There will always be people tainting negativity in your head.
There will always be people telling you that you are not cut out for something, or probably just anything.
...and the people who are most likely to run you over with that bitter-bus are sometimes the people who are closest to you; who think they know you in and out, who think they've got you figured out.
When your PASSION is larger than your fear, when your DETERMINATION trumps their doubts, you will have a taste of that bittersweet victory.
Don't let weakness reside in your heart.
Don't let others tear you apart.
No one shall tell you what you cannot be.
Because when you believe, trust me, YOU CAN make history.
I can't remember when this addiction / infection started. Like cancer, I'm probably currently at stage 3 going on 4. When friends start warning other people, "Kalau karaoke ajak Maylin, kena ambik bilik asing!" or "Sembunyi remote from Maylin!", then you know you have a major addiction problem.
If they had 'Karaokeholic Anonymous', my friends would sign me up without even asking for my consent.
In case you're wondering - No, I can't sing to save my life, just like how I can't cross the damn street and swim, but that's a different story. Just so you know, I'm not the only karaoke junkie who's confessing to this addiction. There are many more out there among us. Keep your radar on.
Like coffee, ice-cream, and the notorious alcohol, karaoke takes the sting out of a troubled soul. Well, in my case it does. And if you karaoke like there's no tomorrow with the right company, all hell breaks loose - in an 'ecstasizing' manner.
You don't need to be the next Malaysian Idol to be able to karaoke. All you need is a drop of confidence to belt out that favorite song of yours in a poorly lit room. Your friends really won't give a rat's ass if you can't reach that note, because they equally suck too.
But I will not deny the fact that some of the people you go karaokeing with really can sing or rap. They are the legen-*wait-for-it*-dary mic hoggers. But in my vast experience of karaokeing, you will also encounter that annoying and somewhat delusional human who can barely sing, but thinks he/she can, and still have the nerve to hog the mic, and at other times the remote control.
Here's a tip: Don't. Mess. With. Them.
Dos and Don'ts:
1) Don't sing along unless you are asked to do so.
2) Avoid accidently clicking the Cancel/Stop/Next button when he/she is performing. (Click at your own risk.)
3) If you are unsure if the song that just appeared on screen is yours, do not by any chance assume it is. Always, ask first.
4) If your ears are on the verge of torrential bleeding due to their distasteful singing, I recommend you visit the buffet spread and spend 5 minutes there.
I've been on a strict karaoke diet. It's been a month now, and I'm itching to sing my heart out! Any takers?
It's about 11.00am and I'm in the office, minding my own business at my semi-cluttered desk. My phone started to vibrate continuously. It had to be the Batt-Kongers*. True enough it was.
Both Yohann and Joe were on the hunt for bean bags. An excerpt of the conversation below:
Yohann: What beans do they use normally? (for bean bags) Joe: Definitely not baked beans. Yohann: Thanks Joe...
I swear to God that 'Battlefield 3' PS3 game is starting to feed on Joe's brain. He's demented.
*Batt-Kong: The name of a chat group on WhatsApp, which stands for 'Battery Kong'. Go figure.
I know, it's been awhile. I've been busy, pretending to be busy, trying to keep myself busy, and play the role of a busybody. Life is pretty much the same. OK. Not really. Do you really want to hear my rantings? I really don't care anyway.
