Sunday, August 27, 2006
Aerosmith - Cryin
Yup.. gigglez.
Kinda like a small moment, a tiny fragment in time where everything goes still, your heart palpitates a little and suddenly, boom. all goes dark again.
By the way, I feel like narrating today. Not blogging, narrating. Narrating about everything in general. But neither time, coffee nor blood grants me the indulgence, so I'll refrain. However I must sssshhharre, that to take my Selmer Paris out of the case alongside the many Fenders and Warwicks, to be the subject of incredulous stares by matrockers, to just be able to shed the symphonic shell and just play, that's the stuff I've been dreaming of all my life. I thank everyone that has given me the chance (haha punpunpun) to play, because as a metaller myself I know by having a Sax in the band limits the heaviness of the music, but hey, it's all about the band, and I'm willing to step aside anytime and go erm play the triangle or sth.
But before I start going on and on and on, playing at Jemma's audition thingy was one of the most satisfying things I have ever done, and I don't know, I like that feeling. And I talk of learning Bass and all so I can play more music, but I wouldn't mind practicing till my mouth piece turns crimson ( a slight hyperbole) if I could get that feeling again..
so even as the expectations of Teacher's Day weigh upon me like a insert cliched heavy object, and as I wet my pants worrying about screwing up, while feeling organismic recalling the highs of yesterday, the next post has the song that has resided in my cranium, and I think dosen't really wanna let go anymore since the past few weeks. Anyway, I've written way to much now, world peace everyone.
Delivered at 11:23 PM;
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Just to notify, if anyone out there is Star World deprived like me and can only be contented with Thrash Idol every wed and thurs night, please visit rockstarsupernova.blogspot.com, which I have place under moi links for all the episodes since Week One. Thank heavens for this guy man, someone should buy him a beer or two..
Inothernews, I have slept a grand total of 5 hours the past 48 and I'm slowly begining to understand the lyrics of Purple Haze by Hendrix.Ugh. Sleep's underated. Sleep hangovers, if the term even exists, suck. But anyway this is the only day this week that I haven't been bogged down by acronyms, acrimony and acrobatics so it's still a lil bearable. Cheers.
Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just dont seem the same
Actin' funny, but I dont know why
S'cuse me while I kiss the sky
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
"You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows."- Bob Dylan, Subterranean Homesick Blues
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Moon RiverWider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream makerYou heart breaker
Wherever you're goingI'm going your way
Two drifters Off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see
We're after the same rainbow's end
Waiting 'round the bend,
My huckleberry friend,Moon River and me.
Sometimes you can't make it, on your own.
Delivered at 8:32 PM;
Friday, August 18, 2006
I'm gonna miss you Jeff. It fucking sucks, that I have band to go to tommorow which I can't even think of skipping to send you, my friend of 10 years off at the airport. I'm sorry for swearing. I try my utmost never to swear on this site, but really, please understand that this blows so bad, that I can't even say goodbye personally to someone I've shared 10 years of friendship with. It pains me that besides writing here and calling him tommorow at the airport, I can't do anything, anything at all for my friend as he leaves Singapore for good.
This is the worst way to say farewell. On a bloody website.
I hope you won't forget us Jeff, because we won't forget you, and I really, really, really wish you all the best my friend, no matter how fucking shallow and hollow it sounds and feels typing this on bloody BLOGGER instead of saying this to you at the airport with a hug and a pat on the back.
take care will ya.
and I apologize once again for the lack of restraint with my language but really, what the fuck is wrong with this world? It's not fair.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Fine. Now all I wanna do, is to like go on a break, no wait call it a hiatus, from this doldrums of existence and form a killer band with Gliby Clarke, Jason Newstead and Tommy Lee and rock our damned socks off. Reprive, thy name is decadence. Someone pass the prozac...ugh. And by the way, TIS cruel that I don't have Star World on cable, THUS every wednesday and thursday I have to resign myself with the shit on TV called Singapore Idol when I could be enjoying Rockstar Supernova at the very same point of time on Star World. If not for the darlings on youtube who posts the episodes every week, I'd be severly annoyed.
But why, oh why is a song by Gloria Gaynor on Rockstar? Priss exprain! We need some Maiden, Guns N Roses or even M e t a l l i c a dammit.
And someday, when I'm old and grey, I'll look back on posts like this and lament my decadent youth and my wasting of blogger when I should be writing intricate thoughts about humanity and nature in perfect prose, articulating my every word with panache and careful consideration.
But that's not the present, yeeeehhhaaaa!
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
The sun'll come out tomorrow
So you gotta hang until tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow tomorrow I love you tomorrow
You're always a day away
May I inquire if it's socially accpetable, taboo, or sad and pathethic to wish, verbally or otherwise that you hope that you won't spend your birthday in solitude, or is it just a naunce of a feeling that comes with other yardsticks in life that define how much you mean to others and that the hope that people remember when's your birthday isn't so much about the birthday but rather the remembrance itself?
Well we'll never know will we, Que Sera Sera.
In other news, today's TOK lecture by Mr Chew was mindblowingly smart, philosophical, thought provoking, and dare I say a resounding gong of a justification to my laments on the cold, metallic and cruel feelings that science evoked in me in a post earlier on this site. Once again the fact that I've wrote so much nonsense to deserve archiving never ceases to cause amusment within me. Speaking of archiving, I remember when I first tried the art, or the anti-art of blogging and autolycus paid me a visit. I was esctatic to see someone of such high intellect be willing to look at the scum of the blogging earth.
And then I realize, throughout my days that he scours, through links or otherwise probably, and plausibly the entire year 5 level dot blogspot dot com. And sometimes, I do wonder, now that after this template prevents me from adding a comment page, and that I have no intentions to place a tagboard on this site, whether autolycus still visits this site, as he does with such fervour and pathos the other blogs in the year 5 spectrum, and comments with such earnestness that the actual content of the blogs seem immaterial and dimmer in comparison.
I would be most pleasantly surprised and honoured by his presence if he did, and I don't know how, but somehow knowing that he does would be akin to the after taste of the lecture today: - Enlightening, and encouraging.
Ah yes. The fettuccini.
Monday, August 14, 2006
As the smoldering ash of the barbeque pit slowly ebbed and fell, and the night stilled as the party drew to a close, I realize, as we say goodbye to a brother that there is absolutely no other group of raucous, nonsensical and dignified barbarians I'd rather share my humble existence with than the good folks of yesterday.
And even as I find my true calling in making roasted marshmallows, I am heartened to see that even though in years to come we may not be in the same classes, cities, countries or planets anymore, at least there'll be a part of fourpointsixteen taken along with us to wherever we may be at.
Look we even have our own wiki! http://s10.invisionfree.com/Acxis/index.php?act=Attach&type=post&id=771918
sniff.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
To all those people doing lines, don't do it, don't do it. Inject your soul with liberty, it's free, it's free.
To all the kids with heroin eyes, don't do it, don't do it. Because it's not, not what it seems.
No, no it's not, not what it seems
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
To all those parents with sleepless nights, (sleepless nights), Tie your kids home to their beds, clear their heads.
To all the kids with heroin eyes, don't do it, don't do it. Because it's not, not what it seems.
No, no it's not, not what it seems
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.
Salvation, salvation, salvation is free.Salvation - The Cranberries
Oh great mother- of pearlz! It is with a heavy heart that I subject blogger to the cruel monotony that is the Singaporean student's favourite blogging topic -homework. My purpose in doing this is two fold. Firstly, I can't seem to find my school diary so any thoughts of planning my schedules have disappeared along with it. And secondly, I do believe that I have a relatively good memory, but with regards to dates and other academia my mind empties info like a sieve. HENCE, good folks, I shall attempt to just record some of the mindless things I have to do to future my eduacation. Ho hum. I'll probably delete this when I either 1) complete all the below, or 2) find my diary, or 3) see bacon falling from the sky. yawn... Let the games begin. EE Presentation and other thingums related to my first draft : Aug 13 TOK Presentation : Aug 15 IOP : Aug 24 Business IA primary/secondary research: Aug 31 Exams : Sometime too soon. As you can see, I have the planning skills of a doorknob, but at least I can roughly gauge how much caffiene to ingest during this period. Oh sometime within that period is like my birthday I think, but what's another day anyway. night.
Delivered at 6:01 PM;
*hyperventilates**
Delivered at 4:25 PM;
Monday, August 07, 2006
"Dilana...I wanna."
Sunday, August 06, 2006
I. REFLECTION
Crawling to my glass prison
A place where no one knows
My secret lonely world begins
So much safer here
A place where I can goTo forget about my daily sins
Life here in my glass prison
A place I once called home
Fall in nocturnal bliss again
Chasing a long lost friend
I no longer can control
Just waiting for this hopelessness to end
II. RESTORATION
Run - fast from the wreckage of the past
A shattered glass prison wall behind me
Fight - past walking through the ashes
A distant oasis before me
Cry - desperate crawling on my kneesBegging God to please stop the insanity
Help me - I'm trying to believe
Stop wallowing in my self pity
"We've been waiting for you my friend
The writing's been on the wall
All it takes is a little faith
You know you're the same as us all"
Help me - I can't break out this prison all alone
Save me - I'm drowning and I'm hopeless on my own
Heal me - I can't restore my sanity alone
III. REVELATION
The glass prison which once held me is gone.
Fell down on my knees and prayed
"Thy will be done"
I turned around, saw a light shining through.
The door was wide open.
Selections from The Glass Prison by Dream Theater, Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence
"most of your mommies and daddies must have been feeling frisky that christmas. cos TOO MANY OF YOU are having birthdays in august "
hahahahah, haven't heard the word frisky in a loong time. Random, but quoted be it must.
Delivered at 9:20 PM;
I like my fish bowl existence.
Delivered at 11:18 AM;
Friday, August 04, 2006
Good morning folks, it is an hour or so till I leave for the final haven rehearsal before the show actually starts tonight and indeed (one must always use indeed for purposes of finality) it has been a helluva experience, albeit one that will not last for much longer as I am subjected to a host of presentations and whatnot once the run's over. Notice how I'm conforming to whining about work like the rest of the world? Mmmhm.
Being a show musician is an incredible feeling, and although sometimes I'd wonder whether I'd prefer being on stage rather than below in a pit, I don't think I've enjoyed playing the Sax so much since I was in band. Perhaps it's the flexibility of the songs, the changing tempos and cues, or how what comes out of the pit results in the whole mood or atmosphere of the entire work being altered or enhanced. Or maybe it's because I don't belong in a symphonic band..
Whatever the reason may be, being a show musician has let me love making music, and before this turns into one of those pseudo poignant soliloquys with a spotlight on my face I think that's the most important, loving what you do. And maybe that's why a career in theater or performing arts may not seem such a distant thought away. Sure the hours are long, the work is demanding and more often than not you can't find solid income, but each performance, each time you step on stage or into an orchestral pit, there has to be a level of passion and interest that you can't do without if your work wishes to be treated with the least amount of quality. Technically you don't have to be passionate while doing accounts, removing a root canal or experimenting on lab rats, and this is why involvement in the Arts is but a voluntary exercise, and if you feel forced to do what you do, then the exit's that way my friend.
So after haven I think besides working on my Sax, I may be going for Bass lessons with Colin, the professional bassist playing for haven, who listens to Symphony X, plays the flute and is currently performing for Caberet the Musical. Sweeett. I wanna play Bass because it's always good to learn a new instrument, and bass is teh sex. And I think learning an instrument of this ilk will expand my ability, in the words of Mr Bukit Batok of the Mr Singapore contest, "to music of all genre". Yes. Indeed.
But if I ever make music my career though, I think it might only be on a freelance basis, yes and I will be a freelance bassist. har. But seriously, I wish prehaps that I started learning music from young, and honestly, playing or learning music might be tedious, but the rewards far outweigh all the theory lessons you have to haul your ass to. Sigh, if not for IB I would go all out to learn music at a Higher Level (eh sounds vaguely familar) and maybe form a band or some schitz like that.
And on a final note (pun not intended) before I scoot of to school, if I could have anything in the world, excluding world peace and good looks, anything at all...
I wanna have perfect pitch. sobs.