Greetings, fellow bloggers.
Long time no see, haha. I am amazed at myself being able to survive this entire sem without a single blog entry. Well, here I am putting this down after a screwed-up jury followed by a very anticlimax keyboard skills test. Then again there's always blissful events to lighten things up, such as the memorable 1st gig with VnH at HCJC. =S
Presenting to you, bits and pieces of random thoughts gathered over the past few months:
I actually had time to think over stuff in the middle of the Joi Chua-SCO concert(too many restbars to count). If we can't really relate to whatever we're performing (be it personal preference or occupational hazard) what's our purpose behind all these formality: celebrities, spotlights, fancy backdrops and handsome outfits?
Hume says: we have no personal identity; Root says: we construct our identities through change; Greg asks: So what? What's the problem? I say: So long and thank you for the fish.
What's your game? (Gallway) What keeps you motivated? I'm not too sure anymore. A change is taking place and there's nothing I can do about it.
again, What's your game? I'm not interested in playing mind games.
Fresh smell of a new mike is addictive. (with a little influence from Joel. haha)
Maybe pink is not too bad afterall. Although overdose of it may cause harmful side-effects. (headache, stomachache, salsa-sabotage.. etcetc. too bad Cheryl wouldnt agree. haha)
The old saying is indeed right. We can never have everything. Sometimes I feel as if Im biting of more than I could chew and it is choking me right now.
Beach outing is indeed therapeutic (not quite true for the tanning part though). Provided if you have good company.
Well that's all for now. I'll be back soon I hope. Till then, happy holidays!
Long time no see, haha. I am amazed at myself being able to survive this entire sem without a single blog entry. Well, here I am putting this down after a screwed-up jury followed by a very anticlimax keyboard skills test. Then again there's always blissful events to lighten things up, such as the memorable 1st gig with VnH at HCJC. =S
Presenting to you, bits and pieces of random thoughts gathered over the past few months:
I actually had time to think over stuff in the middle of the Joi Chua-SCO concert(too many restbars to count). If we can't really relate to whatever we're performing (be it personal preference or occupational hazard) what's our purpose behind all these formality: celebrities, spotlights, fancy backdrops and handsome outfits?
Hume says: we have no personal identity; Root says: we construct our identities through change; Greg asks: So what? What's the problem? I say: So long and thank you for the fish.
What's your game? (Gallway) What keeps you motivated? I'm not too sure anymore. A change is taking place and there's nothing I can do about it.
again, What's your game? I'm not interested in playing mind games.
Fresh smell of a new mike is addictive. (with a little influence from Joel. haha)
Maybe pink is not too bad afterall. Although overdose of it may cause harmful side-effects. (headache, stomachache, salsa-sabotage.. etcetc. too bad Cheryl wouldnt agree. haha)
The old saying is indeed right. We can never have everything. Sometimes I feel as if Im biting of more than I could chew and it is choking me right now.
Beach outing is indeed therapeutic (not quite true for the tanning part though). Provided if you have good company.
Well that's all for now. I'll be back soon I hope. Till then, happy holidays!




