COPYRIGHT

Just as the title says...copyright. As you notice I like to write a lot. But I've quite outdone myself in the area of scaring myself to the point of paralysis when it comes to paranoia. Especially paranoia of someone stealing my intellectual property.

Kak Luna said that I should copyright my stuff first...There is a place here where they copyright stuff.

I need to get back to her about it. I don't even want to collaborate with people about my songs (well paranoia+OCD quite the mental hospital molotov cocktail)...KABOOM.

I guess I need to google up on the copyright acts here in Malaysia too. Just to get to know more about it. OR I could ask my friend Rudy how he copyrights his music.

By the way Rudy also does wedding photography. His work is real awesome. (sempat promo)...

Will keep you updated lol toddles for now.

ho hum

I hate blogging on my iPad since my chubby fingers have no sense of boundaries at all... I was thinking of writing a good food blog.

I do have one now but yea well I kinda abandoned the idea because keeping track of recipes and writing recipes is a pain since I usually eyeball my efforts.

I am having issues sleeping...

High time for exercise....

This is the first time I am uploading a picture onto blogger via iPad.

Awesome times.

I wonder how it'll turn out.

Going to Labuan today.

Wee...

Will keep u posted...

BALLS TO DO IT.

A lot of the times, or maybe most of the times, maybe for some never, have allowed people to get under their skin or their own fear to overwhelm them.

I often ask myself, what I would do if I was not afraid? If society's words, criticism and judgment did not matter, who would I become?

I'm someone who always gets affected by what people say and mostly and always wanting to blend in.I love that about me. That means I do care. And having that matters. But sometimes I have learned  that I need to draw the line between people's perspective of me and what I care about in my life, what I feel my true purpose is without the constraints of judgement and the courage to shine. SHINE BRIGHTLY.

It's not easy being someone who was trained to respect authority. It didn't really work. I've always had this independent streak in me. And a certain kind of pride. I sound like I'm rambling now. lol

But whatever it is, I've wasted too much time in caring about people's judgments and not caring about what I truly want.

It doesn't matter anyway. Why would it matter? It is my life after all. It is your life to live.

I would want to be in my death bed saying, hey I did it. I did everything that I set out in this life to do and boy am I proud of myself. That's what I wanna tell myself. I want to be smiling and happy knowing that fact. That I had the balls to do it and to do it WOW.

Now that I have that out of the side, I'm thinking of how I'm going to go about realizing my dream. One thing that I have found a bit of a drag is the fact that I always want to be financially secure and my belief is that a good solid job is something that is secure. Who's to say being a singer, writer, poet, composer, artist or performer cannot rake in money?

I want to do what I am passionate about before it's too late.

And I'm going to do it now.

JEAN-MICHEL BASQUIAT. MY HERO.

He's my idol. I forgot how I came across him but he is tres' magnifique (sp).

The man himself. You can read more about him here.

Magnificent artist. His work screams BOLD, GAME CHANGER AND COURAGE.

Some of his work. 

He inspired the layout to my blog too and hopefully it will follow through with other parts of my life as well. 

I want to have that I don't care about what you think attitude. I guess that has always inhibited me from moving forward with my life's passions. 

Gone too soon. 

Jean-Michel. You are greatly missed. Thank you for the inspiration. 

BE FREE

I used to sleep with my stationery. (NO.....not that kind of sleep).

My knack for writing has withered. Maybe it's because I already have this set way of how I want it to look like or what to write versus allowing myself to express freely.

Speaking of freedom. On a crazy night out with my nephews, Din said something to me which triggered something in my heart..

BE FREE.

I kind of forgot how it feels like to just write whatever it was I wanted to write, sing or dance and to just be myself.

Growing up does have it's issues. I forget and suppress everything it is about me till I lose myself just so I can cater to society and it's expectations.

I never knew those two words could be so powerful.

Kids don't care about these kinda ridiculous things. The Little Prince was cool with being who he was. (Antoine has indirect speech on lockdown yo).

I remembered how I was like...so full of life and vibrance. So many questions. So many dance moves. So many stories...and so many songs.

I need to bring her back.

I need to bring BABY(my nickname as a child) back.

And then we can rule the world.

If ever I am to be rigid about something this is it.

We're coming back with a vengeance.