Glee Cast - No Air.

This morning, I got an e-mail from an old friend regarding a school project that he had to do. He's required to interview as many people as he can regarding a certain topic, to analyze said interview and finally, required to script it then perform it word for word, as how the person interviewed answered.

He asked me, along with many others the following:

What is the ONE thing(person/event etc...) that You miss from your childhood OR Being a kid.

Needless to say, it was intriguing.

 

He said to be as honest. To be as open as one could with the question. And I replied him as such:

One thing I miss from my childhood was the simplicity of it all.

You know when the only things you had to think about was whether or not your Barbie doll's hair was brushed or if you would be able to steal a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner without getting caught? You don't think about the repercussions of anything at all because there were never any major decisions that you had to make. Things were the way they were. No veils. No... facades to maintain.

And then you grow up. You grow up and... and you're being forced to make decisions that may or may not change the entire course of your life.

You go to school and you learn. You learn about things that interest you, you learn about things that bore you to tears. Academic things that you may never use again in your life. And then... You learn life lessons along the way. Like how to deal with a death of a loved one. How to... deal with a friend who you no longer speak to but miss to death. You learn how to deal with people who put you down and how to stand up for yourself. You learn how it feels to fall in love and to be loved back in return. You find out how it feels to have your heart broken, whether it be by external forces or because of your own hand. And you learn how to form a barrier around yourself so you don't get hurt. You become a cynic. Even the most positive individual... will have their own moments of defeat, grief and negativity.... You no longer perceive the world as that bright, sunshine-filled place you once loved. It's so much more darker. Grim. And it's just... scary.

Things were so simple back then. You didn't have to deal with the complexities of life as you do now.

Because all you had to do, all you knew how to do... was live in the moment.

I only wonder if people feel the same way that I do...

Eric Hutchinson - Outside Villanova.

I should probably at least make an attempt to update this.

SADLY, MY LIFE IS BORING. SORRY TO BE A DEBBIE DOWNER, BUT IT REALLY IS QUITE DULL. So today, let me talk about the most random thing I can think of without boring the world.

ADAM LAMBERT'S UPCOMING 2012 SINGLE, "TIME FOR MIRACLES".

Ya lah, I know you're bored already but I can't help it! Even Brian May's hair is moved by this epic! It sounds amazing so far. YES PEOPLE, I JUDGE BASED OFF THAT ONE MINUTE SNIPPET.

Oh fine. I won't talk about Adam Lambert.

I'll talk about...

 KRIS ALLEN'S ALBUM COVER.

LOOKIT HIS WIDDLE FACE. IT'S SO PRESH, MO PRESH.

That's the kind of face that could sink a thousand ships. Like Helen of Troy. Except this time, it's Kris of Arkansas. BAM! A thousand ships just sunk while you were looking at his face. BAM! Another thousand just sunk while you were reading that line. BAM! Another... well, you get my drift....

Hold up....

I SMELL CHICKEN FLOSS. IN THE OFFICE. *SNIFF SNIFF*.

IT SMELLS HEAVENLY. I'd like some in my belly. SOMEONE FEED ME COZ I DON'T THINK YOU'RE READY FOR THIS JELLY. *dances to Bootylicious*

Well, this was fun. Also, I have Tauhu Bakar with me. A whole box full. Be jealous. It is deliciouso. OM NOM NOM.

Something Corporate - Me & The Moon.

My privacy is at risk.

I cannot put up with this shit. A new blog is being set up as I type all this out, so if you want access to that, let me know via Facebook and/or MSN.

This blog will still exist for more nonsensical entries that make zero to little sense. Meaning a lot of fangirl entries or for any "deep" thoughts that I might have. Not that I have any of those anymore...

I have too much to lose. I will not submit.

Daniel Bedingfield - If You're Not The One.

I know I've been neglecting this blog for a long time. But I haven't had much I've wanted to say. I don't want this blog to end up turning into another empty portion of cyberspace filled with nonsensical entries about what I ate today or what I wore today. I don't know... I just feel much more comfortable posting when I actually feel passionate about it rather than filling this up with empty words.

Speaking of emptiness... It's been months since I last felt this way or even had an inkling of negativity appear within the confinements of my thoughts.

Right now, what I'm feeling is a strange mixture of emptiness, worry and most of all: fear. It's like a dark, malevolent being has been gradually twisting itself like smoke and ivy around my very soul over the past month or so.

It's probably because I'm worried about whether or not I'm going to get into Auckland. The thought of not being able to go is horrific. What would I do with myself if I that letter of acceptance never arrives at my doorstep? I don't think I want to go through the pain of feeling like a complete and total failure after all that effort I've put into my application.

I can literally say that my blood, sweat and especially my tears were put into my audition tape. Late nights at the studio and all those afternoons where I practically slaved away at lyrics and at melodies that made little to no sense at all, trying to piece the puzzle together in a desperate attempt to come up with a decent song or hook. It comes so easily to some people but for me, it's another hurdle I have to leap over; yet another river to paddle my way across. It's another challenge I have to face on my own. And proud as I may be about the fact that I faced this challenge head on, I can't help but fear. I can't help but to be afraid about the million different ways things could go right or worse, wrong.

All I can do now is just wait. To hope and pray that things will work out the way I want them to.

I have never wanted something so badly to the point where it hurts. It hurts just to think about the what ifs and the maybes. I will not settle for anything less than a "YES".

I may be a patient person, but I've never enjoyed the waiting.

Seconds, hours, so many days. You know what you want, but how long can you wait?