Goodness this is a miracle I'm still alive and tapping away on my laptop. A full day of lessons from 0830 to 2030, followed closely by dance practice till 2230. Back in hall settling DnD stuff till 0000, and started filming from 0045 until 0530 in the morning. To top it all off, I had driving lessons at 0700 until 0900, before I had to head back hall to pick up my stuff. Supposedly ideally speaking I should have came back, packed up and already home by now, but the bed was just too alluring. Simply irresistable.
This week has really been a terribly hectic week. (Just consider the "no-time-ness" that I can't even blog a short paragraph.) Even if I was any freer, I'll probably not have the energy or concentration to write anything constructive or meaningful. Dance practices EVERY SINGLE night since monday. Felt real disappointed with myself, but I'm determined to pick up the pieces and put my disappointment to good effort. Watch out for me on 18 and 19 Feb!
Filming was unusually smooth and effective although it still took a while to get everything done. The heart-wrenching scene of the misunderstanding between Mel and Keith, leading to the intense pursuit and exclamation of their true feelings. Sounds good? I hope it looks looks too. The moment felt good. Being held close to his chest, tightly. Although I was required to struggle free from his embrace, I had rather just let my worn-out body laid on him. He seems more natural now as compared to the first few filmings. I guess me too. More comfortable with each other which is a good thing. Supposedly some credits goes to me for making the chemistry happen. Now my dear piglet sits in his room after this early morning's filming. I wonder how he's doing. Filming was suppose to resume at 10am after the night's filming, I wonder how they are doing now. I wonder if he is taking it fine. His eyes were all red and tired, to make things look worst he was sniffling as well. He seemed so dead-beat that I wish I could just pull him close and let him just rest at ease on my shoulders. To treat him like a little boy and tuck him into bed, whispering to him "Just let go of everything for now. Let me handle it for you.". I myself need that badly too. To be treated like a frail little child.
Well probably that's all for now. Got to get my butt up and about. Pack my stuff and head home for a thorough recuperation period. Ed, you too. You probably can't handle 6 hours of tuition in your present state. I don't wanna see you collapse, so I beg of you to take care of yourself. My body too is begging my mind to ease off for a while and get real decent sleep.
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