I ditched the crappy songs I recorded earlier this year and recorded high-quality copies of them with my equipment I got for my birthday. I also recorded a new one that can be seen here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSafVKTzsEI
The new track listing--
1. Determination
2. Our Heartbeat
3. Silent Echoes
4. City Lights
5. Waves of Snow
6. Leave With What You Have
Looking forward to the release of my album, Sleep Talking. Buy it.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Beautiful Intentions
Sometimes pain can make you stronger and turn you to things that are better. As soon as you leave them behind, you can endure more and you find something more important to worry about.
Yesterday, my friends took me to the mall for a pick-me-up after my awful week. I pretty much forgot everything that had happened earlier that week, while discovering how love is much easier without being confined by labels such as boyfriend and girlfriend. Now, I'd much rather respond with "Him? Oh, he's my bestie," than "Oh, we're going out."
As stated in the previous blog, before me and that guy were going out, we were best friends. I was foolish enough to turn the friendship into an immature relationship, and faced myself too early with heartbreak. I thought I could never find another friend like him.
Yesterday, multiple friendships spawned and grew, and I feel very happy sharing affection with all of my friends without labeling them. Hugs and such make you feel good even when they aren't from somebody you call your boyfriend.
Learning is a part of growing up.
xx Milky
Yesterday, my friends took me to the mall for a pick-me-up after my awful week. I pretty much forgot everything that had happened earlier that week, while discovering how love is much easier without being confined by labels such as boyfriend and girlfriend. Now, I'd much rather respond with "Him? Oh, he's my bestie," than "Oh, we're going out."
As stated in the previous blog, before me and that guy were going out, we were best friends. I was foolish enough to turn the friendship into an immature relationship, and faced myself too early with heartbreak. I thought I could never find another friend like him.
Yesterday, multiple friendships spawned and grew, and I feel very happy sharing affection with all of my friends without labeling them. Hugs and such make you feel good even when they aren't from somebody you call your boyfriend.
Learning is a part of growing up.
xx Milky
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Heartbreak
In either early February or late January of 2010, I wrote a song called Leave With What You Have. It was a breakup song influenced by my imagination and other pop songs I had heard, since I had never had a boyfriend or love to base it upon. It was generic and stereotypical. I still enjoy listening to it though, and it was one of my favorite creations.
In September, five days after my birthday, I had my first boyfriend. I thought loved him, and I poured out my heart and emotions to him. He told me he'd always love me, and that I was the only reason he even went on. I was a sucker for romantic, emotional boys. I held on to every word he said, and I trusted him with my life. I would always remember the memories we shared, and I was convinced our love would last forever. I was nothing but a lovesick daydreamer.
Four days ago, the object of my 'undying' affection led me into the school hallway and said the four most painful words I had ever heard;
"We should break up."
I went into immediate shock. I still can't believe how stupid I was, ruining our amazing friendship--and I couldn't believe him for lying and playing with my heart. I don't know what I'm going to do. A painful, just-got-stabbed-in-the-chest feeling follows me through my class periods and everyday activities. The bubbly, happy girl has left me and been replaced by some melancholy spirit. I thought breakups were for unlucky people when I wrote that song, but now I'm faced with a grotesque, evil reality. Boys are liars. And me? I'm just a gullible child.
I was singing out new ideas for songs in the shower this morning. I came up with something like this.
In all reality
Your sweetness has demolished me
The only one that made me cry
Is the only one who can save my life
I promised I'd remember all our brighter days
It's hard to imagine you and I parting ways
You said you'd love me for forever and always
To you forever's over now, you've left me in dismay
I'm not quite finished.
Until then, I'll tell myself....
Tomorrow is another day.
xx Milky
In September, five days after my birthday, I had my first boyfriend. I thought loved him, and I poured out my heart and emotions to him. He told me he'd always love me, and that I was the only reason he even went on. I was a sucker for romantic, emotional boys. I held on to every word he said, and I trusted him with my life. I would always remember the memories we shared, and I was convinced our love would last forever. I was nothing but a lovesick daydreamer.
Four days ago, the object of my 'undying' affection led me into the school hallway and said the four most painful words I had ever heard;
"We should break up."
I went into immediate shock. I still can't believe how stupid I was, ruining our amazing friendship--and I couldn't believe him for lying and playing with my heart. I don't know what I'm going to do. A painful, just-got-stabbed-in-the-chest feeling follows me through my class periods and everyday activities. The bubbly, happy girl has left me and been replaced by some melancholy spirit. I thought breakups were for unlucky people when I wrote that song, but now I'm faced with a grotesque, evil reality. Boys are liars. And me? I'm just a gullible child.
I was singing out new ideas for songs in the shower this morning. I came up with something like this.
In all reality
Your sweetness has demolished me
The only one that made me cry
Is the only one who can save my life
I promised I'd remember all our brighter days
It's hard to imagine you and I parting ways
You said you'd love me for forever and always
To you forever's over now, you've left me in dismay
I'm not quite finished.
Until then, I'll tell myself....
Tomorrow is another day.
xx Milky
Friday, September 10, 2010
9/11: A True Story
I was 2 years old when it happened.
Maybe because my brain had already developed to the point where I could remember things clearly, and my little understanding of the world made it possible for me to memorize the events that happened on that day.
On September the 10th, me, my parents and my sister (the other two weren't alive yet) departed from our average-sized house in Perkasie, Pennsylvania in a plane to visit our cousins in Alabama. We stayed in a place I can remember fuzzily and made the drive to Trussville the next day. Since it was six days until my 3rd birthday and this was the last time they'd see me before then, I vigorously tore the floral wrapping paper off of boxed gifts given to me by my father's side of the family at their dining table. Walls of nachos, salsa and assorted candy lined the granite countertops. I stuffed a handful of peanut M & M's into my relatively small fists and proceeded to run upstairs, babbling excitement-ridden gibberish. I went to pay a visit to the stuffed animals and playthings in my oldest cousin's room. She was the oldest in that family - however, I beat her to the age of 3 by a couple of months, as she was born in December of 1998 and I in September. I gawked at her toy keyboard and played the first seven notes of 'Yankee Doodle' in a highly synthesized violin sound, like a mockingbird trying to imitate a human being. I was awed at the glamorous pink bling coating the door and walls, many of which glowed if you pressed a supposedly magical button or switch.
Suddenly, sounds of something like anger, despair, and shock sounded from my cousin's downstairs living room. Like something out of a play I had seen in a theater in New York City, drama and fear flooded the halls and stairwell. I raced downstairs on my little toddler feet and saw that my family was watching the news. Boring. Then I looked at the screen - a building, and to my young eyes it looked like a chimney, a stepladder for Santa Claus. There seemed to be smoke clouds billowing out of the skyscraper. Sounds came from the television that you definitely wouldn't hear in American children's cartoons - shrieks and howls, the shaky voices of people sobbing, the roar of industrial chaos. I lurched up to my mother, who was sitting on the couch with her mouth gaping like a tunnel on a country interstate. I heard her utter the word 'Unbelievable.'
"Mommy," I mewed in a curious tone, "why is the building on fire?"
"They attacked it," she replied vaguely, sounding both fascinated and disgusted. I was curious as to who 'they' were and a question formed in my brain, but I pushed the thought aside and replaced it with a simple word. "Why?"
"I have absolutely no idea," she answered, "but New York City is only about 45 minutes from our town. Leaving is dangerous now. We won't be allowed to go back by flight." Confused as I was, I sat cuddled next to my mom. The rest of the family soon began to answer my inquiries. My aunt cried in her thick country accent, "I can't believe they killed themselves just to destroy other people's lives."
"Terrorists don't have any logic," my dad remarked.
"What's a terrorist?" I looked up at my mother.
"They think it's good to murder Americans," she retorted, not directing her anger at anyone in the room.
"That's not nice." I declared.
That night, I went to sleep stuffed with hot sauce and tucked into a fold-out bed in the basement. 'Lilo and Stitch' played on the television before me, and I watched attentively with my small insomniac eyes. Due to the fact that all flights to Perkasie were closed, we'd be staying at this house for a few more days, and I was excited. As the movie ended, I hopped up to play with a plastic kitchen set before returning to my light slumber.
When we came to the airport a few days later, they had just opened up flights, and it was still dangerous to get even close to the Northeast-New York region due to the crazed murderers lurking about. We had tickets, and we weren't about to ditch thousands of dollars to be safe. My parents were brave. When we passed through the gray metal ramp and into the plane, it was empty. The only people there were the manly flight attendant and the brown haired service lady with a ponytail. The reason for the plane's unnatural silence was haunting - nobody else dared enter the dangerous machine. Just one intentional wreck, and BOOM. Dead. As we braved the quiet ride home, I took out a piece of paper and carefully drew a self portrait. Since I couldn't correctly draw proportions, the finished figure looked like something my white cat at home coughed up. A single round ball made up the head and the abdomen, and two sticks with six fingers protruded forth as arms. A couple of vertical lines made up my feet, and six curved lines made up the hair. I dotted the eyes and gave the mouth blush instead of dimples, which I saved for my sister. I found different ways to entertain myself for the next four hours.
And then the miracle. We, which I shall now brag upon as the only brave family, had survived the trip from Trussville, Alabama to Perkasie, Pennsylvania. Without a trace of terrorism. We had won.
The service lady started singing The Doxology and thanking the Lord for letting us make it home safely. I remember my mom's smile as we dragged our luggage out of the barren airplane. Soon, we'd be home in our little white house, and I'd be the bravest 3-year-old alive.
Maybe because my brain had already developed to the point where I could remember things clearly, and my little understanding of the world made it possible for me to memorize the events that happened on that day.
On September the 10th, me, my parents and my sister (the other two weren't alive yet) departed from our average-sized house in Perkasie, Pennsylvania in a plane to visit our cousins in Alabama. We stayed in a place I can remember fuzzily and made the drive to Trussville the next day. Since it was six days until my 3rd birthday and this was the last time they'd see me before then, I vigorously tore the floral wrapping paper off of boxed gifts given to me by my father's side of the family at their dining table. Walls of nachos, salsa and assorted candy lined the granite countertops. I stuffed a handful of peanut M & M's into my relatively small fists and proceeded to run upstairs, babbling excitement-ridden gibberish. I went to pay a visit to the stuffed animals and playthings in my oldest cousin's room. She was the oldest in that family - however, I beat her to the age of 3 by a couple of months, as she was born in December of 1998 and I in September. I gawked at her toy keyboard and played the first seven notes of 'Yankee Doodle' in a highly synthesized violin sound, like a mockingbird trying to imitate a human being. I was awed at the glamorous pink bling coating the door and walls, many of which glowed if you pressed a supposedly magical button or switch.
Suddenly, sounds of something like anger, despair, and shock sounded from my cousin's downstairs living room. Like something out of a play I had seen in a theater in New York City, drama and fear flooded the halls and stairwell. I raced downstairs on my little toddler feet and saw that my family was watching the news. Boring. Then I looked at the screen - a building, and to my young eyes it looked like a chimney, a stepladder for Santa Claus. There seemed to be smoke clouds billowing out of the skyscraper. Sounds came from the television that you definitely wouldn't hear in American children's cartoons - shrieks and howls, the shaky voices of people sobbing, the roar of industrial chaos. I lurched up to my mother, who was sitting on the couch with her mouth gaping like a tunnel on a country interstate. I heard her utter the word 'Unbelievable.'
"Mommy," I mewed in a curious tone, "why is the building on fire?"
"They attacked it," she replied vaguely, sounding both fascinated and disgusted. I was curious as to who 'they' were and a question formed in my brain, but I pushed the thought aside and replaced it with a simple word. "Why?"
"I have absolutely no idea," she answered, "but New York City is only about 45 minutes from our town. Leaving is dangerous now. We won't be allowed to go back by flight." Confused as I was, I sat cuddled next to my mom. The rest of the family soon began to answer my inquiries. My aunt cried in her thick country accent, "I can't believe they killed themselves just to destroy other people's lives."
"Terrorists don't have any logic," my dad remarked.
"What's a terrorist?" I looked up at my mother.
"They think it's good to murder Americans," she retorted, not directing her anger at anyone in the room.
"That's not nice." I declared.
That night, I went to sleep stuffed with hot sauce and tucked into a fold-out bed in the basement. 'Lilo and Stitch' played on the television before me, and I watched attentively with my small insomniac eyes. Due to the fact that all flights to Perkasie were closed, we'd be staying at this house for a few more days, and I was excited. As the movie ended, I hopped up to play with a plastic kitchen set before returning to my light slumber.
When we came to the airport a few days later, they had just opened up flights, and it was still dangerous to get even close to the Northeast-New York region due to the crazed murderers lurking about. We had tickets, and we weren't about to ditch thousands of dollars to be safe. My parents were brave. When we passed through the gray metal ramp and into the plane, it was empty. The only people there were the manly flight attendant and the brown haired service lady with a ponytail. The reason for the plane's unnatural silence was haunting - nobody else dared enter the dangerous machine. Just one intentional wreck, and BOOM. Dead. As we braved the quiet ride home, I took out a piece of paper and carefully drew a self portrait. Since I couldn't correctly draw proportions, the finished figure looked like something my white cat at home coughed up. A single round ball made up the head and the abdomen, and two sticks with six fingers protruded forth as arms. A couple of vertical lines made up my feet, and six curved lines made up the hair. I dotted the eyes and gave the mouth blush instead of dimples, which I saved for my sister. I found different ways to entertain myself for the next four hours.
And then the miracle. We, which I shall now brag upon as the only brave family, had survived the trip from Trussville, Alabama to Perkasie, Pennsylvania. Without a trace of terrorism. We had won.
The service lady started singing The Doxology and thanking the Lord for letting us make it home safely. I remember my mom's smile as we dragged our luggage out of the barren airplane. Soon, we'd be home in our little white house, and I'd be the bravest 3-year-old alive.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Teh Ocean Surfz
I'm back from the beach.
On the way home, I lost my iPod. My life is pretty much over now. But I am okay with that.
We went to this bay thing before we left, and we found about 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 sea urchins and fiddler crabs. Oh, and there was apparently an alligator in there.
Here's a random eye I made.
On the way home, I lost my iPod. My life is pretty much over now. But I am okay with that.
We went to this bay thing before we left, and we found about 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 sea urchins and fiddler crabs. Oh, and there was apparently an alligator in there.
Here's a random eye I made.
We just went to a party that I was totally not ready for since I stayed up till 5:00 AM due to my insomnia. It was pretty fun~
xx Milky
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I do not have a fitting yet clever title to this post.
Can anyone tell what the anime inspiration for this photo was?
Kinda creepy, huh? 8D
I took a picture of myself and turned me into a Diclonius from Elfen Lied with gimp. o3o
I've actually never watched that anime, but I've read episode recaps and the plot is amaaaaazing :o
Sadly, I've never watched a horror movie. T-T
But yeahh. I have another piece of artwork that I did yesterday, but I'm not allowed to use it outside my dA account, so here's the link: http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/119/8/8/Alice_by_UsadaPyo.jpg
Today, I'm supposed to go on an eco-tour in a bay. We might see sea turtles. This entire vacation has been a dream. I keep expecting myself to wake up.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
With fronds like these...
Okay, so I've been at the beach for four days now.
Today, we drove for about an hour and a half just to get ice cream.
And then we went to this huge, extremely familiar looking playground that was made entirely out of wood and thin sheets of metal. I kept having pangs of nostalgia and deja vu.
One of the funniest things about it was that there was one of those tic-tac-toe spinny things, except it had different letters of the alphabet on it. It was fun making awkward phrases like 'Hot Nip Man,' 'Zip Pat Lap,' and so on and so forth.
We noticed that there was a bay sort of thing there, so we walked over. It was beautiful, so we tried to get closer, but it was really muddy. We got in it anyway.
The first thing we noticed were these clear squishy things, and we thought they were jellyfish. They didn't have tentacles, so we picked them up. It was funny.
"Eww, it's so cute!" "Awww, it's disgusting!" "Gross, it broke. Poor baby."
It turned out they were egg cases, and we were majorly creeped out then.
I got pinched by crabs about twenty times trying to pick them up, but I ignored the pain. I think that ticked them off.
Me and one of my many little sisters found something that looked like this:
And we thought it was adorable, so we called to our mom saying, "Mom! Come here! It's a thingy!"
She didn't believe us for a second, so at the very moment she came over, the cute little guy went down a hole. Sea creatures are not fond of my mom.
Anyway, I'm about to go watch some sea turtles, so yeah.
Today, we drove for about an hour and a half just to get ice cream.
And then we went to this huge, extremely familiar looking playground that was made entirely out of wood and thin sheets of metal. I kept having pangs of nostalgia and deja vu.
One of the funniest things about it was that there was one of those tic-tac-toe spinny things, except it had different letters of the alphabet on it. It was fun making awkward phrases like 'Hot Nip Man,' 'Zip Pat Lap,' and so on and so forth.
We noticed that there was a bay sort of thing there, so we walked over. It was beautiful, so we tried to get closer, but it was really muddy. We got in it anyway.
The first thing we noticed were these clear squishy things, and we thought they were jellyfish. They didn't have tentacles, so we picked them up. It was funny.
"Eww, it's so cute!" "Awww, it's disgusting!" "Gross, it broke. Poor baby."
It turned out they were egg cases, and we were majorly creeped out then.
I got pinched by crabs about twenty times trying to pick them up, but I ignored the pain. I think that ticked them off.
Me and one of my many little sisters found something that looked like this:
She didn't believe us for a second, so at the very moment she came over, the cute little guy went down a hole. Sea creatures are not fond of my mom.
Anyway, I'm about to go watch some sea turtles, so yeah.
xx Milky
Old Manips
This is an old manipulation I made when I had just learned about the 'Overlay' setting.
I never posted it to any of my sites, therefore, it's pretty much new.
I can't remember the location of the stock image D:
xx Milky
Nightmare
[The following photo is slightly macabre, so be prepared.]
Since I can't ever sleep, I barely ever have any good dreams--or bad dreams, for that matter. So I create my own.
I'm most inspired by musical projects like Owl City, Swimming With Dolphins, and Port Blue, as well as some movies like Avatar, Alice in Wonderland, Ponyo n stuffs.
(Don't tell me that those are completely unrelated unless you want to suffer the pain of watching an obese pink bunny eat cupcakes right before your eyes. Oh, and he doesn't share.)
Since I can't ever sleep, I barely ever have any good dreams--or bad dreams, for that matter. So I create my own.
I'm most inspired by musical projects like Owl City, Swimming With Dolphins, and Port Blue, as well as some movies like Avatar, Alice in Wonderland, Ponyo n stuffs.
(Don't tell me that those are completely unrelated unless you want to suffer the pain of watching an obese pink bunny eat cupcakes right before your eyes. Oh, and he doesn't share.)
I don't know what disturbed state I was in when I made this.
It was obiously after I got over my intense fear of severed limbs.
I guess that makes me a huge hypocrite. xD
Oh, and here's the original stock: http://supermalade-stock.deviantart.com/art/Legs-001-STOCK-93447119
xx Milky
Cheezburger Networks
There are some interesting sites I visit when I'm bored.
You all remember Lolcats, right? Those were cheesy.
I found some other ICanHasCheezburger sites that were entertaining, cute, funny, stupid, all of the above.
You all remember Lolcats, right? Those were cheesy.
I found some other ICanHasCheezburger sites that were entertaining, cute, funny, stupid, all of the above.
1.
http://epicute.com/ - Pretty much a blog about cute food and cool designs on food. There's another one similar to it called http://myfoodlooksfunny.com/ .
2.
http://failblog.org/ - Epic fail. The two awesomest words on teh interwebbz. Now in gallery form.
3.
http://engrishfunny.com/ - Asian translation fails.
4.
http://friendsofirony.com/ - Juxtaposition and irony wins.
You're on your own for the others, because I'm sort of in a hurry.
Okay, that was a lie.
But have fun~
xx Milky
-You're all I need for warmth-
One of the first original songs I ever wrote.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2Kij20Q5Dw
When I finally get a time set up to record in one of the two recording studios I've been offered to use, this is going to be the third track. I'm working on a new song called City Lights, which will be the first track, and it has lyrics as well, but I am not completely done recording it. The entire EP will be about six tracks, all of an electro/synth-pop genre.
The track listing so far is:
- City Lights
- Leave With What You Have
- Waves of Snow
- Our Heartbeat
- Starburst
- Silent Echoes [preview - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XSq0zRNd4M]
It's kinda fun because my family likes them as well. xD
Oh, and if you didn't notice, the video covers are my artwork.
xx Milky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2Kij20Q5Dw
When I finally get a time set up to record in one of the two recording studios I've been offered to use, this is going to be the third track. I'm working on a new song called City Lights, which will be the first track, and it has lyrics as well, but I am not completely done recording it. The entire EP will be about six tracks, all of an electro/synth-pop genre.
The track listing so far is:
- City Lights
- Leave With What You Have
- Waves of Snow
- Our Heartbeat
- Starburst
- Silent Echoes [preview - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-XSq0zRNd4M]
It's kinda fun because my family likes them as well. xD
Oh, and if you didn't notice, the video covers are my artwork.
xx Milky
Your lungs .c.r.y.s.t.a.l.i.z.e.
[Paint runs from your mouth like a waterfall.]
Lots of my surreal artwork has a song linked to it; preferedly a blurry, fuzzy song where you can imagine the objects depicted in an abstract way.
This is for a song called The Tip of the Iceberg.
When I do my art, I try to keep it simple, but then I end up adding too many decorations, which makes it look too busy. I need to work on that.
xx Milky
Monday, April 26, 2010
I Am Me
There is no other way I know how to start a random blog without introducing myself.
I will not just start listing facts about me, as the few people who are reading this will learn more about me in future posts.
But I will say that my name is not Bob.
And I, non-Bob, am inspired by my supernatural creator in heaven, abstract thoughts, dreams, and music.
If you have dared to follow this strange, surreal, distant, and random blog, then I congratulate you.
Daredevil.
>:D
xxMilky
(By the way, that pink streak isn't really there irl.)
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