ok so i know it's been more than a week and all... but i'm back and that's what matters.. heehee. didnt think i would last this long myself. commitments.... still not my thing i guess. nonchalence seems to rule my life. i need to pick up a hobby or something... heheh.
i guess thats why i admire people with dedication. the will to carry something through.. even though pain may be inevitable. im not saying continueing to write here is painful.. but.. u know what i mean. passion is not something that all of us have. it takes hard work and determination.. not to mention tenacity and a bit of obstination. people with drive are kinda sexy... heheh. maybe one day i would find something for myself.. something that could help me take charge of my life and live it with a certain purpose.
so.. anyone catch american idol lately? the final results show was on last night.. and if u missed it.. u should hit urself in the face right now. it was... monumental to say the least. the gods of the 70s to 80s came back on screen... tony bennett, gladys knight, and bette midler are just some of the names our parents grew up with. they give music the inspiration that popular bands nowadays can never hope to achieve. theyre the reason why people realised they loved music... the strong voices that move, the lyrics that melted the hearts of the sentimental. a special mention to tony bennett.. i respect that old man( i think he's like 70).. his voice is indescribably... well.. indescribable. beautiful.
american idol may be one of the most commercialised reality tv series in the histiry of the cosmos. and theyre making it worth their while. by bringing together all the artistes that made history... they celebrate the hopeful musicians of the future. it is an appreciation of something that brings all people together.. music. i might be praising this show too much, but this is in awe of the show that was on last night. it was put together with finesse.
so jordin won... kinda expected it after melinda got kicked out eh. blake didnt stand a chance against this fiery and talented 17 year old. sure he is probably the most original and spunky contestant to date.. some may even go to the length to saying he's cute, but jordin... she's a good singer. and at her age.. she might just become another whitney housten or celine dion with that much space to grow and explore her god-given vocals. this is.. of course.. said with much optimism for her career. past idols havent really proved themselves worthy or worship. so.. i guess we'll see won't we. all we do know is.. as long as there is new blood, and as long as there are those willing to listen, music will live on.
rock on people.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
still hating the internet
human intelligence.. is seriously overrated.
i just visited a chatroom... and regretted my every step towards entering it. i wont say which,this is to protect all who might be curious, or foolish, enough to try it out(remember that idiom about the cat?). but once i went in, i thought an internet war had started without my knowledge.
people were accusing each other of being pedophiles. go figure.
racist comments littered the page.
others, as i expected, were pining for some webcam action.
in summary.. there was so much hating i could almost see WMDs being thrown around.
there were 14 year olds signed into the site. 14year olds.
then i made another bad choice. no.. leaving the room was the best choice i could have ever made. it was going into the next site that almost made me curse the day i was born. it was a blog. some mildly famous local artiste (a wannabe really.. she thinks shes popular *rolls eyes*) whose ways have been polluted with a more liberalised american culture. i am using great restraint in keeping her name anonymous.. it would do us all good not to give her more attention than she already has, negative or (god forbid) otherwise. but yes... as u may already guess... she was a little bimbo... u know.. the ones with the nails and the obsession with brad pitt. wait... everyone is obsessed with brad pitt. whatever. forget her drastically photoshopped picures, this girl, was seriously the epitomy of artificial beauty without brain. she condemned all hope for her redemption when i read her latest post. half the time it was senseless dribbling and the other half pissed me off because she was trying, in futility, to be funny. i still havent got back at the friend who put "wish-i-was-barbie's" link on her blog. we need to have a serious talk about this.
the rest of the day didnt take a turn for the better. i gave up on the computer and the internet. and switched on the tv. oh the marvels of the modern man's inventions. somehow i ended up watching MTV's 'my super sweet 16'. this time i did curse. i cursed the day they were born. all the spoiled little brats with daddy's plastic who didnt give a damn about the world around them and only cared for their selfish little pompous selves. ok.. so maybe i was a little jealous about the nice big cars they got for their birthday... eheh... but the prissy attitude each kid displayed was truly despicable.
im not dispensing hate here. im really just sorry for the ignorance kids, and probably some adults, have in the world today. ok.. maybe not sorry... just... saddened? no. erm.. i guess ambivalence should do it. i couldnt really care for what became of them. though it is a scary thought.. to think that they are a product of today's money-war-crazed society.
so much for evolution. i always did say it was a load of balogne.
hmmm.. maybe i should take up yoga instead...
i just visited a chatroom... and regretted my every step towards entering it. i wont say which,this is to protect all who might be curious, or foolish, enough to try it out(remember that idiom about the cat?). but once i went in, i thought an internet war had started without my knowledge.
people were accusing each other of being pedophiles. go figure.
racist comments littered the page.
others, as i expected, were pining for some webcam action.
in summary.. there was so much hating i could almost see WMDs being thrown around.
there were 14 year olds signed into the site. 14year olds.
then i made another bad choice. no.. leaving the room was the best choice i could have ever made. it was going into the next site that almost made me curse the day i was born. it was a blog. some mildly famous local artiste (a wannabe really.. she thinks shes popular *rolls eyes*) whose ways have been polluted with a more liberalised american culture. i am using great restraint in keeping her name anonymous.. it would do us all good not to give her more attention than she already has, negative or (god forbid) otherwise. but yes... as u may already guess... she was a little bimbo... u know.. the ones with the nails and the obsession with brad pitt. wait... everyone is obsessed with brad pitt. whatever. forget her drastically photoshopped picures, this girl, was seriously the epitomy of artificial beauty without brain. she condemned all hope for her redemption when i read her latest post. half the time it was senseless dribbling and the other half pissed me off because she was trying, in futility, to be funny. i still havent got back at the friend who put "wish-i-was-barbie's" link on her blog. we need to have a serious talk about this.
the rest of the day didnt take a turn for the better. i gave up on the computer and the internet. and switched on the tv. oh the marvels of the modern man's inventions. somehow i ended up watching MTV's 'my super sweet 16'. this time i did curse. i cursed the day they were born. all the spoiled little brats with daddy's plastic who didnt give a damn about the world around them and only cared for their selfish little pompous selves. ok.. so maybe i was a little jealous about the nice big cars they got for their birthday... eheh... but the prissy attitude each kid displayed was truly despicable.
im not dispensing hate here. im really just sorry for the ignorance kids, and probably some adults, have in the world today. ok.. maybe not sorry... just... saddened? no. erm.. i guess ambivalence should do it. i couldnt really care for what became of them. though it is a scary thought.. to think that they are a product of today's money-war-crazed society.
so much for evolution. i always did say it was a load of balogne.
hmmm.. maybe i should take up yoga instead...
Friday, May 11, 2007
getting the hang of this
its the third blog entry and im starting to like this... maybe ranting mindlessly online isnt so bad after all. and im so frickin proud of myself for getting that cbox in... it was, surprisingly, a piece of cake. im not so ignorant after all... of course.. they did give me step-by-step instructions. it was idiot-proof. so maybe i shouldnt be so proud... oh well. im digging this shit anyways.
so.. thursday came. and went. we got a gold. so... what else is there to say? the group was disappointed, but i think we have all come to an acceptance right now. no regrets at least... and gold isnt bad. its still shiny. hwa chong and victoria did well... i respect that. and i have my hat off to all the others who tried their best.
i was too tired to feel anything anyways. 48 hours of no sleep takes all sense of emotion out of u. i was a walking zombie. fell asleep during tuning, fell asleep during the prep talk, fell asleep after the results were announced. and fell asleep on the taxi i has to take back home cos i was too frickin tired go public. my mates kept asking if i was alright.. maybe i did look a bit comatose.
this insomnia is taking the life out of me. not that i had much in the first place.. but u know what i mean. my biological clock is seriously effed up. i cant make it go back to 'normal' mode. i wish i could say it was jet lag... i wouldnt be so adamant about this lack of control of my sleep if it was due to too much travel. but no.. i didnt have to change time zones for me to feel this sucky.
so if i seem hungover in school.. if i do go to school that is (chuckles).. forgive me for being a jerk. i might fall asleep during conversation or while eating. hardly anything seems to rev me up nowadays. no.. not even starbucks. and thats saying something.
so.. thursday came. and went. we got a gold. so... what else is there to say? the group was disappointed, but i think we have all come to an acceptance right now. no regrets at least... and gold isnt bad. its still shiny. hwa chong and victoria did well... i respect that. and i have my hat off to all the others who tried their best.
i was too tired to feel anything anyways. 48 hours of no sleep takes all sense of emotion out of u. i was a walking zombie. fell asleep during tuning, fell asleep during the prep talk, fell asleep after the results were announced. and fell asleep on the taxi i has to take back home cos i was too frickin tired go public. my mates kept asking if i was alright.. maybe i did look a bit comatose.
this insomnia is taking the life out of me. not that i had much in the first place.. but u know what i mean. my biological clock is seriously effed up. i cant make it go back to 'normal' mode. i wish i could say it was jet lag... i wouldnt be so adamant about this lack of control of my sleep if it was due to too much travel. but no.. i didnt have to change time zones for me to feel this sucky.
so if i seem hungover in school.. if i do go to school that is (chuckles).. forgive me for being a jerk. i might fall asleep during conversation or while eating. hardly anything seems to rev me up nowadays. no.. not even starbucks. and thats saying something.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
so... now what?
im not sure how to start this...
what would u like to hear from a ranting 17 year old? hmm lets see... i have the social life of a hamster in hibernation, the enigma of a sloth in coma , the attractiveness of a snail under the attack of salt, and the personality of an epileptic worm.
this is going so well already...
but one thing is for sure. i am made of dreams. my dreams make me who i am. of course... most of my dreams may be just mindless fantasizing on my own wilful part, but still, they give me hope and optimism for the future. and they give me great ideas for stories too... my imagination is anything but tamed.
just recently i have been thinking more about my future. usually i live by the minute, as i drag myself through all those doggone days in school. but then sometimes u just cant help thinkin can u? what would it be like? the future that is. it is cause for serious thought when u have to make a choice that will shape the path for ur life. this choice i will have to make, inevitably, albeit against my will, at the end of this year.
so... what would it be like, to be somewhere else? i have yearned to see the world ever since i watched my first travel documentary. my thirst for new experiences, and the exploration of such, will not be quenched until i leave this country. here, i feel pigeonholed, stifled. i need to see for myself what its like... the world.
look at me... all starry-eyed and hopeful. a critic would snigger... i have too optimistic a view of the world which i plan to conquer through discovery. living an independant life of travelling across borders may seem ideal, but dreams can be crushed by reality. the world has yet to put me down with its cruek ways. until i see for myself the hardship that life can bring, i will see the world with the innocence of childlike wonder. reality, as i have often heard, is a dream's archnemesis. only the brave and determined can get past its harshness to achieve their dreams.
what would u like to hear from a ranting 17 year old? hmm lets see... i have the social life of a hamster in hibernation, the enigma of a sloth in coma , the attractiveness of a snail under the attack of salt, and the personality of an epileptic worm.
this is going so well already...
but one thing is for sure. i am made of dreams. my dreams make me who i am. of course... most of my dreams may be just mindless fantasizing on my own wilful part, but still, they give me hope and optimism for the future. and they give me great ideas for stories too... my imagination is anything but tamed.
just recently i have been thinking more about my future. usually i live by the minute, as i drag myself through all those doggone days in school. but then sometimes u just cant help thinkin can u? what would it be like? the future that is. it is cause for serious thought when u have to make a choice that will shape the path for ur life. this choice i will have to make, inevitably, albeit against my will, at the end of this year.
so... what would it be like, to be somewhere else? i have yearned to see the world ever since i watched my first travel documentary. my thirst for new experiences, and the exploration of such, will not be quenched until i leave this country. here, i feel pigeonholed, stifled. i need to see for myself what its like... the world.
look at me... all starry-eyed and hopeful. a critic would snigger... i have too optimistic a view of the world which i plan to conquer through discovery. living an independant life of travelling across borders may seem ideal, but dreams can be crushed by reality. the world has yet to put me down with its cruek ways. until i see for myself the hardship that life can bring, i will see the world with the innocence of childlike wonder. reality, as i have often heard, is a dream's archnemesis. only the brave and determined can get past its harshness to achieve their dreams.
in the beginning there was me
im starting this blog on a whim. somehow a little small voice in me wanted me to prove i could actually commit to something.
believe me i have tried.
a miniblog set up a few years ago proved the inadequecy of the internet when i found that my account got lost one day i tried to update it. i had been working on the blog for a month. i had never stuck to doing anything for a month before that... so yes... i was sufficiently enraged by the missing blog. nothing a few hours of cussing couldnt cure though... heheh.
then there was an attempt at a joint blog with a friend. erm... its no longer a joint blog.
okay. so i have commitment problems. by initiating this blog i am showing i am willing to fall upon my knees and grovel at the feet of 'Dedication'.
from now on... i am its servant.
believe me i have tried.
a miniblog set up a few years ago proved the inadequecy of the internet when i found that my account got lost one day i tried to update it. i had been working on the blog for a month. i had never stuck to doing anything for a month before that... so yes... i was sufficiently enraged by the missing blog. nothing a few hours of cussing couldnt cure though... heheh.
then there was an attempt at a joint blog with a friend. erm... its no longer a joint blog.
okay. so i have commitment problems. by initiating this blog i am showing i am willing to fall upon my knees and grovel at the feet of 'Dedication'.
from now on... i am its servant.
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