We used to be…

We used to be best friends

Isn’t that a familiar line? I think friendship means nothing to people now. Friends? Who are they? Do you even know what that means? Isn’t it funny how people you used to spend so much time with, seem to be a stranger to you right now? You guys don’t talk anymore; you have resort to using Facebook or Twitter to stalk them to find out how they are getting on with their lives ever since you’ve parted ways.

I don’t know about you but I feel so sad that all these are happening. You guys claim to be the best of friends, but why are all these happening? It’s good that you have more friends, but is it right to only come looking for your so called friends only when you have trouble? I don’t know.

I try to keep in contact with my friends. Even though I tend to neglect them at times, but y’know, trying to keep these things called friendships going is so difficult now. I try to text y’all but all I get is cold replies. Or maybe replies a few days later? Don’t try to tell me you don’t check your phone because that is probably a lie.

You might think those friends that you used to hang out with are no longer worth talking to anymore right now, you’re just going to regret and ask yourself later in life ‘What the hell happened?’ but by then, it’s too late.

xo

The Story of a Blind Girl – Unknown

The story of a blind girl

There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend. One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, “Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?” The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying:

“Just take care of my eyes dear.”

This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and who’s always been there even in the most painful situations.

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Life Is A Gift

Today before you think of saying an unkind word–
think of someone who can’t speak.

Before you complain about the taste of your food–
think of someone who has nothing to eat.

Before you complain about your husband or wife–
think of someone who is crying out to God for a companion.

Today before you complain about life–
think of someone who went too early to heaven.

Before you complain about your children–
think of someone who desires children but they’re barren.

Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn’t clean or sweep–
think of the people who are living in the streets.

Before whining about the distance you drive–
think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.

And when you are tired and complain about your job–
think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.

But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another–
remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.

And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down–
put a smile on your face and thank God you’re alive and still around.

Life is a gift – Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it, and Fulfill it.

-Unknown

Pishball love!

Three pretty girls in Far Far Away (Taken in Universal Studios, Singapore)

Dan and Pishball (That’s what he calls me)

Here’s some of the pictures that I took from Instagram:) I believe in using pictures in my post because a picture paints a thousand words. It speaks for itself. Then you might ask – Why not just get pictures from Tumblr or Pinterest but then again, I don’t like posting pictures that has no relevance to me, even tho it’s so pwetty. I absolutely detest the low resolution pictures which come out so blurry, but I don’t have a high definition camera. I’m planning to get myself a new polaroid camera, a CANON DSLR, and a vintage camera when I start working again!:)

Shall update y’all another time ❤

xo

Roses are red, Violets are blue.

My Ignite Tag

In case you don’t know what Ignite is, it’s this platform which RP organised where local bands in Singapore would be performing for. I especially loved 53A’s gig. I went to check them out after the Ignite Music Festival 2012 and they’re really good. I’m like ‘How could I not have known about them?’ after checking out their videos. Also, one of my goals is to perform on Ignite’s stage!! It’ll be such a great honour to perform alongside with all the other talented people.

My job there was to assist the monitor engineer by noting down where the 7 monitors are to placed for each band, as well as to help the mic ops to place the mics. It was tiring, but nevertheless, it was a great experience. (Have I mentioned that I look smokin’ in the black attire + walkie talkie and a headset!). As a musician/vocalist, you really don’t know how much work is put up backstage to ensure you have the maximum experience onstage. The stage crew’s eyes are present there not to enjoy the show after setting up for you, but to note if anything goes wrong and to immediately provide assistance. I really don’t know how some bands (I shall not name names) can turn out to be so arrogant just because they’re famous/popular when they are really dependent on the stage crew/sound engineers. I promise to be nice to the crew when I am out for performances, they deserve more credit for the things they do, honestly. Hopefully, I’ll be watchful of my attitude.

GB Day 2011

I woke up early today to head down to GM to catch the girls in their GB uniforms for GB Day! Caught up with some of the teachers and truly, I miss GM so much even though there are things that I wished could become better. I miss the togetherness of the school – how everyone is so much closer, how you’ll know everyone by the end of your school life there, how it is like family there. Maybe it only happens for my school, but I kinda miss that feeling a lot.

When I was in GM, every single day I prayed I will get out of there soon. But right now, all I want to do is go back and be in the presence of the teachers who nag whenever you don’t submit your homework. Now, you’re in charge of your own learning so if you don’t bother, no one else is going to. As I grow older everyday, people will be expecting more from you. It sucks how your little actions you do or words you say become taken seriously and you’ll get judged for it. It sucks how grades are based on whether the facilitator likes you or the amount of work they deem is satisfiable for an A. Sometimes you’re the one who did everything but hell, you get the worst grade of the group.

Another thing I feel that it’s sad would be my commitment to GB. I find it so pathetic when I look at the video played today and how much I’ve been missing in the past 6 months. For the past 9 years in my life, I have faithfully attended every Enrolment Service and this year, I broke the record. I used to attend GB every week regularly + extra days to prepare for  the activities. It sucks to find out that I cannot be bothered to head back to HQ just for once a month. It’s pretty pathetic how I used to do so much for GB yet now, I’m no longer serving faithfully even tho I promised. It feels weird to go back to somewhere I grew up in and realised that you feel awkward you don’t belong. One thing hit me this morning tho and it’s making me think if I should reconsider my decision to totally remove the whole part of GB from my life altogether.

Once a GB girl, always a GB girl.

 

Rumour Has It I’m the one you’re leaving her for.

Sorry I haven’t been updating this space for such a long time. As much as I want to update this everyday, I’ve been busy (and very tired) and it’s not like people are reading this space anyway. Been busy with pretty much everything – studies, Makan Place and Replug’s internals.

I had my 2nd internals yesterday. Comparing yesterday’s internal and the previous showcases, I think this is one of the best I’ve done. I think what helped me was that I wanted to get into character; bringing out the emotions that I want to convey to the audience, I wanted the audience to feel what I felt. I built a persona on stage when I sung – like a totally different person from who I was off stage. Not that I wanted to do that on purpose, but I wanted to capture people’s attention and that I’m not just any other person singing a song. I did not worry about anything my band was playing/singing but this time was all about myself. It sounds selfish, but it helps. The seniors always mentioned that you need to take care of yourself first, like if your band are playing the wrong chord, let them find the way back themselves. We still need someone there to get it right so the others can find their way back in. Another thing was that I wanted to blend in with Qistina’s voice since she is starting first, I wanted it to flow. I did not want it to sound like two different people singing, and I succeeded.

I wasn’t concerned about what I did on stage, so I am pretty much curious about what I did up there.  There’s still a lot to learn but I think it’s a step. A mini step. At least I’m starting.

xx

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Constant reminder to myself. I think I’ve been talking bad about people for the past few days – intentionally or not. I think this has got to stop or else I’ll find that it gets uncontrollable and by the time I want to turn it back, it’ll be too late. I still can stop right now, since it’s only the beginning.

Wise words from @zalalala

It annoys the (insert) of me when people complained they are thin and wanna have some mass if they could. Here i am trying hard to lose my bloody big fat thighs, boobs, ass, tummy and there you are complaining you wanna get fat if you could? Omg you don’t even know how it feels like to look in the mirror and see those unappealing extra meat appearing out of your body. Im just jealous at all of you who are thin but cannot put on weight. Freaking jealous to the core. Urgghhhhh. Hate being a fat bitch. It’s really damn annoying. Waiting for them running shoes to be in my hands. When will i ever be in 50 kg region. Le sigh.

Some people just don’t get how lucky they are!