One becomes a true artist when one has..

Skill.
Technicality.
Creativity.
Content.

A message.

A message that is unheard of.
A message that transcends the five senses and touches the heart.
A message that has the potential to revolutionise.

But if the audience doesn't get the message, are you still an artist?

If a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it, did it fall?

I do not have a problem with this concept.
What I do have a problem with is this.
The above assumes that the artist is misunderstood and is hence deemed unaccepted.
What if though, the artist is accepted.
But on grounds other than for his message?

Take Lady Gaga for example.
Hordes of people listen to and love her.
Yet how many consider her a dark and demonic cult?
Blind followers who tag along with the trend just cos she's different and debatably weird.

If the message she sets to convey is lost in the fame, is she then, an artist?

This is random ramble. I was bored...

I wanna say I'm suffering from writer's block but I can't.
cos I never regarded myself as one.
A writer that is..


Just cos I hang with the greats doesn't mean I qualify as one..
By greats I do mean esther, lisa, weihao....
haha (yay my top three fave local writers mmhmm, who's catherine lim pfft.. heh)


So I decided to change my blogskin..
To distract you from the lack of impeccable posts the aforementioned dish out all the time..


hoohoo!
tata for now. i've got loads to do

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players."
- William Shakespeare

Actors. Every single last one of us.
Nothing more.
The performer's soul was revived for one thing.

Approval.

The unceasing pursuit of acceptance.
To be who you are or who you want to be..
Ahh.. a herculean-size decision.
What's worse is there is no wrong answer.

The allure of recognition.
How it captivates the audience and actors alike.
And the applause that resound when the curtains fall.
Simply gratifying.

Yet when do the curtains really fall?
When the world's a stage and your life, a mere character?
The answer to that would be never.
For the hunt for extolment will never satisfy.
Like chasing the wind.

But yet to detach oneself from this stage would be suicide.
Social suicide.

Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.
Romans 12: 2

In the world but not of it.
On the stage but not partaking in it.

If one were to strive for perfection,
there would only be one mould.
And He ain't so happy with your progress, as with mine.. as with mine..
Hypocrisy of praise, for praise....
decided to post this draft from a few days back instead since you ruined the selective information thing!! ):

make your deaths into cadavers.
not to mourn and weep upon.
scrutinise instead the things not seen.

one day i shall clink glasses with you over the betterment achieved.

before i start.. HEY ADA!! thanks for dropping by hoho what happened to our lunch/dinner plans?! grab lisasa and let's goooooo!..




ok now i'm starting.. on a totally bimbotic post, yea yea yea unleashing my true self.. pfft whatever *flicks hair back and twirls it*


school has started and i.hate.it.. ok, not like it's unknown.. getting tired so quickly feels totally new to me cos i have been having more than ample sleep and now that i don't anymore i feel so cranky gahh


the only good thing about school is that there's a new batch of exchange students.. nope, not talking about the PRCs or ah-nehs.. but the HAWT ANGMOHS!! ~~ can't get enough of em hoho


yup, i am aware of how shallow i sound right now.. it sparked off the inspiration (if you can even call it that) for this post..


THE TOP 7 REASONS WHY SARAH IS REALLY A SHALLOW BIMBO


#7: i live off chick flicks.. yea, only the bottom feeders who are disgustingly hooked on the hollow storylines hollywood paints would admit to this.. and i raise both my hands as i shout to the heavens that i love em..


#6: i lovee trashy romantic novels as much as a good ol' jeffery archer book... *ducks for cover at the outrage* yeayea why can't i love both of em? all this talk about conformists.. i ain't one.. i don't fit into the typical mould.. it's like who says i can't love frilly pink dresses as much as i love rock and roll? pfft


#5: i have a squeaky high voice. don't all bimbos have squeaky high voices?? i hate mine.. it's like i heard my voice over the recording and i wondered aloud why i sound like a mouse.. i think john heard me :\


#4: i love all things musical. yes, even HSM.. hahahha can't help but laugh at myself.. i think musicals are wonderful things, i loved hairspray although some may say it was boring blahblah.. i cannot agree because the song and dance numbers can only be described in three words.. A-MAZE-ING.


#3: i am a band geek. i'd much rather listen to lyric-less band pieces because who says melodies can't tell a story? i don't expect you to understand or appreciate it.. but do listen to the track below!.. it tells the story of noah's ark from beginnning to end..






not the best rendition but only one i could find.. listen to how it started off, from the rising of the sun signifying a new day.. then the entering of animals begin.. hear the footsteps of an elephant, the wings of a bird, the leaping of frogs.. the grandeur of the whole scene!

the closing of the door.. and then the storm.. the rise and fall of the waves crashing against the ark! feel it? the rhythm of the raindrops? thunder?


then the rain slows to a drizzle.. the flood subsides.. hope arises in noah's heart.. the triump he feels as his spirit is uplifted.. the promise of God displayed in a rainbow.. do you see it? oh no i sound so loser-ish.. ok next point

#2: i care alot about my weight BUT i do nothing about it.. like i don't run or swim or do any exercise for that matter.. i dont diet either.. does that make me a lazy bimbo?!

THE #1 REASON WHY I'M A SHALLOW BIMBO?
i have actually succeeded in playing elevator music in my mind while i stone.. O.M.G i really snapped out of a stoned position after 5 whole minutes or so thinking of nothing! i rmb like some faint music playing at the back of my mind.. yesh!!! here's to happiness and simplicity from now on whoohoo!!~

ok this is the end of a totally pointless post.. BYE!!
or like the bimbos say it.. ciaos darhlings~

I've figured it out. The secret of success that is.



People ask me how do I love God more? How do i grow closer to Him? mundane questions, and the list goes on.



Here's a thought : how about making Him all you think of? consume your thoughts like I said.



It's so easy to let things roll off your tongue that way. Stringing words together than sound spiritual and make sense, BAM, you get a good message.



But I have witnessed it. The manifestation of something that sounds so easy to start on and yet is so absurdly impossible to accomplish.



How can one walk away from a debatably "heated discussion" on the hypocrisy of worship and not be burdened by the political situation, but be pondering upon if she has committed it herself.



Distractions. Holy distractions.
I wish to rid myself of them.
As much as I enjoy sitting in a circle discussing controversy,
I can attest to how simple life can be if one would filter everything else out and concentrate on the only thing that matters. The thing we claim we come for. The One we claim we come for.



I wonder to myself, perhaps I slightly enjoy the mishaps and disasters. It allows me to feel better about myself as I sit back and point a finger, with occasional wagging.



Perhaps i enjoy the *gasp* judging I bestow.



At the end of the day, why does it matter?



Discussions end. Actions are then not meted out.
The stirring of emotions which mayhap caused the stroking of one's ego?



Question: If I am a God-loving, God-fearing individual, will God place upon me responsibilities few are deemed worthy of?



I would think that is a yes.



Could it be could it be, that if I reach a level of intimacy like that of Jesus (we are called to be little Christs anyway) God would reveal to me a plan. Possibly a revolutionary plan. A plan that could turn everything around resulting in an Acts church.



Impossible? Why nothing is, isn't it?



That be said, would I be helping the situation if I simply work on my own walk with God? To care less about the politics, the hunt for flaws that are yet to be unearthed.. To conduct less speeches that reek of grievences.



What if all it took was for me to draw closer to God myself?



I really just want to be rid of all cynicsm.
Flow? maybe..



food for thought. this is one heavy meal, I must say..



( and i wonder why nobody reads my blog haha.. PLEASE IGNORE IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!! do not attempt to understand really.. it's probably not worth it..)

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“Inside every cynical person, there is a disappointed idealist.”
— George Carlin

perhaps.
who would be to blame then, for the cynic's misanthropy?
 
i want to do something about it, but i'm too busy judging.
at least i'm honest.
if i could choose, i would be the most trusting person who is incapable of any thought.
i would shout amen when you want me to.
nod in agreement, smile in anticipation.
the whole nine yards.
 
maybe if they showed me some capability as reassurance.
or if the approval is evident.
right now, pardon me for the raised eyebrows.
i am just an idealist who's been disappointed too many times.

" to teach someone to swim, sometimes you gotta throw him into the sea"

and what if he drowns?

bullcrap.

a bunch of words strung together don't make you a philosopher.

admitedly, no one's truly ready. how do you define ready anyway? but yet some people would be more equiped than others will ever be.

which end of the spectrum i'm on is not up to me.

my sanity is fragile.
and i think it just broke.

the stench of death fills the air

hold on to the corpse

look on as I breathe life into it.

or can I?