So… both of the twins are now married. Which means that both are finally having sex.
That really freaks me out.
I am really bad company when I haven’t had enough sleep.
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“I’m With the Band.”
Last night, Moko invited me out to the Century Hotel to meet up with Saint Loco , a rap/metal band. Some highschool had raised all this money and held a music festival and SL were invited to play. It was the first time I had met them.. except for Joe the lead singer, whom I met during Indonesia’s Independence Day a few months ago.
They were all so nice! And what I loved was that they knew who I was because Moko had played my songs to them. Tius, the DJ, just went on and on about how much he loved my songs. It feels good when someone who has made a dent in the music industry not only knows who you are – but also likes what they hear. They treated me like a fellow artist instead of some chick that was in their hotel room. Thank God. I was feeling like some groupie.
The performance was great. They played about 5 songs and then we hung out backstage and took photos.
The whole band (and their girlfriends, surprisingly) were all very very sweet. My favourite members would have to be Barry (who came up to me as soon as they finished the performance to ask how I thought it was – as if my opinion really mattered.. *sniff sniff* so nice!), Tius (who sounded genuinely honored to meet me) and Dion (who was just a big goofball and made me feel at home among the throng of people in the hotel room).
Tius is going to call me up sometime so we can try collaborate on some songs.
If you buy this for me, you can do whatever you want with me.
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Jeff Buckley
I listened to his album for the first time today. I’m so happy that I discovered him. I’m so heartbroken that I’m late.
His voice drills a hole right through my heart and straight into my soul. It’s enough to send me flying off my feet – the same way the low growls of a bassline have the power to resonate in my chest so heavily that I feel exquisitely sick.
It’s his birthday today. How peculiar for me to discover him on his birthday. I think it’s a sign.
“I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.”
– The Notebook.
Watched 2 movies today, Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle and Shaun of The Dead.
Holy Shit. Those 2 movies totally made my day.
Totally.
Watched the repeat of the AMAs this evening and was totally and utterly disappointed at the technical foul up during Mayer’s performance. Why couldn’t they fuck up Toby Keith’s performance? Why on earth did it have to be JOHN?
*sob*
And whoever had the bright idea of asking Anna Nicole Smith to introduce a musical number should be castrated.
My mother’s listening to Nat King Cole.
This brings back so many memories…
*phone rings*
Jen: Hello?
Her Mother: Hello Jen.
Jen: Hello Aunty! How are you?
Her Mother: I’m good thank you, Jen. How are you?
Jen: I’m very well thanks.. what’s up?
Her Mother: Well, I heard you’re going out with _ tonight.
Jen: No, not tonight. I’m probably meeting her this Sunday. Did you need something?
Her Mother: I just wanted to ask a favor, Jen.
Jen: Of course, what do you need?
Her Mother: I wanted to ask you to talk about the Lord with _.
Jen: … okaaaaaay…
Her Mother: … you know how daughters can be. They’ll listen if their friends tell them but if it comes from their parents, they’re not interested.
Jen: ..Uh… huh…
Her Mother: Maybe you can ask her to come to church with you or something. Why don’t you invite her sometime?
Jen: I understand…
Her Mother: Ok, thanks Jenny.
Jen: …It’s ok…
Her Mother: I’ll talk to you soon ok? Send my love to your parents.
Jen: Ok Aunty. Bye.
That is sooo the kind of stunt my mother would’ve pulled.
I don’t feel worthy to share the message with people. Even my friends. Unless they ask me something. I mean, honestly… what the hell do I know about Christ anymore? I feel too disillusioned by the people at church these days. I feel so far from God myself. No no no. I can’t blame the church goers. They are only a fraction of the problem. But I’d be a hipocrite to share anything with her if I myself don’t do the things I’m telling her to do.
I find it really scary to think that a single choice can change your life.
My mother has something like 12 brothers and sisters. Out of all of them, she is the wealthiest because she married my dad. A little choice like saying yes to a blind date led to my mother marrying my father and then having 4 daughters.
We weren’t always wealthy. When I was younger, before Melissa was born.. I remember how hard things were for us. Then, after Mel was born, my father was promoted and we found ourselves living very comfortably. But even when we didn’t have much money, we always had so much more than my mother’s brothers and sisters.
I always wonder whether my aunts and uncles are jealous of her. My mother never flaunts her wealth to them, don’t get me wrong. Far from it. She has helped all of them in some way. She is paying for many of my cousins’ school tuitions but I wonder whether that makes her brothers and sisters slightly bitter… that they have to resort to letting someone else pay for their child’s education. We have so much more than them and I’m so uncomfortable when they come over to our house because I feel guilty for what I have, even though I know I shouldn’t.
I’m glad that I have them though because my mother’s humble background has made me more aware of the importance of being humble.
I hope no one thinks I’m boasting.. because that’s not the purpose of this entry. I just find it so interesting to see how our choices make such a difference in our lives. I chose to drop out of college and now, I’m a lecturer at one. I chose to take up guitar, and now there’s nothing else I want to do. In the same token, I chose to quit the piano and now I regret it because I can hardly play anymore.
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Fruit&Veg Man.
So I was sitting here surfing away when I heard my mum go, “Oh nooooo!” and I noticed it was coming from my window so she was out the front of the house doing something. So I look out the window and see our poor resident fruit and veg man with his cart overturned.
And instead of helping him I stay up here in my comfy air conditioned room to take a picture of him.
I can be sooo selfish sometimes.