Friday, June 17, 2011
Cancelling the K = me singing non stop at home.
It's sorta like a compensation since I've been taking care of my voice the entire week and was completely anticipating all the fun and pop and country.
Oh wells, 15 songs on the current playlist.
A mix of not-exactly-classic classics and fresh pop.
Christina Perry, Shontelle, Jessie J, Gaga, Kathy Beth Terry, Adele and Taylor Swift are the tops of that chart.
Taylor Swift needs to come to Singapore for another concert.
Missing the 1st one is like the bigggggest regret in my life.
I'd go for Adele's one too.
And prolly Gaga's.
But Gaga will probably be too expensive.
You are literally paying for the avant-garde flamboyance and buttpalms.
Seriously, the buttpalm was damn sexy and stylish.
She may not be as great as some other singers, but she is a performer.
She makes sure she does her best on stage, and gives in everything to deliver that oomph.
We can obviously see that passion burn and devour the entire stage.
You don't need to be the best.
Just devote, believe and enjoy.
That's what she's been doing and should continue doing.
People think I am obsessed with her, and has become enslaved as another crazy little monster.
But just look at every live performance.
That aura of professionalism just overwhelms the audience.
Every single time; even behind computer screens.
Of course you need to be of a certain standard to be able to sing and not turn horny people off.
Trust me, there are people whom once opens their mouth, unleash all evil.
Their mouth is like a pandora box.
YOU MAKE SURE THEY NEVER GET THE KEY, OR ELSE.
OR ELSE I'D MAKE SURE I KILL YOU ALONG WITH THAT THING. THAT THING.
Right, I guess karma comes back around, cause now I'm the one that's hurting yeah.