Hello Again

Okay, so right after I announce a hiatus, I actually know what to write about. These bursts of inspirations are so unpredictable. 1 month of no blogging! That's a track record I got there. Here goes:

There's something about music that we all love.

I for one, enjoy it to a passion so strong, that if music ceased to exist, I might just jump off KL Tower.

What I love so much about music, is the emotion that each note conveys.

Listen to angry music, and you'll probably feel motivated to hit someone.

Listen to happy music, and your mood lifts up a little.

Don't you find it amazing how well music affects us all so easily?

We're talking about emotions, in people, the most difficult part of the human mind to manipulate.

You can't make people feel happy, sad, or angry.

It comes of free will.

But music, good music, pulls it off so easily.

Come to think of it, music and writing are actually quite similar.

I said similar, not the same.

Think about it, like I said, when you hear happy music, your mood lifts up a little.

Likewise with writing, a good author can evoke feelings that the reader wouldn't be feeling before the person reads his/her piece.

Remember the time you read Harry Potter? If you haven't read the book you seriously need to go dig a hole.

Now tell me, even if you didn't cry about it, that you weren't sad or outraged when Sirius died?

Or when Dumbledore died?

Okay so maybe you wanted them to die (if you did, I hate you), don't tell me you didn't at least have a burst of "YES NOW THEY'RE BOTH GONE! YOU DIE NOW POTTER! LONG LIVE THE DARK LORD! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" sort of feeling? (you evil, evil person)

See, before hearing the melody, or reading the story,

People don't care.

I mean, why would they?

Why should they read or listen to something that has nothing to do with them?

We're all selfish by nature, when it all comes down to it.

So what makes us want to read? Or to listen to the music people make?

My guess is, that whatever was produced is powerful enough to make people love it.

Enough to catch their attention, and hold it, for hundreds of years.

This actually relates to advertising, in a strange way.

Or maybe not so strange.

The way I see it, advertising is pretty much fighting for that kind of attention people give music and stories.

A great ad, can actually make people on the street stop, and stare for a very very long time.

And do more than staring.

The ad would hit them right in the gut.

Mess up their emotions.

Make them happy, angry or sad.

They'd actually want to find out what it's all about,

Be able to relate to the ad, whatever it's selling.

Generate some sort of hype over the product,

And we're sold.

And what would make the ad even better?

The very fact that out of billions of ads created, it can still be remembered for years to come.

That's what I think.

How do we achieve that?

At the moment, I really can't answer this.

My time in the industry hasn't been long enough.

I say give it maybe a few years.

Then I'll come back to you on this.

To whom it may or may not concern,

Eileen Speaks is on hiatus till the writer receives divine inspiration on what to write.

For now, please feel free to go to my Tumblr (link on right).

Adios!

Tanggal Tiga Puluh Satu, Bulan Lapan, Lima Puluh Tujuh

53 years ago,

We gathered in the Kuala Lumpur Independence Stadium,

Our Father of Independence, Tunku Abdul Rahman led us all,

Proclaiming our freedom 7 times.

We each believed that we were truly free.

53 years later,

We still proclaim our freedom.

We announce our success in remaining free for the last 53 years,

Young as this country is, we still proudly say:

"We are free!"

Before you start thinking that this is yet another post about patriotism,

Let's stop for a bit.

From precisely 12AM onwards,

My friends began shouting "Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan!" (Happy Independence Day!),

In Facebook and Twitter.

I'm pretty sure the blogs are going to start having those patriotic posts pretty soon.

But I'm not going to wish a Happy Independence Day just yet.

A few days back, there was an issue on racism.

A Malay principal (Siti Inshah) told some Chinese students to "go back to China, if you don't like it here."

An uproar was caused.

People spoke out against it.

Some maniacs supported it.

And this is just one example.

In our History books,

We were told that the British agreed to give us our freedom,

On one condition. (I think there were many others but I can't remember them all)

And that condition was:

If, and only IF, our multiple races could live in harmony.

Then they would set us free.

So we managed to prove it to them.

53 years later,

We Chinese are being chased to go back to China.

Some have even stated that the Indians should go back to India as well.

And now I ask,

Is this living in harmony?

We were introduced to the whole 1Malaysia concept.

Meaning that we Malaysians should live as one.

Are we?

I am young,

I may not know much,

So I might be wrong.

But I'm pretty sure I was brought up to accept those of a difference race.

No discrimination.

That's what our Moral books say.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but is this not a form of discrimination?

If the British back then, saw how we are right now,

Do you honestly believe that they would have signed the Declaration?

People from foreign countries have applauded us,

Saying how stunned they are to see so many races in one country living in harmony.

Are we truly living up to their praise?

There are many reasons as to why we are still considered a third world country.

And this, is one of it.

We speak and hope for progress.

But what exactly are we, the Malaysians doing about it?

Can we truly say that we are free?

Because the last time I checked,

This attitude - the unwillingness of our people to accept each other, isn't part of feeling free.

This isn't progress.

If anything, this barbaric nature is a sign of moving backwards.

Now I'm not saying everyone is racist here.

I myself, a Chinese, along with a lot of people that I know, live in harmony with other races.

We do have Malay, Indian, Iban, Kadazan, etc. friends.

And we do not discriminate each other.

What I'm talking about are those small minded people,

The ones who refuse to accept.

After 53 years,

These people still so underdeveloped that their minds are still unable to compute the very fact that they need to be more civilised.

Are we not educated enough?

Will there ever be a day, where all races unite as one,

And truly call this country our own?

I can honestly say that I love my country.

I'm proud being a Malaysian.

After all, this is who I am.

This is my home.

But it is issues such as this that make me question,

Are we really merdeka (free)?

I'm not about to pretend that everything's all fine and rosy.

Because it simply isn't true.

I'm not sure if what I say here is going to make any difference,

But if this gets through to at least one person,

Then this would be worth it.

Over and Done with?

Alright now,

I'm no great shakes as a writer.

In fact, I probably suck worse than most writers.

Which is probably why this blog has so little viewers.

So why am I continuing?

Wouldn't it be better for me to just.. Delete this entire blog?

I might as well do it.

To tell the truth, a while back I was considering converting to Tumblr (yes I know I have a Tumblg), and deleting this blog.

So I created my Tumblg.

Proceeded to set it up.

Followed people, reblogged, posted whatever lame stuff I thought was cool.

Then I proceeded to my Blogger account.

Clicked to my account page, and proceeded to the little icon that said "Delete Blog".

Then I stopped.

I couldn't do it.

My rational mind was going "Come on, idiot! Click the stupid icon!"

But I didn't.

Now I'll tell you why I didn't.

It's the same reason why you're still able to read this lousy excuse of a blog.

It's because I love writing.

And yes, maybe I do suck.

Maybe the topics I come up with, suck more than the suckiest blogs around.

Maybe in a few years' time when I'm a seasoned copywriter, I'll look back and smack myself for being so boring.

But at this moment I know that I love what I'm doing.

And I'm definitely getting better.

Sucks to you, haters.

Eileen Speaks is here to stay.

From What I've Learned

Okay so I've jumped ship.

The Account Executive turned into a Copywriter.

It's like trading my office skirt for a pair of jeans.

Not that I'm complaining.

It was a personal decision entirely.

The reason?

I'm not telling here.

So far in a month, I've actually learned a lot.

In my 2 weeks as an Account Executive,

I've learned courage,

Strength,

And the fact that you need to smile all the time.

Act like nothing's wrong.

Even after you got screwed really badly by your boss/client.

That, needs a lot of strength.

So now I'm a copywriter -in-training.

Now this, this is a whole new ball game.

You're talking to more than your client, your boss, and everyone else in the agency.

You're talking to almost everyone on the face of the Earth.

You're fighting with 100 million something advertisers on this planet,

Along with other forms of mass media,

Movies, Drama serials, News... And a whole lot more.

Just to grab the attention of not just one, but at least a million people.

That takes creativity.

With that, comes insanity.

So let's see how this goes.

Jason Walker - Down

Not that I'm emo or anything,

Neither am I a fan of Vampire Diaries.

But I've been addicted to this song for about a week, so I feel the need to post it up.

Enjoy!

When You Fall

"So you failed. Alright you really failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you’re still smiling."

-Clair Colbourn, Elizabethtown

So for all of you who've been going through hard times,

This is for you.

Deirdre, my little sis, this is especially for you.

You're stronger than you think.

So when you fall, be strong.

We all have out fair share of shit to go through.

But it's how each of us deal with it that matters.

It's hard, but once you get through,

You'll feel awesome. :)

One of the hardest things

In the years to come,
Will you think about these moments that we shared?

I'll miss you.

In the years to come,
Are you gonna think it over,

And how we lived each day with no regrets?

I would.

Nothing lasts forever though we want it to,
The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you.

So we let go.

In a year from now,
Maybe there'll be things we'll wish we'd never said.

Maybe.

In a year from now,
Maybe we'll see each other, standing on the same street corner though it rains.

I pray.

Each and every end is always written in the stars,
If only i could stop the World I'd make this last.

If I could, I would.

Sometimes goodbye though it hurts in your heart is the only way for destiny,
Sometimes goodbye though it hurts is the only way now for you and me.

Though its the hardest thing to say,
I'll miss your love in every way.

So say goodbye,
But don't you cry,

'cause true love never dies.

I'm a sap. Unfortunately.

Prayer

I've come to terms with this fact,

That if I pray so hard for something, and it doesn't come true,

There's a reason.

See, I'm Christian.

And Christians have this strong belief in prayer, myself included.

I've always believed that if you pray hard enough,

Believe completely in God's power,

That prayer will come true.

There are things that I've prayed with all my might for.

Things that I've wished with my entire being to come true.

Some of these things came true,

Some didn't.

When they didn't, I kept asking why.

Why couldn't it come true?

I believed, didn't I?

I trusted, didn't I?

So what went wrong?

As time passed, and I grew,

I grew to believe that it happened for a reason.

I mean, God has always known what's best for me.

He's always loved me, given me everything I've asked Him for.

He's never really denied me anything that was good for me.

So if He denies me this,

I'm pretty sure it's for a greater reason that I can't see just yet.

I am His child.

And there is no way He would do anything to harm me.

This is my faith.

So what I'm going to do now,

Is to put my trust in God.

He knows better than I do,

If there was anyone who knew the right way,

He would.

I've let go the need to know why,

I'll take what answers You supply,

You know better than I.

-Better Than I, David Campbell

Neverland

What if, Neverland existed?

As little kids, most of us wanted to grow up as quickly as possible.

That's why some of us tend to raid our parents' closets,

Trying on their clothes,

Pretending to be "grown up-s".

I remember thinking that growing up meant more freedom.

And now I'm touching my 20-s.

For most of us when we were kids, the most hurtful thing to happen was falling down and hurting our knee.

In our minds, every thing was simple.

And people weren't hard on you, even when you made mistakes.

Well, I must admit, there are times when I wish I could go back to my childhood.

Growing up = More responsibilities.

At times, you stand to lose more.

But then again,

Growing up = More opportunities, too.

So, is it good or bad?

I think it's a bit of both.

But when you really think about it....

Do we really "grow up"?

I mean, some adults don't even act mature.

I have an aunt who acts about as badly as a 4 year old.

So do we really "mature"?

Is there anyone out there who we can completely say are..... "Mature"?

Bonjour!

After New York, this is the place I wanna be.

I'm this restless creature who loves travelling.

I cannot stay in one place for too long.

I'll rot.

My dream is to move to New York.

But I want France to be my second home.

There are so many places I want to go to before I die.

Guess that's one reason why I have commitment issues.

A guy cannot possibly wait so long for a girl like me to settle down.

I mean, who the hell would wait for me to finish gallivanting the whole world and come back to him?

Besides, I don't even know if I want to make him wait.

It's not fair, especially for him.

Maybe I'm just not ready.

Ah, well. I still have my whole life ahead of me.

I may not know what tomorrow holds,

But I know Who holds tomorrow.

And I know Who holds my hand. :)

Surprise Surprise

So there I was, innocently logging into my Blogger account and I saw......

Wah, 327 comments? Since when I so famous ah?

So I entered my comment moderator, aaaaaandddddd.............

327 comments of the SAME COMMENT.

What the hell. You blardy spammers need to get a life, seriously.

Funnily Enough

AHAH! So it's been one hell of a week, and I've been so freaking busy that I've lost touch with the internet world. Now for those who don't know, I've started my internship about a week ago. And I must say, I love it there! So yes, life is good. :) Oh and another thing, my feature article in The Star will be out soon on July 14th.

So look out for it! It's on the Stuff@School section. And I'll be working on a new one pretty soon.

You know when I was younger (damn son that word makes me feel old),

I never wanted to get into the corporate world.

I always thought, HAH what for get myself into these shits.

People backstabbing each other all over (okay not all the time lah, I learned that recently). Wearing boring office wear. OH PLEASE.

I wanted something more.. Relaxing.

That was then.

As I grew, I grew to love work.

The adrenaline rush you get when you're in the middle of rushing.

Call me crazy, but I love that.

So here I am, choosing to be a suit.

To wear a suit.

To be an account executive.

A person who meets people, manages people, motivates people,

Is at the front of the battlefield of the company.

A person who basks in the limelight (very important here, you NEED to want to shine.).

I was never that.

When I was younger, I mean.

I was contented being in the background, quietly helping.

But now, it's so different.

I want to shine.

I want people to see me,

To hear me,

To know that I'm not just any other person on Earth.

Isn't it funny how things turn out?

So

This is why I am MIA:

1. Frequent overtime at work.

2. Work.

3. More work.

4. I have no time to write what I have in mind.

5. I am too tired.

6. So tired, in fact, I'm too lazy to give any more reasons.

7. Uh I'm too lazy to think now.

In short, I am so busy that I am actually taking a few seconds out of my very precious time to type this. See? Aren't I a good person? :)

Okay now let's see (makes looooong list of things to do before tomorrow)..........................

Spotlight: On The Pierces

Now why is it that I have never talked about this duo?

After the first song I've heard from these two (Secret), I was completely hooked.

They have a style completely their own, and that shows creativity.

The duo comprises of two sisters - Allison and Catherine Pierce who hail from Birmingham, Alabama.

So far, they have had 3 albums - The Pierces, Light of the Moon, and Thirteen Tales of Love and Revenge.

The duo appeared on Gossip Girl, performing two of their songs (and personal favourites of mine) - Secret and Three Wishes.

What I like about this band is that they are unconventional. And I love that.

This is a very sinister song that talks about keeping secrets.

The beauty of it isn't that it sounded evil.

The thing is, it's meant to sound evil. Yet it's just so cool you can't help but like it.

I predict great things for this band. Not in the mainstream, I think.

But Indie. Definitely Indie.

BREAKING NEWS: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Trailer is OUT!

OH MY GOSH I CANNOT WAIT. *squeals like deranged fan girl*

Please oh please don't screw this up like you did the previous ones!!!! *prays*

Choices

You know, I had a variety of choices to choose from.

I could've pursued art,

Painting objects, landscapes, animals, people.... Call it what you will.

I could've pursued music.

Continued my violin lessons,

Get my diploma,

Join a band,

Tried out for the Malaysian Youth Orchestra.

I could've pursued something in science,

Be a doctor, dermatologist, dentist....

Something my family members thought would be "respectable".

But here I am, in Advertising.

Due to starting internship, and possibly my career.

I'm not regretting.

But there's this small part of me that's yearning every now and then,

Just every now and then,

To perform once again.

To stand in the limelight, and play my violin.

I'm not sure if it's ever gonna happen,

So I'm waiting.

I guess the whole passion in music never left me.

Come to think of it, it's in my blood.

My entire family loves music.

About half of us can play some instrument or other.

I miss it so much, I feel as though I could break if I don't do something about this.

Fingers crossed. :)

In the years to come,
Will you think about these moments that we shared?
In the years to come,
Are you gonna think it over,
And how we lived each day with no regrets?
Nothing lasts forever though we want it to,
The road ahead holds different dreams for me and you.

[chorus]
Sometimes goodbye though it hurts in your heart is the only way for destiny,
Sometimes goodbye though it hurts is the only way now for you and me.
Though its the hardest thing to say,
I'll miss your love in every way.
So say goodbye,
But don't you cry,

'cause true love never dies.

In a year from now,
Maybe there'll be things we'll wish we'd never said.
In a year from now,
Maybe we'll see each other, standing on the same street corner though it rains.
Each and every end is always written in the stars,
If only i could stop the World i'd make this last.

[Chorus]
Sometimes goodbye though it hurts in your heart is the only way for destiny,
Sometimes goodbye though it hurts is the only way now for you and me.
Though it's the hardest thing to say,
I'll miss your love in every way.
So say goodbye,
But don't you cry,
'cause true love never dies.

And when you need my arms to run into,
I'll come for you.
Nothing will ever change the way i feel.

[Chorus]
Sometimes goodbye though it hurts in your heart is the only way for destiny,
Sometimes goodbye though it hurts is the only way now for you and me.
Though it's the hardest thing to say,
I'll miss your love in every way.
So say goodbye,

But don't you cry,
Because a true love never dies.

__________________________________

Hey you, yeah you.

You're not gonna read this, I think.

But this expresses exactly how I'm feeling.

So I dedicate this beautiful song to you.

I wish it didn't have to turn out this way,

But it's a choice you've made, so I won't stop you.

They say that if you love a person, you'll let them go.

So I'm letting you go.

Smile, be yourself, don't ever lose yourself.

As long as you're happy, I'm happy.

I don't care how you're feeling.

But I know exactly how I feel.

I'll always, always love you.

In the End,

After getting hurt,

You gotta pick yourself up,

You gotta know you have to move on,

Despite the hurt,

The pain,

How much you still don't understand,

And how much you're wondering why you're doing this.

You just have to.

Because the clock still ticks,

The sun still rises,

Just as surely as it will set.

You know you just have to.

So stand up,

Walk,

And move on.

'Cos you're stronger than this.

In a Serious Need to Vent

I tossed,

I turned,

I counted sheep.

Nothing worked.

Conclusion, I can't blardy sleep.

%$#^%&$$*

And I think I know why. -.-