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Friday, December 18, 2009

Yes! Paramore is officially coming to town! Oh hell yeah! Already bought the tix 2 hours after it opened for internet booking. Standing pen, baby!

Haha I still remember my post (in June 2008) about 'demanding' Paramore coming to Singapore and that wish of mine has finally come true! A HUGE YAY to Midas Promotions for bringing them Paramore in!

Here's a song from their latest album, Brand New Eyes. This song is called The Only Exception and it's for you, my babe.

The Only Exception by Paramore

When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind

He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget

And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts

And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk, but

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know your leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Oh
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing...

khad scrawlin'
12:29 PM

why don't you do something? (:
1 did it!
mumu, at 1:05 AM, December 24, 2009
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Monday, December 14, 2009

Just saw something that cracked me up.

I was watching Jay Sean's Down MV on YouTube and saw this comment.

"Totally ashamed I like this song."

Hahahahaha! We share the same sentiment, I'd say.

khad scrawlin'
9:46 PM

why don't you do something? (:
0 did it!
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Friday, December 11, 2009

I used to think,
I had the answers to everything,
But now I know,
Life doesn't always go my way.

Anyone misses Britney, circa 2001?

I can't wait til I start earning some real money. I'm foreseeing my future life in a flash now.

Why is it that the worst of time brings out the best in us?

This is truly a test for us where the results won't matter but the experience we take from it.

khad scrawlin'
1:22 AM

why don't you do something? (:
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Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Absence
It has been months since this blog was last updated. Once, this blog was THE place where all sorts of sentiments were expressed. In my eyes, this blog has seen a lion's share of emotions where in between the lines, only some are able to absorb and comprehend.

I don't know why, but this just popped in my head. One who loses hope, loses everything. Have I really lost my faith and hope that I have chose to discontinue pouring my heart and soul to this medium? Have I really felt so down that I don't believe the point of telling sad stories in this blog? What joy have I given to others or the joy I have received that is worthy for me to exclaim to the rest of the world?

This blog is where I 'met' my other half, Muhader. That was years ago, where I was still green and naive yet rebellious as hell (maybe I still am?) but I'll never forget that. It also years ago, the time where I loved to use this phrase to describe my feeling: Emotional rollercoaster. And right now, I still feel like I'm on a bumpy ride in this emotional rollercoaster.

It was also years ago that you told me you fell in love with what I wrote. You said you understood how I felt. But then again, that was years ago. If this blog cease to death, would it be the same for your love?

Why is love intensified by absence?
I posted this question on my Facebook wall once upon a time and someone replied: I wish I knew. It's quite simple, actually. The answer, in my humble opinion, is that, we don't appreciate what we have until it's gone. We know this game all too well. We take things for granted that in the midst of our 'busy'daily lives, we forget the small things.

It is when it's vanished, out of sight or perhaps gone forever that we start missing it.

I'm not one to trumpet on the fact that I appreciate with whatever I have now but I'm starting to believe in so. Our lives race against time. Time is so precious, it goes by in full speed that we don't even realise it.

One who loses hope, loses everything.

Hope is a strong desire. It's so strong that if you start to lose it, you go down with it. It works in both ways. My attachment to hope has loosened which explains my absence.

The last time I left you, you were a man with a shattered heart and I was left to pick up the shards and fix it. I know your heart is fixed but the lines left by the damage are too obvious to be ignored.

What can I say other that I'm sorry it happened?

khad scrawlin'
10:38 PM

why don't you do something? (:
0 did it!
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Image credits to adofdamonth.com

Well, when I first saw this, I thought to myself, "How appropriate!" I've pored over books on advertising since a year ago but I have yet seen any form of literature on internships. Perhaps my search is not extensive enough and my knowledge in this industry is still shallow. I pray that that my desire to fit in this industry is still strong. I'm blessed to be here because from where I'm standing, the whole process unfolds right before my eyes. And this, my friends, is a true blessing from above. Having "timid" attached to my name is not exactly good news but I'm hoping to change that perception.

Anyone heard of "selective mutism" before? It usually occurs in children but I'm beginning to have a feeling that this is the reason why I don't speak much (unless I'm fully convinced that you're not a psycho, not that anyone would want to go psycho on me but still!) Am I being paranoid? Haha! Oh maybe, just maybe, the whole place intimidates me. Okay, I admit, it does. Recent turn of events isn't helping me either. I've told myself over and over again - Don't be whiney. Don't whine. Don't complain. This is where you've always wanted to be. The place to gain experience. I have to walk the talk. Words do not necessarily translate actions.

I'm running solo for now (I really do hope its "for now") because "to enjoy one's solitude" do not apply to my situation. My screams of help might go unheard but I'm strong enough for this. I'm not gonna give up now.

khad scrawlin'
10:47 AM

why don't you do something? (:
1 did it!
Anonymous, at 10:34 AM, November 10, 2009
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Friday, May 01, 2009

"How do you break free without breaking apart?"

April Wheeler: So now I'm crazy because I don't love you, right? Is that the point?

Frank Wheeler: No! Wrong! You're not crazy, and you do love me. That's the point, April.

April Wheeler: But I don't. I hate you. You were just some boy who made me laugh at a party once, and now I loathe the sight of you. In fact, if you come any closer, if you touch me or anything, I think I'll scream.

Frank Wheeler: Oh, come on, stop this April.
[He touches her for an instant and she screams at the top of her lungs before walking away. He chases after her]

Frank Wheeler: Fuck you, April! Fuck you and all your hateful, goddamn -
[He breaks a chair against a wall]

April Wheeler: What are you going to do now? Are you going to hit me? To show me how much you love me?

Frank Wheeler: Don't worry, I can't be bothered! You're not worth the trouble it would take to hit you! You're not worth the powder it would take to blow you up. You are an empty, empty, hollow shell of a woman. I mean, what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? Why the hell are you married to me? What the hell are you doing carrying my child? I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance? Because listen to me, listen to me, I got news for you - I wish to God that you had!

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If this does not pique your interest and make you run to the movies to catch Revolutionary Road, I don't know what will. Unless you're below 18 that is. This movie totally moved me and I encourage anyone and everyone to witness the hatred between April Wheeler (Kate Winslet) and Frank Wheeler (Leonardo DiCaprio). A vast, vast difference from their characters in Titanic. Oh and if you're still not convinced, does the fact that Leonardo cried (yes cried while screaming the script you see above) help me in convincing you to watch it? Haha.

khad scrawlin'
1:25 PM

why don't you do something? (:
0 did it!
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Friday, April 24, 2009

Anyone who's up for a caricature of their own faces or their loved ones', don't hesitate to engage our services! Simply email chapter700@hotmail.com or kate_689@hotmail.com and we will provide you with the details!

Mothers' Day is coming up! So this might just be the perfect moment to show your unconditional love for the lady in your life. Caricatures are flexible so you have the freedom to express yourself with your own words. The more personalised it is, the better!

Muhader Caricatures

khad scrawlin'
9:46 AM

why don't you do something? (:
0 did it!
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