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Merry Christmas!
Dec. 22nd, 2008 | 10:08 am
I came in thinking, if something’s shitty, WE CAN CHANGE it. If it doesn’t work, junk it or fix it. If someone offends you, kill them. You know, along those lines. But you have to be as freaking tireless and be as audacious in your hope as Barack Obama. Even if I have to write freaking bullet points, I like my bullet points as perfect as they can be. Not retarded.But as it turns out, not everybody cares to have things perfect. They like things retarded.
That’s for you the project managers here, who are exactly the kinds of accounts servicing people I used to hate working with. The whole idea of being a “team player” is to play along with crap minions are used to, so everything gets done chop-chop, with as little effort expended as possible. As little “dinging-donging” as possible, this Mr/Miss/Mrs “HI! (Whoever you are) ” tells me. Correction. Dinging-donging is when you haven’t reached a decision and you are swaying back and forth. Going back and forth to fix a mistake, to change the way something is phrased is not dinging-donging. It’s called WORK.
Just as religion and politics should be kept separate, so should work ethics be separated from workplace culture. And necessarily, work ethics should be as straight and simple as, make it as perfect as possible. It should have nothing to do with the fact that the group mentality is to get things done cheap-cheap, fast-fast.
I was getting stressed out wondering or not to make changes anymore to things I’m given to proofread/pretend re-write. And then it occurred to me. OMG, WTH am I doing caving in? YOU fix the budget/time constraint, and I will do my job. Full stop. You know, even if “afforable” comes out, at least it’s a mistake we can at least fix even after the poster has been mounted. It’s not a bunch of baaaaadly written crap you cannot hide.
Whats Next?
Its the time for giving. Literally is. In the past 3 days, I have spent an unimaginable amount of money on friends,family,loved ones. I'll probably get cliff some liquid coolant since hes feeling really hot on the inside these days. ( Nothing suggestive). Its truly comforting to know that since christmas is around the corner, everyone you know whom you have bought a present for, will be delighted in some sort of way to know that they got something. Even if a friend got me a lego toy for christmas, it would still be better than nothing. Christmas is a day every year that, in my opinion, I feel alot happier on it as compared to my birthday. Its just the way it is.
Whats Next?
Stellar Memory's running for Baybeats 09'. This will be the challenge. THE challenge. First in the line, we have to get a recording up and ready by 19th Jan, which is the dateline for submissions. Never really occured to me that we will get down to this. I believe we will land up somewhere that we never thought of. Well, I got that from church today. Our first single, Beautiful Disaster, is being revamped and worked on such that theres more of an electronica dance feel to it, yet retains its original ROCK. Lets see what happens next. Lets go God.
Whats Next?
My backache is finally gone. Praise God.
Whats Next?
On friday I attended, Danzation 08. Support a few buddies. Alene, Anjo and Xing Jun. For the very first time Xing Jun had elvis presley hair. That laugh is gonna stay with me for awhile. As for the show itself, I enjoyed it. The dance moves showcased maked me want to learn dance. I dont think I can do that actually, the michael jackson's 'Thriller' dance was the hardest dance ever for me. What more this. Lights, sounds,beats were all spot on, apart from the people in front who cant seem to stop talking as loudly as ever, but it was great. Ann, the Head, gives life-changing speeches and talks from what Ive heard. You rarely meet such people who are such good with expressing their feelings with words. The expressions right before, "Wordless feelings". If you can express that, caps off to you.
Whats Next?
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Todays a Tuesday...
Dec. 17th, 2008 | 01:58 am
I went to the movies today. Watched Bolt, the SuperDog. One word. "Adorable.." How I wish i managed to bring that dog to reality. When the dog reunited with the owner in the end, my heart felt for the owner-dog duo. Lehow the Jet, if your wondering what the heck it is, poke me on msn for the answer.
Other than that, at a Events Pitch in school today. I entered the walk way to see something vaguely familiar resemblance of somebody I know. As I edged towards her partner and her, the puzzle was slowly pieced together to form a, anjo-in-a-formal-outfit. That was a moment in history. Twenty years down the road, I can boldly lift my head up high to tell my children that i managed to see anjo in a semi-formal outfit, what a blast.Well back to my topic,i I was putting it together to pitch for the schools sponsorship. I was struck by a dream-crushing question...Like a knight in valorous armor about to be crushed by a swift swipe from the claw of the beast.
Judge : " Tell me why we have to give you the sponsorship?"
( Out of nowhere, as if i prepared it beforehand, i whipped the answer out like a japanese katana.)
Me :" You dont have to, we are here to make you want to. "
( I ended off with a smile as the ambience of the classroom entered a 30 second silence.)
Times like that, priceless.
If I knew you got fired from this nice bookshop where you used to work, and I went round the back door to take your job (never telling you, of course), how would that make you feel?
If I knew that you love me still because you still ask me who I’ve slept with—and I made a cruel joke at your expense when I reply, how would that make you feel?
If I knew you were already upset with me leaving, and I decide to drop the news on you that I’m leaving earlier still—the minute you walk in the door with dinner, no less, how would that make you feel?
Honestly, I wouldn’t give a shit about how you feel, because the job was open, I needed one and you were out of there anyways. The “I slept” joke I made? You can’t deny it was an incredibly clever reference to Once Upon a Time in America.
I think Barack Obama is being silly. What the hell is he going on in his book about empathy and making policies that take people’s feelings into consideration?
His mother was obviously a crazy hippy, because empathy is obviously for fools. Really, he of all people should realise there is no place for how the citizenry feels when he’s making big, important decisions for the country.
Whether it’s in politics or your personal life, all you need, in any situation at all, is absolute certainty about the merits of your own views. Take a strong line of reasoning that loops back to you and season it with your gift of rhetoric. Do that and you can totally justify your self-centred dickheadedness, and whatever cumulative series of thoughtless actions with a mother/father/girlfriend. And if it’s politics, you can, oh I don’t know, explain away why you need to feed the rich by taxing the poor.
After a while, whatever your point, you don’t have to try very hard to win the argument, and reduce the person to boiling, blustery, red-faced, frustrated and most importantly, unreasonable sounding person. Better yet, if the person turns violent mad with hurt and grief. You don’t even need any rational argument, because you can just point your finger at the psychotic person and go OHMYGODOHMYGOD. So what if the person has a point to make? If all they can show for it is a bunch of hurt, angry, wordless feelings, it’s not really my fault they don’t present their case as they should, right? Right?
How does that make you feel?
Other than that, at a Events Pitch in school today. I entered the walk way to see something vaguely familiar resemblance of somebody I know. As I edged towards her partner and her, the puzzle was slowly pieced together to form a, anjo-in-a-formal-outfit. That was a moment in history. Twenty years down the road, I can boldly lift my head up high to tell my children that i managed to see anjo in a semi-formal outfit, what a blast.Well back to my topic,i I was putting it together to pitch for the schools sponsorship. I was struck by a dream-crushing question...Like a knight in valorous armor about to be crushed by a swift swipe from the claw of the beast.
Judge : " Tell me why we have to give you the sponsorship?"
( Out of nowhere, as if i prepared it beforehand, i whipped the answer out like a japanese katana.)
Me :" You dont have to, we are here to make you want to. "
( I ended off with a smile as the ambience of the classroom entered a 30 second silence.)
Times like that, priceless.
If I knew you got fired from this nice bookshop where you used to work, and I went round the back door to take your job (never telling you, of course), how would that make you feel?
If I knew that you love me still because you still ask me who I’ve slept with—and I made a cruel joke at your expense when I reply, how would that make you feel?
If I knew you were already upset with me leaving, and I decide to drop the news on you that I’m leaving earlier still—the minute you walk in the door with dinner, no less, how would that make you feel?
Honestly, I wouldn’t give a shit about how you feel, because the job was open, I needed one and you were out of there anyways. The “I slept” joke I made? You can’t deny it was an incredibly clever reference to Once Upon a Time in America.
I think Barack Obama is being silly. What the hell is he going on in his book about empathy and making policies that take people’s feelings into consideration?
His mother was obviously a crazy hippy, because empathy is obviously for fools. Really, he of all people should realise there is no place for how the citizenry feels when he’s making big, important decisions for the country.
Whether it’s in politics or your personal life, all you need, in any situation at all, is absolute certainty about the merits of your own views. Take a strong line of reasoning that loops back to you and season it with your gift of rhetoric. Do that and you can totally justify your self-centred dickheadedness, and whatever cumulative series of thoughtless actions with a mother/father/girlfriend. And if it’s politics, you can, oh I don’t know, explain away why you need to feed the rich by taxing the poor.
After a while, whatever your point, you don’t have to try very hard to win the argument, and reduce the person to boiling, blustery, red-faced, frustrated and most importantly, unreasonable sounding person. Better yet, if the person turns violent mad with hurt and grief. You don’t even need any rational argument, because you can just point your finger at the psychotic person and go OHMYGODOHMYGOD. So what if the person has a point to make? If all they can show for it is a bunch of hurt, angry, wordless feelings, it’s not really my fault they don’t present their case as they should, right? Right?
How does that make you feel?
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Something about Life and Maturity
Dec. 9th, 2008 | 11:30 pm
Studying today was half a wreck. Thanks to our neighbourhood boy, Sebastian Teow. His stories and topics are so intriguing as usual that distraction is imminent. Along with others in green, who were probably just as distracting, perhaps in a different context. Concurrently,I would like to give a hand to Xing Jun, an amazing classmate of mine who decides to give me a little tuition on MPI, a local engineering subject.
"Gawwddd, suchannnn Idiotttttttttt. "
Now that Ive landed myself into the main-band practices, awaiting a great deal for my final audition with karen, Ive come to the realisation that auditions doesnt always mean that your trials and tribulations are over. I guess its just the Alpha, the Beginning, somewhat. Somewhere along the way Ive learnt that, constructive critisism isnt something that you like at all, even though it would nurture you to greater heights in the long run.These rocks will always be hurled at you,but heres the catch, its what you intend to do about it.
You can,
1) Sit back and condemn yourself for not being better at what you do.stat*
2) Leave knowing you quit because your head just rolled in the band room.
3) Know that God called you for such a time as this, you were made for unquestionable greatness and glory. That all these stones hurled at you, merely path your way,"stepping stones" , to your next destination.
I'd prefer choice 3.
Simple. Im here to serve God. Poltics, fame and critics that dont mean any good, can kiss my ass. Im gonna embark myself on a journey, and this journey shall only bring me to once place, glory. Jen did mention that along the way, I will be asked to play out of my comfort zone, serve against my convenience and give myself a facial in horse shit. But thats okay, Im gonna trust God for better platforms to play.
By the way GOD, just to let you know Id like the following,
Taylor 414CE Acoustic Guitar.
Gibson Les Paul Supreme
Fender Stratocaster.
Marshall Amp JCM2000 DSL
Mesa Boogie 4x12 Cabs.
A heck lot more pedals
God, the accumulated cost for this wishlist is gonna cost you, SGD$ 10,644 ++
Shouldnt be much of a problem, Thanks.
As I mature,
I've learned that attraction isnt a choice.
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is
stalk them and hope they panic and give in... (heh heh heh)
I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just
jackasses. (absolutely)
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others -
they are more screwed up than you think.
I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm. (mayhaps worse)
I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off. (yup)
I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.
I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.
I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.
I've learned that we are responsible for what we do,
unless we are celebrities.
I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural
stupidity.
I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working
in your house, one of your kids did it
I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.
"Gawwddd, suchannnn Idiotttttttttt. "
Now that Ive landed myself into the main-band practices, awaiting a great deal for my final audition with karen, Ive come to the realisation that auditions doesnt always mean that your trials and tribulations are over. I guess its just the Alpha, the Beginning, somewhat. Somewhere along the way Ive learnt that, constructive critisism isnt something that you like at all, even though it would nurture you to greater heights in the long run.These rocks will always be hurled at you,but heres the catch, its what you intend to do about it.
You can,
1) Sit back and condemn yourself for not being better at what you do.stat*
2) Leave knowing you quit because your head just rolled in the band room.
3) Know that God called you for such a time as this, you were made for unquestionable greatness and glory. That all these stones hurled at you, merely path your way,"stepping stones" , to your next destination.
I'd prefer choice 3.
Simple. Im here to serve God. Poltics, fame and critics that dont mean any good, can kiss my ass. Im gonna embark myself on a journey, and this journey shall only bring me to once place, glory. Jen did mention that along the way, I will be asked to play out of my comfort zone, serve against my convenience and give myself a facial in horse shit. But thats okay, Im gonna trust God for better platforms to play.
By the way GOD, just to let you know Id like the following,
Taylor 414CE Acoustic Guitar.
Gibson Les Paul Supreme
Fender Stratocaster.
Marshall Amp JCM2000 DSL
Mesa Boogie 4x12 Cabs.
A heck lot more pedals
God, the accumulated cost for this wishlist is gonna cost you, SGD$ 10,644 ++
Shouldnt be much of a problem, Thanks.
As I mature,
I've learned that attraction isnt a choice.
I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is
stalk them and hope they panic and give in... (heh heh heh)
I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets.
I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just
jackasses. (absolutely)
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others -
they are more screwed up than you think.
I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm. (mayhaps worse)
I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off. (yup)
I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.
I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.
I've learned that ex's are like fungus, and keep coming back.
I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity.
I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.
I've learned that we are responsible for what we do,
unless we are celebrities.
I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural
stupidity.
I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working
in your house, one of your kids did it
I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent.
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This one is for all those people who fail at Sales and PR.
Dec. 6th, 2008 | 11:35 am
I just found out The Killers have a new album (slow) and that they will be playing in Milan next March. Milan, the same general area of Italy where Gianfranco lives. Bleah.
I love The Killers. From Hot Fuss to Sam’s Town to Sawdust. But I’m not too sure about this new track Human on their website. It sounds like they’re moving even farther out west from the Sam’s Town sound. Except this track sounds like they used a formula. Yah, lemme play it again. Anyway, I hope it’s not the best thing on the album. I want to get a better sound system for my room the one I play CDs on.
I have been working very hard from Monday to Friday and so today I’ll take a chill pill. Yes, confirmed. I don’t like Human. Maybe they mellowed, or maybe they put in less effort but that track certainly sounds flat and sorta disinterested. I don’t like this style.
Another thing is, I chanced upon this artiste by the name of Corrinne May. As much as I liked Brooke Frasers work, Corrinnee May just gives the same genre of music, same meanings, a local feel. Im not trying to get at the fact that a large fraction of the local music scene is just plain repetitive, and boring, due to the fact that the market in singapore is horrendously tiny. Rather im saying that Corrinne approaches her songs with a very local feel, even her voice is outstanding but yet she has that "singaporean voice".
Bleargh.
Anyhow that would be pretty much how I would describe most of the accounts/PR people I’ve ever worked with. [OOPS!] It is true Singaporeans don’t know how to do PR. They got zero social/people skills. They’re….sad to say, stupid. I mean the first thing you gotta make sure is that I don’t dislike you if we have to do business right? But they don’t quite get it. Also, how could you try to sell bullcrap if you don’t even KNOW how to package it properly in the first place? Doh.
Top 10 signs you’re a lousy sales/PR person:
1) You do the “HELLO ANJO!!!!!!”
2) Plunge right into what they want to talk about without asking if you’re free to talk
3) Call all the time
4) Call all the time to sell something that is clearly, um, eww.
5) You can’t tell if someone doesn’t like you
6) You’re fake and you don’t know it
7) You beg/show your desperate
8) Your agenda is showing, silly.
9) You write “Hi Ernie!” in your email.
10) You don’t know what 300dpi means
That said I have also met a good bunch who do their jobs decently, they play fair game, they don’t try to arm-twist you to doing stuff for their clients or anything. Nor do they pester the crap out of you. And they make you comfortable enough to trust them so you don’t feel like they are selling you something.
Random calls from insurance agents or sales people are the best.
Anonymous insurance agent: ‘Hi! I’d like to tell about this exciting new product we have, blah blah blah.’
Me: ‘Can you tell what it is you are selling in the next five seconds? I’m busy.’
Anonymous insurance agent: ‘Oh okay, how about I give you a call later?’
Me: ‘If you can’t tell me what you want to tell me in the next five seconds then no, don’t call me back.’
Heh heh. SCORE.
or
Sales Fail:
Me: ‘Hi, whos this?.’
Anonymous sales agent: ‘Hi! I’d like to tell your about this exciting new credit card exclusively for females and women under the age of 40..blah...blah...blah’
Me: ‘But im a guy.’
Anonymous sales agent: ‘Really? Oh..Errr..’
Me: ‘Sales Fail..'
SCORE
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Heart VS Head + Being discouraged
Dec. 3rd, 2008 | 10:20 pm
"Kill Steal" a.k.a. 'KS'. A term often used in the virtual world of gaming when a teammate steals the point you were meant to have at the very last second. Likewise, do you often feel that amongst the twist and turns in life, you feel discouraged that when eyeing down the sights towards your target, you realise, that theres already a bullet hole on the bullseye? Like chancing upon a beautiful car only to realise its been sold? and having a hit on this girl only to realise she has been taken? Discouraged and defeated doesnt even describe the feeling you have while at all this. My friend, I say unto you, if you think you have tried your best, you are vaguely started on your journey to success. Remember this, Losers whine about their best, Winners go home with the prom queen.
Many are times, emotions allow your head to be drained of all the judgement that you know. Proper informed judgements made just easily fly out the window. In my opinion, your heart and your head dont walk together very well. In fact, they have rivalled since the start of time. When was the last time you made an informed decision while pondering with both your heart and your mind. Close to none.
When emotions are involved, human instincts become more obvious than ever. Mr Heart drives you to do what it thinks should be done, and majority of the time, "Decision Fail!". Take for example, right when you are about to get hit by a van, your brain tells you to dodge, but your heart, being afraid and frail, edges you to stand there motionless allowing the Grim Reaper to draw his weapon on you.
I learnt this lesson over a time in life where i had to scale down a mountain. From a distance, mountains stand tall like a triangle on the face of the ground. towering over cities, its magnificence truly shaped by the hand of God. Up close you realise that , what seemed beautifully craft from a distance is actually a total hassle to climb down. Sharp edges, cliffs , hard boulders that block your way and holes in the ground dressed by inches of snow.
That sucked.
Many are times, emotions allow your head to be drained of all the judgement that you know. Proper informed judgements made just easily fly out the window. In my opinion, your heart and your head dont walk together very well. In fact, they have rivalled since the start of time. When was the last time you made an informed decision while pondering with both your heart and your mind. Close to none.
When emotions are involved, human instincts become more obvious than ever. Mr Heart drives you to do what it thinks should be done, and majority of the time, "Decision Fail!". Take for example, right when you are about to get hit by a van, your brain tells you to dodge, but your heart, being afraid and frail, edges you to stand there motionless allowing the Grim Reaper to draw his weapon on you.
I learnt this lesson over a time in life where i had to scale down a mountain. From a distance, mountains stand tall like a triangle on the face of the ground. towering over cities, its magnificence truly shaped by the hand of God. Up close you realise that , what seemed beautifully craft from a distance is actually a total hassle to climb down. Sharp edges, cliffs , hard boulders that block your way and holes in the ground dressed by inches of snow.
That sucked.
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How to be readable
Nov. 30th, 2008 | 10:00 pm
At this thing I do called work, I look for websites on great taglines.I do this a lot. Especially now when there are no major assignments (only small ones). I get to happy browse while doing something work-related. It’s great. Except for days when you just want to be in boring auto-pilot mode.
Everyday I try to think of a few new ones for new (imagined) versions of different products. I try to write a few different ones. Then when I’m squeezed dry, I go for a break, drink some water and/or go to the toilet—sometimes all of the above.
And the ALL-TIME tagline I want to use one day is this: ‘Because we think different’. I SO must squeeze this in somewhere. Hell, I HAVE TO. I managed to squeeze in ‘cunning linguist’ in a story in the magazine AND not have it edited out—so I must, I must, I must! After I do, I can and will happily quit :D
Today’s website of the day for me is this: http://www.contracosta.cc.ca.us/music/te
It’s the website of the day simply because I like.
And while collecting notes on how to write great taglines, I’ve decided to turn everything into a tagline. It’s a great way to learn how to make every word count. In between that I, play this game that I have now been dragged into called 'That's What You Say!' on Skype :D. Anyway, I’ve decided that this is how I will from hereon religiously stick to these rules with notes:
Keep it short and sweet. Keep it funny. Be offensive. Talk about religion, sex and politics.
Bitch when I must. Throw in ALL the details, without the names.
Be disgustingly self-indulgent. Refer to myself in the third person.
Make fun of someone who annoyed me in real life.
Talk about Samantha Lim got apple and chocolate stuck in her teeth in UK.
Make only one Sarah Palin-type of point per note.
Twist the truth all the time.
Talk like I know everything
Refer to the Italian as ‘The Italian’.
Quote a line from a song.
Quote funny quotes.
Squeeze many little funny stories in one note.
Use a lot of lolspeak.
Digress
Thank you God.
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Good on you Sarah Palin. Hello NikeSG in Wisma Atria
Nov. 30th, 2008 | 09:39 pm
I'm sick of hearing of the haves and the have-nots, have some personal accountability.'
Capital G - Nine Inch Nails
“If there are allegations based on questions or comments I made in debate prep about Nafta — about the continent versus the country when we talk about Africa there — then those were taken out of context. And that’s cruel, it’s mean-spirited, it’s immature, it’s unprofessional and those guys are jerks if they came away with it taking things out of context, then tried to spread something on national news,” Ms. Palin said.
Ms. Palin indicated her role now would be to help Americans sort through the media. “I want to be able to help also Americans to know that they can trust their media.” [quote from The New York Times]
I think for once Miss Sarah Palin might have a point - and a decently intelligent one, too. Maybe she couldn't help that she had to play the dumbass hockey mum who thinks she can be VP because she lives next door to Russia. Too bad she had to make such dumb decisions when ALL of America and the rest of the world was watching. Closely. After all, if you just started following US politics, you wouldn't know that before the campaign started that McCain WAS actually a decent guy. And he showed so with his gracious concession speech, that he really had more to him than just what we'd seen all along. So very, very, very possibly there might be more to Sarah Palin than 'You betcha!' and 'Say it ain't so, Joe!'
But even so, they can't blame the media for demonising them - that was their campaign direction. Smear, smear, smear. They didn't do what they could in the time of the campaign to pursue a constructive course so we could have seen them in a more even light. And what compounded their doomed-ness was having someone like Palin who plainly didn't know how to play it smart. And so the media played her. Come on lah, she was a journalism graduate can. The least she should know is how to play the media. Like she didn't know how bitchy it can get and she goes and makes these blatant stupid statements the media can misconstrue.
OK I concede that Sarah Palin has a case. She got smashed by the media and so now she actually has a case and she can say she has real experience. Not just that she has a 42'' plasma TV at home. Now we wait and see if she does this right.
And Take a visit to the new NikeSingapore at Wisma Atria.Heres the catch about going to work, you never do look like you're going to work. Your working clothes closet has now merged with your lets-go-to-the-movies closet, despite the amazing travel to Singapore EXPO. Here at Nike, work and fun are jumbled together to produce a sweet smelling rendition of new-age workplaces. Soccer half way through the day, cycling around the office, and dressing up naked mannequins, and of course theres more. If work life was all about dressing up naked mannequins id be really disturbed.
After all this being said, i just experienced a headshot of new content to write about, which produces my next entry.
Josh, ask Lincoln dammit.
Enjoy
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Lets try this out
Nov. 28th, 2008 | 09:24 pm
mood: 
contemplative
If you are one of those expecting a rough run down on my everyday lifestyle, you're definitely at the wrong page mate. I have decided to try this out,a fresh approach. Realized it helps gather my thoughts and keep them in order. Eighty percentile of the things that cross ones mind are forgotten by the next day. Blogging i guess is exactly like taking notes, see how your life progresses, identifies the strong and weak points in your life. I pray God that at the end of my blogging career, that I would have learnt of your immense love for me. My Blogging carrer may not last very long, I just dont have the patience to sit down everyday and write. I simply don't have the time i'd love to have. With work, studies, music and the other paraphernalia to keep my life a walking load of plans and commitments.
For awhile , I have lost my mind, after a break up with my Ex-girlfriend who is now a walking target for arrows and stones. A break up from a seven year relationship is like tearing your arm off. It isnt funny, even though i did'nt enter a Drink-Drug-CutWrist-CryEveryday phase, but i still felt the pain. If i could put it to you in words, remember the last time you liked someone, and you learnt awhile later, that the person liked someone else? The description does not depict what has happened between her and I. Its a vivid feeling that makes you sigh every few minutes. Its an event I would rather eat horse shit than go through. If you, my reader, have not been through it before, cheers mate. Shortly after, I drowned myself in alcohol, clubbing on a frequent basis, jaded and lost i wandered blindly around the woods of emotions. I realised awhile later that a lifestyle such as this doesnt get me anywhere.Ever since, crushes are hard to have. Thank you God, i have learnt a priceless lesson about relationships from such an event as this.
A random thought for the day,sometimes I honestly don't mean to run, but everytime you come around I feel more alive than ever. I guess its too much, Maybe we're too young and i dont even know what's real. Help me come back down, From high above the cloud I'm suffocating but i blame this town. Why do I deny, thanks town.
Lately, Paramore has been a growing obsession. I adore their work. Grooves, timings, drumbeats,lyrics. I learnt also that, their lyrics have spiritual inspired tacks to it. More to that, Hayley Williams, vocal powerhouse.16 Year old Williams had the distinction of being one of the only vocalists whose live belting matches the perfection of her voice on the record. Trained under Bret Manning whose lessons cost has much as the most expensive pair of jeans there is in my wardrobe per half hour. The thought of taking under his wing has crossed my mind before.
Crazy people may appear senseless, ridiculous, absurd, silly—but trust me, inside there is lucid. Things may appear terribly messy while things are getting sorted out, but trust me, they are getting sorted out. More than ever at this point in time, you note the kindnessess and unkindnesses you are shown. And the kindnesses you, you and you have shown me during this time, I will cherish; I owe you a big one and I will give it back. For the rest, some of your unkindnesses may be forgiven; you acted unkind, but was no real fault of yours because you didn’t get it.
At times like these, you really get to see some people’s true colours. And disenchanted doesn’t even begin to describe the foul taste they leave in your mouth. They are what I describe as toxic people, and their concern I question. I don’t think I can think of another word more loaded with fake and hypocrisy than the word ‘concerned’. ‘I’m concerned for you, E..(Nope I meant 'Ernie'), you are acting erratic, let me help you.’ The truth is of course, you are just deeply afraid that I will embarrass you in some way with my madness.
The ones who are close to me, who did not understand, they are the only ones I worry I upset. They are the only ones whose understanding I seek. All the rest, they can go bump off.
Do I care what people think of me?
If there’s anything the past few crazy months has done, is that they’ve forced me to adopt ‘screw it’. The things done in the months past, at the peak of the high, were pure insanity. You vaguely realise that some things you are about to do maybe shouldn’t be done. Normally, you wouldn’t. But in the pure, pure golden rush of the high, you don’t think twice. It is pure fearlessness, like fire. At its best, the high is sensationally liberating. At its worst, you can go into a dizzying spin that culminates in panick. I’ve done some incredibly crazy (and fun) things that I wouldn’t otherwise have had, had I remained normal like everyone else. I’m happy to say at 19 that I have LIVED, even if a bit dangerously. I’ve lived. I’ve also come out generally unscathed and been able to learn a thing or too as well. I want to know what people are thinking, only if they are thinking something of worth. And of such people there are few.
After all, Thank You God.
For awhile , I have lost my mind, after a break up with my Ex-girlfriend who is now a walking target for arrows and stones. A break up from a seven year relationship is like tearing your arm off. It isnt funny, even though i did'nt enter a Drink-Drug-CutWrist-CryEveryday phase, but i still felt the pain. If i could put it to you in words, remember the last time you liked someone, and you learnt awhile later, that the person liked someone else? The description does not depict what has happened between her and I. Its a vivid feeling that makes you sigh every few minutes. Its an event I would rather eat horse shit than go through. If you, my reader, have not been through it before, cheers mate. Shortly after, I drowned myself in alcohol, clubbing on a frequent basis, jaded and lost i wandered blindly around the woods of emotions. I realised awhile later that a lifestyle such as this doesnt get me anywhere.Ever since, crushes are hard to have. Thank you God, i have learnt a priceless lesson about relationships from such an event as this.
A random thought for the day,sometimes I honestly don't mean to run, but everytime you come around I feel more alive than ever. I guess its too much, Maybe we're too young and i dont even know what's real. Help me come back down, From high above the cloud I'm suffocating but i blame this town. Why do I deny, thanks town.
Lately, Paramore has been a growing obsession. I adore their work. Grooves, timings, drumbeats,lyrics. I learnt also that, their lyrics have spiritual inspired tacks to it. More to that, Hayley Williams, vocal powerhouse.16 Year old Williams had the distinction of being one of the only vocalists whose live belting matches the perfection of her voice on the record. Trained under Bret Manning whose lessons cost has much as the most expensive pair of jeans there is in my wardrobe per half hour. The thought of taking under his wing has crossed my mind before.
Crazy people may appear senseless, ridiculous, absurd, silly—but trust me, inside there is lucid. Things may appear terribly messy while things are getting sorted out, but trust me, they are getting sorted out. More than ever at this point in time, you note the kindnessess and unkindnesses you are shown. And the kindnesses you, you and you have shown me during this time, I will cherish; I owe you a big one and I will give it back. For the rest, some of your unkindnesses may be forgiven; you acted unkind, but was no real fault of yours because you didn’t get it.
At times like these, you really get to see some people’s true colours. And disenchanted doesn’t even begin to describe the foul taste they leave in your mouth. They are what I describe as toxic people, and their concern I question. I don’t think I can think of another word more loaded with fake and hypocrisy than the word ‘concerned’. ‘I’m concerned for you, E..(Nope I meant 'Ernie'), you are acting erratic, let me help you.’ The truth is of course, you are just deeply afraid that I will embarrass you in some way with my madness.
The ones who are close to me, who did not understand, they are the only ones I worry I upset. They are the only ones whose understanding I seek. All the rest, they can go bump off.
Do I care what people think of me?
If there’s anything the past few crazy months has done, is that they’ve forced me to adopt ‘screw it’. The things done in the months past, at the peak of the high, were pure insanity. You vaguely realise that some things you are about to do maybe shouldn’t be done. Normally, you wouldn’t. But in the pure, pure golden rush of the high, you don’t think twice. It is pure fearlessness, like fire. At its best, the high is sensationally liberating. At its worst, you can go into a dizzying spin that culminates in panick. I’ve done some incredibly crazy (and fun) things that I wouldn’t otherwise have had, had I remained normal like everyone else. I’m happy to say at 19 that I have LIVED, even if a bit dangerously. I’ve lived. I’ve also come out generally unscathed and been able to learn a thing or too as well. I want to know what people are thinking, only if they are thinking something of worth. And of such people there are few.
After all, Thank You God.