Monday, September 26, 2005

Thank you

I wish to say thank you, to God for bringing me the wonderful experience of being together with such talented and beautiful people the past week. Though we had only met only 3 days Thurs to Sat, I feel like I've fallen in love with them all. So much, that it feels sad that they all had to leave this (yesterday Sun morning) morning to Hong Kong. Talking with them, even though the language was limited, I could feel their passion, willpower, preserverance and hardworking attitudes. They were all proud of themselves and their work, and yet humble and open at the same time. They were beautiful, because I see in them, the courage I wanted to possess, to preservere against odds.
I feel a sense of loss, sad, that they've gone off. Today's been sentimental. I especially liked Chung YS the Korean, and MK. Sun CT was a funny guy. He has great vision, he just needs that little bit more courage to truly break through the culture of dominance. I'd be happy for him if he does do that, to leave TW for a while, so he could break free. Otherwise I fear he could become bitter.
I'm afraid it's also partially because they're male, nice-looking, very youthful looking and mature at 30 years old. They look like they're around 22-24, and that's the type like. They're also str8, both CT and YS, I guess so for MK. He said he lives with his partner.

So I could be shallow for liking them because they're cute. I'm not sure if that's the reason. But I was really really happy to have had the opportunity to spend time with them.

How I wish to spend more time with them, travel with them. I'm already this sentimental after 3 days. I can't imagine what could happen if we were to spend 4 weeks together. I might find them annoying? hahaa...

They're str8. I'm such a paradox.

Ok. Say that I like them because of their artistic merits, their humility and gentleness. I love them I love them... It makes me delirious. The past few days had this surreal quality, and dreamlike. It felt like I was in another country, but I was able to entertain them and ask them questions. I was genuinely interested in them and their lives in their own countries. Because they were often quiet and reserved, I might have seemed too friendly in wanting them to feel at ease. The thing is, since I'm INFP, it's really odd that I had been behaving so socially-at ease these past few days.

I don't know, I feel, maybe, that their energy and positive attitudes have rubbed onto me. Or I have influenced them, such that the whole group became more relaxed. I miss them, quite terribly, for people I've only known for 3 days. Maybe it was the drinking. I had really pushed my alcohol intake those nights after rehearsals and shows. I miss them so much, it feels like I've just ended a relationship, I feel like crying. This might seem like a borrowed encounter, for I was not planned to be in the picture, not to even have met and communicated with them. That's why I'm so thankful... thankful thankful... I want more... I want to collaborate with them! I want to travel with them... go shopping with them... and secretly want to hug them to sleep... hahaa
YS is a warm person. He held my hand in Harry's. He looked into my eyes when we talked, and when we didn't talk. He's very reassuring.
MK is a bit more reserved. I suspect he fears the homosexual in me. or not...
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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

What I want

Here's what I want.

Someone will notice my music, and pay me big money to use in a movie. My rate will increase, and I'll be recognised for my skills and abilities. I'll write musicals, create music for dance and theatre in my own time, and be paid well enough to buy an apartment of my own, take vacations 4 times a year, and still have zest for life and my job.

I'll be grateful for all the blessings, and live in the blessing with my friends who are honest and beautiful. I'll be able to affect change in the people who are around me, they'll be able to see the light, the truth better, and choose to remain close with me. Jn will see. Somehow, he always lies close to my heart and mind. Perhaps our destiny is intertwined, I can't remain unaffected by him.

I'm angry

I'm angry with Jn, Mat, Jv. Ths job is worth nly $200? More like $2000. With all the extra work I have to do to make sure things are right, to help you see the potential in the work. Now I have to supply you with inspiration?? And you want me to finalise it? What kind of film has its music finalised before the scenes are shot and assembled? What kind of dress is made without the measurements from the actual person who'll wear it? I'm sick sick sick of being taken advantage of!!!

I've done so much work for the GT, my work hours are probably more than double the standard of what the rest have done. And we get the same pay? While payment's only secondary, you want the show to be "underground"? How does this justify the amount of work I have put in? It's all give give give, and you just take me as a cd-vending machine?

You say you understand, when I tell you why the project's difficult. I'm not asking for understanding. I'm telling you, what you should be doing to make both our jobs easier! I wasn't whining! You need to change your working ritual!

Jv, why am I really working with you? Your ideas and visions are of the world I left behind. It's the world of pain and fear. It's not the truth, and it's not the world I want to project. I'm losing my patience. That time you said you were paying me $200, and feeling justified. I was shocked, it didn't register, and I still said yes. Now it seems like my requests will not be accessed, for I have doubts in your organisational prioratisations. This might well be the last time we work together. I'll not work for such pittance.

Well, another down. Maybe I should really work alone.

summer snow



When I made myself this meego, I was listening to summer snow. I couldn't stop listening to the song, and couldn't help being mesmerised by this inner child of mine, looking at me. I see myself, fading away, dying, passing away, and smiling, serene, forgiving. It moves me... My child.

A feeling of loss

So Jn is going to NS in a couple of weeks. Though he's so much younger than I, I think I like him more than I would like myself to be known to. Sometimes I am surprised by his show of kindness or friendship, as i have often expected him to be a user. That's how I have seen him, generally. He uses me when he needs something. When there's something to gain from me, he gets close and I willingly alow access. He's got so much charm. SO much that, I find it hard to believe he really likes me, as a friend. Examples of this - like that time we aranged to meet, then - no news, and I was unable to contact him that whole day. Incidents like these make me doubt his sincerity. But I always accept him. I keep dreaming of him, perhaps because I often fantasize being with him. That night, I dreamt we were in the toilet together, and I was sitting on the john, he squatting in front of me. We watched each other poop! Bizzarre... Then we climbed up the roof of the toilet, and sat there watching the world. But sadly, we could not find a way down, the roof was too high to jump, and I didn't dare to. I didn't know what to do, and felt so lost. That moment, it felt like he would jump if he chose to, but what hurt me, was that we'd be seperated.

At moments, these 2 days, I feel so lost, sad and lonely. Why are my friends so often unable to be with me, when I most need company? It's sad, now that i think of it. What Do my friends take me for?
Mat only needs me when he's alone, cos he fears loneliness. He like to be with big groups of friends, and have parties. Parties bother me, especially when I don't really have much interest in his friends. His friends are such fearful people, and I feel, insincere. They are so transient, but they always seem to be so warm, I cannot stand the paradox.
Chris, he too doesn't answer my calls, or even reply with a short sms to say "bz". I seldom succeed in asking him out, but almost always go meet him on his request.
Jon, same problem with answering my calls. This problem has been going on since the days of Ang. What have I done to treated like this? By not answering my mother when she asks me questions?
I lose my patience, especially with those I'm close with, like mother and Mat. Since I have known Mat for so long, I can be frank about how I feel about his inattentitiveness. I'm becoming like his mother, and I don't enjoy it. I hate having to ignore his calls, because I know he's walking his dog, or driving, or stuck in a jam, everything except wanting to meet up, or have a real conversation. I don't like phone calls, because I cannot see their eyes. I won't even know if the person is indeed listening. It makes me irritated.

Because of these non-answering phone-calls, I avoided calling people. I sure don't want to be seen as needy, the wanton. I have my pride too, as having a phonecall rejected or unansswered, with no explaination, except the lame "I was busy" which comes a day or two too late, does not help me anymore.

I might have grown critical of those around me, but I always accept when them they are with me.

With Jn, the monstor of jealousy creeps up on me. When he's haven't called for a day or two, and isn't online... I imagine he's with someone else... Found a new girlfriend, maybe, to F and seperate... How can I make him more stable? Less wanting? With me?
Then I imagine he's found a new best friend, Dn, who does what I do, who is currently more popular than I am in the field. He would be good friends with Jn, for they're both str8, and Jn has alot to benefit from Dn. If Dn rejects Jn, Jn would return to me.
That's so bitter of me...

SIgh... times like these, I really would like someone who really cares enough, just to be here and quietly understand. Then, perhaps my fascination for Jn and Chris would end.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Spammers don't read!

Spammers don't read blogs! Their comments have been, and will be deleted.

Another Biorhythms HIT!

Yesterday, 11 September 2005, Sunday. High SCores for Emotional and Physical, just below mid point for Intellectual. Another feel-emotionally-weak day. Felt hurt, frustrated, sad, angry, irritable. And so easily too...

I feel better today. But not that ready to get back to work yet. I want...

Be rich.
Affluent.
Generous.
Joy. Love. Peace.

Monday, September 05, 2005

This article about Kate Bush

I read this recent article about Kate Bush, which I thought was very well written and interesting. Just in case they remove this off their server, I've copied the text here so more people could read it.

At first I thought the journalist sounded rather mean-spirited, but further down in the article, I saw the familiar "Kate Bush" profile. I'm so sure she's an INFP, like me. I could relate to the things she probably felt. Thoughts about the shallow entertainment business, image. Horror at the loss of privacy, and the discovery of choice and strength. Because the writer potrayed her personality quite accurately as an INFP (which I am, and often suspected Kate Bush of being), I thought it was actually quite illuminating. I'm not so much interested in her personal life, but more in her thoughts and ideas behind her songs. That's what artists are interested in. We don't just see the shell, and I believe Kate Bush fans don't either. That's why we're her fans.

INFP's write very well, but are often awkward in expressing themselves in speech, especially under stress or in unfamiliar company. When I find myself "trapped" at a party, I start panicking inside, and resort to make myself pre-occupied when not engaged in conversation. Real conversation in such circumstances would be rare, for I would be so nervous, I would probably not know exactly what I'm saying. It wouldn't be long before I make my escape, unless there would be a kind soul who we can connect with there.

However, INFP's are capable of donning ESTJ suits. That's something remarkable about us. There will be moments when we seemingly operate no different from the rest of humanity. But deep down inside, we're always aware of our own inclinations. To live a lie would kill us, so we revert back and forth to fit it. When people notice the inconsistency, they think we're strange, weird.

When we realise that there's not point pretending, we stop pretending. We don't care that the rest of humanity don't think and feel like us. We don't care if we don't fit into your social circles. We just want to be honest to ourselves and be happy.

Being different in an indifferent would can be so tiring, for people would always compare and say things like "why can't you be more sociable"; "why can't you just enjoy yourself". They just don't understand. As such, we would rather live in a quiet place with people who understand and respect our differences, than with the hip crowd who don't.

Thankfully, there seem to be more and more INFP-friendly people these days. We're not as rare as the old books say anymore.

Finding strength and courage is the key to an INFP's happiness, survival and sense of peace.

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article from http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/tm_objectid=15922267&method=full&siteid=94762&headline=wow--bush-is-back--name_page.html

EXCLUSIVE: WOW! BUSH IS BACK
After 12 years hidden away from the limelight, Kate Bush is releasing a new album and single .. .. but can such a reclusive icon cope with a return to centre stage?
Exclusive By Kevin O'Sullivan

A FUGITIVE from fame, one of the world's most reclusive stars is steeling herself for something that fills her with dread - a return to the limelight.

The obsessively secretive singer Kate Bush is battling an almost crippling sense of apprehension as she prepares to release her first album in 12 years.

For she is still the extraordinarily shy woman who abruptly turned her back on fame a quarter of a century ago after hating the pressures of her first and only tour.

Yesterday, her record label EMI announced Kate's new offering - a double album called Aerial, set to hit the shops on November 7.

By then a single, King Of The Mountain, out on October 24, is expected to have rocketed to the top of the charts.

And Kate - who recently celebrated her 47th birthday - knows she will have to show her face to the loyal fans who have bought her records in sufficiently large numbers to make her remarkably rich.

With a £25million fortune, she is estimated to be the second wealthiest British female singer ever - and rewards herself with a "salary" of more than £1million a year.

Only Annie Lennox has earned more.

Timeless classics such as her No 1 debut single Wuthering Heights and her 1978 first album The Kick Inside - which spent 70 weeks in the charts - made Kate an icon and an enduring pop presence.

But for years she has kept out of the public gaze.

Her home, a £3million 200-year-old red-brick mansion on a secluded island in the Thames in Berkshire, is surrounded by high walls, forbidding wooden gates and dense forest.

It is a Dickensian setting that invites comparisons to Miss Havisham, the isolated character from Great Expectations who deliberately cuts herself off from the rest of humanity.

Few residents in the village nearby are aware that there is a superstar in their midst.

And if the heat should become too intense as her new CD propels her back into the spotlight, Kate has a carefully planned escape route - a secluded bolt-hole in Devon where locals are even more in the dark about her.

W ITH appealing understatement, the enigmatic singer tries to explain her withdrawal from the fame business. "The reclusive thing is because I don't go clubbing and I don't do a lot of publicity," she says.

"I'm a quiet, private person who has managed to hang around for a few years. Ridiculous, really. I didn't think it would be like this."

She certainly feels no obligation to share details of her very private life with her millions of admirers. When she ventures out, the former pop sensation hides behind huge dark glasses. Sharing Kate's splendid isolation are her partner, guitarist Danny MacIntosh, 49, and the couple's seven-year-old son. It was 18 months before outsiders learnt of little Bertie Bush's arrival. Not surprisingly, his mother has never allowed him to be photographed in public.

But Kate insists she has not shrouded Bertie with her cloak of secrecy.

"Far from being secretive, I am just trying to be a good, protective mother," she says. "I want to give him as normal a childhood as possible while preserving his privacy."

With the eagerly awaited new album in the offing, that privacy is in danger - and his worried mother knows it.

But she must have an outlet for the burning desire to write songs and make music that has driven her since her difficult schooldays, when she was bullied for being so skinny.

The agonies of her childhood go some way to explaining Kate's almost neurotic hatred of public scrutiny.

A doctor's daughter who grew up in Welling, Kent, she recalls: "My father has told me I used to dance to music on the telly.

"I was completely unselfconscious and I wasn't aware of people looking at me.

"One day some people came into the room, saw me and laughed - and from that moment on I stopped doing it.

"I think I've been trying to get back there ever since."

An intense youngster who spent hours playing an old organ kept in a barn on her family's farmhouse estate, Kate does not cherish fond memories of the classroom.

At St Joseph's convent grammar school she discovered what she suspects of herself to this day: that she simply didn't fit in.

As an oddball pupil, she withdrew into painful shyness, which still haunts her in middle age.

"School was a very cruel environment and I was a loner," she says.

"But I learnt to get hurt and I learnt to cope with it.

"My friends sometimes used to ignore me completely and that would upset me badly.

"I wasn't an easy, happy-go-lucky girl because I used to think about everything so much - and I think I probably still do.

"I was writing songs from the age of 10 and I was never really into going to discos and dances and stuff. I never told anyone at school that I did that, because I feared it would alienate me even more."

But the timid teenager's penchant for songwriting did not alienate a family friend, Ricky Hopper.

Ricky, a music business mover and shaker, was impressed by her talent and arranged for her to record a demo tape.

Hopper played it to his friend Dave Gilmour of Pink Floyd, who stumped up more money for a comprehensive tape and provided an introduction to the power-brokers at EMI.

Kate was just 16 when she signed a £3,500 contract with the label and played her first concerts in South London pubs with her three-piece KT Bush Band.

But the transition from schoolkid to grown-up performer was difficult for one so young.

EMI executive Bob Mercer says: "On meeting her I realised how young she was mentally. We gave her some money to grow up with.

"EMI was like another family to her. She was the company's daughter for a few years."

Inspired by the plot of an Emily Bronte novel she had never actually read, Wuthering Heights showcased Kate's original singing voice and her genius for the unusual.

It was a sensation.

As her album The Kick Inside also raced up the charts, the overnight star embarked on her first major concert tour - a gruelling odyssey across Europe.

Lost in a whirl of TV appearances, promotional interviews and the champagne lifestyle expected of fast-rising celebrities, Kate realised to her horror that she was despising every moment.

That first tour was also her last.

Then, still only 21, she shocked the rock world by simply turning her back on fame.

Embittered by the pressure of it all and the distractions from making music, she blamed the record company which had once been her surrogate family.

"They took me away from everything familiar and I figured out then that music was a priority, not publicity, and that completely changed my life," she says.

"I stopped doing all the things that were expected."

More than a quarter of a century on, Kate is still defiantly sticking to her guns.

Even though a new generation of EMI bosses confidently predict that the new album - which few of them have been allowed to hear - will be an enormous hit, they're not expecting the singer to help boost sales with a round of publicity interviews.

Indeed, many suspect that the slow process of getting the Aerial CD on to the shelves is in part due to Kate's fear of an inevitable return to centre-stage stardom.

A friend says: "In her ideal world Kate would simply release the record, people would enjoy the music and never think about her at all.

"But she knows life is not like that. She utterly loathes the showbiz aspect, and to say she's not looking forward to it is the understatement of the century.

"But Kate still has a compulsion to make music. In some ways, she wishes she didn't."

The unworldly quality which shone through during her famous Wuthering Heights performances on Top Of The Pops gave the singer an ethereal image, and she is adored by New-Age hippies.

D EVOTEES still faithfully gather to celebrate what they call "Katemas" - their version of Christmas which they mark every year on their idol's birthday.

The festival is held all over the world, from the mystical Glastonbury Tor to the Australian Outback.

To the deeply embarrassed Ms Bush, such fanaticism is celebrity gone mad.

But she is not immune to the allure of very famous people herself.

Her most recent public appearance, in March, was distinguished by a toe-curling incident involving the Queen.

At the urging of guitarist Eric Clapton, who made a guest appearance on her last album The Red Shoes, Kate attended a star-studded reception at Buckingham Palace to honour the British music industry.

Sandie Shaw - who stood next to her when they met Her Majesty - witnessed a major breach of etiquette from a woman clearly unused to social interaction, especially with royals.

The 60s singer recalls: "Kate was rummaging in her handbag. Suddenly she produced a pen and some paper and said to the Queen: 'Would you mind signing this for my son?'

"The Queen looked lost for words. I mumbled: 'I think that's a pop-star thing, Kate.' And the Queen seemed pleased to be let off the hook.

"'Quite right,' she answered as an equerry quickly hustled her away."

The anecdote speaks volumes about a woman who critics say really should get out a bit more.

But if she wasn't shy, reclusive, eternally intriguing and - frankly - rather strange, she wouldn't be Kate Bush. And the world would be a poorer place.
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Friday, September 02, 2005

Kate Bush is BACK!!

Kate Bush, my favourite is back with a new album after a decade of absence. Her lyrics, her voice and her music are phenomenal. They are the work of a person who has strong talent, strong intellect, strong emphatetic skills. Just listen to her, and you'll know her work far surpasses those everyday songs about mundane relationships.

I feel true artists needs to have wisdom to see beyond the mundane. As figures that people watch and listen to, it is part of their responsibility to serve as role models, both through their art and their lives. What art that speaks of the mundane will not last when people gain wisdom. This is why older people don't listen much to pop music. We find them simply too mundane and self-indulgent. Although I do like the music, the lyrics are self-indulgent, the artistes are like popular clones. Sometimes, their eyes might even seem convincing enough, to say that they're really true to themselves. But look deeper, and you'll see the emptiness, the fear, the reason why they try so hard to look good, behave "cool" and all other mannerisms.

Anyway, that's generalisation, and not entirely fair.

So Kate Bush's new album, I've been waiting for this for so long... I'm sure fans all over are going feverish with anticipation.