Saturday, March 20
[Placebo, for one more time !]
18 March 2010.
Fort Canning.
Placebo, Live in Singapore.
& even though I'm bitter about not getting up close to Brian & the boys, I should be contented. Thank my lucky stars that I even got to see them again - LIVE.
IN SINGAPORE.
When they played Follow the Cops Back Home, there was something in me that wanted to cry. Not of sadness. But of content, realization & free-will acceptance.
I once again understood why I created the link to this blog. Why I'd name it as such & why I had the initial skin on before this one. (I've only changed skin on this blog thrice)
& then I understood again why I'd been so stoked for both their shows that I've gone for. Both saw me struggling with finances & pulling stints just to get enough cash to buy tickets. & I fought hard, I did anything I could to just to to their show. For what it's worth.
As I'm typing this, I'm beginning to realize how this blog has revolved around Placebo & Brian Molko for most parts - be it out loud in block letters or slipped into some paragraphs.
I'm also realizing how my life has revolved a lot around the likes of Placebo's sounds/influences since the day I heard their Teenage Angst song, & then later re-introduced to the band by Sha, through yet another mind-blowing video/song The Bitter End.
I have a lot to thank Placebo for.
It's their sounds that intrigued me first, married forever to Brian's brutally honest ingenious lyrics, baptized in visuals that evoke revolutionary complexity.
Placebo has imparted on me, that nothing in this world is normal, that nothing in this world is a taboo. They have given me that understanding of acceptance for how people & things are the way they are. Placebo has taught me to understand how feelings aren't boxed & printed, but instead exist for self-exploration, to delve deeper into knowing who I am, how far I've come, set my personal limits way up high, that nothing can touch me unless it truly means a great deal to me. They have also taught me how I've to live for myself & how darkness isn't a curse but in actual fact another platform for discovery. & even if the world ends tomorrow, there'll always be another day to call tomorrow cos truth of the matter is, life goes on & not even God can change that because he made it like that. Life is fluid, akin to sexuality, how Brian has portrayed himself & has truly been.
Above all, Placebo has become my emergency call for help & almost everything else in life.
Their songs & lyrics are invented as such, that you could go through it over & over again, & yet you'll get discover a brand new interpretation every single time. This. Has made me become the person that I know today.
Let's face it, every time you see a person, esp one that you thought you knew, you'll always learn a brand new perspective or interpretation of her - every single time.
& last but not least, Placebo has drilled into me that relationships either last or lust, that you can never have both in a single relationship. & it's not your job to create them, they just happen & they settle into you either way they want to.
With Placebo/Brian Molko, I've come to terms with who I am, become minimally ashamed, stay humble with recognition, love myself more than anyone else can despite the destruction that I am & to make things last for what it's worth to/for me, sticking to my beliefs, my values & desires.
This blog has seen me through a personal journey with guided souls & sounds that lead to personal growth in me.
For stuckon-rewind, this isn't me abandoning you, but a platform to always remind me of who I was & how it's made me.
Wednesday, October 21
[Guess who's back ?] ....well 3 days later than everyone else.
YES. MY APPEAL GOT THROUGH & GOT APPROVED.
FUCKING HELL, THERE IS STILL A GOD ! *cue hell gates open*
Nao, let's see if I can graduate in time without having to come back for Sem 4.1 /:
ANYWAY. THIS MEANS THAT. MY LOVE WITH FARAH IS REKINDLED ! & srsly, that Tequila date will be with effective of 1st of the following month. Pokai ah beb. 3 nights in a row krubbing I died. *insert 87834 packs of cigarettes + cab fares*
My Mom & Steven are gonna be breathing the hell down my neck naoz. But I don't care. Cos they do & cos HELL I'M BACK IN SCHOOL.
Here's a Fuck You to Jennifer Han & her stupid face & posse & all you back-stabbing assfuckers at Q square Building. I reap all the fucking commisions for the next two months, you fucks :D\
I came to school taking 67 today, meaning I took the winding lane through the reservoir & enter from the back gate. Goddamn I thought I was never gonna see that place again.
ANYWAY.
The end of October/November/December looks pretty promising. ♥ ♥ ♥
I'm going nowhere but up from here (feeling ANTM).