Monday, August 28, 2006

I have a confession to make:

JOEL LEE I LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!! Like, a lot.

Confession number 2: I don't know your chinese name.

Confession number 3: Nobody who knows Joel is remotely near my circle of friends and blog-readers. Don't worry, I don't think I'm that mad yet.

Confession number 4: (To Joel) You are the ONLY well person (and guy for that matter), to really make me understand the simplest things in life, and put a simple smile on my face.

Confession number 5: I numbered my confessions so it doesnt seem so mushy. HAH.

Peace.

(Oh and Diego Luna is GORGEOUS. ahem.)

vane farted at 12:03 AM

Sunday, August 27, 2006

WOMAD, Reggae, Dirty Dancing 2, Havana, Diego Luna, Chico Cesar, Jimmy Cliff.

It's all about celebration. It's all about communal-ism. It's all about well, the passion of life. The music, the dance. It's not about dancing and acting all cool in skimpy clothings. It's not about raps of how you seduce a girl or guy or whatever. It's, well, dancing together, as a community, sharing, as still passionate. And on top of just sweaty bodies, there's body contact, there's Smiles.

At WOMAD, I don't know. People seemed to be more interested in showing off their moves then moving to the music, together hand in hand (macham national day, hah). Which is what Black music is all about!! And you know, I think it's just Singapore. Everyone is just soo. fucking. caught up with appeareances. About standing out, looking cool, acting sexy. When well, it's about being together, and feeling sexy. It's about looking at your partner when you dance. Not looking out for guys. or girls. whatever. A LOT of people whom I dance with at clubs or wherever, seem to be craning their necks for the next hottie. HEY! HOW ABOUT ME STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU??? *waves around*.

I have THIS much passion in me, but unfortunately, they are only able to STAY in me.

People might say that the movie sucked. But I say, they don't know Passion. Oh well, what can I expect from Singaporeans, who can only stare at their computer screens and complain about rising transport fares. (Which very sadly, includes myself.)

I need to get Out.


"Friendship" is a tricky concept. Friends are there because you need them. In the sense that everyone has a sort of "Special talent". You need them because of this "Special talent". Be it making you laugh, listening to you, playing pool, drinking beer, smoking, having sex, making love, (somehow it gets progressively more indecent, but I can't help it) playing mah jong, or even, a friend who talks a lot. Every friend is there for a reason. As much as you want to deny this, IT'S TRUE. I mean, I'm not saying your friend is your friend JUST because of that "Special talent". It has to be mutual to a large extent. Which also means that your friend, is also feeding off you. It's a willing 'trade'. But the thing with human beings is, we are not as dead as a cube of butter or a carton of milk. You may be eager to feed off a friend, but the friend, may not always be there to feed you...

"Family" is another tricky concept. But that's a different story altogether...



I'm not depressed. Just, well, sad.

vane farted at 11:12 PM