Apprehended (murderers); Exposed (sex videos); Snap Polls (politics); Dead (cartoons). In a matter of hours, the world is shaken up to yet another situation upon situation. I sometimes wonder if peace is the ultimate price of destruction, cos in a matter of hours, duty calls - to do something remotely possible but tangibly close.
Hiatus for the next 2 weeks, but gonna sneak back in here whenever I can.
Off on my holiday then! Cheerios!
Monday, February 27, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
BLEND
I decided to kinda stray from mirroring both my blogs for once, just so that it doesn't quite seem pre-conceptualised.
Been thinking for a long time about how I actually compose and write music, lyrics, what inspires and how I actually fabricate the tune. In truth, just about anything can trigger the writing mode in me, that's probably due to the fact that I'm more emotional than rational most of the time.
When I sat down and started playing around with some tunes for "People", I decided to start off with a mock title, which usually ends up as the actual song title anyway. As I progressed, the song style becomes more obvious, the tempo dictates certain syllabi, and the key cleans up the vocal range - for everything else its just a matter of playing on the instruments.
Lyrical writings starts, and progresses along with the creation of the melody and progression. Now, at this junction I must mention that my progression theories suck, so I end up just finding the next better chord. By the time the tune is out with the melody in, the lyrics go through a run through - and this is when cancellation starts to rewrite for a smoother singing. By now, the guide vocals have been recorded, and while it is being done, refining the lyrics becomes a critical process to ease out the entire song. When the actual recording starts, emphasis would be placed, which is definitely after repeated listening of the rough mix on the song, and then perfecting it to my description.
And I go through all these steps when I write most of the time. And this entry somehow explains it so quickly. Perhaps the question popped up again while "People" was kinda being done.
As of today, I have heard the song at least a hundred times, yet I can't quite identify all the problems with the song as yet. Nevertheless, I think it's a winner for the album so far, and that's as far as it goes. Getting tired after a beer, perhaps I'll fill in more the next time I need to rant about this again!
Been thinking for a long time about how I actually compose and write music, lyrics, what inspires and how I actually fabricate the tune. In truth, just about anything can trigger the writing mode in me, that's probably due to the fact that I'm more emotional than rational most of the time.
When I sat down and started playing around with some tunes for "People", I decided to start off with a mock title, which usually ends up as the actual song title anyway. As I progressed, the song style becomes more obvious, the tempo dictates certain syllabi, and the key cleans up the vocal range - for everything else its just a matter of playing on the instruments.
Lyrical writings starts, and progresses along with the creation of the melody and progression. Now, at this junction I must mention that my progression theories suck, so I end up just finding the next better chord. By the time the tune is out with the melody in, the lyrics go through a run through - and this is when cancellation starts to rewrite for a smoother singing. By now, the guide vocals have been recorded, and while it is being done, refining the lyrics becomes a critical process to ease out the entire song. When the actual recording starts, emphasis would be placed, which is definitely after repeated listening of the rough mix on the song, and then perfecting it to my description.
And I go through all these steps when I write most of the time. And this entry somehow explains it so quickly. Perhaps the question popped up again while "People" was kinda being done.
As of today, I have heard the song at least a hundred times, yet I can't quite identify all the problems with the song as yet. Nevertheless, I think it's a winner for the album so far, and that's as far as it goes. Getting tired after a beer, perhaps I'll fill in more the next time I need to rant about this again!
Friday, February 24, 2006
POLYMER
When a specific emotion or line of thought keeps building, you know you've hit the jackpot: either you're going to achieve that cool goal or end up losing yourself. And that's all about being Polymeric.
Managed to get "People" done before I march back for ICT this end of the month. Strangely, I'm kinda looking forward to it. Perhaps cos I haven't been doing much, so heading back to being green feels kinda refreshing: a change of sceneries and environment altogether?
Ah well. Mumbo Jumbo.
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I felt so... COMMUNITY today. As the story goes right, mom had this party (AGAIN) right, with all her friends coming over to sing, play and dance right (I mean it - folk dance friends), and I was informed 4 or 5 friends would be here in the afternoon right. Then a whole bunch of 10 or 12 came right, so I had to help prepare the food right, and have to be like, watched by 10 or 12 housewives as I cook right, and they were like going, "Oh! How clever! Ah boy can cook some more! Help mommy some more! Not bad leh!"
Then, before long, my dad came home and he was like... WOAH! So he devised this brilliant plan of fetching my sis Anne as soon as my mom spoke to her on the phone and asked her to come over too. I looked at him and told him I wanted to get out! And he showed this pitiful expression as if I would cage him in instead. So right, I looked at him and asked if he wanted to get out from this party too right. He SMILED! OMGOMGOMG! Well, what can I say right? I let him go pick Anne lor.
Then right, I thought it be nice to inform my other sis about the party right, SMSed her that if she wanna avoid the aunties, she betta head home later right. She replied she knew about it and was heading home right, then not more than a few minutes after, she messaged me, "CHNG OF PLANS, COMIN BAC LATER. HEHE." I was like, OMGOMGOMG! And to think I thought she would share my woes right, but noOOooOOooOOooo!
So. While everyone was having a fabulous time, I decided to just have my share of dinner after all of them were done. Pitiful I tell ya, sitting in the dining hall gorging myself with food, stuck in an Auntie Party. Darn. Jean, I now fully understand why food is your best friend. ;)
Oh, I forgot to mention, my mom was kinda guilty I had to put up with all that housewife/motherly rants from her friends, she kept telling them I prepared this fabulous dish and that fantastic platter, which, sadly, got them more excited... To think she actually believed that was going to make me any happier~ NooOOooOOoooOo! The aunties started praising my cutlinery skills! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!
Now. Imagine you in my shoes. Wouldn't you feel COMMUNITY too?
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In any case, I had to get my hair cut today before I head back to ICT, rushed all the way down to this salon which I kinda ran into previously for a pretty cool cut. But darn, the stylist I was looking for was off, so I had to settle for someone else. And guess what... I hate her cut! I feel so... COMMUNNITY! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!
Oh well. Cyberspacemen. Tag me if you empathise. Nightz.
Managed to get "People" done before I march back for ICT this end of the month. Strangely, I'm kinda looking forward to it. Perhaps cos I haven't been doing much, so heading back to being green feels kinda refreshing: a change of sceneries and environment altogether?
Ah well. Mumbo Jumbo.
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I felt so... COMMUNITY today. As the story goes right, mom had this party (AGAIN) right, with all her friends coming over to sing, play and dance right (I mean it - folk dance friends), and I was informed 4 or 5 friends would be here in the afternoon right. Then a whole bunch of 10 or 12 came right, so I had to help prepare the food right, and have to be like, watched by 10 or 12 housewives as I cook right, and they were like going, "Oh! How clever! Ah boy can cook some more! Help mommy some more! Not bad leh!"
Then, before long, my dad came home and he was like... WOAH! So he devised this brilliant plan of fetching my sis Anne as soon as my mom spoke to her on the phone and asked her to come over too. I looked at him and told him I wanted to get out! And he showed this pitiful expression as if I would cage him in instead. So right, I looked at him and asked if he wanted to get out from this party too right. He SMILED! OMGOMGOMG! Well, what can I say right? I let him go pick Anne lor.
Then right, I thought it be nice to inform my other sis about the party right, SMSed her that if she wanna avoid the aunties, she betta head home later right. She replied she knew about it and was heading home right, then not more than a few minutes after, she messaged me, "CHNG OF PLANS, COMIN BAC LATER. HEHE." I was like, OMGOMGOMG! And to think I thought she would share my woes right, but noOOooOOooOOooo!
So. While everyone was having a fabulous time, I decided to just have my share of dinner after all of them were done. Pitiful I tell ya, sitting in the dining hall gorging myself with food, stuck in an Auntie Party. Darn. Jean, I now fully understand why food is your best friend. ;)
Oh, I forgot to mention, my mom was kinda guilty I had to put up with all that housewife/motherly rants from her friends, she kept telling them I prepared this fabulous dish and that fantastic platter, which, sadly, got them more excited... To think she actually believed that was going to make me any happier~ NooOOooOOoooOo! The aunties started praising my cutlinery skills! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!
Now. Imagine you in my shoes. Wouldn't you feel COMMUNITY too?
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In any case, I had to get my hair cut today before I head back to ICT, rushed all the way down to this salon which I kinda ran into previously for a pretty cool cut. But darn, the stylist I was looking for was off, so I had to settle for someone else. And guess what... I hate her cut! I feel so... COMMUNNITY! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!
Oh well. Cyberspacemen. Tag me if you empathise. Nightz.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
SUNSHINE
When the world eloped with time, whatever was left, was left to fend for themselves. And all creatures big and small had to get used to the passing of their environment with the ticking seconds. All had to evolve or be intoxicated with extinction and end.
One man thought of a brilliant idea, and started to clock time. He did so for 2 purposes: one was to predict when his end would come, the second was to predict when everything else ends.
He had his way for a while, even though everything else became clear: everything ends, it's just a matter of when. With that, he regretted clocking time, and teaching others to do so. And as the world continues to run, he saw an unending predicament for the rest of the living - they would pursue death over the celebration of life. The mustangs went berserk in their exodus to suicide; lions populated into smaller numbers; insects of all kinds lived shorter lives; humans trived and began celebrating death.
Then, one little flower decided to reverse the effects of this single man's deeds by offering itself to the world. Figure it out.
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After all that incredulous tanning last week, I'm peeling badly due to the over-exposure. Not that I'm looking like some monster, just that, because of the way I reach for my back, I actually have a pair of wing's on it now. Cool eh! Sorry, no pictures, underqualified, uncool, and undersirably well enough to present my tanned lines.
So, I decided to smooth out the patches with a minor tan coming Friday hoping it will at least look not so obvious! For those who promised to hit the beach with me since eons ago, yeah right.
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Ran past the bakery today and saw a little boy holding his teddy, watching the storekeeper lining the shelves with hot toast. I bet he wasn't hungry, but just fascinated by the rows upon rows of bread.
When was the last time you had time to marvel at simple joys?
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This categories thingy on tblog is quite irritating. Can I just have a post that is UNCATEGORISED? All my posts since the upgrade has been like... MISCELLANEOUS? What is so MISCELLANEOUS about my rants? Am I being MISCELLANEOUS to talk about feelings and emotions? Or is it MISCELLANEOUS to discuss politics? Pardon my insolences - maybe that's MISCELLANEOUS.
One man thought of a brilliant idea, and started to clock time. He did so for 2 purposes: one was to predict when his end would come, the second was to predict when everything else ends.
He had his way for a while, even though everything else became clear: everything ends, it's just a matter of when. With that, he regretted clocking time, and teaching others to do so. And as the world continues to run, he saw an unending predicament for the rest of the living - they would pursue death over the celebration of life. The mustangs went berserk in their exodus to suicide; lions populated into smaller numbers; insects of all kinds lived shorter lives; humans trived and began celebrating death.
Then, one little flower decided to reverse the effects of this single man's deeds by offering itself to the world. Figure it out.
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After all that incredulous tanning last week, I'm peeling badly due to the over-exposure. Not that I'm looking like some monster, just that, because of the way I reach for my back, I actually have a pair of wing's on it now. Cool eh! Sorry, no pictures, underqualified, uncool, and undersirably well enough to present my tanned lines.
So, I decided to smooth out the patches with a minor tan coming Friday hoping it will at least look not so obvious! For those who promised to hit the beach with me since eons ago, yeah right.
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Ran past the bakery today and saw a little boy holding his teddy, watching the storekeeper lining the shelves with hot toast. I bet he wasn't hungry, but just fascinated by the rows upon rows of bread.
When was the last time you had time to marvel at simple joys?
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This categories thingy on tblog is quite irritating. Can I just have a post that is UNCATEGORISED? All my posts since the upgrade has been like... MISCELLANEOUS? What is so MISCELLANEOUS about my rants? Am I being MISCELLANEOUS to talk about feelings and emotions? Or is it MISCELLANEOUS to discuss politics? Pardon my insolences - maybe that's MISCELLANEOUS.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
SAYS WHO
Everyday, somebody dies for somebody else's mistakes; somebody makes use of someone else's kindness; somebody loses their composure and dies. Yet, amidst all these natural being, somebody still is unhappy, somebody still sad, even though they have acquired the vastness of wealth and luxuries in abundance...
In fact, I have not come across another content one... (paused for a good 2 minutes and I couldn't think of anyone still). Everybody is looking for something to make sense of their living, and every single one wants something.
So the QOTD (which I've not posted for a long time): What do you want?
And my personal QOTD: What do you want from me?
I used to have lots of friends to hang out with during school days, where we would often go somewhere making a fool of ourselves, right up to my enlistment. Back then, I was relatively cool, had lots to spend, and definitely some to waste on.
When I took on my first job at some prestigious company, I earned an honest living, had lots to spend, even more to waste on, but hardly had the time. Still, I had lots of friends I could hang out with, which was nice.
But as I began to go solo, freelance they would call, money was little, and I wanted to hang out with people more, I noticed (across a very generic spectrum), groupies become a bit weary of people who don't work under some company. I naturally fell into that category. Perhaps I was being overly sensitised towards the situation, but it felt like I was sometimes being avoided.
Then, when I owned some company, suddenly I had a lot of friends again.
And now that I don't own no company, don't do no work at any company, I don't hear from a lot of people no more. Even me asking them out for a cuppa I'm getting more rainchecks than ever.
So tell me, what's wrong with us all?
Last night I spent the midnight hours working on "People", felt absolutely compelled to finish it so I could actually post it somewhere and irritate the shit outta people. Alas, short of the proper gear, I couldn't get the bassline and vocals in, even now.
I resent being so highly rated and under-appreciated.
On a lighter note, it might be of interest to you that I am on tblog too!
In fact, I have not come across another content one... (paused for a good 2 minutes and I couldn't think of anyone still). Everybody is looking for something to make sense of their living, and every single one wants something.
So the QOTD (which I've not posted for a long time): What do you want?
And my personal QOTD: What do you want from me?
I used to have lots of friends to hang out with during school days, where we would often go somewhere making a fool of ourselves, right up to my enlistment. Back then, I was relatively cool, had lots to spend, and definitely some to waste on.
When I took on my first job at some prestigious company, I earned an honest living, had lots to spend, even more to waste on, but hardly had the time. Still, I had lots of friends I could hang out with, which was nice.
But as I began to go solo, freelance they would call, money was little, and I wanted to hang out with people more, I noticed (across a very generic spectrum), groupies become a bit weary of people who don't work under some company. I naturally fell into that category. Perhaps I was being overly sensitised towards the situation, but it felt like I was sometimes being avoided.
Then, when I owned some company, suddenly I had a lot of friends again.
And now that I don't own no company, don't do no work at any company, I don't hear from a lot of people no more. Even me asking them out for a cuppa I'm getting more rainchecks than ever.
So tell me, what's wrong with us all?
Last night I spent the midnight hours working on "People", felt absolutely compelled to finish it so I could actually post it somewhere and irritate the shit outta people. Alas, short of the proper gear, I couldn't get the bassline and vocals in, even now.
I resent being so highly rated and under-appreciated.
On a lighter note, it might be of interest to you that I am on tblog too!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
PEOPLE
While I attempt to synchronize both blogsites over its contents, perhaps you can surf on to the other blog at the link! =)
"some people believe in magic
some people believe in needs
some people believe that everything's a trick
but what if one day we both discover
that life itself in it, it's over?
no one's gonna cry you a river
what would life then be?
all the things that you might remember
all that hurts you cannot recover
no one's gonna cry you a river
what would life then be?
some people will give, some people receives
but nobody will stretch to forgive all too easily
some people will sleep, all through their dreams
never waking up, never stop to breathe,
opening their eyes while they keep on falling
some people believe in being tragic
some people so choose to leave
some people believed in you
and me
but what if one day we both discover
that life itself in it, it's over?
no one's gonna cry you a river
what would life then be?
all the things that you might remember
all that hurts you cannot recover
no one's gonna cry you a river
what would life then be?
and what if we never were lovers
would the picture ever get any clearer?
i ain't gonna cry you a river
what would life then mean?
some things weren't meant to endeavor
(and) the reasons start to blur altogether
who else's gonna cry you a river?
that is what life be"
"some people believe in magic
some people believe in needs
some people believe that everything's a trick
but what if one day we both discover
that life itself in it, it's over?
no one's gonna cry you a river
what would life then be?
all the things that you might remember
all that hurts you cannot recover
no one's gonna cry you a river
what would life then be?
some people will give, some people receives
but nobody will stretch to forgive all too easily
some people will sleep, all through their dreams
never waking up, never stop to breathe,
opening their eyes while they keep on falling
some people believe in being tragic
some people so choose to leave
some people believed in you
and me
but what if one day we both discover
that life itself in it, it's over?
no one's gonna cry you a river
what would life then be?
all the things that you might remember
all that hurts you cannot recover
no one's gonna cry you a river
what would life then be?
and what if we never were lovers
would the picture ever get any clearer?
i ain't gonna cry you a river
what would life then mean?
some things weren't meant to endeavor
(and) the reasons start to blur altogether
who else's gonna cry you a river?
that is what life be"
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