A blog to put all about me online. My good days. My bad days. My experiences. My shortcomings. My dreams. My desires. Just one little glitch: true or false. Let's see who gets deluded.
You wanna know why I've turned into a cold, unfeeling person? You wanna know why I don't care about people they way I used to? You wanna know why I'm so uptight and why I'd rather be alone? You wanna know why I don't trust anyone as easily anymore?
Because in the end, they all treat you like crap.
It don't matter how much you care, or how much you help them.
In the end, people just want to make use of you. In the end, they just want to sap your sympathy out of you. In the end, they don't even care two hoots about you after all has been said and done.
I was supposed to be doing some work, but I'm really tired, and I got carried away checking out some music online, so....
Lady Gaga - Bad Romance
I'm not a huge fan of Lady Gaga - she's all up in people's faces trying to be different but I think she's very much a manufacture of pop culture commercialisation. I've only ever liked Just Dance, which I posted here before she became a hit with Poker Face. This new song, off her upcoming album, redeems her as an artist, though. Take a listen.
Kim Tae Woo - Love Rain
It's a huge song in Korea right now, but Kim Tae Woo's music has always been soulful, hit or no hit. If you like this one, check out his other song, Memory & Remembrance.
TTL (Time To Love) - T-ara & Supernova
Catchy one, this one. I love Korean music for its commitment to perfection. Every single song that the Koreans put out is produced so merticulously, it sounds just perfect (right down to the pitch and tempo) for radio airplay. Overproduction isn't a good thing when it comes to music in general, but in the case of Korean music, there's no such thing as an over-produced song, just a perfectly produced one.
I'll let the song's lyrics speak for this beautiful track.
Down in a local bar Out on the boulevard The sound of an old guitar is saving you
Don't turn away Dry your eyes, dry your eyes Don't be afraid Keep it all inside, all inside When you fall apart Dry your eyes, dry your eyes Life is always hard for the belle of the boulevard
"I used to think guys appreciated girls who have something intelligent to say about soccer, gadgets, the stock market, politics.... until someone told me that I should just pretend to be interested in only shopping."
Sorry, I don't waste my time pretending, so does that mean I'm pretty much luckless with the boys?
I'm taking a short break before continuing with the last bit of my work.
Here's some food for thought:
Upon completion of Hello Hurricane, the band had concluded a season of independence and artistic freedom that hadn't been experienced since the band recorded The Beautiful Letdown independently. Once this season was concluded, the band began shopping around for partners to distribute the songs all across the globe, "looking for the best partner to give these songs a large platform that is respectful to the people that listen to our music." On August 7, 2009, Switchfoot announced that their independently-owned label, lowercase people records, would be partnering with Atlantic Records to distribute Hello Hurricane globally. EMI CMG will meanwhile retain the rights to release Switchfoot's material to the Christian market.
I stumbled upon this piece of information while doing some research (which reminds me, I have to get a move on for a certain project - yes, work is getting busier and more exciting).
Switchfoot will be releasing their upcoming album, Hello Hurricane, via an indie label, but will be distributing it under a major label. So that they can stay true to their music and yet allow their music to reach the maximum number of music lovers out there.
Kinda like my blog, hmmm? I'm not a blogger who posts (digitally enhanced) pictures of herself up and reports on her latest shopping spree. Neither do I detail every single day of my life here.
I prefer to ponder upon (some say) serious topics, that can put the yawn in the word "bore".
I've toyed with the idea of lightening my blog up, but naaaaah.
That's not me.
So really, what I'm saying is, it's so much easier to be myself than to pretend to be like the other a million and one bloggers out there right?
The papers this weekend is full of wonderful stories and articles - an Insignt feature on censorship in Singapore, the US passed a legislation to include homosexuals in the list of groups protected under the hate-crime law, Senior Minister of State Grace Fu spoke up about women making choices between work and family.
(I'll probably blog about them later.)
And then K. Shanmugan, Minister for Law, at the New York State Bar Association International Section meeting. He talked about the link between press and democracy in Singapore.
I wasn't too keen on posting about this topic, since it's such a been-there-done-that one, but my friend Clement Tan wrote this over at Asian Correspondent.
It's a little difficult to read, because Clem loves using rhetoric, but the gist is very well summed up in his conclusion:
"Nothing really new I guess. But I am just concerned that as the Singapore political and historical rhetoric gets spun and respun by successive generations, Singapore's collective sense of reality would dissipate and fragment if competing versions aren't heard by the masses. Memories are what binds communities together and all histories are constructed... but if the basis for any construction is too contrived and are insufficiently organic or authentic, then people would be disconnected from it all. I mean, don't you feel dizzy after being spun around all the time?"
What plight has the government put us into, and how many of us are even aware of it?
I live in my jeans - I think they're the smartest attire invention ever because they are so comfortable and they're hardy. Also, they can be real stylish, if you have an eye for cut and detail. I'm loving the new Levi's Lady Style range.
So anyway (before I veer off topic), I decided to wear a skirt today. To work. I usually reserve skirts for really special occasions when I won't have to be in it for long.
Today I'm attending my colleague's wedding dinner. Hence the skirt. And oh yeah, I'm in heels too. Double whammy.
I regretted wearing it the moment I stepped out of my house. I had difficulty walking and felt absolutely uncomfortable.
The only way I could make it to the office in one piece was to hop onto a cab, so that's what I did.
When I got to the office, I tried my best to walk like a normal person, and I think I failed horribly. I even bumped into a glass door a la Ugly Betty.
I must be the only idiot to behave as such when I'm dressed in a skirt/dress. Actually, I'm already an idiot for choosing to wear the skirt and heels today in the first place.
Wearing something pretty (like a skirt or a pair of heels) is supposed to make a girl feel more confident, isn't it? It's supposed to make girls think that they're prettier and/or sexier, and hence they become more confident, right?
So how come I feel more stupid/bimbotic when I'm in something pretty? It's not like I've never worn this outfit before - I've even been clubbing in my skirt and heels!
I suppose all this comes down to two (very simple) conclusions - we gotta dress in what makes us comfortable, only then can we be confident of ourselves. And oh yeah, dress appropriately for the occasion too, you don't wanna be labeled yet another sloppy Singaporean.
I'm too busy making sure I don't fall in my heels or rip my skirt, and I therefore completely miss the point of looking pretty!
So. Lesson learnt. I've got to get through the dinner tonight first. Wish me luck.
I said, “Hey you, this is me. The idealist inside that holds your love on a string, wound and tied like kites to all your hopes and dreams. What a tangled mess that they’ve turned out to be. Take a breath, and ask yourself what matters.”
Days like masquerades, silent, hiding in the shadows, Stripped of their disguise leave you haunted as you scatter. But you’re always on my mind. You’re always on my mind.
When you feel lost out at sea, surrounded by on equal sides the same routine, Becoming what you swore you’d never be. Don’t distress, there’s a big bright place if you stay close to me. Take a breath, and I’ll show you what matters.
You’re always on my mind. You’re always on my mind.
Days like masquerades, take a breath and feel what matters.
Take a breath and feel it.
That poem was taken off William Becket (frontman of The Academy Is...)'s blog. Ain't it beautiful? I wish I had such wonderful flair with words/lyrics.
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I'm leaving with a quote from Grey's Anatomy.
"If there's something worse than fearing for your job, it's staying in a job that doesn't allow you to utilize your talents," Christina Yang.
I really have to sit down and think about this.
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Eeeks, two days left till the voting ends!! Wish me luck, please!!
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Yue Hui: Hahaha. Wait long long. I forgot to mention that I love going to the movies alone. Lol.
The weekend's almost over!! I'm, as usual, raring to get to work.... I've got lots of things to clear off my to-do list, gah.
This weekend turned out to be the weekend I planned for but didn't happen, haha. I had planned to party and shop, but I was tired, and things just happened at the wrong time. It all ended well anyway, since I needed the (well-deserved) rest.
I still managed to squeeze in a little partying! I was at the CLEO Rocks party, and it was great! It was well-orgnised and nothing pleases me more than to have an event well-executed.
I brought my sis along with me for her virgin bonafide clubbing experience. She doesn't really know how she feels about clubbing yet, but at least now she knows what clubbing is kinda like.
We proceeded to Phuture later, and even though I was there only for about an hour, I really had fun.
I wish I could've stayed longer, but my sis and I were really tired out.
I'm holding the partying till Cheryl gets back from Korea to party again. It's gonna be a looooong two weeks.
Boyzone was one of my favourite boybands growing up. I've got all their old albums, and I love singing along to their tracks.
(Nope, I ain't afraid to admit that I listened to boybands when I was a teenager.)
And Stephen Gately was my first crush ever on a boyband member.
(Yes, I know he came out a number of years ago.)
I was shocked when I heard news of his death. It was so sudden, as with all deaths - you never really appreciate someone's presence in your life till you lose them.
RIP Stephen Gately.
I can't decide on my favourite Boyzone song. So here're my top three choices, dedicated to you, Stephen. Thank you for the music.
I wish I were....
More realistic.... Less practical....
More individualistic.... Less eccentric....
More passionate.... Less obsessive.....
More outgoing.... Less introverted....
Go figure.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long-since-canceled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
