1st week back

Hmm.

Ah, back in the IDS once again. Such brilliant planning of the staff... I'm relegated to the bimbo section of the studio, together with Barney, the Two-headed Snake and her pet parrot.

At least I have my own terminal which is devoid of a 2nd party (I'm so incredibly selfish when it comes to this matter of sharing computers), and at least I'm facing away from the people whom I do not even wish to be associated with, much less come into eye contact with.

Begging your pardon for my lack of compassion... regarding this bunch, all such passive emotion has been burned out of my very soul. All that's left is a detached sense of pity and an overwhelming feeling of indifference towards their miserably inappropriate sense of humour.

So far, I've been pretty aimless, particularly since no one seems to know who my supervisor is and therefore no one wants to take any responsibility. I've been involved in my own little project, which is to take part in the G77 guitar-designing competition. So far, so good.

My chair has come in, and it's a beauty. I won't say it's perfect because the hand of man will never create something that is perfect... hence our continuous pursuit (would I say it is in vain???) of perfection. I guess it's a pretty good work on the part of the manufacturer and partly deviating from the original concept due to several structural and engineering issues.

But other than that I suppose I'm pretty happy with it.

JH has finally decided to throw my bike stand design into the Tan Kah Kee Young Inventors' Award competition after 3 months of procrastination. While I appreciate all her help during my P5 and for the chair manufacturing... this belated entry has somewhat been met with jadedness on my part because that project was just so far away behind me... I couldn't wait to forget all about it.

Anyway.. if it gets in.. it's worth a shot right?


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Back in action once again III

Hmm.

So it's back to school on monday. Back to an institution which I somehow feel lacks alot of the expected knowledge or understanding of what it takes to develop an individual into a competent designer.

Back to an environment where design students whose creativity would thrive in a spirit of free-will (albeit with obvious self-control) but is effectively quashed with notions of rigidity, silence and reckless insensitivity to industry requirements.

I won't be relieved to go back to school. I think I would be fascinated for 2 minutes before wondering out loud to myself why I still feel compelled to go back and subject myself to 10.5 ours of an engineering regimental system.

The only thing which would draw me back is as follows:

1. The obvious fact is that if I don't complete the final semester I won't get my diploma.
2. I still like design, and the computers in school are pretty good: best make the max out of them.
3. My chair design prototype has been completed and I promised the Uncle I would meet him in school when he delivers it (dumb, yes, but...).
4. I have alot of friends there and a few people still owe me a meal *grinds axe*
5. Haiyarrr... just whack lah. Meaning I'm too lazy to go about opposing the system for the sake of doing so.


Anyways, I kind of miss NYP. But don't get me wrong.

I miss less people than those whom I do not even remotely feel nostalgic towards.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

An ode to Ignorance 2

Hmm.

They must think the sun shines out your arse
a justification for you to search for greener grass
I'm thankful that the feeling has long since passed
yet again I knew that this feeling would never last

I won't blame you for the indifferent blind eye
how could I when you are always a shot shy
of achieving your dreams which failed to fly
and so I hence-forth bid you a wry goodbye

Whither you would go I would never understand
Is it too late for you to reach back for my hand?
Is it worthwhile for me to taste what I know is bland?
This is only one of the few times I have made a stand

I guess you forgot the times when we had fun
when your heart was in more pieces than one
oh how I wished that from pain you could run
thanks for the fun, honestly for now I'm done


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

An ode to Ignorance

Hmm.

A breath, a whisper and all was lost
a kiss which bore the heaviest cost
impressions which imprint the most
not the last and surely not the first

pure heart was not the least forgiven
a sorrow in my heart which was riven
a love which I truly could have given
was seen as a base form of treason

only one had stolen your heart away
despite all your pains along the way
the one man who simply would not stay
too many a time I've heard myself say

there's someone out there waiting for you
who could show what true love can do
you couldn't see my meaning did you?
affection is to set one free into the sky so blue


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

2 days left

Hmm.

Well I have 2 days left before my attachment is over. I have to say that it has been incredibly fun, enlightening and educational.

Most of "incredibly fun, enlightening and educational" applies to the areas of design, but a significant amount is with relation to male humour.

I think I'm spending way out of my means... I have spent a sum total of $42... inclusive of a bag of potpourri and an alarm clock from Ikea, a magazine, coffee and a bun and lunch at Ikea.

Not to mention that I have just arranged to buy a Sennheiser microphone off a guy on Friday evening for $90.

Anyways... must stop spending money!!!

Oh yes.. to Fran, my email is bitten_stealen@hotmail.com. kindly email me your handphone number thanks. I still can't recall who you are!!! -____-


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

A gig not to be

Hmm.

I spent the majority of my Sunday being amused due to the fact that my band refused to play at GasHaus. It was an emo / metal gig and I guess it wasn't the best place for a self-respecting rock and roll band to showcase themselves, especially when the gig organisers had given us a 5:30 timeslot, but went back on their word.. pushing us to 9:30pm.

When you're the singer / guitarist of a hard-working band which has striven to perfect our chops and songs, and had the prospect of a gig, which is supposed to be the sharing of one's music with a wider audience, only to be low-balled by the gig organisers over an issue known as "money-making", I think none of you out there would blame me for..

Standing up for my rights.

That's right. I will not be low-balled and be treated like a fool just because a bunch of ignorant fools want to make money out of me and my friends. I will not allow my band and myself to be walked all over by a load of money-grubbing bastards who claim to be proponents of supporting the local music scene.

In the first place, how can the gig organisers claim to support the local scene when the bands they featured can hardly be debated upon as worthy of a stage? Big words, you say? Here's what those bands who played on Sunday were like through my eyes:

1. They could only scream. When they tried to sing, they were horribly out of tune.
2. The instruments were out of tune.
3. I'm sure none of you could appreciate the noise they produced.

And don't you dare tell me otherwise because I've been playing guitar for 6 years, mandolin, harmonica and bass for 2 years, and I know my fucking instrument and voice, and I know when a band is in tune or not. Thank you very much.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Smile

Hmm.

This is my latest favourite song. It's a love song by David Gilmour, also known as the singer, song-writer and lead guitarist for now-defunct classic progressive rock band, Pink Floyd.

Novia got me his latest solo album, titled "On an Island", and although the song had already premiered on the 'In concert" and "Live at the Meltdown" DVD, I have fallen in love with this song because it's just so simple, with it's 3/4 waltz timing and such beautiful lyrics:


Smile

Would this do, To make it all right
While sleep has taken you, Where I'm out of sight

I'll make my getaway, Time on my own
Search for a better way, To find my way home
To your smile

Wasting days and days, On this fight
Always down and up, Half the night

Hopeless to reminisee, Through the dark hours
We'll only sacrifice, What time will allow us

You're sighing... sighing

All alone, Though you're right here
Now it's time to go, From your sad stare

Make my getaway, Time on my own
Needing a better way, To find my way home

To your smile


It's slightly sad, but I guess I love it all the same.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

19 at last, what a blast!

Hmm.

Well folks, I'm officially 19 now.

Work was pretty slacked today.. I was just texting my friends and silently praying that my handphone would last till the night was over.

I had finished work and went to Fisherman's Wharf to book the table before going back to Clarke Quay MRT to wait for my friends.

A very big, fat thank you to all those who turned up: you guys rock my world!!!

In a nutshell, the evening was filled with nice food, lame humour, dirty humour, truth or dare (hahaha.. I know Char and Hui Hui still wanna get me for daring them dance and lick the table respectively apart from the very intriguing 'truth' questions I asked them) and good music.

Not to mention incredibly satisfying company.

So tonight I totaled 2 beers, one large fish and chips and a whole load of laughter.

Good birthday, I must say.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy


PS: Alvin, the album sounds great and also special thanks to Novia for the David Gilmour album.

The Day before I turn 19

Hmm.

It's 9:45, and I'm going to be 19 tomorrow.

Apart from being a year older from the year before, I realised that I've grown somewhat different from the person I used to be.

I'm less assertive: unless my sense of professionalism kicks in or I'm being taken advantage of.

I'm more relaxed: I tend to take things in my stride, and I take things as they come.

I'm less agitated: despite a theft and many dumb remarks on this blog... I guess it's to be taken as a lesson to be learnt.

I'm more forgiving: why be bogged down by things which would only serve as elements of misery?

I'm less emotional: not to be confused with the fact that I'm an intense person, but I suppose like as mentioned above, I've gotten through meltdowns and I'm alright. Yeah.

I'm more insightful: upgrading my already piercing analytical perspective, I guess I can look from another person's point of view much more asily than before.


Ok, deep stuff aside. For those who read this blog and know that I'm turning 19 tomorrow, I'll be holding a makan with my band and a few friends near Clarke Quay mrt station tomorrow at 7pm. I'm not able to blanjah anyone, unfortunately and there would not be any live music by yours truly a la year 2005. But I guess you could live with an evening meal of Fish and Chips and maybe a cold beer.

If you're interested in joining me (I would also be going to Mad Fleming's after the makan) you can sms me or call me on my mobile.

If you have no idea what my mobile is, kindly contact someone who does. I'm not about to release it on this blog.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Friday blues II

Hmm.

Just came back from a jam with the band, bassist was absent so I had to fill in somehow. I think I'm an okay bass player. I just can't sing and play bass at the same time... that would be madness!

Was just thinking about... argh how can I put it across? I think I've pretty much been a fool for that girl since the day I laid my eyes on her. I've been kind, understanding, punctual, forgiving, loyal and patient.

But I don't think it really matters anymore doesn't it? A lack of expectation will lead to a prevention of disappointment I guess.

To my friends who have heard about Monday evening, I'll be meeting you guys at Clarke Quay mrt at 7pm. I don't think I would have the cash to blanjah you guys, unfortunately... but I just want to have a nice meal with my friends and band and maybe go to Mad Fleming's for an evening of music by Heritage.

We'll see how it goes.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Death by sketching

Hmm.

My gosh. I've been sketching practically non-stop since Monday. I do believe that the amount of paper I have sketched over could possibly amount to at least 80 pages of A4 paper.

And it's all concept sketching, with 'detailed views' included as well. I must say that this is the second time I've ever sketched more than 50 views within one week.

My hand managed to take a break only at about 3pm today... it's been practically non-stop and I even had to OT until 8:45 last night, and around 8pm the night before just to get most of the sketches out of the way.

But it seems like the storm has blown over for now.. and I'm going to focus on my birthday plans for next week!

Details coming soon.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

Only a November Song

Hmm.

ALright.. I'm guessing some of you do not enjoy the song that I recently uploaded. Many a remark included:

1. 'Not as good as "Healing of Time"'

Aiyoooh. Not trying to hao lian or anything but most of the people who have heard "Healing of Time" have said it is the best song I have ever written. I'll admit it's the only song I have ever written with wide-eyed girls in mind.

2. 'Just sounds so weird'

Aye indeed. "Growing on You" is kind of like a mish mash of acoustic rock with a samba feel. Must be a santana influence. In all honesty I'm not too happy with that song myself.

3. 'The shaker is distracting'

Yeah I know. I cannot afford a bloody metronome so I have to rely on this shaker to help me keep in time. So far rather unsuccessful (in terms of perfect timing).


Anyways, this song which has already been uploaded is titled "Only A November Song".. but it was actually recorded one day before I recorded 'Growing on You', which was recorded towards the end on October.

So why "Only A November Song"? I actually gave it a name which might be too obvious especially since this song was written about a friend of mine, who experienced a heart-break. Why are so many of my songs about love?


Only A November Song

jaded miss lonely, broken-hearted on a one-way street
tried her best but she just can't seem to make ends meet
lost in her little world of lovers who she can't see
little lady come on get up wake up and follow me

you can't drag it around like a ball and a chain
why don't you just dig in and release the pain?

it's hot as a mid-day swelter
it's a cook and bake and a shake
standing in the sunshine dont you ever give
yourself a break?

come on darling now, you gotta lie low and breathe in deep
he's been your sunshine for too long
and it's time for a graceful slip.


he's taking you too far
and you're feeling like you can't hold back
what it is you cannot feel
but you can feel it trickling down your back

someone you've been waiting for
has long passed you by
the feeling has long gone, but you
found yourself asking "why?"


Hope you guys enjoy this one despite the under-average vocal performance.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

RARR

Hmm.

The past week has been alright. Work for attachment was a stop-and-start process of sketching and critique, with some good progress.

Asianbeats has been thrown out of the window. I guess we were pretty tired from the whole thing and we didn't perform up to par and I wasn't surprised when we didn't get to go through to the second round.

The rest of the guys feel pretty beat up about it, but I would look upon it from an objective level, and that is:

1. we weren't good enough (but still pretty good lah)
2. we weren't that fantastically prepared
3. there were other bands which impressed me immensely
4. maybe the choice of song wasn't the best.

Work at the YMCA this morning was equally dispiriting. Had to run about clearing all the tables while "stepmother" chao-keng, and the new guy struggled to help out.

I'm just chilling out now.. not sure what to feel. Maybe I'm just comfortably numb? I don't feel anything even though I could be feeling anything from sad to angry or even downright depressed.

Maybe I just need a long cool beer.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy