Sunday, March 28, 2004
What a lonesome Sunday afternoon. It's dark and quiet. It's raining. Listening to the MP3s from The Observatory. Very dreamy. Such melancholic feelings it stirs. Leslie's voice seems so silent and weak, yet loud and strong at the same time.
What is becoming of the Singapore local scene? No one get's anywhere. I believe all human beings want some sense of recognition, for the effort in whatever area they put it in. Recognised effort.
Who will give them the recognition they ask for? The small crowd they perform in front of? Well, if it was me, I would be glad if that were to happen. I don't know about them. First we must ask ourselves the purpose and what we want out of all the effort put it. If we know what we want, I believe we will be easily contented and not ask for more.
I want dinner.
What is becoming of the Singapore local scene? No one get's anywhere. I believe all human beings want some sense of recognition, for the effort in whatever area they put it in. Recognised effort.
Who will give them the recognition they ask for? The small crowd they perform in front of? Well, if it was me, I would be glad if that were to happen. I don't know about them. First we must ask ourselves the purpose and what we want out of all the effort put it. If we know what we want, I believe we will be easily contented and not ask for more.
I want dinner.
