David, you showed me that Love Can

After listening to so many people talking about Love Can, which was held last Saturday at the Indoor Stadium, I can’t help but wonder: Could I have been there myself?

Big regrets there, but bigger regrets yesterday (for those who understand what I mean). Now I know that David writes songs for us to use in our daily lives. How nice.

First of all, to all those who attended the concert, you all are a real lucky bunch! Paying $168 for a first-class seat is sure worth it, and I would mind paying $200 (like what Stef Sun fans are doing) for another concert. I would exchange anything for good music, and this showed me how.
David’s music taught me a lot of things I never knew how to figure out in the past, a lot of the struggles I got myself into, a lot of the knots I’ve tied, as well as the friendships I treasure. With each and every medley he’s composed, he matures, and with each and every knot I untie with these songs, I grow up as well. I’m blessed.

Through his music, messages come across.

Black Tangerine, for those who have did us wrong, for those who succumb.
I Love You, for the love of our life.
Catherine, for people whom we still love for how they tie us down.
Love Can, because love really can.
Wang Ba Dan, specially dedicated to the cheaters.
Who Do You Love, to the one you love most, who’s loving someone else.
Fated, to show us how 2 people’s paths may never cross because of fate.
Sula and Lampa, for the ol’-so-lovely paparazzi.
2night, the sensual dedication to passion.
What’s Love, we really wonder.
Song for Anita, for the one we’ll always remember.
Sweet Hour of Prayer, to thank the One for His spiritual support.
I’m OK, although I’m not.
Shuo Zuo Jiu Zou, when some people leave our lives for good.
Angeline, the symbol of sweet unrequited love.
Seventeen, the age when everyone blossoms, when everyone learns to love the right person.
Liu Sha, how time flies, how love wastes away.
I Like It, because it’s my way.
Season of Loneliness, when we no longer have a special someone by our sides.
Runaway, what everyone wants to do when life gets too punishing.
Regular Friends, because we can’t be more than just friends.
Blue Moon, just like the colour of my heart.
Airport, why didn’t you turn up?
Close to You, even though you’re miles and miles away.
Melody, the song to describe an extreme state of heartbreak.
Buttefly, the one song to drive me to tears. To God.

Feel the love tonight

Like what David said, "love is simple". It's so true because of the contrasting fact that humans aren't simple creatures at all. We change; we metamorphosize (like what David said too), sometimes too much for our own good. When people change, they sometimes move away from us, but love stays. Love is a form of energy; it changes from one form to another, but never gets destroyed, because there're too many people out there loving, so it's a cycle. Today, I just wanna sit in front of my PC and feel the love from the music. Since I can't have my music tomorrow, might as well get the full dose of it today. Maybe I'll do something to the stereo tomorrow, so "I Love You" will play on the speakers while the bride and groom walks down the aisle. Sweet.

P.S: Good luck for ur concert tml, Dave. I've sent a team of my sisters to scream ur top off.

David's coming to the Stadium near you, watch out!

Someone just created a big wooha on the DT site regarding our ticket sales, even though he got probably the best tickets anyone could ever get. Whatever…

Anyway, I was just talking about David Tao Love Can World Tour 2005/06, which is coming to the Indoor Stadium this Saturday. Yes, I’d love to watch it, but I guess it’s all pre-destined, because my saint of a cousin is holding his wedding dinner on the very same day too, so, oh well. Not that I’m gonna praise this concert up to the skies, but it’s going to be a visual and aural treat for those who have been wise enough to grab the tickets early, because as I am typing, more of the 15% of tickets left are being snapped up. Don’t fret over the fact that it’s too expensive; David pops by hardly every 2 years to hold a concert, and what’s more, this specially-themed concert is definitely going to be a huge blast. With the stage decked out in leaves and a helicopter (wonder how he got that there), a wonderful band, lovely back-up singers (including our very own Kewei), and the man himself is enough to convince you that this is a concert not to be missed. As for me, I shall enjoy myself too, but hope that everyone who’s lucky enough to secure a ticket will enjoy this Saturday night with our very charming man.

Eccentricity

Someone told me that bloggers (defined as people with online journals of their daily ups and downs) in this little sunny island write absolute crap. For a point and another, I agree and disagree. This is because, I am a blogger, and I can be more or less be sure that I don’t write crap in my blog, unless it’s to rebut another crapper’s nonsense. On the other hand, hey, some bloggers do enjoy posting incessant trash on their blogs, and this foils the reputation the rest of the blogging community is trying to build. Please, if you’ve got nothing to blog about, don’t put a post about ‘Today, I have nuts to write.”. It’s a real killer.

Speak about my route, and I’ll utter a little more than gibberish to you. I chanced upon some real hysteria while taking part in this writing contest for college students, and I’ve been telling myself to blog about this thing which kept flying in my head the entire day. She looked a bit improper with that unkempt hair and matching ribbon in it to go along with her uniform, as well as, urm, a fetish for uttering one liners to the girl seated next to her, who was clearly intimidated, I’ll say. I wouldn’t trade places with the poor victim for anything in the world, for one thing my examination partner seemed to talk a little too much for her own good. She was basically interrogating the distressed girl (good, now where’s the knight in shiny armour), and would add in an occasional mutter to herself. But never judge a book by its cover (red light flashes ‘cliché!’), because who knows, she might become the next eccentric writer for the Life! section.

OP's over, back to mugging

I slump down on the chair. “It’s over,” I thought coolly to myself.

Some people should breathe a sigh of relief already. Our Project Work phrase is over. It’s time to chug full speed ahead in our books again. Don’t have to sigh too much, because hey, look on the bright side, just 1 more year and everyone’s free from this excruciating cycle. Til then, we’ll still have to mug religiously for the A’s. Sigh.

Reading today’s issue of Urban has prompted me to spend my prom night elsewhere. Hello, nobody’s willing (without a gun to their throats) to spend their proms in school or at some run-down musty smelling ballroom. Not me. I’m gonna find a good bar in any of the hotels, drag some unwilling friends along and listen to bossa nova all night long. Not headbanging to some silly music at a defunct disco or line-dancing with geeks. I need a fresh start, and prom night’s a perfect time to do just that. Til then, good luck, my seniors, for your A’s and your prom night.

SG Hit Awards 2005

Apparently I was too exhausted for the whole of yesterday to blog about the Singapore Hit Awards 2005. I mean, who organizes activities that end after the last train home? That apparently happened to me.

This event was an eye opener not just to the glamour and the tardiness of some people, but also to the unleashing of the beast in oneself.

F.I.R, Fish Leong, MayDay, Nickolas Zhang, Stella Huang, Energy, Sly, Maia, Stef Sun, Tanya, JJ Lin, Twins and the DJs were just some of the celebs hanging around this event. The red carpet event wasn’t the least civilized, with out-of-control fans and belly buttons and golden bikinis and other outrageous stuff. I whipped out my cam whenever the arrival of each singer was announced, only to be met with a decibel-defying concoction of screams and screams and more screams and a poster in front of me to block the fantastic view I had. Whatever.

The show itself was a draggy 3 hours plus, though performances by some artistes were commendable, esp. JJ Lin and F.I.R, although they stole David’s awards (lol). David managed to pick up the Best Album Producing, so I guess it isn’t that bad after all.

Whatever it is, I happen to get myself stranded at City Hall with Jess and had to wait for half an hour before we got a taxi (there were 10 groups of people waiting for a cab as well).

I swear, whatever happens in the future, I’m never gonna attend such stuff, not even if the tickets are free, not even if I get to sit in front, not even if I get to sit behind to artistes. Well, unless David attends it as well. Well done, David.

Love me, hate me, just tell me. Not the car

Just when I thought it ended, it had to start, all over again. It’s once again, the saga of ‘Me and My Damaged Car’, starring my entire family and some unknown breed of inconsiderate civilian. My family has been in this area for the past 2 decades and nothing ugly has happened to us, until getting a car surfaced the monster in some of the lovely people. For the past 5 years or so, the car’s been accumulating a series of scratches, knocks, dents, thrashings and vandalism (which happened just this morning or yesterday night), but no one’s doing anything to save the situation. Or rather, society has been acting like a mental patient nowadays. Some one call the doctor, rather than the police.

Women oh women

I couldn’t stop myself. My fingers just happened to have a will-like mind of their own and decided that nothing can stop them from blogging about this thing, not even me.

Just as I thought that we would be working towards a gracious society, something so alarming just had to happen to me. Nothing could ruin this, until today, you proved me wrong. Entirely wrong.

I love grocery shopping, like any other lady (unless you prefer to differ), but the outrageous behaviour of some of our kind really made me wish I could dissipate into vapour at that very moment. I said politely, asking for a way out of a crowd, ‘Excuse me.’ The ladies in front of me (one in pink and the other in yellow, as much as I can remember of their petty composition) shrugged their shoulders, barely making a path. Then it caught my ear. Don’t think I didn’t catch it, fellow species. Those very words went into my ears, through my nerves, into the grey matter up there, and my amydala decided that the stuff which came out of the gap of yours didn’t exactly sound very nice, especially to an equally sensitive, if not more, creature like me. What was “she block the way also dunno…” for?!?!?