We are Sick and Tired of girls singers who play the guitar

And I'm sure Jewel started it all. (And I greatly love Jewel)

It was original at first. 

And then it became overrated!

I mean, whats with all the Marie Digbys and Olivia Ongs and Michelle Branches(alright, alright, she's OK) and all the other 1001 girls who put up an act with their guitar., and people all go, awww she's cool, she plays the guitar! *raves* Strum strum strum. 

Maybe its just me stereotyping against girl-with-guitars. 

*pushes the blame* its Olivia Ong and Marie Digby's fault. They strum a few chords of the guitar to other people's songs and make a CD out of it. 

I'm honestly honestly disgusted by that. I mean, if you want to release a voice and guitar album, the least you could do is make the songs original! 

Covers+OK voice+Guitar= mediocre! well to me that is. 

 I didnt use to have anything against covers until i heard this girl called Olivia Ong's album. 

And I'm starting to see Paul's POV and insistance of original songs as your mark of being a true artist. Its really a little sickening when an album is full of songs that you already know...and have heard better versions of.( That said, I am not totally against the existence of covers... i mean its how we all start learning, right? I guess an exception is Scarlett's anywhere I lay my head... she turned Tom Waits gems into... well, I can only call it an artistic frenzy. The Cough syrup-tinkerbell idea worked, what a combination!)

It also makes me want to scorn all the girl-with-guitar artists out there. Like, oh my god, not again, we've heard enough of this genre of people!

Which really isnt fair.  Cause I've just found this girl called Laura Marlin, who also plays with guitar, whom I almost passed up once i saw her with it. But im glad i gave her a chance cause her music is really cool... i mean its different from all the other girls. She may not be the next big thing, but at least her music is original. She even looks cool. She looks like a malnourished  Dakota fanning, actually. But it suits her music. I just cant stand the way they insist on putting that guitar on her in the video. It kinda seems too good to be true.... and a little poser. I think its because her playing isn't very exceptional. so its a little redundant showing off the whole guitar thing... But ah well... I would describe her music as Jolie Holland meets Jewel, and her looks/style as courtney love meets gemma ward. ok. Video time!

So apparently she's only 18 years old, which makes me quite jealous of her. 

Judge for yourselves!

Enjoy~

So i guess you guys must be asking, then. Lizzie, I bet you hate girls with pianos then, dont you? But my answer is... I think I dislike men with pianos more. And Do i detect gender stereotypes here? Maybe, maybe not... I can't decide actually. 

Or Maybe its just because I feel that the music produced by girls-with-guitars all sound, well, almost the same, like they're just imitating one another. 

Similarly, Men-with-pianos. I bet it all started with Elton John. And then theres the whole repeatability thing. From Jamie Cullum to Ben Folds... you gotta admit, their music is similar. 

So, is it because there are as yet, too few Men-with-pianos and Girls-with-guitars for diversity in music that they all sound similar, or is it because the trend for it just picked up and therefore it all sounds similar? 

By the way, I AM referring to solo artists, and not... others. 

Take a look at the more stereotypical Men-with- guitars and girls-with-pianos

From the likes of Brendan Benson or Sondre lerche, to people like malmsteen and/or Paulo Gilberto... even Julio igleasias. All guitar, all totally different styles of music

From the likes of Regina Spektor, to Vanessa Carlton to Amy lee(because evanescence IS Amy Lee, right?) ... you get the picture. 

Thats something to think about for you. 

"Love will be the death of me, love is so fickle: Its starts with a flood and ends with a trickle" 

Innocent tendencies, naughty girls

I feel like a schoolchild lately

1. Geo Challenge on facebook says im a schoolkid cause my knowledge of geo is as good as one. 

2. Adventures of Liz:

(a) Yesterday when Sharon and Chan had their pair assesment with Geel Dalvin and I couldnt resist and snuck a peek through the peep hole. Incidentally Geel saw us, came to the door stared at us scarily and we ran away. 

(b) HWBC= hard wet bang cum= how we bang corporation. explaining to my teacher the reason for our name, 'it s the whole big bang theory idea, you know?' *teacher nods her head in agreement* if only she knew!!! 

lol i did nt do any work when i got home today and now Im sleepy. omg. 

'lunar sea holiday'

You're not a teenager so dont act like one

Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.

More and More

More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
like a cool plant's tricks with oxygen
and live by a harmless green burning.

I would not consume
you or ever
finish, you would still be there
surrounding me, complete
as the air.

Unfortunately I don't have leaves.
Instead I have eyes
and teeth and other non-green
things which rule out osmosis.

So be careful, I mean it,
I give you fair warning:

This kind of hunger draws
everything into its own
space; nor can we
talk it all over, have a calm
rational discussion.

There is no reason for this, only
a starved dog's logic about bones.

Margaret Atwood

Your democratic ideals are useless outside your country

Here's a gorgeous song, I've listened to many many versions, but i liked this one by far the best.


Today I am excited
1. Camera Obscura's in town! *squeals*
2. Swirls new collection comin out next month!!! *double squeals*
also I like cyndi lauper, i think she's cool.
tsk tsk. here's a meme, why do they call it that anyway?
1. What would you do if you hadn't met the Purple People Eater?

    I'd be a lost soul wandering around aimlessly with no illusions in life. Desolate and empty. Oh, purple people eater, how you have filled my life with such inspiration and hope. I am but an insipid slug without your divine existence! 
2. . Would you love to read Dreamworks's very personal diary?

      Hell yeah, then I would take over the world, muah hahahaha
3.  What is one thing Roseanne isn't exactly made for?

     Uh, Modelling? 
4. Ever slept in the same room with Shakespeare?

     Yup, we were lovers, once. That was before he left me for that older woman. Why else would I be such a literary genius? 
5. Who would win in a duel, the postman or yourself? And what kind of duel would they pick, anyway?

     The postman, I guess. He's more fit, for one thing. Erm, motorbike challenge!!! Mr. Postman would win hands down, though.  
6. Can Dr. House be bad influence?
     You'd have to ask Paul about this one. 

7. Who's Dumbledore dating?

     Me. 
8. If you could do anything with Jesus, what would it be?

    Lol! That's between Him and me, so shoo fly, all you common folk. 
9. Will a boy eat those green eggs and ham?

     ... Don't boys eat anything? 

10. What do you think of Particle Man?

       Sharon Says : I think he should mate with atom girl. 

Get the original meme here
thanks Sali! ;)

"You said, go slow. I fall behind."

The Living and the Dead

OMG. and I was supposed to be studying html.
In the end. I stupidly went online to find out about the presidency debate. which is tmrw, by the way 900am sg time.
But of course I got distracted by youtube and amazon.com
tsk tsk. html help, anyone?
tonight I have been listening Scarlett Johansson, Tom Waits, Jolie Holland and Charlotte Gainsbourg (who is gorgeous)
Hollands new album is well... popish. I dont know if its in a bad way or not. To most fans, its a welcome change from her dark, obscure-countryside-inn bluesy feel.
But then it was what I kinda appreciated her for. Not that this album hasn't got its plus points.
whoever produced/mixed this album did well by using her beautiful rustic voice to its maximum effect. so what was once her primitive box violin like voice now sounds like a neo middle ages plus kinda thingy. I mean her voice sounds richer and more pop now but I guess it suits the album. Saw the viddyO for Mexico City and she's gone gorgeous. I mean gorgeous in Lizzie's perspective. But I'm kinda still sitting on the fence on this album, until I've heard the whole thing. I only hope there's more of the old Jolie in it.
I want Cds and I want them badly :(
somehow getting them off the net isnt as thrilling as it was for me anymore.

"Play indie-rock, if that's what you want, Quote Mike Leigh films, it'll turn them all on"

We read BBC and NatGeo for entertainment

Serena, have you ever seen Giselle Bundchen?
seriously, what was she thinking?

Well I'd give her credit for her confidence.
Miss Trudy and ChrisG have officially turned us into newsheads with a passion for current affairs. Chan thinks we have issues.

I might just agree with her.

Oh Sali dear, the quote isnt from Dracula but Camera Obscura's song, If looks could kill. Let me find the link and add it here.



Whoohooz, I ace at html. LOL
"well I can tell you this, for nothing, you won't win. "

THE FASHIONISTAS GOT IT WRONG

I secretly(and take delight) gloat that fashionistas have no clue about fashion. LOL or rather, ancient fashion. 

So here's the deal: Sali and I have been really into the whole ancient civilization fashion thing lately(around hari raya) actually she got me into it, and I thank her for that!!(or I would've been an ignorant pimp myself) and have realized that so and so's 'grecian inspired' gown did not, in fact, have its originations in greece at all, and so and so's 'gypsy style' was so not gypsy at all? LOLLERS. 

SOMETIMES i wonder if I should turn this into a fashion blog to educate, and show off knowledge(pfft!). But then again I wouldnt call my wardrobe very fashionable, I mean half the time im slacking in a nondescript skirt and an oversized tee, so, nothing worth showing. Yeah, maybe wait till I get my white sperry's, alligator kittens, jack purcells and tailored utilities(did I mention that I want a gorgeous kimono top with the wrap thing and kimono sleeves?!)which will probably only happen when I get/earn/save/stumble upon the money which will probably be in like a few years

oh, random, we should check out felt. 

what happened to all the ethnic clothing shit that I was into?

the hari raya bazaar closed down before i got my pay

I couldnt find a sari I liked so will ask sonya to get me one when she goes to india in dec. 

I promised sali we'd go shoppathon after her a levels which would only happen in dec. 

great, I have 2 months to get/earn/save/stumble upon the money then I can be this totally ethno-ccentric(and I mean it in the pun way)  chica gal.

so my school starts tmrw, uugggg~ 

wardrobe options: SP shirt+ nondescript skirt. 

I have sworn off pants ever since working in a pair during the two months of slogging at work. 

"if its true looks could kill, then you would be the first to make me mad"

Nothing is crueller than children who come from good homes.

and No, this will not be another book review blog post.

in fact, I havent been reading since dracula. I mean, I've tried grotesque, by  natsuo kirino she's even more depressing and unlikeable than  maragret atwood (and I like margaret atwood) maybe if i'd read it in japanese it would ve been better but ANYWAY

go here==> My plug in baby crucifies my enemies to check out what the busy bee has spending my time on.

also I like duffy.

today sali and i went to the hari raya pasar malam and squealed over clothes clothes and more 

clothes, over priced henna tattoos which we didnt get in the end, and FOOD, and ICEY COLD DRINKS 

I really liked this white cottonny kebaya with a gorgeous shade of dark green skirt which i am

currently in love with AND ALSO costs 80 sing and by the time i get the money for it the shop

will have gone back to indonesia. cries

Sali 's in love with the loveliest white bag with very sweet lining which cost 38sing, shopkeeper

offered to sell at 32, so I am urging her to settle for nothing more than 30. which means that

sali u gotta ask for 25 first (or so my mom says!!!!)

I'm helping paul with some church thing for international youth day rally and we're like

doing all these songs and working with cool people. im supposed to be the backup

singer. My first session with them I was really

nervous but I warmed up a little towards the end. theres this song i forget the title which

suits nobodys vocal range but mine so I hope i get to solo for it. *hint hint* LOL self assignment

im kidding okay. apparently this woman called josie will come in and (hopefully) teach me

cool stuffs about hormonising OMG i meant harmonising lol so im looking forward to meeting her!

okok now I have to oblige sonya with my TOP SECRET RECIPE lol ok shall go find

the recipe and email her now so bye~

I joke about trash 'cause it takes class to be enlightened.

Dracula

By Bram Stoker 

was a very.... interesting read. I finally got to it after its collecting dust upon my shelf for some years. I have a curious disease. Its called buymanymanybooksatonegoandnotreadthemtillafewyearslater.  whew. 

it was less creepy in the japanese-horror-movie way than I expected, but it did manage go instill in me a sense of gothic dread... but then again, it was all the rage in london at stokers time, so I imagine they all had a ball of a time with yet another horror novel. 

the thing which set me off a little was how in-your-face the book was. Like, if the situation appears to be thus so, then it is, in fiction, so. Which made the plot just a little predictable and boring, and the characters a little too one dimensional. 

This isn't to say it wasn't a good book, evidently stokers talent in writing lay elsewhere. His story telling and descriptive skill and character portrayal is quite good. 

But the character I liked best was Renfield, the zoophagus. He must have been the most elusive, yet three dimensional character in the book. Three dimensional because he had the most variety of different moods and feelings, times of strength and weakness, swinging in a self struggle between good and evil, and elusive because, as he was a madman, I may never know when he was really being mad or when he was being sane. But nevertheless I found his conversation entertaining (good-bye my dear, I pray god I may never see your sweet face again. may he bless and keep you!) and his ways so absurd( His method of tidying(his room) was peculiar; he simply swallowed all the flies and spiders (his pets) in the boxes before I could stop him. It was quite evident that he feared, or was jealous of, some interference. when he had gone through this disgusting task, he said cheerfully, let the lady come in!)that I always found myself laughing aloud(receiving curious/annoyed stares from my parents!) 

Alas, he died in the end, killed by the Count. My only solace was that he died a good man. I liked him very well. 

"Don't be scared, I'm a friendly man; I joke about sex because its funny when you're frightened"

Scales and Arpeggios

Do me so do, so do me do
Every truly cultured music student knows
You must learn your scales and your ar-pe-ggi-Os
Hear the music ringing from your chest and not your nose!
When you learn your scales and your arpe-ggi-Os

LOL not helping.
I wonder why I'm having so much trouble with scales and arpeggios =((
And exam in 2 days time, cry, Lizzie please buckup!

More, Margaret!

Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing

The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. Quit dancing. Get some self-respect and a day job. Right. And minimum wage, and varicose veins, just standing in one place for eight hours behind a glass counter bundled up to the neck, instead of  naked as a meat sandwich. Selling gloves, or something. Instead of what I do sell. You have to have talent  to peddle a thing so nebulous and without material form. Exploited, they'd say. Yes, any way you cut it, but I've a choice of how, and I'll take the money. I do give value. Like preachers, I sell vision, like perfume ads, desire or its facsimile. Like jokes or war, it's all in the timing. I sell men back their worse suspicions: that everything's for sale, and piecemeal. They gaze at me and see a chain-saw murder just before it happens, when thigh, ass, inkblot, crevice, tit, and nipple are still connected. Such hatred leaps in them, my beery worshippers! That, or a bleary hopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads  and upturned eyes, imploring but ready to snap at my ankles, I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge  to step on ants. I keep the beat, and dance for them because they can't. The music smells like foxes, crisp as heated metal searing the nostrils or humid as August, hazy and languorous as a looted city the day after, when all the rape's been done already, and the killing, and the survivors wander around looking for garbage to eat, and there's only a bleak exhaustion. Speaking of which, it's the smiling tires me out the most.  This, and the pretence that I can't hear them. And I can't, because I'm after all a foreigner to them. The speech here is all warty gutturals, obvious as a slab of ham, but I come from the province of the gods where meanings are lilting and oblique. I don't let on to everyone, but lean close, and I'll whisper: My mother was raped by a holy swan. You believe that? You can take me out to dinner.  That's what we tell all the husbands. There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around. Not that anyone here but you would understand. The rest of them would like to watch me and feel nothing. Reduce me to components as in a clock factory or abattoir. Crush out the mystery. Wall me up alive in my own body.  They'd like to see through me,  but nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency. Look--my feet don't hit the marble! Like breath or a balloon, I'm rising, I hover six inches in the air in my blazing swan-egg of light. You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn.  Margaret Atwood  Come back, Margaret, he wants to adore you/ Come back, Margaret, I'd like to explore you

Should I choose a noble occupation?

Well. Exams are over. 

lol its so hard to believe

The Shadow Voice

My shadow said to me:  what is the matter Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need the blanket of another body

- Margaret Atwood

I 've always admired her. She has this depressing thing about her going on though, which I can only handle in small doses. 

 Paul says I've been feeling depressed because I walloped 'The Painted Veil' in one night. But it was a good book. The difference between the book and movie is that while the movie's focus was about the couples relationship, the book was about the heroine, Kitty. Like in the movie, when walter died, the story ended. But in the book Walter dying was just an event which contributed to Kitty' growth as a human being, and even towards the end when she goes to the bahamas with her father, it almost seems like its just the start of a new life for her... *sighs with admiration!* I told this to myself once she told CharlesT, 'You Fool.', "Bravo, Kitty", and I found myself saying that at the end of the story too.  

LOL look at me, I've babbled on and on. oKAY Im just reading through my archives and *surprise surprise* look what I found!! Im dedicating this to Sonya cause she was the one who intro-ed me to this poet. And I'm going to type the poem out myself Just cause its so satisfying to do so! Okie here goes

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away

Gone far away into the silent land

When you can no more hold me by the hand

Nor I, half turn to go, yet turning, stay

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell of our future that you planned

Only remember me: You understand

It will be late to counsel then, or pray

Yet if you should go, forget me for awhile

And afterwards remember, do not grieve

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts I once had

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember, and be sad. 

-Christina Rosetti

Darling, you will always be around/ Whenever it's up or if its down/ In dreams I've tried to take you far away, but you never stay-Tracyanne Campbell

Opus 40

... It is quite satisfying to finish two Jane Austen novels within a month; a pity she only wrote six, however. 

Sali and I have been reading Hidhir's blog and I have since given up hopes of ever becoming a witty writer. I shall entrust that aspect of writing to you, Hidhir, so do not fail me. LOL. 

I have just finished reading 'Emma' after 4 years, including 2 failed attempts to carry on.( Which is strange because I read P&P 8 times and I only wish the details of it from having read it so many times could be somehow lent to sali for her As. We are not like computers in this aspect) I liked it.  I 'd give it 4 stars. half a star deducted because of it being chick-lit of the regency period and another half deducted  for it having such a happy, but-of-course ending. I liked Austen's portrayal of Mr. Woodhouse! Like Sultan from Aladdin. so lovable! 

Right now I am being distracted by 'The Painted Veil" By William S. Maugham which is very bad. The fact that I've wanted to read for 2 years only makes the situation worse. And sharon thinks she's a bookslut. 

"In spite of all her faults, she knew she was dear to him; and might she not say- very dear?"

We Danced Together

May I flatter myself as to think this looks quite professional? LOL

Your smile was a drug, your style was money

Not exactly the way I hoped it'd turn out to be... but you get the idea.

Escapism

We find ways to put aside the present work looming unattractively in front of us

we find ways to escape it

i find it in blogging. 

but reality calls me away...

Will I ever...?

I shall follow suit with Sonya and post this in response to her last post, because I liked it so much. 

Will liz ever do anything constructive this year to save her life?! (And GPA) =((

Today was nice, though, at the expense of my study plan!!

We didn't have CD, so class ended at 1330. So we decided to head down to bugis to check out the Nike shop, for our FOM projekt. It was nice, cause we never went 'shopping' together before

although it wasnt actually shopping, more like bugging the sales assistants. But the guy was nice. 

After that I decided to meet paully waully, cause he was in the area

so we trotted down to Bugis street, and we looked at alot of 'auntie' style accessories. which was, blah. and I met Paul and his dad at lasalle, for he had to pay for school fees, troublesome things, after which we went to Sri Kamala vilas to eat. Sigh

I feel damn bad okay, this is like the gazillionth time Mr. Bashyam (senior) has bought food for us all (namely Paul and I, and Mirza too, sometimes) and I never even paid for my own food. :( 

But anyway, this kamala vilas (notice the different spelling) wasn't vegetarian so YAY

I ordered a Bathura(if thats how u spell it) and was sooo dissapointed cause it looked flattish, rather than spherical, but once i tasted it... ah!!!

It was really really good! and they gave me two sauces instead of just the chickpeas one... the other one was like some spicy thing with *squeals with delight* little tofu!! so nice!! Yumyum

Paul's dad was nice to me, he asked if i wanted mutton curry too so there would be some meat (although looking back, i could've just shared with paul, since he couldn't finish his either) and it was really really good mutton curry okay. the mutton was soft and tender so it was easy on the teeth (and tongue!) 

But the portions were so huge we could neither of us finish it. Oh but it was really good, and oh my I've been going on and on about food!! lol. so Singaporean. 

After that we went over to kallang. 

I got to spend some time with paully waully, not alone, but thats fine, I didnt mind. 

I liked it. I was happy.

I wanted to meet sali, actually, but i dont know where she ran off too. :( :( I miss you girl!!

I miss sonya too. what has the kuti been up with?!

And that pretty much summed up my day, which very conveniently ruined my plans to complete the FOM essay. Lizzie!!! * knock knock* get a life!! okok, im going on to it! except that its nearly 11 in the night and have thus lost all inspiration to do my work! cries!! why!! am I like that! 

motivation tips, anyone? 

or am I just trying to escape from something? 

right. 

Night Rambles

I.
A scratch is all it takes
to leave an etch on forever
A line - so shallow
yet firm- and unyielding
On unwritten, virgin skin
already tainted
by sins of the flesh
It's in abandon where
silence sheaths her claws
And tears so sharp
Where sadness plays accomplice
Thy Victim- the Heart.
Yet it's on the outside where it shows
though not nearly enough
Eyes never want to befall
On unholy ground

II.
Nocturne steals upon thy shadow
Unwittingly you recline
Unwillingly I resigned
I couldn't wait for dawn
did you not know?
Who, but the moon watched
As I gave in to the vice
Of woman?
What, but plastic coldness
felt my hands
Unfalteringly writing on my skin
Not with words owned,
But the marks left- from yours
and these actions that thus
Caused me to bleed?
But that the hurt
While you, laid unstirred in night's lulling hands
Did not know.

Taste of her cherry chapstick

It occurs to me that I really should be starting on SAM. 

Yes, I will! Go Lizz. 

Also I have a surprise for Sali. and Paul.  Except I can't find it. And I hope I can by mid Jul. I hope you'll like it though!

excel is interesting, excel rocks, excel will be my key to financial solutions. 

Delicious Demon

Two men need/one money but/ One money/ Needs no man
The sugarcubes songs have been a hit with me lately. albeit that irritating guy who randomly raps weirdly.
Oh, there's this cool song called I kissed a girl. Sharon intro-ed it to me. its kinda cool
We've been, as sharon puts in on her blog, acting like secondary school boys alot lately
well, I agrued that we're more mature and hard core than them, but whatever it is, its probably not gonna stop!
Future plans to set up another SPH - any guesses what it stands for?
Not Singapore- our mentality was, if you can't join them, beat them!
We're gonna start magazines all with suggestive names hahaha
Sha- Come
Chan- bang
dal- hard
me: wet
lol. it could start by neing online magazines. I can't wait to learn web designing. hehe today we were obsessed with the sick concept of penile inversion and subjects along that matter
Guys, are u freaked out yet? lol. Also we're becoming unabashedly open over what we talk about. I think we scare the class away.
The fact that we're called 'Lazy Anorexics' under one project doesn't help.

By the way, I think George Michael WAS quite hot in his heydey
LOL today i went out with Paul after school. and dont get the wrong idea, okay, we hung out at orchard so yeah
I got those watermelon sweets i adored so and starbucks which i'd been craving for but was too broke to ever afford it till today(id been saving up!)
It was really nice cause its been really long since we really got to hang out.
Also I have an itb test next week on excel and for your information I am 7 weeks behind in it. its okay, sam will help me, right?
Sam is my last hope. Please help me.
Okay. the reason why I am gradually sounding more and more retarded as I go on is because my brain in slowing from dual core to pentium 2 and then 1 and sooner or later its gonna shut down from incompatibility.
Go, Sugarcubes!

Underachievers please try harder

I'm making a habit out of titling my posts after Camera Obscura's songs.
I can't help it that they're scarily applicable to my life!
So I'm bloggin in ITB(what's new?) ad wearing my Mortisha Aadams dress(the first time since in bought it last year) and red lip liner on my eyes.
We had a presentation on cults.
I have an excel shit to passap by tmrw.
Basically my first week of school has been VERY haphazard... is it because I couldnt be bothered to make time to work during the holidays?
God I really don't want this to snowball on to next week. I wish I could write about things that really matter on my blog. like opinions on poverty, or social outcasts... or something. Would you believe I have none? Instead my mind is endlessly thinking about acquiring more and more! clothes! Like this!



They are, once agian from swirl. I love the top, i think the bottom is cool. I dont know where to get the money to get it...maybe I'll ask my mom. Hmm. I wonder if swirl is still having a sale... let me ctrlT and check...
Hmm. swirl has a sale. buy one and get 50% off the second. it quite good, but that would mean, still, spending about $150 and where am I gonna get that kinda money man!!
Oh well. I still havent made my choli and I have lots of pictures to post but i dont know where they are!!! Sali made a lemon cheesecake for her mom!!! sali, did it work out?!
By the way, Sali is a vulgarity in Hindi... are u sure u still wanna be called sali?
how about lima? or alim? lol

Your Picture - Tracyanne Cambell

My friend she told me such a story
But she didn't know what I knew
I laughed with my friend when she got to the end
And I knew we were laughing at you

She told me you'd made some money
You got yourself framed on the wall
And people come by, and they look at your face
And they say it's the fairest of all

Of course you protect, That's what you do best
And you're modest and shy to the end
You're watching them, as they're looking at you
And you know it was money well spent

She told me you'd given up drinking
To be with somebody you knew
You tried to get into the bible
but it never got into you
But you still got some loyal disciples
I supposed that I'm one of the few

And I shouldn't have laughed cause I mean you no harm
But my friend got to me before you
So next time I see you, I'll be pleased to see you
I hope you'll be pleased to see me
I'll visit your picture, I won't have the nerve to tell them they got you all wrong

Nice, right?

Footloose and Fancy Free

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
On this part of the hall sat a bunch of kids in blue, on that part of the hall sat many kids in yellow.
On the left side sat kids as sweet as rose milk, on the right side sat kids who were wronged.
so started my CIP on thursday.
Kids are the devil's minions, I swear.
Kids can also be very loveable (but in no way will they ever be angels)
I would like to volunteer again...someday. :)

Picture montage! LOL some sweet sweet kids (not the horribe ones) that caught my heart (sorry, paul) on thursday

Thats us at TONE's ISOTONIC lol... it was nice. I wish I could sing like that too. (sorry again paul, why did we not take pictures!)
I wanted to post pictures of my Sari but upon closer inspection I find out that they were not nice pics at all! so yyeeeaaaahhhh. Also I haven't made my choli top yet. money!!! oh money!!! which reminds me I'd better call max brenner!
Aca championships are in August
I haven't studied or done any homework ah lizzzzzzzz!!!!!

You Held the Light In Your Hands

You held the light in your hands
and I bask in its glow
I only knew what was cold;
So I beg you, don't go

You are- the shoulders to my head
Your support is my strength
Like he hands to my arms
Your right; my command

How music and ears
can get along so- you made
My stringless breath sing
And I beg you: don't go

You are- the floor to my knees
My eyes to my grieve
The light in your hands
Has kept me burning the past

And when in ashes I suffer
What my clothes cannot cover
Hold your light over me
So that no-one will see

The air to my breath
is all tainted by you
The sparks from your fire
by one, not a few

So what you cannot say
has taught me to feel
You touch what needs to melt
so hold- and see that i will

You hold the light in your hands
and my heart's in its glow
So I know its called love
Now I beg you: Don't go.

Liz wants dress- again

Liz wants this dress and she wants it badly. She is also sad because she suspects that they do not have her size anymore. Alsoshe does not have the money.

Liz is also going to be late for class so she will return to this post after/during lecture.
its 0858 hrs.

Liz returns to complete blogpost oh, uh 2 days after she wrote the above lines.
great. just wonderful
Oh, it is without regret that I just discovered that bapak ayam is actually a slang for PIMP. and we thought Ish was so original. sigh. as well. it doesn't hurt me and i think its funny. *sniff sniff* is that pigs organ i smell in the air. EUWY! yes liz is bloggin in the SP canteen because after deciding to miss OC in favour of finalizing my ITB assignment, she cannot burn it into a cd(as required) because she brough a DVDRW instead. XP does not support DVDRW. and Liz feels stupid to not have the difference before(the stench of pig organ at the next table is really getting on my nerves!. So Liz does not have face to turn up for class because she was supposed to pass this up LAST WEEK and the sweet teacher gave her a weeks grace and now she's screwed it up. sigh. why?

Moving on! As hols start next week, I am excited to think that I'm a few days closer to get that dream sari of mine! here's how I fantasize it would look like:


yes, dark navy blue (hopefully georgette), maybe with gold trimming(but not too much) sigh.... i think this sari is gorgeous!okay. promises updates for sari!

Hi, yesterday I went for a random casting for this role in a short musical film. basically i think i screwed it up cuz i felt uber nervous and weird
For one thing, I had to sing 'think of me'(yes, that horrid, horrid phantom of the opera song) which had me thinking, what on earth are they thinking! although i believe B belong to that 3/4 of the world who sound bad singing the song
I did it anyway, which was, err... I'd prefer not to comment. sigh
After that I had to read a couple of really cheesy lines and if not for the fact that its a musical film, I wouldn't even need to contemplate about this role(if i got it)- I would'nt do it.

OMG ARTS FEST ARTS FEST ARTS FEST YAAAAAYYYY. it's next monday and I dont know what to do because we havent practised but oh well!!! OMG IM SO EXCITED. HAHA. I can't wait for the holidays to start it looks to be a fun filled one. Go lizster!!!
So while waiting for Paul to make his way over I shall continue to sit in the canteen where Chan, Sharon and Dal are telling me about how the nice ITB teacher was cursing and swearing that I didn't come for his class. Sorry sir, I really didn't mean to.
Liz vows that this is the last time she will miss ITB.

ARTS FEST!

To catch a snitch

Its really unbelievable. Like it happened and was over in two seconds. So I was walking down this longkang, and suddenly from behind this guy came and grabbed my wallet(from my hand) and ran off with my wallet.These were my thoughts in chronological order
1. Lol I've been robbed
2. There's no money anyway
3. NETs? No money
4. cash card? about 3 bucks

Poor sod, I wonder how he fell for it. What a loser. It helped that he decided to run off at lightning speed which I assume required much energy. Not worth snatching my wallet away. Ha, ha.

Having said that, it was kinda shocking to have someone come up from behind you. Hell, I didnt even suspect anything until I felt a tugg at my wallet. Hurrr... the sucky this is that now I have all these calls to make and yadda yadda... I can't even keep track. Let's make a list!

1. Bank - check
2. Library
3. Safra
4. Student admin (groan!- its soooo far away)
5. settle my ez link card
6. The Body Shop

What a fucker, actually. I don't even think HE'S happy- there was nothing of value to him-oh, wait maybe except my thumbdrive.(yes, I keep it in my wallet. Its so much safer. oh, alright. The excuse is so that I'll always know where it is) He might sell it for money! Damn. Ah well.

Hi we're in OC class. and someone's playing a really irritating song...honestly it just grates. It could be the sound system. or maybe I just dont like the song. CHAN HAS A PINK SWEATER.(Chan insists its 'light red' yeah right. tough luck!) also she's wearing a red shirt with a cute matching red clip. Or is it matching cute red clip. ah... does it matter? We're just waiting for class to end.
Also, I missed tone yesterday... Sorry, Sali!!! :(((
I din bring a jacket and then I'll be freezing in ITB. Well, serve me right then. We have a test and I totally didn't study
Paul, where are you! sleeping, I'd expect. I want a LARGE BUGG. squish squish squish.
Am i wasting internet space writing all this shit?

They all laughed

Did you hear about TAS's spoilt vaccum cleaner?
It doesn't suck, it blows.

How about our IMW teacher?
We hear he's gay.

So then, whats the best way to get your lecturers/tutors give you good grades?
Beg, Bribe and Sleep

Oh yeah, why wasn't any one singing with Sali at aca yesterday?
'Cause the bass line was solow

Finally, what's the latest coolest ringtone around?
Go, go power rangers!

And that, ladies and gentlemen was just a few of the jokes Lizzie guffawed through throughout the course of this weel. Was it just merely mindless laughter, or were we so stressed that we subconciously found the littlest things to laugh maniacaly about?

surreal

Stand on melting sand
Feel the tide wash in
You'll remember me when I have gone far away

Time stops and descends
Into silent land
You are waiting to tell me of dreams softly thread

So fly above the clouds/I've lain down at your feet
So you may softer fall/ Than roses from the peat

When you half turn to go/ But think of me, and stay
And hold me by the hand/ When you can no more see

Feel the tide forget
Its imprints left ashore
It no longer grieves
The time they left their home

For the thoughts we once had
For the plans- we planned the world
For your heart like molten glass
Shining in my hand

Be one with my land
Fagile yet intense
I will wait for the day when you see me, with you

Deeper though the rain
Pours into the sea
My heart holds you, and keeps you alive in my dreams

I don't do crowds

So I'm blogging for the sake of blogging. cause I've not very much to say. Lately. I mean its been just school, I am like an empty shell. No new revealations of life I am waiting to be filled. I just saw another of Bjork's videos, pagan poetry. She was just wearing strings of jaux diamonds. and yeah she was naked. Brintey copied her in some magazine shoot. Only her... ahem. vital parts were barely covered. Sigh. byork does her own thing. She rest of the world can only watch and cheaply imitate.
One thing I dont like about her. Hey lyrics are almost poetry. But the way she sings it doesn't relfect that aura. I suppose she wants to if she could. But I dunno. She is a wonderful vocalist though. How many times must I repeat that to the world before I can over it?
'Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved

He offers A handshake Crooked Five fingers
They form a pattern Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity but the darkest pit in me and It's
pagan poetry, Pagan poetry'

Beautiful, dont you agree? I love the sound the harp can make. I love how she fusions harp and electronic sounds. I am also in desperate need for motivation and inspiration.'The water is wide, I cannot get over. and neither have I wings to fly. Give me a boat, that will carry two.and both shall row, my love and I'

The Icelandic

... And a penchant for Bjork.
1. She's got the weirdest brain in any human living. I like
2. Her voice? scratchy, pitchy and totally original!
3. She's GORGEOUS (I mean, black hair, green expressive eyes, small mouth...)

Not that I wanna be just like her, I love her style, and it would be nice to imitate her voice quality and then incorporate it into my reportoire... indeed. hm! not like i didn't already kill my voice last night trying to scream like her. Its abit bizarre. Sali calls it oddity. listen to 'Ruby baby' 'tis scary indeed. I used to think Christina Aguilera had good vocals (not scary and highly unattainable like maria carey or celine dion's) But I'm now rethinking that statement in place of bjork.
Punk Cabaret?
Listen to The dresden dolls. A cheap imitation of the pussycat dolls they are not, though thats the initial impression i got when sali first mentiond them. They thread on the verge of mainstream(and I avoid anything mainstream), but her lyrics are good. I like the minimalist piano+drums concept.
Paul, You promised to post the makings of your song!!!

And she's right before me

And she's right before me. One step of darkness into one step of light. But I'm in the darkness. She, in the light. We walk in this line, in black, in white.
Then there is grey, where the others thread. Sometimes, it pulls us apart. When we're alone, there is only contrast. It is neither good, nor hate. Its just that light travels in a straight line. I am not in that straight line. She smiles, and she moves the world. I don't.
I've tried crossing over. But I thread even in the dimmest of her rays, and all I meet are these melting eyes. Just an inch away, it makes a difference. Sometimes, the light pierces.
It hurts
But We've one thing in common: we both can't see. Yet we're not blind to the things around us. Yet we ravish in our own ignorance.
Then there is grey, where others thread. Again, it pulls us apart.
I said I didn't care
And she lavished her golden smile upon me, and I know when there is grey, She goes to where only light can take her.
Where I can't follow.
Its her world. Of the food of love. Of wine and laughter, of humour in smokescreen, of recordance on forever. If forever's enough. Its her basking light, Its what she does best. It's danger to me. Even If I want to. I know I can't go.
One step and it's turmoil. One step and it breaks my affinity with comfort. And if I break free
I fear she's too far away. Even now she's calling, and all I hear is her echo. Sometimes, I am completely deaf and when I am, I'll say I dont care
But I do, and it rages so much I feel like a fool. I want to run, I want to abandon hope. I want to hate. Something tells me to wait. It's her whisper. I'll be in the light soon. with her. When? When? I can't wait for these oceans to run dry. I can't wait for the sun to burn so bright it melts every other thing in sight. I'm selfish. In my selfishness I say: I want it now. Then my world turns a little darker, Her glow a little dimmer, another inch further. Defeat has served its last course meal, and I am jealously powerless. I take a step backward and unwilingly learn acceptance. Acceptance means peace.
It hurts
It makes me so weak, I retreat and fade away...

I gets Dress. Paul gets guitar

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near


your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose



or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing



(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

EE Cummings

thanks to sali, ah isnt this beautiful *swoons*

So This is it, my poly time table's finally arrived. It is scary. I want to go run and hide in the safe arms of Lasalle, but I know I must nver turn back
" I'm sticking with you
Cuz I'm made out of glue "
Yes Liz Can do this. I'm happy to say that I've got my dress! yay, Its being sent for alterations currently, the swirl customer service and attention and customization is very good. I like!
Paul Finds the Ideal Guitar! You know he was o sad on Sunday when the last one got sold out, But, *surprise surprise* guess what we saw while walking past davis guitar today?
A cream coloured Stratocaster with a maple neck!
OMG.
'here is the church and here is the steeple
we sure look cute for two ugly people
I don't see what anyone can see
In anyone else, but you'
I'm in love with some songs from the Juno Soundtrack.
They're amazingly simple yet meaningful, naive and touching!
I dont know where we'll get the money form though, Paul's Parents want to wait awhile longer, but we're afraid the guitar be sold!!!!
Lizster

Atichooooo! Sniffles!

Obviously this blog requires some sort of organising system. Its so dusty I just have to... ah-ah-tch-oooo sneeze!
Its been a long time since Sali and I dressed out for the sole sake of going out
Its been a long time since Paul and I have done that too.
Its been a long time since any of us had time to find time
*imagines rummaging through the mist and woods to find old grandfather- time! where are you!*
Ahhh, so many things to do! So many things to want to do!
Also, I have to find a way to managing this blog, somehow.
Lizster

greetings all, it is me ...Ayam, anyway about guitars,i have 7 , 5 of them somewhat working.Its the all seeing eye,it sees all. ok, to be fair to you guys for having to listening to me and my nonsense, I'll post a song(with no singing as i can't sing) just for you guys:) soon... 

Went to watch The Orphanage to day, really good show can be viewed in so many ways sort of like Vantage Point without all the disadvantages(Vantage point is a really irritating show , because they keep rewinding and playing back,oh,go watch it...)

I wanna watch StarWars ep:4 & 5 & 6. The attack of the BUG , a large and flying flying type beetle descends upon the land of the Lizzie and leaves a trail of screams. Gloriously told in fearful monotone over the phone:-)           guitar pickups                                will post pics of 7 the guitars soon 

Paul is nice. I want dress. He wants guitar

Liz:

Today Paul was very nice. He walked in the sweltering rain and got drenched with me just to make sure I got to that Salsa place. Or rather to make sure that I met Sali and Colin to go to that salsa place cause frankly by the time I'd found my way and they were waiting at the bus stop, the rain had decided to calm down. Paul hates getting wet. Paul is nice. And very very sweet.

Salsa class was okay. I'm convinced I can learn basic salsa on youtube. also I have to totally improve my dancing. Also Paul's gonna kena salsa lessons from me. Actually, wait, I can ask sandi to teach me, gonna be near her school soon, yay!
There are two huge reddish bumps with whitish yellow centres on my back. yes, like you needed to know. But i just felt like being disgusting today, so boo to you all. I wonder how they got there. Hmmm.
I want dress
I want dresses






I absolutely love the blue one... 1. I love halter necks 2. I love this shade of blue together with that creamy buttery yellow 3. Its going on sale! from US 229 to US 99 yea like as if I can even afford it but I'd like to think that since its cheaper it should be more affordable, right? dream on, liz!Also, limited pieces!!!! grawp!!!

The second one has stawberries printed on it, its totally fresh! I might have to alter this one's length though, and I dont like the fact that you have to pay US 229 for it when the design of the straps isn't THAT fantastic, I mean its like the straps and the dress dont seam to go together, i love the idea of the tie-it-your-way ribbon thought!

The third one is absolutely luxurious, I'd wear it to my wedding, lol. Its fully lined, with boning(I love boned bustiers!) and THREE layers of skirt, yes you heard me THREE layers of skirt! *swoons* reality check: it also costs US209. Why!

Having made all this hoo ha ooh ah about these dresses, it might occur to me that since I haven't actually tried any of the dresses, and therefore having no idea how it looks like on me, this is all just an illusion. Wake up! Noooo I dont care! I shall steal all of Pauls money to satisfy my urge to own these dresses! Pauls money:



Is hidden within the depths and soul of this Fender Japan. Yay japan. My pitch pipe is made in Japan (it also cost be 27 bucks, 20 bucks more than he china one, but it was worth it, sound is so much smoother!) Lol. I advised to get dark burst cuz the black was too plain and plain ugly, yet so, I can't stand that white chunk of acrylic which ruins the whole balance! But oh well, the sound's supposed to be super versatile and I guess form and function will always be compromised. apart from that, we shall need funds to get pickups, 145, leopard printed(i know, what taste...) guitar straps (hmmm leopard print and leather might get kinky in bed ;) ), dunno how much for another acrylic board to replace the ugly white one. Oh and a trip to the intonator. Now just where are we gonna find the monaaayyy?
Paul contemplated going to geylang to work. I told him I'd never forgive his money minded catty head if he ever did. Well, either that or I'd join him, lol. I'm abit miffed because I made some pretty cool comments yesterday and before the auto save my dad offed the connection which screwed up my whole system and now I just can't remember what i wrote last night. I mean, genius only strikes once in awhile for civilians, you know! Any hoo, I'm off to doing work work work tonight I shall
1. Load, print and stick researh into sketchbook
2. Do layout collage 3. Do more fashion illustrations.
4. Think about what to do for presentation.
Do you think I'm trying to over achieve?

WOW!

Liz:
It seems like I'm the only one around here who has something to say, or rather, am bigoted enough to actually want to write everything down.
Anyhoo, tonight we went to the arts house to watch 'Comedy of Errors' (The last time I went to the arts house, it was to perform! sigh!) I love the smell of the arts house! While the show was totally spastic with typical slapstick antics, I thought it was really cool! It was typical shakespearean comedy which lends its humour to mixing up of identities and LOTS of dramatic irony which I must say, leaves the audience(or me) abit confused at times. somehow, it reminded me alot of twelfth night, but overall, the plot was totally frivolous, totally drunken, and a total much ado about nothing. But of course I've come to believe that the beauty of Shakespeare lies in his language and... well in not much else. although the Language makes up for that everything else.
having said that, it didnt start on a good note for me as I was totally lost in the first scene itself! I guess one part of it was the fact that the character slurred her words alot and the other was that these coarse ears of mine have become untuned to the key of Shakespeare. But it got along better as my ears were tuning themselves. Acting wise, I thought it was really good! I would say the girls were better than the guys but the play was made for the girls to but holding up the whole show anyway. I think this play was totally gaming on the fact that the girls were played by young boys at that time. Cuz if you think about it in that sense, the play becomes so much more funnier as the audience, being able to distinguish the onstage character and the knowledge of the true actors sex... well, you get what I mean. But these girls tonight were so full of energy, although at times i felt it lacking in rawness in some scenes.The only guy character I liked was Dr. Pinch, but considering there were only 3 guys, theres not much to speak of then. I loved the slave-twins though they were totally cute! And I liked that could really feel the chracters tension/love/hapiness and we actually went... awww im honestly happy for them at the end of the show. The power of shakespeare, or energy kept well?
Met Ning after the show! yay Ning!
My parents are watching korean drama dvds....(reminds me of: 'they're playing croquet', lol) and the moon is full, big and bright I had an altogether nice evening out, and an altogether nice day. except for the part where i got pissed with Paul for being late. note to self to keep this temper in check.Tmrw we might go out and celebrate daddy's birthday at spizza, and i really should be getting more work done than I already am, which is not alot. Go Liz, Jiayou!
Yay, Paul comes home safe and sound. Sali's mom fetched her home, so she's safe and sound, and I met colin online which confirmed his homecoming. Everyone's safe home, so I am Happy.
Wan an, shui hao!
LizzieBee

Argh!

Dont you just find it frustrating when you call, and call, and call, and call someone till you feel like such a fool and yet! No-one picks up. fffffffff...
Well, he's sleeping, so I can't blame him. But one would think that after awhile you'd actually feel the phone vibrate? Maybe he's grown immune to it.
In the meantime, Liz is here suffering from trauma.
1) I step out of my room and all hell breaks loose. You just can;t get any peace anywhere else other than your room, can you. hurr.
2) Sonya!!!!! I feel like shaking you. Has he even broken up with her?! I want DETAILS!
3) FSS organizers are being difficult. Maybe I'm just pissed off and taking it out on them.
4) TAS YV! We just got the schedule and I want to die. Songs to learn, etc etc
5) Specialism- homework!!!! Why aren't thou and I making a connection!
6) Other work, Which is proving a bitch to finish
7) Poly oh poly, why do u give everything to us in dribs and drabs, why are datelines for everything jumbled and mixed up, why do I have to wait for you to tell me things before I can confirm everything

sigh. Life's many woes. And of course, I am complaining. I shouldn't but I havent bought tickets for tongights concert, and I'm damn sure they were going for 10 bucks, so my question is why the hell is it 15 now? Fuck!
Paul, wake up!

Undersatnding.

Liz:
I find it weird that after all this time, we have such different views about the one thing that probably brought us together in the first place: Music
I'm not gonna say what it is but perhaps its a good thing after all that we both see things the way we do. I mean, they probably wouldn't come up with the music they do now if it hadn't been for these reasons. And then there's the whole sharing of ideas from two different different points of view kinda thing. Maybe thats why Lennon/Mcartney was such a sucess. But I'll probaly leave the whole Lennon/Mcartney thing to Paul/Mirza or Mirza/Paul... we'll leave them to decide on that wont we. some great pairings:
Judy Garland/Mickey Rooney
Fred/Ginger
Katherine Hepburn/Cary Grant
Audrey Hepburn/Givenchy
but that's besides the point
I was infuriated. How in the world could Paul have such... such views that degrade music as a being in itself! This is treason! My, he'd better learn to love music or he'll never know what he's doing in life.
Now I felt this way cause i am in the opinion that if you wanna be an artist, you gotta do what you're doing for the sake of loving it. I guess thats why I'm not as big about must-do-originals as Paul I'm not in it for the creating of something, but rather to just, well have fun in what you do.
I also guess why it felt like I was on familiar ground just crapping around under the bridge singing with a complete stranger, not giving a damn whether people even thought we were good or not. I was happy,because, honestly, I'd rather be there, under some dingy bridge indulging music in all its simplicity with nothing to prove. Than well, just being another face in the crowd.
supporting a lost cause. I've come to the realization that, despite loving to perform, music means so much more when just a few people get together on a lazy sunday afternoon(methaphorically speaking) and make noises and just...have a good time. It brings people together, its heartwarming just to share music with the ones you love. It certainly has more value than performing to a bunch of people who don't even know you. Sometimes I wonder if celebrities are truely happy with what they're doing and if they've lost sight of what they wanted to achieve in the first place. we all support idols who we fictionalize in our minds. The real people behind the glamour is not who we want them to be at all. Idols are... well figments of our imagination
But I've side tracked.
Then I tought about me and my relationship with piano. I think if I were to study the piano just for the love of it, I wouldn't backstabbing myself pushing and pushing to get all thes certs and grades. I'd take my time to learn skills and stuff, and never mind if I'm damn good at playing but I dont have a cert. But its true with my procrastinator personality and that kind of mentality, I'd get nowhere. I'm studying piano because I've got something to prove. It used to be for other people, but now, its more like to myself. That I can actually do it. Hell, I'll prove you wrong and I'm not giving up.
Which doesn't mean I dont have any feelings for the piano other than wanting to prove something.
There! I've solved my problem' by looking at myself I can finally understand why Paul does things the way he does. Why he feels better playing at church. Its not, and at the same time is about performing. Its so intangible and hard to define. Its the feeling you get when you feel you're sharing your love of music to people who actually appreciate with for its heart and soul and not the mind. Its the reason why I love performing.
I know it sounds like I contradict myself. But im not really cause this topic is so subjective. There is no definite. Its the intention of your music. I can't explain it in anyway else right now.
Paul, care to share your views?
Its time to eat cookies!
Liz