What a Difference a Day Makes
What a difference a day made
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
Or rather some time. The days spent staying overnight in the studios was a blast. Great people, beautiful music, and an alarming amount of food. I am thankful to be a part of this Audiobook. To those who stayed there throughout, you rock my socks. To those who studied Medilaw on the cold floors of the studios, its over! This semester has been a huge whirlwind of madness. I am constantly afraid that I have taken too much on my plate and that I won't be able to cope. All fingers crossed till graduation, no doubt.
Maestro!
God knows what the two of them were trying to do while churning out melodies.
Mel and her -shem- sticks
Germaine trying to look professional, haha...whoops
The lovely FSV boys who were calm as hell. (The camera did not catch the mass commies yelling and shrieking in panic ant every anal thing behind)
The lovely Vanessa Fernandez (With a little too much Redbull in her system)
Desmond and his mineral water. (He claims this will help transform him before he leaves for Havard)
Liang with shakey hands after too much of guitar strumming
Yes much better.
Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do
So say what you want
Say what you want - Nelly Furtado
If the process is as important as its product, then my meanderings for the past few months mean volumes to me. When I look back in retrospect, when "Ahead is all we had" was all we had. We chanted it, revelled in it, made believe that we would work on it. We drank ourselves silly, smoked a tad too much and cried ourselves over. We threw ourselves into work, chilled like there was no tomorrow and refused to go home.
"There are some things in life that cannot be helped. But this letting Paul haunt you and your life is not one of them." - Eunice Tan at the Esplanade last week.
Its time to say Enough. And it really is. I think I have allowed myself ample time and space to indulge in my pain and whatever paranoia I had, but there comes a point where I know that the day which I predicted that I would tire of all these, has come. I've been played "like em lego bricks" but its all good, because I am happier. No jitters and pangs. No limiting myself to act, talk or wear things that I couldn't previously.
Its all about fun. Its all about livin it up. Its all about living it chilly. Its all about living it large. Its all about living it lavish and living it nappy, aiight.
Soiled Undergarments and Green Ornaments
My resolve to retain any form of sanity and propriety in public wanes thin sometimes. ;-)
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started
Get this party started - Pink
The next thing I'm going to etch in my multi-coloured journal are psychadelic proclamations of my new resolve. Oh and before I forget, I presume that there is little or none Writing (let's not even go as far as to mention
Creative writing) Memory retention, Fact-checking skills taught at a certain -ahem- watered down instituition. After all, Emily Dickinson did pen "I felt a funeral in my brain" and not "I heard a funeral in my head". Sacrilegious, tsk.
