shit happens.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Opening up to the world,
Sometimes we are just too, urm, self-centred/ I dunno how to phrase it. But yah, we just stay in our comfort zones, not willing to venture out, not willing to try smth new. Okay maybe i don't mean not as in not. Not really willing.
Not giving others a chance. Label them as smth, and just stereotype. Easy mah, stereotyping. But we haven't even given them enough time to prove to us otherwise that they're not who we think they are. And as a result, we miss out on another chance at making friends with someone who could just be your lifelong friend. We first connect with people whom we are comfortable with, those who share common interests with us (of course). But most of the time it just stops there. Mm. Never go and try to talk to those who are poles apart from you. Okay lah not the norm, but most people. I think I'm one of 'em. I'm a goddamn stereotyper. And that's not good.
Hmm. Correct hor.
Anyways. Got alot of videos is those kind of ghost-pop-out-accompanied-by-screams on fb now. Seems like they made their way to fb alr. My 3rd scare already. And I cried at this 3rd one LOL. Too sleepy + tired eyes + too concentrated. Damn. Malu leh.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Poles apart.
Sometimes, thinking too much just takes out the fun from everything.
Thinking about how this and that, that and this, what if this, that, this, him, her. Limits our choices and restricts our actions. No idea why but I can't seem to just do what I want to do.
Anyways bought my new bass. Another red one in fact. Bo bian ah, fetish for red basses.
Sounds as awesome as it looks.
Awesome song. Even better to play to. Just makes you sad and all. Even when you're playing out of tune
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Love me, love me,
Pretend that you love me.
Ey, 1 year passed already since last year (..?).
As in. I've always been aware of time, and been noticing that it's actually reaching the end of 2009 already. But when the Facebook photos come up of friends 1 year my junior celebrating their graduation day, and teachers uploading their always-hilarious graduation day videos,
you just stop and think; hmm. 1 year has passed.
In secondary school, you always think back how fun it was in primary school; till you grew attached to your secondary school.
Same goes for every phase, secondary school, JC, and perhaps even NS life.
At least now I'm enjoying my NS life, or so I think I am.
Anyways, a casual conversation in camp with a friend evoked a whole flurry of emotions. He was talking about how much he wanted to leave the country after NS, and settle down in Canada.
I questioned him, ain't there alot to lose if you leave Singapore, a country where all your friends, memories, family are?
'There's alot to lose yes, but there's much more to gain out there. The sky here's too small to do anything dood.'
I've seen and heard and know of many friends who are wanting to settle down overseas, perhaps just working there for a few years, or even migrating there. Come to think about it, it may be an alternative. Mm.
Anyways, I'm determined to bring my bassplaying to a further level already. Not gonna let it just collect dust on the stand.
mm. There's always this group of people in your life. Whom you can talk to once in a while, and yet able to sustain that close-friends-kind-of talk. On the other hand, you can just don't talk to them forever ever again and it doesn't matter as well.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Ooh, are we gonna make it?
Hah. I'm a 6months soldier now(Not really, but just like 4days later). To think about it, it's kinda fast, but if you actually think about it carefully, it's quite slow, but again, thinking about it in other points of view make it rather fast.
So it's best not to think about it. I'm like an official clerk now, and okay lah, people's been pleased with my performance, people giving me privileges and all, just makes me feel better at least.
And now with things to keep me occupied during the long breaks here and there scattered throughout the day, it's beginning to make life here purposeful also. (Talking as if I just accepted some religion into my life, but nah C; )
My pay keeps on decreasing though, now that I'm a non-combat soldier, it just further decreases. Now I even have to take down my expenditure and make sure the money in mah bank is growing positively. If not after I ORD, shitzxz gonna happen when I got no money for lappy and stuff. And by stuff, they don't come cheap. hah
Thinking of selling my bass and topping up for another one, hah. But hmm. Dunno whether this money spent would be necessary. Argh.
It's only October and I'm already hoping Santa comes pay me a visit
Monday, October 5, 2009
Coincidences,
coincidences
My grandma's new maid has always been talking about how me and her son look alike. The 1)height, the 2)build, and even about how our 3)raging hormones making their way to our faces.
Today when I was packing up my room(and my mom trying to shift the living room here and there), she came up to help.
She noticed my bass, and she suddenly talked about how her 4)son plays the bass also. My mom then said I always blast my music loud in my room, and how I stick to the computer the whole day, 5)so does her son. At this point she keeps on going on and on about how much I resemble her son, vice versa. As she continues smiling and talking about her son, here comes the epic win.
I share the same name as her son. Harris.
Haha, how many Harris' are there in the world who is (rather) tall and skinny, has some fked up acne problem, plays the bass and is some lifeless computer addict. Hmm. No joke eh, no joke.
Anyways talking about clearing up my room(den/mess/pit/sty), my uncle who's moving house has lots of unwanted furniture, so he's practically giving everything in his house away. I took his desk, which is like 10123403289x bigger than my old one, and 128319481423x nicer. Took one whole day just to rearrange and clean up and stuffs. And I'm having this wild idea of repainting my entire room in time to come, let's say December when I have a long break.
And Liverpool just suffered the 3rd loss of the season.
My grandma's new maid has always been talking about how me and her son look alike. The 1)height, the 2)build, and even about how our 3)raging hormones making their way to our faces.
Today when I was packing up my room(and my mom trying to shift the living room here and there), she came up to help.
She noticed my bass, and she suddenly talked about how her 4)son plays the bass also. My mom then said I always blast my music loud in my room, and how I stick to the computer the whole day, 5)so does her son. At this point she keeps on going on and on about how much I resemble her son, vice versa. As she continues smiling and talking about her son, here comes the epic win.
I share the same name as her son. Harris.
Haha, how many Harris' are there in the world who is (rather) tall and skinny, has some fked up acne problem, plays the bass and is some lifeless computer addict. Hmm. No joke eh, no joke.
Anyways talking about clearing up my room(den/mess/pit/sty), my uncle who's moving house has lots of unwanted furniture, so he's practically giving everything in his house away. I took his desk, which is like 10123403289x bigger than my old one, and 128319481423x nicer. Took one whole day just to rearrange and clean up and stuffs. And I'm having this wild idea of repainting my entire room in time to come, let's say December when I have a long break.
And Liverpool just suffered the 3rd loss of the season.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Like a burning fire,
I keep fueling my flame with random stuffs. The fire burning, add in some random cotton wool, dry grass, coconut husk, paper, wood, cardboard;
and everything ends up in smoke. Smelly smoke.
I find it hard to concentrate on just one thing. Just one. Here I am, trying to do this and that, this and that,
and sometimes when the plans're all drawn up, they get crumpled and disposed of in a matter of minutes.
By random stuffs I mean;
Seems like a good way to spend my time, but when I bookout, it's hard(really) to withstand the temptation of the computer I have longed for the past 5 days, so much so that I actually may spend up to 2 whole days at it. Equals next book-in day.
Argh. I always knew I'm good at alot of things, but time-planning and prioritising just ain't one of them(laughs). So here I am, with a long list of stuffs to do, but put aside when I'm home.
Okay how about in camp?
Well. I get people saying and keep picking on me, saying how studious and nerdzxz I am for just reading a book, what say me actually studying something. Hmm. Okay I can just ignore em, since I'm doing what I want. But ohwells. That's low self-esteem for you. People say smth negative about you and you stop doing whatever immediately.
And basically it's just sleeping to recover whatever brainjuices I lost, in place of the sweat and muscle fatigues I've been missing out. Clerks also get their fare share of exercises though, just that it's all in da mind.
Oh wells. My fire's still burning and producing some black smog now. Not productive, not productive. All I need now is something, to at least collect the heat generated, at least garnering some results and some use from the fire burning.
EDIT: I JUST FOUND MY NEW LOVE
and everything ends up in smoke. Smelly smoke.
I find it hard to concentrate on just one thing. Just one. Here I am, trying to do this and that, this and that,
and sometimes when the plans're all drawn up, they get crumpled and disposed of in a matter of minutes.
By random stuffs I mean;
1) I always wanted to be a journalist, but not really knowing how the job/career/w-ever works, so here I am reading up on it.
2) Sometimes, even the urge to take up photography. But stalling the plans to learn/buy a DXL camera till I'm really loaded, or smth like that. And combine that with 1) we get photojournalism!
3) I always wanted to improve on my bass-playing, and get a MusicMan Stingray. Too, plans of getting a bass worth a few grand stalled till when I'm really loaded, or smth like that. And to finally play at a gig. Hmm.
2) Sometimes, even the urge to take up photography. But stalling the plans to learn/buy a DXL camera till I'm really loaded, or smth like that. And combine that with 1) we get photojournalism!
3) I always wanted to improve on my bass-playing, and get a MusicMan Stingray. Too, plans of getting a bass worth a few grand stalled till when I'm really loaded, or smth like that. And to finally play at a gig. Hmm.
4) I have this fetish for the Spanish language, so I may try to take out some time to pick up the language, and converse with some hot spanish chicks with blue eyes and brown luscious locks dancing salsa.
5) And also, to pick up the guitar, and also drums.
Goddamit this is. not feasible
5) And also, to pick up the guitar, and also drums.
Goddamit this is. not feasible
Argh. I always knew I'm good at alot of things, but time-planning and prioritising just ain't one of them(laughs). So here I am, with a long list of stuffs to do, but put aside when I'm home.
Okay how about in camp?
Well. I get people saying and keep picking on me, saying how studious and nerdzxz I am for just reading a book, what say me actually studying something. Hmm. Okay I can just ignore em, since I'm doing what I want. But ohwells. That's low self-esteem for you. People say smth negative about you and you stop doing whatever immediately.
And basically it's just sleeping to recover whatever brainjuices I lost, in place of the sweat and muscle fatigues I've been missing out. Clerks also get their fare share of exercises though, just that it's all in da mind.
Oh wells. My fire's still burning and producing some black smog now. Not productive, not productive. All I need now is something, to at least collect the heat generated, at least garnering some results and some use from the fire burning.
Even fire burning on the dancefloor is more useful than my fire ):
EDIT: I JUST FOUND MY NEW LOVE
