I think it's so easy to sink into something that feels easier to face. Something objective, with lines and rules and easier to follow and get done. With little feelings. Something like work.
I've been quite addicted to In the Sun by Joseph Arthur again recently. It's such a nice song to like strum and sing along and then just make up tunes on the way. Actually i like the lyrics, except I have some qualms about 'May God's love be with you' that is basically the chorus. So usually I would want to sing May the love be with you. It's just lyrics right. But I feel bad if i sing it. But the word god sounds the better definitely. But I'm not christian.
Anyhoo, I'm so happy that nuSTUDIOS has a newsletter up already! awesome! =)) It's something that marks a huge step to keeping the members involved with our matters. Now, we have to keep the website as updated as well, with maybe fuller articles on our updates, and more stuff under the member tab, like explaining productions stuff.
Now i have to worry about the turnout for our internal screenings/workshops, and the subcommittee thing is pretty half-cooked. Like getting them to feedback on what they're interested in, and consolidiating the information so that I know the next step.
Sorry im just listing out stuff that i've yet to do. Which actually comes a huge list and I kinda feel so lost as to where to start and do work. Luckily i got some great colleagues who are getting some stuff going.
Sorry. HAHa. I cant believe im talking about like workstuff on my blog. It's like somehow it's causing me inane stress for not being able to control everything. Especially since my work attitude is completely abhorrent for getting things done because I like to get things perfect. I have to slowly ease out of that. What is the use of getting it perfect when nothing comes out of it anyway!
I'm gonna go get some work done now.
=)
Hugs and thanks for reading guys even though i update so infrequently!






early morning there's a halo hanging from the corner of my girlfriend's four post bed.





