Music-man

The following interview transcript with Lee Hom was taken from Msn News.

Tell us more about your character, Music-Man.
I thought if I could be a superhero, then I’d be Music-Man. I created this character to give people a fresh look and sound. My weapon of choice would be a dragon guitar. I named it Bahamut as it is really cool and it gives Music-Man a nice element. And my mission would be to save the world through music.
Me: Sounds cool but save the world?! How are you going to achieve that if you only release a new album every two to three years, or more? I doubt that lor music man.

What is it like to stage a concert in Malaysia compared to other places?
Whenever I stage a concert in Malaysia, it feels like I’m attending a concert myself. I can’t bring myself to leave the stage. It is such an unforgettable experience for me as Malaysian music lovers are so passionate about music. They always sing the loudest and know all the lyrics to every song.
Me: Well, I don't wanna hurt you but there is always a screen showing the lyrics of the song you are singing...

Lee Hom, tell us what makes your heart beat?
Music makes my heart beat. Being alive and, most definitely, live performances. It is strange how I’ve staged so many concerts in my life, yet before each show, as I stand behind the curtain and try to keep calm, my heart just keeps beating faster and faster. So I will take ten minutes – not move, not talk – to stay calm. It’s a mysterious and wonderful experience to perform a live concert.
Me: I'd call that stage-fright.

Now, the gist:

You say you look like an ancient Chinese and you’ve been in the music industry for so long. Do you feel ancient?
I am ancient. I have an old soul. [Pauses] I’m going to get myself in trouble for saying this but I was going to say that I’ve never dated a girl that’s younger than me. I’ve always been more mature and I think maturity comes with travelling all around the world and living in a suitcase. It has become a lifestyle that I’ve gotten used to.

You break my heart, hun. T_T

Another boring post

I hate it when the coffee in my mug is running low. So I made myself a third cup of coffee today. No wait. It's past midnight now so it is the first cup of the day wtf. =D And I need to stop coaxing myself to get back to studying meanwhile rewarding myself with spoonfuls of caffeine when I don't even need them. So while I was waiting for the caffeine to run into the veins, I donated some rice to the undernourished in Africa to increase my karma. Wonder how the hell did I do it? Check this out: www.freerice.com ! And so I thought this is addictive the children are sooo pitiful (bearing in mind the chicken whatever short video) thus I had no choice but to spend time accumulating rice for them and aborting my study plan.

Okay I regretted. =(

Spring break

Gosh. Never did I realise that I have been blogging consistently in the past week despite the tension. This shows how restless I am. By swarming my blog with these infinite meaningless posts, I am turning my blog into my real diary which nobody cares to read. But hmm, who cares who cares. You may hit the red x button at anytime, really. I would not know and I do not care lalala~

This is more like a spring break than a study break to me. In fact, the amount of time I devoted to eat, sleep and play surged unexpectedly in the past week. It no longer remains proportionate (inversely by right). Sigh. Anyway I have forgotten the purpose of this post again wtf. Oh well, this may be a good sign: I have been putting my memory into good use. Time to get a little bit more optimistic, shall we. Now, if I could just incinerate my LAN cable and pick up a copy of Effective Last-minute Studying for Dummies...

Hesitation

Erm. Another boring night. My life is so dull as you could see that my blogging materials only revolve around so little things. Oh, excuse my poor vocabulary. My brain is completely drained I cannot even be bothered with my choice of words/ blogging materials/ grammar/ spelling mistakes. Excuse me, excuse me.

Erm. As I said, this is a uber boring Saturday night which I had to ground myself/ tie myself in front of the study table, which left me no choice but to facebook study wtf. On the bright side, I finally found out how to strike out text in blogspot, yippee! =D

Erm. As I'm typing this, I'm trying my very best to recall what I wanted to say. Ah yes, about the layout. I have deleted several columns at the side, very obvious as you can see. Apologies to those whom I have linked. There's no specific reason I made this alteration. But I'm still pondering to delete my archives/ block my blog from public view. Because my blog is so fugly and I can't stand people judging my selection of colours of the fonts.

Finals is just a week away and I'm devoting hours to this. *Shake head*

I actually miss work

I miss my only informal exercise during the weekends, which is a 15 minutes walk to Buchanan galleries and 15 minutes back. That totals up to a 30-minutes exercise session which is strongly recommended by the doctor.

I miss meeting people from all walks of life. From fatherly father to those cute angmoh kids. Including the grumpy old ladies I grumbled earlier on...

I miss shouting at my manager when he annoys me. And giving him my signature intimidating stares. Inobedient employee I am.

I actually miss work. =(

And the feeling of anticipation when checking my bank account every Thursday. Sigh. Now that I could only watch people sapu sales items.

But most of all, I MISS THE FRIES!!!

Headache

I don't know what I really really want. I am able to find both pros and cons for both options and the outcomes are equally pleasing. What is more frustrating is that I could find ways to comfort myself if I chose to drop either one. So I stopped pondering over issues that will never be resolved and continued to study instead. Right at the moment I stared at the lines, my head begins to ache. The throbbing headache is giving as much distraction as the facebook. So I thought it will go away after taking nap. And it did. But greeted with more intense pain when I start squinting back at the book. So that's it for today and I'm off for comfort food. If I gonna read anymore, I think my eyeballs are going to fall out of their sockets at any moment and you will find me died of migraine in the room tomorrow.

Be my narrator

Life - bitch - could not - I - knowing - naive - very - thoughts - If - backache - smile - shyt - psychological - numbers - you - reason - scary - double - talk - was - Imagine - sun - chargrilled - child - names - you - return - Proverb - shudder.

You make up my story.

I'm tired of telling mine.

For once

A 3-minutes talk has actually helped me to rest the case of which started from the yes-or-no question that had been on my mind for quite some time. With much doses of Fish Leong's songs. Now I doubt the first statement as I can tell you I'm in dilemma again at the next minute. And I have actually lost count of the number of times I told the people around me that I have made the so-called very final decision. Look how indecisive I can be. Hmph. And I vowed to kick this bad habit I tell you. Nah, that's gonna wait until I'm back in KL then hehe.

I have secretly vowed to make a change or rather start anew when I go back. This determination should give much credits to the expired Digi number. Yes, I finally got rid of the stupid number that I bear with for almost 6 years! There are so many dissatisfactions I can come up with Digi. First, the stupid number was not hand-picked by me. Then this Digi has so-poor-the-coverage that I always had to wave my phone up and down left and right like a mad woman hoping to get a bar of signal. And for this, it deserved to be in the bin. Then, this Digi has the ugliest mascot on the earth, the yellow man.

Erm, oklah, the yellow man was not that bad afterall.

Wait, this is not gonna stop me from changing my mobile operator, for once at least!!!

Yeap, that's my brain talking.

Go get a chest X-ray done to check the shape of your heart. Because I'm starting to wonder whether it has distorted or not.

While I need to get my brain scanned as the mind it owns is fickling at such a rate that I am worrying about its performance in the exam hall.

Dear Diary

I'm happy. I'm feeling happy. I'm feeling really happy today.

Please ignore this nonsensical post unless you are as bored as me too.

I noticed that I seldom blog about happy stuffs. Here's Dear Diary ma. And I find it easier to describe sad moments than happy ones wtf. The feeling of happiness is great enough that I do not need to describe it in details. On the contrary, I tend to analyse my worries and look at them more clearly by putting them into words. People tend to sort things out clearly by analysing from the view of the third person. So people, stop labelling me as emo okay. Though I admit I'm one wtf.

Speaking of Dear Diary, my Form5 classmates used to have this forum CHS community on the net. We talked about various topics and of course there was this Dear Diary. Although not all 5S7-ians were involved, there were a number who get so active in replying to the topics or rather gossiping about the happenings in class. And I was part of them. We got so addicted to the forum that we log in to the forum as soon as we got home from school. Crazy but fun. And there was this Dear Diary which acted as our virtual online diary. And I bet I was one of the loyal post-ers. I was once so addicted up to the point where I almost post everyday and if the connection was down or if I didn't get to post, I pout. (Nah, I get frustrated haha.) Not long after graduation, the forum slowly dies off when 5S7-ians were getting busy with the workload in college. Now I'm not even sure whether CHS community still exists or not. Ahh. Nostalgic!

So this is pretty much the origin of Dear Diary. Told you this is boring, did I not. ;p

Promise me

Promises are not meant to be broken. But we are only human. We either have amnesia or at least pretend to have one.

Mental note

Nothing is impossible.

Grow up, hun.

Final decision

Decision has been made. Learning to accept responsibility from what I have decided is now the top of my to-do list. Yet, please allow me to grumble for a little more longer. I am so used to cling on to the past and refuse to accept changes. I prefer to stay in stagnancy than to accept challenges. But now, I make my first little move to stop going with the flow and my heart.

This is the proof.

Resolution #1: Never look back and remain static for unnecessary reflection.

Grr. It is the hardest one to start with in fact. -___-

Untitled

There are pretty much things in my head awaiting to be spilled out before I give my full 100% attention to page 178.

1. I can't wait I just can't wait any longer.

2.The decisions that I need to make are just too many. Ignorance is bliss.

3. Keukenhoff was one of the top since young. It was rather disappointed when I knew that it is impossible to drown myself in the midst of the tulips.

4. The spacecake which didn't send me to the outer space tasted so good has made me doubted its genuineness.

5. I think my parents are pretty much intrigued by the red light district.

6. Sometimes I can be such ignorant that I despise myself.

7. I realised. I always know. I understand. But I just can't help putting myself in denial.

8. I gotta put a stop to these. It's getting me to nowhere.

9. I learnt things quite sometime ago. But I only get to slap myself back to reality and accept it today.

10. I am so used to hypnotising myself so that I thought I understand whereby I don't in most cases.

Ah. Now you realised that I couldn't tell good stories, don't you.

The blabber continues

Wah. Can you believe it. I'm actually writing my second post within 2 hours. As a result of unpublished thoughts. Yes, if you would kindly refer to the previous post. This is the most productive day ever. I would like to blog about my April's fool. But since it is nothing to be proud of, so let's keep that for the day when I'm out of idea to blog.

The back of my head hurts so much and I wonder if it is because of caffeine overdose. And now my wild imagination actually convinced me that caffeine the stimulant could somehow overstimulate the brain cells and lead them to apoptosis, can you believe it. Now the apoptotic mechanisms are sending signals to the C fibres and why am I talking scientific all of a sudden? And you still haven't point your cursor to that little red 'x' on the top right corner haven't you because I would have if I were you.

Anyway, speaking of apoptosis, I'm really glad I have this special ability to turn off the pathway which generates synaptic plasticity. Which will in turn encourage endorphin release indirectly. Wah I'm so proud of myself I can actually thought of so many analogies from what I have learnt. And my special ability is superior than goldfish memory because I get to choose what to stay in my brain can you actually believe me.

I was once told that I can be so timid at a moment and brave at the next. Schizophrenic she said. Thanks weeyin but I went for a checkup already and I'm seriously fine. Now I would like to elaborate on this point but my headache has already spread to my eyes instead. So I guess it's bed time now. Good night.

Fragmentary thoughts

So close, but yet so far.

I have soooooo many thoughts floating in my head but I just could not put them into proper sentences. These fragmental pieces if I were to write them down, I bet you'll give up reading the rest of the entry because it sounds something like &*%$^*.

Now, get it?

But, on second thought, this is MY blog. I have no obligation to consider you the readers' feelings. Is it not true? If not, this blog would not land on a site called her silly thoughts dot blogspot dot com. I have the right to post my silly stupid whatsoever thoughts that I have right now, am I not right again.

*Paused for 2 seconds*

Anyway I have no silly thoughts right now lah. It slipped out of my mind before my fingers are quick enough.

Wah. If you could bear reading this post up till this point, I salute you. I have just contradicted myself if you'd noticed. And this post is totally meaningless wtf.

Now, did you get my meaning of being incoherent?

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I dreamt about you. Again.

Where are you, C?