It's been a harsh week. Still recovering from Post Production Blues, FYP stuff and getting back into the swing of work. MSTs coming up next week for I/O Psychology - so mugging in progress soon. SOON. FML...and I have to write a script for YES next week for Business School. ):

Graduation week, and we have loads of decor up in school. With ACERs Duty...

Front desk: "May I help you?"

The regular Grad show sound dudes. XD

Wall of honour?

Zainol searching a map for locational purposes.
Yep, all the robes and graduational bittersweet ambience in the air. Another year and it'll be my turn. I'm looking forward to it. However, SP ACERs have to move on too - losing a great part of it's management group. Great memories...I have a little under 1 year to form more memories in SP and then I'll be gone. It is definitely a bittersweet ending. It just gets soaked up in realisation that hits us all very realistically.

Been doing V/O work lately, it is FUN. TOTALLY FUN. The recording studio in school is awesomeness and the actual mic room is so SMALL and COSY.

Sweet stuff. It was a really nice cute little cool room. the mic made me sound so good. Hehe~ just brilliant. (:

Gonna be performing on SPACE radio next Wednesday and going to find some time on Thursday to do V/O for some friend in Ngee Ann Poly...Gosh. So much win!! BUT MST FIRST. ): ):

I got a new toy for the show!!! :D :D Excited much.

Old & New.

MY NEW MAESTRO ED-2!! Solid Top - Semi-Acoustic Guitar.
IT JUST SOUNDS SWEET. And I've been playing for 2 hours straight since I got home...I need to seriously brush up on my guitar now that I have this. Set me back quite a bit, so I'm gonna start chasing gigs now. hahah, just amazing.

Gonna be BUSY BUSY BUSY. Adieu!

I've been dancing on the roofs of buildings,
At the top of my lungs, singing you a song.
"Don't leave me alone."

Final Year Project. I have new found respect for this module and this project. I have never felt less humane, more introspective and more interrogative of what I am as a person and a practitioner than before.

DADP has been a course about passion. Helping people through drama work/theatre. Whatever you want to call it. But now, I find myself interrogating this issue. Are we stroking our own egos by saying that we help people through drama? Or do we honestly want to help them? And the approach to it is so fixed when it is taught to us that now I find myself being totally hypocritical. Stereotyping people, becoming the exhibitionist that drama should not embody.

I don't know anymore.

And there are so many ways to prevent one from flying. A broken wing, ruffled feathers, a lack of wind and clips. Wing clips. Fulfilling one's potential in his/her life - that's the main goal of it all.

//There's a girl,
who walks upon happiness.
Keeps her dreams and freedom near.
And though she smiles,
there's something she's hiding.
And she can't find a way to relate.
She just skims the roses
as the crowd passes by
Afraid of the shadows and monsters,
that lurk in the concrete jungle.
She sleeps in sweet reveries,
and run on the primrose way to the everlasting.//

One day, I got a random message on FB. It was from a girl who was insecure about her voice and personality - on STAGE. (Honestly, who isn't? Really.) Now, this little lady had a smooth voice...soft yet full - kind of like...fluffy pancakes. :P Had a real nice and gentle personality that matched it too. But she wanted to be funny. What she didn't know was that she was alrdy doing so by asking me. Hahah...


Over time, we got to know each other. Found out that she was quite adventurous, had a heart of gold and has a pretty wicked sense of humour. Oh, and overflowing talent with her achievements. :P It was all impressive and stuff - but honestly, I've met girls with more achievements, who are individually ; sweeter, cuter, sexier & more confident. (btw, confidence is SEXY AS HELL - and intimidating too.) Esp. this other girl - who had literally by her careless demeanor and looks, plucked the hearts of boys around her from their solitary lairs. Yet throughout the whole time, although this cute little girl was my "best friend" - no matter what the little lady did during a social situation, it caught my attention. :P

Tis a graceful dancer that holds my eyes upon every movement she makes. My mind she has mated. But there's a cage within that, which has to be removed. To think that you have rights to protect her, as evolutionarily sound as it is - just means one thing; your ethics are fucked up. Mine are. Hahaha, but I do not wish to cripple the wings of such a beautiful soul. I pray you, remember the fool who walked upon the stage speaking his mind as to attest that such a stage was his home. (;


This video just struck me, the song might be relevant? Who knows eh? (;

It has been an intensive week. FYP be backlogging, my homework is not done and I am stressed out. God please help me find time to plan out my life again. I am considering now to start an account on AADB to give an acting career a go as a full timer after internship. Really...a diploma for a job with a salary you plan your life around...isn't cutting it for me. AT ALL.

As one chapter of my life is opening up, I am closing another. This part of my life, I am able to put behind me and seal away thanks to sheer hard work and determination over the last holidays. The "friendships" I have made within that time, those bridges- I have decided to burn them all. There will always be people with their viewpoints that I would love to explore. I have explored this one and I have a bigger dream than that personally. My dream is of a different path, and this route has brought me pain, lies and sheer deception. Some people don't mind burning all their bridges for success. Towards them, I'll burn all my bridges - save for polite conversation and banal entertainment. There is no shortcut to a lifestyle of your dreams. You wanna earn more money? Work more!

I WANT MY NEW GUITAR!!! OMG!!! Gig in June...I wanna develop my "musician" side too...although it is rather weak, methinks.

//Yet my heart throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your art can tell so much. How is it that she holds upon my eyes, mind and heart; in spite of others - whose eyes are so sweet they make a doe blush, lips pour sultry desire into the words they speak and careless speeches unknowingly pluck the hearts from the bosom of men around them.


In turn to follow. To say the truth, love and reason keep little company together now-a-days//