Moment Musicaux

It’s been a long wait.

I have till maybe July to prove myself, and I have no choice but to.

Thank God. =)

If these darned gastric pains aren’t going to give me such bloated stomachs resulting in stretch marks and a pmsed-preggie look, I don’t know what else will.

Ok fine, maybe the serious lack of exercise. Pfft.

"If I profess the loudest voice and clearest exposition every portion of the the truth of God except precisely that little point which the world and the devil are at the moment attactking, I’m not confessing Christ, however boldly I’m professing Christ."

– Martin Luther

• 03:13 Funny how no one gets jokes that I make about something I mention RIGHT before I come up with the joke. Or riddle. #

Nit-picking. Or scallop-picking, whatever. It disappoints me to no end to read Urban’s article on how celebs, svelte as they are, have ‘unwanted bits’ like ‘turkey necks’, ‘buffalo humps’ and ‘bat wings’.

‘Unwanted’!

How will mere mortals like us ever be satisfied with our own bodies if those screen goddesses can’t live up to ’standards’? Mere mortal’s standards, ironically. What a redundant pursuit of physical perfection. Will they ever realise how impossible all these virtually are? These ‘fashionistas’ seriously don’t know how many insecure lives they’re putting in jeopardy. I have a sneaking feeling that it’s cosmetic surgeons who are putting these words in their mouths. Bah.

Come on, there are much more important things in life than becoming a humanoid bound by superlatives. Please.

Honestly, I would love to do music as a career. I wish that I worked harder on my musical abilities when I was younger — and had the financial ability to do so. Beautiful music still makes my hair stand oh-so-easily, especially when I feel the emotions that provides a canvas to this myraid of expressive colours. Musicians who passionately push for their craft are such an inspiration. Being around these people makes me want to drop everything I have and dive into their realm and personally experience this wonderful thing they gush about.

Yes, it’s still a dream to do musicals. But on the realist front, I’m thinking of going into church choir conducting. We’ll see about that when I’m more settled into my Ricebowl Industry.

Music will suffice as my hideaway and hobby for now.

My band is on at 7.30pm. Do come if you’re in the vicinity! 

Awesome friends. Thank you for lighting up my otherwise-drab weekend, Inch.

Also: The Boy drove me home for the first time ever. I excites! He’s a good, safe driver. I’m impressed. (Thanks too, Bern!)

GAH WHY DIDN’T YOU REMEMBER PROPERLY B-STUPID-NITALIM.

I very sad. 

I have an EXTREMELY talented friend, and I have to plug her here.

Dorothy

Check out her portfolio and get her services if she has what you’re looking for. If not, do enjoy her works and talent. =)

I’ve been nursing bouts of migrane for almost a week now. It’s affecting the front of my forehead — I feel like I’m in a permanent frown — and somewhat like a certain famous fictional character with a lightning bolt on his forehead. Maybe I’m feeling the rage of the JI escapee!

This morning, it got so bad that I thought the veins in my head were going to rupture and I’d die. I’m not exaggerating! I actually teared in pain. It was THAT bad. I managed to pop some muscle relaxants (apparently for headaches too), prayed like mad, and slept.

And when I did wake up, I felt so thankful that I was alive.

I can’t diagnose this. I’ve never had migrane much, nor anything like this before. Sinus? I can breathe with ease leh. Mom took the opportunity to tell me to ‘change my lifestyle’ and tried to brainwash me into joining her in her morning exercise with her fellow B.W. (auntie-killer ex-972 deejay) fans.

NO WAY, HOSAY.

…It all never happened?

13 steps then a sheer drop. Pop.