It's been weeks since I've updated my blog. So, in case, you're wondering, I'm doing fine...no worries ;) I'm going to 'make up' for it by dumping all my mixed thoughts here. So, it's gonna be an ultra long entry.
And the reason for my lack of updates? Well, loads of things happened but none too significant to write it here. Laziness's also at play here. But of late, the more important things to note are:
- My band, LGF, will be performing in Singapore Street Festival event this Sunday (6th June), 7.00pm at the stage outside Heeren, and 11th June (Friday), 7.00pm outside Cineleisure. We'll be selling our first debut single. It'd be $4 each and very limited copies there...so, if you like us, you can show us your support! :P *hint hint*
More information of our gig can be found on the LGF website
- As mentioned above, the release of LGF's debut single. This has been one of LGF's most significant moment (as well as a milestone in my personal achievement). Recording has not only let us set our thoughts and expressions in cast, but also let us (and everyone out there) listen clearly to exactly what's in our mind in fully glory. I could go on and on and start an entry on this topic alone, but since I share the majority of the thoughts my bandmates expressed in their blog and entries, I don't need to mention more for now.
Random Thoughts
I've received the following forwarded email in my mailbox and perhaps some of you might have seen it too. I've seen lots of useless junk and uninspiring stories and what-nots, but none connect to me as much as this:
Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious?between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!?And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date?or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me?or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!?or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.?Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.
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Ok, I'm not saying I'm a nice guy, but geez...I could so identify with what was written above...especially the GTA3 part (*lol* Yeah, that really happened. Sometimes, I'd even switch off my PS2 to handle phonecalls or give up watching my dvd halfway). Though the part about getting laid is a little too far-fetched for me cos I don't do things with that intention in mind.
The article brought me back to all the past experiences I had, and still having now. Sometimes, it's so easy to want to give up being nice and just be a bad guy cos they always seem to win, get the girl...etc. At times, we'd tell ourselves we'd better not give a damn but we always found ourselves offering help and lots of TLC in the end...and the results? Unappreciated. I salute the author's (a lady!) positive take on it but personally, I'm not sure how long this positive drive of mine will go on.
Friendster
Though it can get interesting and all, now I do worry for my lady friends who are using Friendster cos recently, a friend revealed to me the type of messages some of them have been receiving. From offers of paid sex, to lewd messages from perverts, to people who'd disguise themselves as someone else in the hopes of meeting up with them. Okay, I sound like a nagging old man here but bad stuff do happen to people who'd let their guards down...and it's sad to see some ladies receiving such messages on a daily basis. However, it's also part of their responsibilities cos if they wanna put up sexy pics of themselves in Friendster, and write in their profiles that they're single, looking for nice guys or fun people, then they'd better be prepared to have all kinds of people swarming to message them. I'm sure alot of ladies out there are mature enough to know how to handle such stuff, but I've come across those who'd willingly reveal their numbers to relatively unfamiliar people or even meet up with them. And to these ladies, I'd like to caution them to be more careful as people can put on an act and unless you've done your homework in checking their background, it's always better to forgo cheap thrills like these.
There you go. Another 'nice guy' symptom from me....wahhaa...Okay. I'd better stop here before I start pissing anyone off.
Oh wait. This IS my blog. By right I shouldn't give a damn. But then again, I'm a nice guy *LOL*
