Wednesday
Hello. How is everyone doing? So it is me again, Amaliah. We are painting now and Ayun ask me to blog, so here I am. Well, since I have no idea what to blog about. Let me just intro myself to you people who do not know me. Hahas. That will do, right?
So once again, my name is Amaliah. Ha! I am 17 this year. So young right? I know. I am currently studying in Lasalle SIA College of the Arts. I have interest in arts, music, gigs, theatre, especially musicals, sports & adventure, psychology, volunteering and of course shopping! Ha! Well, I am part of National Youth Council, Singapore Teenage Entrepreneurs and People's Association Youth Movement. I use to work with FJ Benjamin as a sales associate and B. H. Ind Pte Ltd, Media Company as a model. Okay, all that was not necessary but I really have no idea what to type about. So Ms. Ayun told me to type any random thing that comes out of my mind. So yea. I listen to almost all kinds of genre and I've yet to find out more in music. Ha! Well, jazz and alternative is my all time favourite. Indie or electronic when I put on my dancing shoes on the dance floor and some screams or hardcore when I feel like it. Not forgetting R & B and some soul to add a touch of sweetness in life.
Well, i write poets too that turns into lyrics for a friends' band. Here is one of them.
The pain that rages my heart
I live with day to day;
A sorrow deep within my soul,
That never goes away.
The smile I use to mask my pain,
Hides tears no one can see;
For the tears I shed alone at night,
Are seen by only me.
I hide behind a thin facade,
A clown on masquerade,
Seeking laughter as my balm,
In a haunting, sad parade.
Behind the makeup of the clown,
Is a shattered heart of glass;
Look deep into the eyes and see,
A pain filled, sorrowed past
I walk through clouds of sadness,
And drift on seas of pain;
Picking up the shards of heart,
Seeking wholeness once again.
Alive in constant memory,
Across the distant miles;
There is solace for this heart,
and the key to this clown's smile.
And though the days are empty,
And years stretch forth in pain;
A hope, a dream is still alive,
That I will be whole again.
Alright, that is so emotional but well songs are meant to be emotional don't they. Okay, my parents are here to fetch me back. So take care all. God bless. :))
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
