They say, if you have the passion for what you like, go ahead and take lessons. So guess what? I heeded their advice. Except that in my case, it wasn't precisely a burning desire. An interest rather.
*tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak tak*
That, my friend, is part of what you have to endure if you hold the identity of a noob. Constant and consistent medley of beats from the Vic Firth's and the metronome for hours...And of course, absolutely not leaving out the strong aura of authority emitting from your si-fu in a meter and a half radius. Perpetual torture. *cue sad violin song*
Though....my si-fu isn't really the kind who barks at you or gives you that judgemental stare to the extent you to sudder to a halt. *shakes head* He is, as a matter of fact, a cool (nothing against subtlety) and lanky (still respects freedom of choice and different metabolism rates), bald (not by any chance a hair activist), Indian (not being racist) dude (nowhere near feminism). Watch this.
Kiut isn't he? "Bye. See you soon."
Starting from scratch is always the hardest thing to do. (Warning. May contain randomness) I remember the time when I was crushed by the truth that Pi was in reality, not 22/7 and that I have to actually calculate to produce the actual answer.
"If she's not psychotic then she's a stalker and if she's not a stalker, she's a CIA operative. Well maybe, just maybe, she's a suckybus"
"What's that?"
"Well suckybus is some sort of a demon that sucks the life of a healthy man"
*silence*
"I was once a healthy man"
-Quoted from Man of The Year-
3:56:00 AM
January 16, 2008
Cruel Intentions *ngyek ngyek ngyek*
You know how songs on air nowadays are highly encouraging sexual immorality, namely premarital sex? Okay. Put that aside for a second and listen to what I have to babble. *huge grin*
While the female would sing ballads which are somewhat feminist (I'm not saying radically), the male would sing defensively in reply to that. For instance, how women think they should be well treated and educating men in melody of how they should be loved cause apparently men often only show their passion towards their women in a nonchalant manner. For the men, it would be of how a woman is impossible to be satisfied.
On the way back from work earlier, as I was worming my way through the annoying traffic jam, Mix FM played a familiar song which I happily sang to. The song goes like this:
To really love a woman To understand her You gotta know her deep inside Hear every thought See every dream And give her wings when she wants to fly
And when you find yourself Lying helpless in her arms You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman You tell her that she’s really wanted When you love a woman You tell her that she’s the one She needs somebody To tell her that it’s gonna last forever So tell me have you ever really Really really ever loved a woman
To really love a woman Let her hold you Do you know how she needs to be touched ? You gotta breathe her Really taste her To you can feel her in your blood Then when you can see your unborn children in her eyes You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman You tell her that she’s really wanted When you love a woman You tell her that she’s the one She needs somebody To tell her that you’ll always be together So tell me have you ever really Really really ever loved a woman
You got to give her some faith Hold her tight A little tenderness You gotta treat her right She’ll be there for you Taking good care of you You really gotta love your woman
And when you find yourself Lying helpless in her arms You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman You tell her that she’s really wanted When you love a woman You tell her that she’s the one She needs somebody To tell her that it’s gonna last forever So tell me have you ever really Really really ever loved a woman Just tell me have you ever really Really really ever loved a woman Just tell me have you ever really Really really ever loved a woman
It was not till the song was over that I realise, hey....wait a minute...It was sung by Bryan Adams! A man! A species of the OPPOSITE sex! And it was at that very moment (and only for that moment) I fell in love with him. Finally! A woman lover. Hey hey. Before I made my conclusion, I actually checked who composed the song. Who knows! For all I know a neurotic woman pointed the gun to Bryan's head and say "Make this song famous or else!". But anyway, they were THREE men. Not one nor two but THREE who composed it together! Yay!! We still have hope girls!
I wonder what most men would have in their heads if they ever listen to the song. *continues to hum*
If I were to name a movie which I'm definitely not looking forward to, it'd be Cloverfield. They have been running commercials for about a few months now and most of what they do is fit in scenes properly and meticulously so that they do not by any chance reveal any part of the creature or monster or whatever you imagine that thing to be.....WHICH by the way broke Liberty's head! (how nonsensical and rude!)
Rumours had it that the erm.....that thing is off some hybrid mix of crab and giant lice. I have absolutely NO idea how that could possibly look like BUT...interestingly enough, I found a sketch of it. *grin*move eyebrows up and down*
Rashid Salimi......Rashid Salimi........Rashid Salimi (pronounced Rakhsyeed Sahleemee) kept ringing in my head after I came out of Hall 7. So very hypnotic.
Yesterday noon, this gloomy looking poster caught my attention and knowing me, I enjoy misery. So I paid a little more attention to it than my usual fit for movie ads.
I didn't really read much into it but the moment I saw the row of casts, I knew right there and then that I HAVE to watch this. Meryl Streep. Reese Witherspoon. Jake Gyllenhaal. Interesting mix of talent.
Back to Rashid Salimi. I came out of the hall feeling a sense a satisfaction, as though finally, my ten bucks matches its worth of cinematic experience.
Meryl Streep is one heck of a woman. Amazingly charismatic. I think she is one of the very few women who is able to really live up the character. As I once heard, if an actor has the ability to make you build the emotions up; be it anger or even laughter, he has done his job. She brings it to a higher ground. In Devil Wears Prada, she plays the role of Miranda and she ensures she receives the hatred she intends.
I may have given out a positive expectation of the movie but really. Watch this. Either ways you will not regret it.
The laughter I broke into after reading that email wasn't in agreement to what it states that women are impossible to please but rather the fact that, as human beings we should always seek the best option or alternative to go about life, wouldn't you agree?
I mean, come on, if the floors gradually provides a better choice, then naturally you would go up seeking for it. Can't just settle for mediocre now can we?
*bluekk*
12:08:00 AM
January 01, 2008
=)
New Year's Resolution:
Losing 10 kgs before January ends
5:19:00 PM
the one who speaks
rachel
bits and crumbs
Once upon a time there was a cow. Yes. A cow. And this cow had a friend. Friend was a sheep. See, both of them were green. In that place they lived in, all things were made green. The mushrooms, the potato land, the trees, the mosquitoes. And suddenly came down a star, CRASHING down to their planet, and ALL things became kalerful! And that star was ME. Rachelli. Ngyahahaha. *Scwoll down pwease*