"bye bye my baby walk on by sometimes love hurts so bad till you cannot cry it eats you up like fire yet we dunno why don't you cry, we've ran outta time"
"bye bye my baby walk on by i could hear your voice, even though it isn't right you lift me up like a fallen king every time i live just next door to the sky; just some regular guy goodbye"
"bye bye my baby walk on by sometimes it ain't the reasons: we just don't try just rest your head when i fall down from the skies i'm just an angel in the night, without my wings or my light"
"bye bye my baby walk on by don't you lose your head cos we live in a different time sometimes there's some things gold and silver cannot buy i've been thinking 'bout your love, i never think that i would mind i don't mind"
"bye bye my baby walk on by sometimes love hurts so bad till you cannot cry it eats you up like fire yet we dunno why don't you cry, we've ran outta time goodbye"
I woke up this morning and all I could think of is this. That's sad. Now i'm behind time trying to finish up my work. Darn. And I'll be at the island tomorrow?! Gasp. But heck. Another song's done. :wink:
Check this out! Was headed down town and passing all these lights and gasp! All that signs of a scary X'Mas coming up!
6 Stars instead of 5?!
Is that the horns of the devil?!
Okay okay, just thought I wanted to point out how badly designed some of our decorations are. Every year there's bound to be some really horrible no-nos popping up where, not the people putting up, but the people who design the streets' dressing just somehow screw it up.
Thankfully of course, there are always some nice poised areas. Pity we couldn't get a good shot cos we were just going too fast in the car:
Just down Orchard Road
Right outside The Istana
Yes, head for The Istana and Raffles City area for some of those really nice chummy lights. Travel along the main streets along Orchard to get those cheesy lights. Head for the junction at The Heeren for 4 Little Drummer Boys who, frankly, looked like Telly-Tubs in disguise. Then hunt down Centrepoint - as always, they've spruced up the place like... Centrepoint.
Shocking revelation for my sleeplessness - here, have a look:
Now, most of you know I'm not a coffee drinker, but that's besides the point. I was definitely not in the right mental condition to study the packaging at all when I took the flu tabs yesterday - I read the instructions, but not the contents. I was just too curious as to why I couldn't sleep last night so I finally checked the packaging earlier this afternoon, and found out the tabs I took had 30mg of caffeine per tab! Now, the suggested intake was 2 for a start, and 1 every hour after, till symptoms disappear. Mine didn't go away till I decided to get out round 9pm for fresh air. I counted - I took 6 in total... that's a lot of caffeine for a day!
I'm not suggesting this tab is bad, but would serve as a good reminder for all of us to take a look at the contents before popping anything on a self-med basis.
So me being this not-so-much-a-coffee-love r, this tab busted my sleep. I lost rest, and now, am wide awake. Geez. [LINE] Was out for coffee with 2 hot babes, no prizes for guessing who:
[LINE] I'm gonna get thrashed for putting this next picture on, but I just can't resist!
My brother passed me his Lumix, so would be picture crazy from now on! :wink:
Oh gawd, I've been awake for close to the last 24 hours. At the rate I'm going, I wouldn't be able to recover from the bout of flu at all. Too many things are keeping me awake. Yet, can't think of anything that is keeping me awake.
I've been tossing desperately, counting sheeps, relaxing the body. Nothing works. But I want some winks. I'm getting none. Mercy please. :wink:
With woe - I'm down with a horrendous flu today, passing from a fever last night. I usually love rainy days, but today's just ain't making me feel any better, and it's been going on since dawn. I'm definitely getting out once the rain stops for some fresh air. Need that badly.
I do not have much of an update lately, but thanks so much to those who have been goading me on ever since the Home episode. Sadly, much cannot be decided nor elaborated with an update alone.
I seem to be adjusting quite well to being a bit of a lone-thinker, after all, thoughts do sell! And thinking is a better job than any other for now. For those who need a dose of freshness, check out www.nightalive.com for some new stuff.
I'll give my best shot in the coming days for this blog space soon. :wink:
Alrighty cyberspace~! Welcome to another edition of "I" by reqx! Isn't it interesting how easy it is to click on some blog, run through it, agree, disagree, or dismiss, then leave a message, run through other posts or just simple click on something else, even close the window?
We've sure come a long way, cyberspacemen!
And all of us are stars: put something provocative for the mind, the senses, or simply, something funny, and you get referals. Send them out to the web crawlers and bingo, you've got a following.
Aren't we all happy to be here? [LINE] I have, perhaps, entered one of the most interesting conversations tonight. There's been some discoveries, or rather, revelations, but most accurately, insights, into the world around me.
Homeless people are something quite non-existent in this very cosmopolitan place, but I was at the local convenience store earlier when I walked right past an old man sleeping at the platform to another storefront.
Poverty is in some way, minimal here. During supper, a man in a pressed shirt and tie came round the tables selling tissue paper. I refused politely, and the gentleman said in a stern voice, "Young man!" I turned round, controlling my patience, and refused politely again. [LINE] If I could be a stranger in a bus Alone in this world Unknown to everyone It could have been Any other way If I really am Would you walk with me? And talk to me? And laugh with me? Surely I am someone, don't take it away from me Give me my time, I know I'm awake Be with me Hold on to my hands Surely I am someone, don't take it away from me Be kind I know I'm awake Surely I am someone [LINE] I've been extremely disappointed with myself of late. To know that I have in many ways, underachieved, and unable to even survive makes me salivate at all other beings, including the pets in the house.
Perhaps I've been wrong about myself: actually, I'm wrong about myself in many ways too. I'm not as intelligent and clever as I thought I was. In fact, I've felt stupid and dumb about me as recent events unfold.
Its never too good to think too highly of oneself eh. [LINE] And what if things have changed? Would we stay together or go our seperate ways? And what if I did change? Will you stay forever? Will life be any better? Or will that make you happy?
I've so much to say, but now is not the time As much as you'll listen, it will never be as opened Oh, it will never be the same
And what if she's not mother? And what if he's not son? And what if there's a reason not to turn around and run? What if there's another? What if lives can change? Will we be together though we hate it this way
And what if I'm no longer? What if I can't talk? And what if I can't see or feel a reason to fear? What if there's another? Just what if I can change? Will you stay forever, forever this way [LINE] I love to imagine. It's like a form of escape, to be where I want to be or be someone I never thought I might be. It's about fantasising a being. To pretend, maybe, but definitely a form of get-away from reality when it gets a little too intense.
I've ever imagined myself as a can-picker, ya noe, one of those old ragged folks who goes round looking into bins looking for used soft drink cans. And I wondered where I would go to go find cans, the places I would be roaming, how people looked at me. And then, I become real all of a sudden: I am a can-picker! I go round picking up stuff that people throw away, like confidence, love, encouragement, and use them to fix things. Then I pick up vibes like trends and emotions to illustrate points; and not to forget, I pick up hatred, jealousy, and misery to alleviate those suffering from them.
Cool! I'm a can-picker! [LINE] You push it higher up You push it deeper in You take it into pieces with a reason in-between You wanna break apart You wanna rip before You're waiting in the shadow of what used to be before
And I feel
And what you ask, is what you'll get You've got yourself, you don't need rest And who's to stop? And who's your friend? You're in the mood Yeah You're in the mood! [LINE] Mom, I've lost faith. I'm sorry, but it seems so hard to move on. Now that I'm faced with the possibility of elimination by my own self, it feels so hopeless, I feel so hurt. I feel greived, yet, everyday, I pretend I'm doing fine. I'm not fine.
I remember sitting at McDonalds once, and there was this dude in a clean long sleeve white shirt sitting in a corner. He was staring outside, with a coffee that has cooled for a long time. I looked at him quite curiously, till someone at my table said that he was weird. Then I recall a little story about people retrenched with many mouths to feed.
And he looked llike one such person. They would stay out because they were retrenched to pretend they had work. Not that they are bumming - they'd attend interviews till the next job's found. But in the meantime, they'd pretend everything's okay.
I'm one of them now. [LINE] Love. You should be happy. To stay Again. True. I should be worried The stains, Are a proof of your life
There is sadness in your eyes Too many reasons why Before we lose our time. Tonight.
To lose all your senses.
To say, Again.
Wish. A silence too loud.
The frame, you've put in yourself.
There's a sadness in your eyes. Too many reasons why. And none that you can find... To fly. [LINE] I'm terrified of people lately. I can't seem to integrate anymore. I'm very afraid someone will pull another fast one on me, and it'll be over for me all over again.
I'm scared, gosh. I am.
If there's something I can do about it, that's to regain some trueness in this very very, fake is not a good word, but unreliable world. Everyone seemed to want something for something giving something. Does kindness not exist anymore? [LINE] Take your time to breathe from inside Mama will soon be by your side It's not easy
It's not easy.
There's no rush to open your eyes Dry your tears in the loveless night It ain't easy
It ain't easy
Fly like an angel Looking for a saviour Free.
Breathe a little longer Would you please?
You're not one or the other You're an angel free
Waiting for an answer, it's never been easy
Wait a while, would you mind Paint a picture of a broken picture It ain't easy [LINE] Trust is a forgotten word, but very familiar one. After being said about so much, I do not see a reason to trust anyone anymore. The only 5 I know I can count on at the moment...5.
I'm sorry, but I know at the end of the ride, I'll have only 3. I'm sorry but it's gonna be as such. My use is only so much, or rather, my usefulness is only that much. After that, I have only 3 to count on - how can I trust when I have been so, (blank for a descriptive), betrayed. [LINE] When we were together, we never need to cry Although we ever And it seems to be over, we could never say why The morning after
And time, has come, to say goodbye I'm missing you
To be where we were
Apart.
It's gonna be alright. But it's not alright. It really is not. I mean, it's not right. Why do I have to live as such? [LINE] I feel like signing off, but somehow, I stuck myself at the keyboard - just typing relentlessly to release an inert fabrication of frustration.
I think I'm just about done.
Remember Cast Away where Tom Hanks returns to civilisation. It's gonna be a re-integration process whereby... yeah. Re-integration. [LINE] I'd like to live for tomorrow, like I'd die for today Style is what I know, Savvy's all I can say Savage of the morning, savage right for our day Cool Cool I am
Just let out your eyes Shut out your lies Tonight Reach for the skies Hope you are satisfied.
Yes. The chessmaster mis-cues. He moves above his own good intents and runs into a check-mate. I gave my own game away because I did too much to justify that intent.
Hope you are satisfied. [LINE] Dear readers, what a mash of text tonight isn't it? Extracted from various books of thoughts and pennings that seem so incoherent. But wait! There's more coming up! [LINE] Further and further away Harder and harder to stay Maybe there'll be a day when we no longer hate That will be the day, Leaving behind what's not to be said.
Longer and longer days Maybe we'll find a way Writing words in your head In the winds of May These are the days Trying to remember what you've tried to forget. [LINE] My eyes are somewhat closing. But there's got to be some kind of, closure to this post isn't it. Strange thing is - I don't feel like I'm done.
For many many previous posts, I think I've missed out a lot of personal and private details. Things which I would not at any price, disclose in this very space. But somehow, tonight, it just seemed so appropriate to highlight points that I do not see as threats anymore.
I've always mentioned that I've nothing to lose and everything to gain. Aah. Good advice dispensed in the face of adversity and grief. But I never did really suffer, and I never did really grieved. Fact is, I've only dispensed, never once meant it on my own self - in somewhat appropriate fashion. I've tried helped many people come around on their critical turning points, and they've seemed to moved on much better than myself.
But fact is, who am I lying to? [LINE] Did you wish for anything? That wouldn't be as trapping? Or deceived? Or impairing? Even as haunting? Like a dreaming
Feeling wish you were dreaming, with me. [LINE] So ladies and gents, let's just say these are all posted under the heavy influence of emotions and alcohol, would you still read into it and learn from it? Even try to understand it further? Make it make sense? Or simply wave it off like another reqx post?
Cyberspacemen, remember, we exist for a reason, even though, like yourself, I do not know the meaning of my existence. But one thing's for sure, you're gonna take this post as another soapy dramatic piece of self-indulgence.
Allow me to proclaim this: you are no different a weakling like I am. You are no different a goal-getter like I am. And you are no different an ass of a nuthead, just like I am.
I'm tired of typing. And I am mentally exhuasted from all these thinking for the blog. I am gonna spend my time wisely from now on. And I'm gonna cut myself off from you. This is my last entry, until such time that I have something happy to report, dear cyberspacemen, adieu!
For this, I'll leave you with one last final song lyric I wrote, and you can download the various version from the site, http://www.nightalive.com, which I saved for months to acquire a neat little server to host all the MP3 files, that no one really bothers, and no one really gives a damn. I'm finally tearing down the site after the meeting later to determine if the final part of the Trilogy will be made.
I have a hunch, it's not gonna pull through. Glee to those who laughed at my stupidity, and rejoice to those who think I'm crap. And congrats for crushing this poor soul who has been a pillar of strength and a source of inspiration for a worthy few!
Yes! The game's reaching a final score. You're won, fellow cyberspacemen! You are reaching the highest possible score of the creator of this incredibly annonying blog! Tell me you want more! And the expansion pack might just be made! Leave your faithful nonsensical messages and rejoice! And pray that I would read them eventually! And consider doing the expansion to even more stupidity and farce!
Party it is, party it shall be!
I used to love you, fellow cyberspacemen. Not anymore! [LINE] I felt my heartbeat in my tight fists. It pulses like a machinery of anxiety. To know that you don't care makes me feel good. Because, I cared too much about what you think about all these posts. And yes, cyberspacemen, your turn will come when you'll shut and regret you ever were mean to "I" by reqx. [LINE] The following song is the last one recorded at Home Studio. It is also the last final song to be recorded under the group Nightsound. It is also the last song I wrote, working ever so closely with my ex-pal Joshua Chia. It is also the last song that I've penned that everyone, and anyone I know or who has heard it, said it was a nice song. It's also the only song I've written to complete a song. And this song, is also the fastest song I've ever written, composed, and recorded. This song is called "Heart".
And I hope, if you love this song, send me a message, send me a heart, send me some money, send me a greeting, send me an appreciation, send me anything other than stupid comments and insults cos I've received tons since day one of my life. Send me something nice, please, if not, don't send anything at all, don't listen to the song which sounds so stupid and dumb and fucked to you. Don't even bother. I'll really appreciate that. Many, many, many loves and thanks for not being mean to me for once.
HEART written, composed & arranged by REQ performed by NIGHTSOUND
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO STAYING UP AT 4 O'CLOCK? FORGET ALL THAT'S ALL BEHIND TO THINK ABOUT THE TIME WE SIT, AND CRIED
BUT I TALK TO MYSELF NO WORDS NOT A SOUND THERE'S EVIL AROUND HAUNTING ME BUT I TALK TO MYSELF MY HEART'S BEATING LOUD AND LOUDER, LOUDER, LOUDER
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO CALLING ME AT 4 O'CLOCK AND TALK TILL THE DAY IS ALIVE ABOUT THE THINGS THAT MADE US SIT AND CRIED
WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO YOU AND I? AT 4 O'CLOCK ARE WE MISSING A BEAT IN TIME? TO HAVE ALL MY HEART, AS WE SIT AND CRY
BUT I TALK TO MYSELF NO WORDS NOT A SOUND THERE'S EVIL AROUND, HAUNTING ME BUT I COMFORT MYSELF MY HEART BEATING LOUD LIKE THE WORLD FALLING DOWN IMPRISONS ME OH
BUT I TALK TO MYSELF
Download the songs and versions from http://www.nightalive.com [LINE] Good day, cyberspacemen! Good night! :wink:
It's funny how things move on unexpectantly and pulls full-stop when you want it otherwise. It's different when people tell you you're un-replaceable, and no one holds your position better than yourself.
That was the prime message. And it goes beyond feeling elated about being an individual - it feels like you own the world, yet, have no power over to continue a legacy with the changing times.
And that, was the answer.
When we first got to work on the "I" album, what went on in my head were constant placements of images and imageries - out in the sun, way off in the open, no proximity to any localities or scrutinies to myself, and most importantly, a primary focus of a relationship forged on an anvil of obscurity.
What shed light on a direction was a premise of familiar strangeness and hope - a description of possibilities beyond calculable means. Something was born, but the offspring was a wave of uncertainties so expected yet unforseen.
From the onstart a premonition was felt and an end-result completely left to chances. Gut feelings became the order of the day like a primate on a wild hunt, possibly even a wild goose chase. Fact is, the proscpectus of living on the wild side became a carrot on the stick leading to certain fates and factual outcomes that would, in a big way, permanently concur an ill-fated feeling of loss.
But the imaginary friend that appeared soon becomes a shadow that would neither disappear nor be avoided - as the light grows stronger, the shadow looms precariously like some manic preacher. It then became a reminder of consequences that cannot be backtracked or reverse.
Then, there came the time of reflection into past, present and future that spells out the lightness of being who we were, how I was, what we were, and how things become so coincidental. Stories aside, reality has been but one big story in itself. The world then becomes as profound as it first began, and you wonder what becomes, how being, and when it ends. The strangest part - the path splits into annonymity and then becomes life itself.
I've seen how a plant grows, a flower blooms, the sun shines, the clouds form, the river flows; I've felt the wind blow, the rain drenches, the mood changes, the sun rises, the happiness within, the sadness dampens; I've heard the babies cry, the old folks sigh, the clocks ticking, the voices singing; all these, and I've so much to learn.
Last year I sat with a musician friend and suggested we write a christmas song. He had one in mind and we just recorded bits of everything. What we had in the end, 3 neat versions of the same song which I still put on my playlists today. A haunting tune is never complete with its music accompaniment, and that one version I cannot take away is that one I still wonder how it was done.
Christmas is so close now. I've been wondering lately why the guy(s) upstairs would want to put me through all these incredibly heartfelt day-to-day. I'm at my wits-end to compromise a living with obligations and loves, yet, I need solutions that none can help with and nothing that is good enough from my creative banks of thoughts.
I'm quite sure I've been good, been working hard on whatever comes my way; I've served my clients and those around me with the greatest commitment; maybe I've lied, maybe I've sworn, maybe I've been bad, but whatever bad stuff done, I'm also quite sure I've done enough to make up for all those past mistakes. I'd just like to know when I can come back round to be able to stand tall with my loved ones and say I have made it.
My recent escapades as an Islander had been happier days of my life up till this point. I cannot comprehend fully why it is so, but to be able to freely move on my own without having to conform to any form of jurisdiction, any sort or rules and regulations, to just feel free, I find blessings in it, for I could just let myself go and enjoy the freedom of being me - that, recently as I have felt, was better haven than anything else. Annonymity aside, no one laughs at me for being stupid, no on scrutinises me for what I do, and no one thinks I'm a freak. It feels great to be able to just, breathe, and nobody thinks you're wasting your life.
I think I am beautiful, and I would like everyone to know that no matter who they are, they are beautiful too. It hurts to be labelled anything below that, and I've been so labelled for years. I wish by this Christmas things could get better and people would just cool off with their perceptions. As a friend puts it, polarising personalities encourages hatred.
My wishlist this Christmas: - to be able to get work - to pay for and be on a holiday with my loved ones - to buy myself a new pair of shoes, a pair of jeans, and a nice T, a new watch would be great - to spend time on my own music
I don't want to be different. I used to think I am, but I guess I'd like to be a normal living person, healthy, getting by, just happy and blessed with life and not plagued by illness, rumours, slanders, and hitting walls everywhere.
Hope your preparations this Christmas will be one to remember~
Ahem. Yes, we have trained some of the weirdest things to do our biddings, yet, at the end of day, we are the manifestation - we nearly always return to our roots, regardless of distance, time, or location. Best part, even when we don't hit home, we would die trying. [LINE] I have something to say today. Those who know me would know that when I have something to say, it's definitely neither crap nor viewpoints.
Ya noe, I've never taken to heart too affectionately or distraughtly when things happen. Things come to pass, and I learn to cope with the pressures of living thereafter. But I have a request. What's done, is done. Fucking leave me alone. There's no need to extra on the details, rip into carefully planned agendas, nor is it necessary to thank me for anything else.
Can we fucking leave it as that? As in, don't fucking tell me anything else? Like, fucking let things be? Just fucking let it pass? Don't fucking rake up anything else?
I've rarely discredited people seriously, unless absolutely necessary. Not to make myself feel better, but half the time to point out grave and consequencial errors and harm done. On the flip end, I will give due credit and respect for those who deserve it, not on merit, but on completion and accomplishments. Now, not that I am being a bitch - I am bitchy most of the time - but why tell me the ice has melted and it's a hot day? Or appreciate my bother when you don't?
Life is akin to having sex - you get highs and orgasms if you bother, and extreme ends on that if you work together; likewise, blow it and everyone's left to ponder what went wrong. No cums, no screams, no fun.
So. Let's leave things be. Period. [LINE] Okay, 'nuff of that snuffing at reality, let's turn to some special comic mention of celebrities in my life:
Jean: you're always at the top of the list - you got to stop shaking the ground around you! Alicia: you need a PDA - one that will blink when you come in contact with inanimate objects such as a wreck! Eugene: that pair of boardshorts sure had your shape out, including that tummy! Joyce: stop believing you're humorous - there's just simply no reaction at your attempts! Alan: you look fabulous in pink today! Dumbo was cute too! Irwin: still glued to your job eh? Oaks: goodness you won't see this! You don't seem to see anything! Angel: not that I'm complaining about being repetitive, not that i'm complaining about you being repetitive, not that i'm complaining about you being repetitive... Cherisse: you're write, I'm long. Sab: K la, it's your birthday, no bitching! Btw, noone's born bitchy in a day. How old are you? Shin: gee~ you open me eyes to the weird and incomprehensible just by being yourself! Red: my dad says it's "ji huan at tolok blangah" without his false teeth too~! Rina: Stop hiding your ass! You can't hide it! Illyas: Right. Left I mean. Wait, what's your direction again? Steve: Boy, am I glad I'm in your good books after seeing Kevin rushing to Aussie! Kevin: lol. lovl. rofl. Sorry, can't seem to say much about you except you crack me up! Eric: your demo on being cool? It's cool to the point of sub-zero humor! Zhigao: I'm so impressed with how you can twist your leg during a nightmare - this I got to learn how not to do! Pokey: I dunno why I remember you - maybe cos you hit something too hard and it shows from the front? Vicky: um...ha...yeah...um...yeah... HK: Gee - your hospitality is amazing!
Okay okay, mean of me. I shall stop for a little bit. After all, 2D me has a brain not too 2D after all! [LINE] Do you love Fridays? Here's one of those email questions that you answer on your boring off-days:
1. What's happening this Friday? 2. Any particular likes/dislikes about it? 3. Where were you at? 4. Sex involved? 5. If yes to (4), was it good? 6. When was the last time you farted on Friday? 7. Bananas or durians played any part? 8. What's the best time on Fridays to be answering this dumb questionaire? 9. Would you live another Friday like this again? Why? 10. Any special mentions? [LINE] Eh, lots of birthdays this month till I can't remember who's who's! Darn, I need a secretary to remind me of things these days. Okay, Baron's took over, I'm off to bed.
Miniature rounds were fired from all corners today at home~ Somehow hitting someone and missing everyone else, and it's all because of individual agendas. It's been a rather disjointed day at home. I actually made an estimate - there were less than 50 complete sentences spoken at home the whole day! Gasp! [LINE] I remember vividly this chap who contacted my ex-company, saying he would like to be produced as a singer/songwriter. I was keen on the idea - after all, stardom require confidence, and this guy has it prepared like a script.
So a date was made, and we waited to receive him at a certain time of day. But when he showed up, we completely gave up on even considering him.
He was a little too horizontally-friendly to begin with, almost zero maintenance on his rather gifted facial complexion, and he showed up in T-shirt, shorts, slippers, and a completely wake-up-look hairstyle. Walked right in with a laptop in hand, kinda staggering as if he was tipsy, and worst off, spoke as if he was a cool-sort of guy - which, IMHO, he was trying too hard to impress.
My colleague sat with him - I practically left the room. He went on about all these potential hits and music that he had done, and on about his fabulous voice - ya noe, I'll cut short the description - he wanted to be the next Steph. Like I said, I left the room.
Now I'm not trying to put people down, but being in the limelight requires some qualities which, firstly, needs to be inertly, groomed, and finelined; secondly, requires a lot of patience, humility, and most critically, open-mindedness.
When he walked in, it was all wrong. Of course, watching the Idols and reality shows akin to that had been hilarious and corny, but it is so in reality. Some people just don't get it.
Well, not to leave anyone hanging, some things which I would advice when attempting to bask in the limelight: - confidence is a must, but self-praise is no praise; - pick the right category, don't blindly walk into a singing audition when you are interested in acting; - at all times, appear fresh, positive, and groomed, and always be punctual; - assemble your portfolio proper. Remember: Producers and Directors have no time for you to set up anything; - prepare your opening speech, watch out for sensitive questions like, "so what makes you think you can be a star?" go in prepared to be fired, don't expect; - show your strengths, hide your weaknesses: if you can sing but don't look good, make sure you get a make-over; - walk with style; don't swank or sashay unless you are auditioning to be a model; - eliminate any trace of sloppiness: even rock stars are stylised junkies, not some off-the-street bummer; - strive to improve, not deteoriate your craft through relentless practice; - do not take anything for granted, and do not expect anything more than a flat "NO".
Hope this helps for all the hopefuls! [LINE] I had a small brain freeze today after reading the papers: the polar caps are melting, deserts are expanding, storms are getting more violent, mother nature is slowing down.
Not that I'm an activist - I would love to live in space too - but nature, as in its own description, cannot be recreated in its true form. Please, love nature. That's the only thing that's turning me off from having a dozen kids - to know that kids these days think Chickens come from K-Mart and Carrefour didn't quite help. [LINE] Love to all. A little topicless for blogging tonight. :wink:
Now now, don't get too upset about the last post cos I wasn't thinking too straight to pull that prank. Still, a little tired today so I'll make my post direct to the people concerned.
K darling, thanks for the vote of confidence! I'm sure it was quite shocking - both the post and about your dear friend - but take a step back and breathe. Let me think about the situation and I'll get back to you.
Jean, geez. Wish I can help with the moving. When's it gonna be? And where to dear? Stay positive. It's definitely good exercise! [LINE] Got to help with the painting at my sis's new place later so can't write much tonight, except I love you all - you know who you are - and I'll get you all - you guys know who I'm refering to! Ha~!
There's been some heavy developments in my life lately, and I don't know exactly when to begin.
Let's start from last month - I went for another horrendous CT imaging of my condition, and the results came in yesterday. Darn, it's so bad that I'm better off dead and burnt than even think about donating any part of my organs to anyone else~! I have 3 months more?
I was pretty sure the result weren't mine, so I made the people double-check the results over 5 times. They verified it mine again and again, and I tell you, there's no time to fret, but instead, not enough time to think about what to do next.
So I booked this huge weekend bungalow down by the Sentosa beachside 2 weeks from now, ordered this fabulous 10-course buffet complete with lobster salad and Tomyam seafood soup (all my favs) for lunch alone mind you, and this huge Asian flavored BBQ for dinner and a couple more fantastic dining festivities for the next couple of days - all in with settings from fresh and sunny to gothic and rave.
In the process of completing the invites too.
I told a couple of people about my plans, so we headed down to the morgue to make sure I have a nice cosy bed decked with Marigold and silk in my favourite color of gold and white with black trims and emblems - designed in the shape and logo of the pendant I've worn for a while now, together with the moniker of REQ.
The trip to the undertaker was hilarious - I was personally picking out and slashing prices. The best part was when we had to confirm a picture, so I rushed to the famed photo suite at Taka for a complete makeover to get the perfect shot done. Of course, they were all a little overwhelmed by the impending dead walking in and making ridiculous requests.
Sounding unbelieveable yet? Well, I couldn't just stop there. I called a couple of my favourite musicians and made a quick date with them over this week to record a couple of songs that will be played during the procession. Best part, they would be doing a 'live' performance without the vocals - it would be played to the vocals complete with speeches and drops!
I've also chosen a couple of people to do the readings. Imagine that! I'm actually preparing them for it?
Now if you still find this totally unreal, wait till you hear this - the coolest thing is we're getting a trailer truck as the procession vehicle, positioned to stand against the backdrop of the band. How cool is that?! Added on with an MC as well! Gee~ Living wasn't as happening as this is gonna be~!
And since I don't have that much time to travel, we'll dispense with that for now, especially when all these has to happen when it happens. So I've got to stick around.
Instead, would be spending the best of my time with the family, the gals, the boys, and of course, my room. Darn, I can't believe all these are happening before the company is estabed, or when the birthday comes, the New Year, even the year-end Christmas. And the bloddy scan cost a bomb.
Surreal eh? Well if you think I'm kidding, yeah. You've been had. [LINE] I've been hearing a lot about love lately, especially of broken hearts and unrequired. I hate to say this but, darlings, move on. It ain't like you gonna stay this way for the rest of your life. Truth is, it just ain't time yet.
My little gift of premonitions and foresight says: it's coming, but wait you must. And it's nothing to do with courage, humility, or luck. It's just pure fate. [LINE] I've been wondering about this: if people like you when you're unavailable, would you uproceed or pull out? With whom and why? Then again, if you're single and many are after you, whom do you go with and why? [LINE] In-line-skaters alert! New kid on the blog would be joining the fray soon, but problem is, I'm stuck like hell on what to do next. Ii can move, I can slow, I can stop. Probs turn, but what next. Advice appreciated. [LINE] And to all the rumour mongers speaking shit about me - be careful. I'm closing in. On you.
Ooh, I just love the suspense! :wink: [LINE] One more thing - Baron's killing me. I'm typing at top speed believe me, yet, all my thoughts are randomised and completely disintegrated from reality, disjointed from factual beliefs, and get this. I think I'm high~! Woohoo!
Euge! Are you like still in bed?! :!:
