
We haven't talked for quite a long while. Maybe at least a year. The last time we met was at my friend Gavin's wedding.
Around 10:30 pm I took a shower, took my bike, and got out. I rode along the Shing Mun River ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shing_Mun_River ). Crossed a bridge. Picked a spot near Sha Tin Racecourse to stop.
Around 11:00 pm I got out my cellphone and dialed the number again.
We talked. Actually, I talked more. I just talked and talked and talked, babbling a lot of times. I talked about myself feeling depressed, stressed out, and hopeless. I talked about how I spent numerous evenings wandering, going to the cinemas, staying up late watching TV at night or even throughout the night till 5:00 am or 6:00 am early in the morning.
"Wow, you're really lonely," Matt giggled, which made me feel terrible, even though that might be a fact.
I talked about my wrongdoings. My sinful behaviour. My indulgence.
I raised my voice. I yelled. I complained. I slashed out. I paused.
There's lot of pent-up anger towards myself.
Towards dad.
Towards God.
And after one and a half hours, Matt finally struck out.
"I got nothing to say. What you said was more or less the same as what I heard from you two years ago. Pardon me, since I'm not the kind of person who'd say that I appreciate your sharing of your feelings. But, know this, that what you talked about. . . this. . . self-hatred. . .self-pity. . . was. . .
boring.
You know, when my friends and I chat about things, my friends will provide some new insights," spoke Matt bluntly.
Boring?
I was so shocked.
Bludgeoned.
Squashed.
I appreciated his frankness, and I knew that's him. He's Matt, and Matt's like that.
But it hurt.
A lot.
"Hope that next time when I talk to you, something more interesting will come up," said Matt.
And that was it.
That was the conversation I've looked forward to since we last talked.
I was soured.
I got on my bike and slowly paddled home with this fatigue in my soul.
I thought to myself, "boring, eh?
Boring, am I?
Is that what I am?
A boring bugger.
A whining wanker.
A juvenile jerk.
What if Matt's right?
What if Matt's right about what I talked about and how I talked?
Boring.
What if he's right?"
I just assumed away.
Excruciatingly.
I just assumed that Matt's just telling the truth, spilling it out.
Maybe he's got a point.
Honestly, who will like to befriend a whiner?
Still, it hurt.
A lot.
Back home, I went to bed.
I prayed, reflecting on the time and money I squandered.
I thought about how I got my parents worried.
God.
Do you see me as a whiner?
And what if you do?
Then what?
What am I gonna do about it?
Yours sincerely,
B. H.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
First of October
Dear Mr. Net,
Greetings.
Reporting "live" from Market Centric Limited, an advertising agency where my sister Joyce's working as an assistant art director, here on the second floor of a building called The WorkStation located on 43 Lyndhurst Terrace, Central, I'm here sitting at her colleague's desk, using his/her pc to, once again, write about how I've been living my life here in Hong Kong.
Around six in the evening I took the 87D bus to Tsim Sha Tsui sitting at the front on the upper deck. Got off on Middle Road near the Chungking Mansions. Walked across Nathan Road. Went down a tunnel and came back up to the ground at 1 Peking Road. Reached a crossing on Canton Road. Spotted two "ordinary," casually-dressed young men busily cleaning the display at a Dior shop, working in such a narrow space between the huge glass panels and the logos.
Passed the Grand Ocean cinema, noticing that a worker's setting up a red carpet for tonight's premiere of Johnny To's "Exiled." Walked to the ferry pier. Crossed the harbour. Got off the ferry. Walked down into a tunnel again. Came up at the Edinburgh Place right infront of the Hong Kong office of HSBC. Got some cash at an ATM machine. Strolled down Queen's Road Central. Passed the Landmark Mandarin Oriental, Harvey Nichols. Went up to a 7-11 on D'Aguilar Street to add value to my Octopus.
Gave my sister a call. She came down from her office, and we hit for supper at Wang Fu, a Chinese restaurant serving Beijing cuisine. We ordered dumplings, sour cabbage, roast shredded pork served with Chinese tortilla-like bread, and Wang Fu hors d'oeuvre.
Yours sincerely,
B. H.
Greetings.
Reporting "live" from Market Centric Limited, an advertising agency where my sister Joyce's working as an assistant art director, here on the second floor of a building called The WorkStation located on 43 Lyndhurst Terrace, Central, I'm here sitting at her colleague's desk, using his/her pc to, once again, write about how I've been living my life here in Hong Kong.
Around six in the evening I took the 87D bus to Tsim Sha Tsui sitting at the front on the upper deck. Got off on Middle Road near the Chungking Mansions. Walked across Nathan Road. Went down a tunnel and came back up to the ground at 1 Peking Road. Reached a crossing on Canton Road. Spotted two "ordinary," casually-dressed young men busily cleaning the display at a Dior shop, working in such a narrow space between the huge glass panels and the logos.
Passed the Grand Ocean cinema, noticing that a worker's setting up a red carpet for tonight's premiere of Johnny To's "Exiled." Walked to the ferry pier. Crossed the harbour. Got off the ferry. Walked down into a tunnel again. Came up at the Edinburgh Place right infront of the Hong Kong office of HSBC. Got some cash at an ATM machine. Strolled down Queen's Road Central. Passed the Landmark Mandarin Oriental, Harvey Nichols. Went up to a 7-11 on D'Aguilar Street to add value to my Octopus.
Gave my sister a call. She came down from her office, and we hit for supper at Wang Fu, a Chinese restaurant serving Beijing cuisine. We ordered dumplings, sour cabbage, roast shredded pork served with Chinese tortilla-like bread, and Wang Fu hors d'oeuvre.
Yours sincerely,
B. H.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Fourth of August
Dear Mr. Net,
Greetings.
Would like to continue reporting on what I've accomplished this week.
Monday, 14th August, 2006
Met my pastor Paul at 9:45 am in Yau Ma Tei MTR station. We went to visit Mrs. Leung and her son Mr. Leung, who, literally, live under an overpass near the Eaton Hotel on Nathan Road. We had a nice chat with them.
Around 11:30 am, Paul and I had lunch in Jordan. We had a nice chat as well. He talked about his college days in the Canadian city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, how he and other Asian students financed their education by working various odd jobs like selling Asian grocery in the basement, cutting down Christmas trees, subletting rooms of his house, giving his classmates tutorials, course notes, and tips on exam questions, and even selling original Chinese paintings he created in an arts fair. How fun. Afterwards, we talked while we walked to the Star House in Tsim Sha Tsui. He talked a little bit about how he stopped doing business, started working at church, and eventually decided to become a pastor.
That evening I went to two HKIFF Summer Pops screenings at the Hong Kong Arts Centre's Agnes b. CINEMA!
7:00 pm
Monday (Japan/2000/Col/100 mins)
Dir: SABU
"It all begins with an exploding corpse in a solemn funeral. A young man wakes up in a hotel room suffering from amnesia. As he searches his memory banks, he remembers a nightclub, lots of killing and cops giving chase. When he opens the curtain, the hotel is indeed surrounded by cops... Sabu animates Monday with quiet madness, creating hilariously absurd situations and visually accentuating them with awkward orchestrations of his characters. Nobody packs so much explosive surprises in a dark comedy."
9:00 pm
Eli, Eli, Lema Sabachthani? (Japan/2005/Col/107 mins)
Dir: Aoyama Shinji
"Japanese director Aoyama Shinji's Eli, Eli, Lema Sabachthani?, which screened in Un Certain Regard at Cannes 2005, is a film, as the director expresses it, about the "dark winter" of human life. Set in the not-too-distant year of 2015. Its narrative revolves around an aggressive viral infection that causes its hosts to commit a final and desperate act of suicide. With a characteristic Japanese touch, nature plays a pivotal role in Aoyama's films. It is perhaps the only force retarding humankind's eventual demise, even if it can only hold the end at bay for a short while."
Tuesday, 15th August, 2006
Met Gillian at her father's Chinese restaurant, the Coral Seafood Restaurant, in Sai Wan. I wanted to do some observations for Thursday's film-shoot, since I would be playing a restaurant owner. I had the honour to meet Gillian's dad, his friends, and his colleagues, including the most courteous manager I've ever met and the gentlemanly head chef. The vivacious group were eating and drinking, kicking back and enjoying their hotpot dinner, at their own round table, as if they were a bunch of ancient Chinese swordsmen, heroes, and kung fu masters with each of them possessing a distinctive personality.
Later I stayed at Gillian's place watching DVDs till six in the morning, I think.
Wednesday, 16th August, 2006
Gillian and I watched her performance in the play "Under the Banyan Tree" and a musical called "Rats." We also watched "Bruce Almighty" (starring Jim Carrey, Jennifer Aniston, and Morgan Freeman). Then we slept for a few hours till noon. We woke up and went to APA, as we had an Orientation Camp meeting that afternoon from 2 to 4. Afterwards I went back home to get the DV camcorder and came back to APA to return it to Octavius. Ran into Birdy in the drama school's common room, and we left together. She went to get herself a pair of pants, and I went to the Deluxe Sandwich Express near the Southorn Playground to get myself a nice'n delicious egg salad sub and a freshly-made apple juice. What a meal!
Then we took the bus 104 to the Polytechnic University in Hung Hom where Birdy had a rehearsal for a play for the Hong Kong Drama Festival. Ah Kwun's in it, too. Around eleven Ah Kwun, Birdy, and I went to East Tsim Sha Tsui. We had our supper and went to the 11:50 screening of "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest" at the Chinachem cinema on Mody Road. I was so impressed by the size of the theatre and the screen. They even had curtain across the front of the screen, an oddity in cinemas nowadays, which I absolutely adored. They even had screenings at 1:30 and 3:30 in the morning. Can you believe that?
"Pirates" was a 150-minute long entertaining blockbuster. Noisy. Lots of drumming (a Caribbean necessity perhaps). Quite a number of funny bits. I liked the swinging bony cageball. And the fruity Johnny Depp kebab. Didn't know that the squidhead Davy Jones was played by the wonderful Bill Nighy. Depp's a cutey as usual.
Signing off for now.
Yours sincerely,
B. H.
Greetings.
Would like to continue reporting on what I've accomplished this week.
Monday, 14th August, 2006
Met my pastor Paul at 9:45 am in Yau Ma Tei MTR station. We went to visit Mrs. Leung and her son Mr. Leung, who, literally, live under an overpass near the Eaton Hotel on Nathan Road. We had a nice chat with them.
Around 11:30 am, Paul and I had lunch in Jordan. We had a nice chat as well. He talked about his college days in the Canadian city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, how he and other Asian students financed their education by working various odd jobs like selling Asian grocery in the basement, cutting down Christmas trees, subletting rooms of his house, giving his classmates tutorials, course notes, and tips on exam questions, and even selling original Chinese paintings he created in an arts fair. How fun. Afterwards, we talked while we walked to the Star House in Tsim Sha Tsui. He talked a little bit about how he stopped doing business, started working at church, and eventually decided to become a pastor.
That evening I went to two HKIFF Summer Pops screenings at the Hong Kong Arts Centre's Agnes b. CINEMA!
7:00 pm
Monday (Japan/2000/Col/100 mins)
Dir: SABU
"It all begins with an exploding corpse in a solemn funeral. A young man wakes up in a hotel room suffering from amnesia. As he searches his memory banks, he remembers a nightclub, lots of killing and cops giving chase. When he opens the curtain, the hotel is indeed surrounded by cops... Sabu animates Monday with quiet madness, creating hilariously absurd situations and visually accentuating them with awkward orchestrations of his characters. Nobody packs so much explosive surprises in a dark comedy."
9:00 pm
Eli, Eli, Lema Sabachthani? (Japan/2005/Col/107 mins)
Dir: Aoyama Shinji
"Japanese director Aoyama Shinji's Eli, Eli, Lema Sabachthani?, which screened in Un Certain Regard at Cannes 2005, is a film, as the director expresses it, about the "dark winter" of human life. Set in the not-too-distant year of 2015. Its narrative revolves around an aggressive viral infection that causes its hosts to commit a final and desperate act of suicide. With a characteristic Japanese touch, nature plays a pivotal role in Aoyama's films. It is perhaps the only force retarding humankind's eventual demise, even if it can only hold the end at bay for a short while."
Tuesday, 15th August, 2006
Met Gillian at her father's Chinese restaurant, the Coral Seafood Restaurant, in Sai Wan. I wanted to do some observations for Thursday's film-shoot, since I would be playing a restaurant owner. I had the honour to meet Gillian's dad, his friends, and his colleagues, including the most courteous manager I've ever met and the gentlemanly head chef. The vivacious group were eating and drinking, kicking back and enjoying their hotpot dinner, at their own round table, as if they were a bunch of ancient Chinese swordsmen, heroes, and kung fu masters with each of them possessing a distinctive personality.
Later I stayed at Gillian's place watching DVDs till six in the morning, I think.
Wednesday, 16th August, 2006
Gillian and I watched her performance in the play "Under the Banyan Tree" and a musical called "Rats." We also watched "Bruce Almighty" (starring Jim Carrey, Jennifer Aniston, and Morgan Freeman). Then we slept for a few hours till noon. We woke up and went to APA, as we had an Orientation Camp meeting that afternoon from 2 to 4. Afterwards I went back home to get the DV camcorder and came back to APA to return it to Octavius. Ran into Birdy in the drama school's common room, and we left together. She went to get herself a pair of pants, and I went to the Deluxe Sandwich Express near the Southorn Playground to get myself a nice'n delicious egg salad sub and a freshly-made apple juice. What a meal!
Then we took the bus 104 to the Polytechnic University in Hung Hom where Birdy had a rehearsal for a play for the Hong Kong Drama Festival. Ah Kwun's in it, too. Around eleven Ah Kwun, Birdy, and I went to East Tsim Sha Tsui. We had our supper and went to the 11:50 screening of "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest" at the Chinachem cinema on Mody Road. I was so impressed by the size of the theatre and the screen. They even had curtain across the front of the screen, an oddity in cinemas nowadays, which I absolutely adored. They even had screenings at 1:30 and 3:30 in the morning. Can you believe that?
"Pirates" was a 150-minute long entertaining blockbuster. Noisy. Lots of drumming (a Caribbean necessity perhaps). Quite a number of funny bits. I liked the swinging bony cageball. And the fruity Johnny Depp kebab. Didn't know that the squidhead Davy Jones was played by the wonderful Bill Nighy. Depp's a cutey as usual.
Signing off for now.
Yours sincerely,
B. H.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Braving the 2nd Round of "5 Takes" Casting
Dear Mr. Net,
Greetings.
Just about two hours ago I submitted my vlog and blog to the Discovery Travel & Living team for casting purpose for its show "5 Takes" just barely in time before the midnight deadline. What a thrill!
My friend Fung sent me the finished product at around nine in the evening. He was supposed to send me a preliminary version at noon, since he promised so on Friday night when we met in Wong Tai Sin for more discussion on the project. He gave me a call to let me know that he had already emailed it to me. I asked him how long he had been working on it. "Since two in the afternoon," he confessed honestly. "You were supposed to let me see a tentative version by noon," I slashed out at him, as I went nuts when I checked my email at noon and found nothing.
Anyway, the finished vlog is surprisingly moving with the photos and the music of Johann Pachelbel's "Canon in D Major" accompanying the narration. Something to be corrected though. The cast photo of UW-Madison's University Theatre's production of Stephen Sondheim's "Merrily We Roll Along" should not be spliced with the photo taken by the Thames in London with fellow classmates of the RADA's summer school.
Something to be improved. The pic of the Fountain Brewery at Edinburgh should be placed in a different spot rather than the current one when I said, "Lots of fun," as if I had lots of fun at the brewery flooding pints after pints into my belly, which was absolutely not the case.
Whatever.
I cannot thank Fung and Barry enough for their terrific, hard work in this project.
Thank you, Fung! Thank you, Barry! Couldn't have done it without you guys!
Yours sincerely,
B. H.
Greetings.
Just about two hours ago I submitted my vlog and blog to the Discovery Travel & Living team for casting purpose for its show "5 Takes" just barely in time before the midnight deadline. What a thrill!
My friend Fung sent me the finished product at around nine in the evening. He was supposed to send me a preliminary version at noon, since he promised so on Friday night when we met in Wong Tai Sin for more discussion on the project. He gave me a call to let me know that he had already emailed it to me. I asked him how long he had been working on it. "Since two in the afternoon," he confessed honestly. "You were supposed to let me see a tentative version by noon," I slashed out at him, as I went nuts when I checked my email at noon and found nothing.
Anyway, the finished vlog is surprisingly moving with the photos and the music of Johann Pachelbel's "Canon in D Major" accompanying the narration. Something to be corrected though. The cast photo of UW-Madison's University Theatre's production of Stephen Sondheim's "Merrily We Roll Along" should not be spliced with the photo taken by the Thames in London with fellow classmates of the RADA's summer school.
Something to be improved. The pic of the Fountain Brewery at Edinburgh should be placed in a different spot rather than the current one when I said, "Lots of fun," as if I had lots of fun at the brewery flooding pints after pints into my belly, which was absolutely not the case.
Whatever.
I cannot thank Fung and Barry enough for their terrific, hard work in this project.
Thank you, Fung! Thank you, Barry! Couldn't have done it without you guys!
Yours sincerely,
B. H.
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