sleep is overrated

been in and out of towns for 2 weeks, thought i'd get a day off tomorrow but my plan was changed by 1 email i've got a few days ago at 3am.
was contracted to play at the Jeff Beck/Eric Clapton show. i think it's only the Beck part. without a doubt, i said yes to the email at 4am.
then the next couple of days i had to reschedule my students and a client meeting to next week.
this gig better pay well. or else i'd lose so much money, and sleep.

thought it wouldn't be a pleasant trip this time, but i felt renewed.
first off, i left my foundation kit at home. so spent $65 in shoppers to get replacements. turns out the Vichy stuff is pretty good. i think i'll keep on getting it. it's cheaper than the mismatched shade i got from mac.

then the rehearsals were tiring. i didn't look at the stuff beforehand, and found out we're playing Symphonie Classique... first thing in the morning after a 2 hr drive.
good that i've had my breakfast this time.
Alain Trudell was guest conducting. he's such a nice person and conductor to work with!
we were all confident about our entrances, the concert sounded awesome!
normally that doesn't happen, with... yeah. this place is too public to name names.
only positive stuff goes on my blog about work.
back to Alain.. he made me miss Andre! hope he'll be in Montreal in june when i visit. but i highly doubt it. must be either extremely busy with students or off to festivals.

k, now i gotta figure out how to get to the ACC without costing me an arm and a leg.
leaving in... 6 hrs?
that'll give me 5 hrs to sleep.
hurray!

day off freedom

showed up at the hall for a coach bus pick up half the orchestra for the Chatham run out concert last night.
there was no coach, only a mini airport bus and 3 limousines waiting.
but i saw some orchestra people loading into the minibus, so my carpool and i went to the driver.
he seated us into one of the limos before discovering that they don't have enough limos for people who are still coming.
it was about 15 mins pass our normal departure time when we left London.
ended up with 1 minibus and 6 limos.
it was nicely warm in the car, roomy, and luxurious.
except it was only a luxury sedan, not those stretchy ones.
we still don't know why there was no bus.
heard 2 versions:
1) from our driver - that some 300 odd people got stranded somewhere at a greyhound station so they needed to reroute our bus to transport those people.
2) from others - they don't have enough buses to transport crew and athletes at the olympics, so our bus is on route to Whistler.

either way, i'm totally fine with riding in a limo for a 1.5 hrs commute.
as long as i don't have to pay for it.

today is my day off.
i was looking forward to being a couch potato in front of the tv and maybe catch some of the olympics.
but the hostel is changing from rogers to bell, so all of their digital cable and internet services were cut.
not only i have no tv, i also have no internet.
so i'm now being cold at Starbucks, enjoying a green tea latte and my 3 hrs free wifi.
i wondering when they upgraded from 2 hrs to 3 hrs...?
and why is it always cold at Starbucks, no matter which one u go to???

anyway, gonna go back and watch 2 more episodes of 彊屍2. should've brought more episodes.
and maybe i'll go catch a movie or something tonight.

痛

喉嚨痛, 頭痛, 經痛, 背痛, 肩痛, 腳痛....
人老了, 機器都不靈.
最難頂的莫非是頭痛.
是時候去睡覺了, 解痛一下, 希望不會發惡夢了吧...

明天一定要起早, 那就可以去做 facial.
我有 10 次 facial credit, 一定要在那店關門大吉前全用掉.
之前 BoBo 買了 credit, 還剩 2 次它就閉業, 浪費了幾十完...
肉痛哦!!!!!!!

做一個好孩子

今天 Fan 媽媽大出血.
話說 AhFan 接送 Fan 媽媽辦年貨, 到 First Markham 的海味舖買東西給老襯.
只有一個感覺: 乾貨 = 很貴.
我也不甘示弱, 趁火打劫了一點... 只有一點...
我的戰利品包括:
一大包乾菊花
一大罐胎菊花
一大袋紅燒魚柳
3 個髮夾
嗯... 大部份都是吃的.
最近不停的吃韓式烤扁魚片 (自己烤的黑黑), 所以喉嚨痛 (T_T...)
而且睡的晚, Ikea 床褥又開始變形導致我腰酸背痛, 所以今晚一口氣喝了一壺胎菊蜂蜜茶.
好! 今晚早點睡!
明天開始每晚早睡, 再每早跑步!
我要今年好好完成新年願望~

p.s.
剛剛發覺戰利品 #1&2 跟 #3 有很大的衝突...

p.p.s.
不知道 BoBo 今晚在龍宴被人謀了多少...
明晚的團年飯要八些新聞回來.

another dream remembered

must be an invasion.
i was at home packing frantically, trying to gather as many supplies as possible.
the streets were filled with unfamiliar lifeforms, some about my height, some taller than an high rise building.
there were only 2 choices when you meet them: 1. run as fast as you could, or 2. fight like there's no tomorrow. choice #1 being the most common choice. but then, if they outrun you, then #2.
when it first hit the Earth, i was underground. the subway train was torn to shreds and when we come to, there were flying electrics and terrified passengers. we saw the beings and we all ran towards the surface.
that's when we saw apocalypse.

after i left home, i drove for a while until there's no more roads.
looks like they broke a lot of pavement too.
the hills were no safer than the city, not when size matters.
after crossing a river, which took the life out of me, i met with more survivors and we desperately look for a hideaway.

we hopped onto a working train, but was soon caught up by more strong electricity zapping monsters.
just about the last moment, we saw a safe house when the train came to a halt.
we ran into the house, and like magic, the lifeforms seem to be blocked by an invisible barrier.
it's humanity's last refuge.
there are places like these all over the globe, it's just the matter of making it there.
we arrived and immediately people fed us and showed us how the house works.
it neutralizes those monsters if they enter the house, leaving them powerless and mortal.
we killed one of them when it crossed the threshold. my dad stabbed it till its eyes popped out. gruesome, but victorious!

everything within the house can be self replenished. food, water, waste, and even sun light can be recycled.
what surprised me was that this ark can be expanded when more people join in, and eventually it turned into a ship.
when we took sail and departed from the crumpled land we once called home, i was zapped back into reality.

good morning.

a dream writtened down

i was a brilliant, well loved film actor in his early 30's.
after a premier of one of my latest film in Taiwan, i talked to the audience on the spur of moment and told them i'll be forever gone in the industry.
my agent came and reverted my speech and pulled me over and asked me why.
without saying much, i left the theatre, depressed.
i was walking around the streets, there are so many kinds of food and entertainment, but nothing interests me.
all i could think about was different ways to end my pathetic life.

took an elevator up an old tall building, and saw a port near by.
before going there, a couple youngsters were skateboarding and saw me.
"jump! jump! jump! come on, do it, old man!" was what they were encouraging.
when i was ready to take the plunge, my agent showed up some way behind and one of the boys slipped down the edge.
i hurriedly look for the stairs and went to grab him before he made his way down to hell.
"u weren't ready to die, see? u saved him because u treasure life still." said my agent.
"i saved him because... just leave me alone." was my reply.

now i'm at the port. my agent was walking alongside trying to figure out the reason of my depression.
while we were watching some people setting up their inflatable float boat, a man mugged and killed a person from not too far away.
he ran toward us and i grabbed him.
after some short thinking, i've decided to take him out for a dive into the waters.
we sank and sank and sank...

when i woke, i was at a hospital bed.
an inspector spoke to me on the left while his partner looked out the window at the far right. it was eerily quiet - i was used to reporters outside the door waiting for an interview. guess they haven't got wind of this yet.
i was so disappointed that i'm still alive. at that point, i told him the reason.
i had a wife with child, whose lives i accidentally took away. in deep sorrow, i suffocated my first child of 5 years to eternal slumber.
the next logical step would be taking my own life.
sobbing weakly on the bed, i slowly looked towards the inspector eyeing the surgical knife next to him.
after a few minutes, he helped me slit my wrist.
damn inspector, too weak a cut and not deep enough. made me wait for a slow departure.

when i woke once more, i was at home.
long stitches, yet another unsuccessful attempt.
this time i was surrounded by men from the family. men who only wanted to use my fame to get what they want.
yet there is a young man in the midst. his father asks, "can u help out my boy? he has talents. boy, show ur uncle."
i was reluctant to help, but my hands were already gesturing corrections.

then i woke.
i am now a freelance violist who just woke from a dream about a depressed suicidal actor.
all i could think about is how hungry i am because it's way passed my lunch time.

- the end -

bad habits should be bannnnnnnnned

gotta sleep earlier... sleeping too long is making me ache!
on the other hand, i'm recovering from 2 weeks of London.
and during my spare time between students - the school scheduled a 1.5 hrs gap for some retard reason, i'm learning violin concertos at that time. XD
i think i've got Barber first movement under my fingers.
now off to Bruch, revisited.

finished rewatching 殭屍 1, now i'm on 殭屍 2.
and Being Human is back for series 2! so i'm following that whenever a new one comes out. pity to say, series 1 is so much better.
and i'm looking forward to Feb 5! Lost will start its final season!