thats what many are doing, and i hate their doings. i hate their so-called fashion sense, i hate their language, from short popular "cliche" words to their trying-to-spell-perfectly english, not forgetting the grammar too. i hate them for being a wannabe, perhaps thats the only thing they could be. little do they know they're just photocopies from each other when they walk down the street cuz they're of the same type, same crowd. they took cameras and tried taking "artistic" pictures, but what for? for themselves, recognition for their own faces and their "valuables"; i dun see most of them taking still lives or everyday things from a different angle, other than their branded gucci bags and camwhoring friends. so beautiful. im so not interested in them, and the boyfriends. photography? i'd challenge them to take more than a 100 photos of insects or vases and bring out the real artistry in them without editing them in their pathetic softwares and lenses. the world could've existed for better reasons other than sustaining the lives of these people. i feel as though im deteriorating as they snatch precious air from me. i wish i could fucking stab them. keep my opinions to myself? thats the way they portrayed themselves, not my fault.
what's there to enjoy in life, if we were to live strictly within the confinements of our own principles? why do people steal even when they're not poor? even to get the thrill, it is not wrong, as long as they pay back the owner's loss. its like john cage or chick corea being forced to do classical music and anything before the birth of postmodernism in the society. who the fuck gives a thought the structures in life as long as we achieve what we want for our own? remember to laugh when they say rules could be changed, cuz rules are made by man. rules are mindsets of individuals or a set of beliefs which a group agreed upon to impose on others.
just need to vent on something, but i still love music in contemporary contexts ~~ :)
thoughts at 4:27 AM
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Friday, November 06, 2009
19 days to sg.. what can i do in sg? ugh.. 1) im too caught up with my bf's clothes i cant seem to leave without them. 2) sleeping alone sux. thank god im goin to melaka.. cass !!! hughug~ 3) no baby. no tofee. 4) no cool nights. 5) no midnight egg tarts and dimsum. 6) no cheap and non-singaporean shopping outlets. 7) no mahjong at kirsty's place. 8) no assignments 9) no car but 10) tons and tons of good friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)))))) 11) late night hangouts 12) carls junior just opposite my house! 13) cheap food 14) food food food and more food HOHOHO 15) armin van buuren at ZOUKOUT this year! 9 vs 6, i should try to love singapore more.
thoughts at 5:43 PM
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Thursday, November 05, 2009
i like hongkong style mahjong woohoowohowohooooo
thoughts at 6:05 PM
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Sunday, November 01, 2009
im the worst human on earth. do i even deserve existence in this world? sometimes i really wanna be an absolute idiot.
thoughts at 6:42 PM
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
whatsup. cant wait to go to year 2. wanna play with those gears fulltime.
thoughts at 11:25 AM
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Saturday, October 24, 2009
i stay in the studio so much that i swear im gonna miss it when im back in sg :( serious i love my uniiiiii
thoughts at 7:38 AM
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
ewww i feel so disgusted with how emo i've gotten. feeling extra hardworking these days. i love my course~! booked studio overnight just to mix my songs and recordings properly.. starting from tonight! yay yay yay. 630 words more to reach acceptable word count. but i do think i have more to write!!! rocket full blast! *looks at my piano questioningly* perhaps its time for me to get logic pro to start my personal portfolio. i heard that its only 700 bucks over here! gotta give aussie some love aight.
oh for the record, i haven't bought any clothes ever since i was back in aus! and i haven't played dota for almost 2 weeks online! i haven't the urge for those 2 things.. omg i think i've reached enlightenment.
meanwhile.. something which i havent been doing, for long... IDOL BOYSSSSSSSSS!!!!
*back to indulge myself in shostakovich's 4th sym and the nasty soviet union of composers*