This & That with Myself

I love singing, but I don’t have any professional training (just like William Hung, haha). But I just love it, and the person that put me into a different stage to think about singing, is the same person that stop me from pursuing my dream.

He is the only one that I assume, yes, my honor to assume this very special person as my teacher- Freddie Mercury.

Freddie showed me a whole new world to sing. Freddie didn’t sing from the top of his lung, he sang from his heart and through his passion, he touched so many hearts. I dare to assume he is my teacher because I give my full respect to him with my whole life!

There are songs from Freddie still make my eyes wet eventhough I listen to them so many many times. There are songs that make me smile eventhough I am having the most horrible day. I enjoy driving home tipsy and late with his voice, I even enjoy the LA traffic as long as I can play my Queen’s CD out loud in the car, his voice can stop me from rushing my project, it can also help me to sleep peacefully at night.

I think Kurt Cobain got it right, not everybody can embrace their fans and crowds like Freddie Mercury, it was amazing, it was magical, it actually can make you fall in love with the air. Why such a talented person left the world so soon, even before I knew him? Going to an original Queen concert will be a dream that will never be achieved in my life time.

I have to say to Freddie, you make me sing, but you make me feel that I will never be good enough to sing on a stage, like you.

I guess, this will be my only melancholy blue.

Saturday night was the best night ever in my LA life. A little more exciting than the girls night out last time, but I am always expecting another better best night, ha!

It was my first time to try this so call sake bomb (in China, they call it submarine ride) at Tokyo Delve, North Hollywood. This fancy retro looking restaurant with lots of xmas light decor make me hardly believe it served sake and sushi. But then I find out sake bomb origin is actually in US instead of Japan. So this restaurant totally make sense; just imagine a bottle of sake with Uncle Sam face on it.

There’s like 30++ of us hit the place, waited in line like celebrity waited on the red carpet. I made the biggest mistake in my life because I forgot my wallet and dang, my ID! (Whoever reading this, pls don’t put me in jail) But that’s ok, a little drama solve the problem easily, finally I got the shinny paper wrapped around my hand and a big big smile on my face! I could drink, thank god!

Then we all sat together at this long long table, I hardly see who was at the end of the table. The beer was ready in a barrel on the table, which is all your can drink and self-refill, then just a moment later, sake was served! Then the bombing began!

I put the chopsitck on the top of my beer glass and then put the sake shot on the chopstick, the waitress yelled "I say sake you say bomb" ! When the bombing began, we hit the table quick and hard, the sake shot dropped into our beer glasses and started bubbling,we drank it in one shot! And repeat the same action again and again and again…then everybody went crazy!

The waiter/waitress did a good job making the atmosphere very engaging, they even had a Bye Bye Bye dance performance. I love the songs they played, lots of 80’s stuff and the chicken song that made everyone in the restaurant stand on their chair dancing!

It was a great experience! Even a better experience after the sake bomb; I tried to look for a restroom because of consuming too much liquid. When my eyes glazed on a possible way out from this traffic jam, I quickly turned around and saw this big road sign- Mulholland Dr. One of my favorite movie and a real exist hilly road in Holloywood. I walked up to the hill and hoping for an unlocked restroom, but all my hope vanished after I found two restroom that were already closed.

Somehow I entered this beautiful outdoor theater, with a big screen in front of me and lots empty seats (of course, it was like 11:49pm) I saw a few people setting up the stage and lighting. I quickly ran to one of them and asked for direction to any available restroom. This handsome looking gentleman walked me through the stage, then the back stage, then the basement of the stage, finally, my nightmare was over

It is an amazing theater with a lot of modern equipments and beautiful architect. Even it was dark, but I could see it clearly. When I walked through the stage, I stopped for about 1 sec, looking at the empty seats in front of me, imagining… ya, that is the Ford Amphitheater.

Yes, good people exist, even in the middle of the night. And hell ya, I met a bunch of cool people tonight and I am indeed a very lucky baby!

This is the sh*t I have been working on for months!!! Finally, it is half way done.

http://www.gamespot.com/news/6172776.html?om_act=convert&om_clk=newstop&tag=newstop;title;10

Lawsuit?? No fun…but we are winning the case

A friend reminded me of Haruki Murakami again.

A long lost companion in my junior and highschool life.

I can’t remember when did I stop reading, maybe somewhere in college, I got lost in my textbooks, tons of texbook.

I am glad, I am picking up reading again.

I hope I can reach the book shelf back home and blow the dust on all my Murakami’s collection and read it all over again.

I promise I will have a peaceful space for myself, to read. To find happiness in those unhappy ending, to find positive energy in those negative stories.

To find settlement in me.

Try that!

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2007/06/photogalleries/wip-week33/index.html

I just realise Friendster TM "it’s complicated"…that’s interesting.

I think they should also TM "In a relationship", then I can write a whole lots more about my favorite topic! (see reference)

http://yc226.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/2006/04/index.html

You are always in "relationships", you are always gonna be in complicated relationships.

Keep assuming.

I have to admit I can be easily interrupted by almost anything in anyway.

This is bad, but I am well-trained to deal with all these interruptions. I actually enjoy the interrupted moment. It pulls you away from the thing or person you are so focusing on and that reinforce your ability to think "out side the box".

I tend to blame the big city, so many distractions! Living in big city makes me look super tiny, so it is ok to be interrupted once in a while! Yes, I tend to blame the big city but apparently, the blame can only go to myself.

I am being responsible, at least I try my best, to take the best care of my regular routine as well as maintain the interrupting excitement to a certain level. I am good at drawing line, I am good at holding back, I am also good at creating opportunity for all kind of interruption.

I am just enjoy swinging along the path, so unsettled, so interrputed.