A bit of this
Well, here I am, cooped up in my room for the past few days, or should I say at least until the middle of the next fortnight to come? It's not something I've come to enjoy doing, sitting in front of the damn computer screen, just typing away, think and hit the books in order to attain good grades. To think I would have never done something like this had I still remained in Malaysia, because I know that I did slack off more often than not, therefore bringing about a bit of well, badness to my score, so as soon as I entered uni in a foreign land, I decided to put in all my effort to buck up and whatever.
But as much as I'd like to admit, I'm not a computer genius, not one of those types who has been coding since he was ten years of age, starting off at BASIC and making his own compilers and all that as how they would have done so in the good ol' days. I for one, have started into this a little less than four years ago, being immersed into the basics that is programming in a patronizing wanker's institution (APIIT, as some of you might know), and thus I was given skills, but not without being made to understand what they were there for, and it was only in my second last year that I began to understand what the heck all those things were for, and how relevant the course materials were to my line of well, work and stuff.
And then somewhere along the way I discovered to date a talent which I knew had always been there, but never harnessed until somewhere in the middle of the first year of my studies: Writing. In all types, really, whether it was raising my thoughts such as these or in the way of fiction (I have them somewhere on the Net, will show upon request), poetry of the odd flavour and so on and so forth.
However, for the next few weeks, I'll be more than a little busy, therefore I won't be having enough time for other people, let alone myself, since I'm doing so much just to make sure that I try my best, because the first two years of my tertiary life, I have spent in having as much fun as possible. A fool I was, as I will be in many things, but in this I am less one than I was before.
But so is the beginning to things to come, no?
Currently listening to: Doro & Udo - Dancing with an Angel
By the way, the story behind the music video above is the result of searching far and wide for videos of the 80s metal queen Doro Pesch. Funny that though I would consider myself to be the prominent 80s rocker amongst all my peers, I have never heard of Doro Pesch until a friend of mine gave me a few songs with her in it, when she was still in Warlock. Something of a Lita Ford type, except she doesn't sing about love, fucking and sex so much, and sticks to the fantasy scale of things.
When I first heard Doro and her siren-like voice, I thought awesome! Why have I not heard of her before? Which was when I turned to seeking what she looked like, via Google and other means of medium, in this case being YouTube. After some searching, I came up with a few hits, and then this very odd-sounding love duet between her and Udo Dirkschneider, the lead vocalist of Accept.
Those of you familiar with Accept would recall his cackling tone (the same friend who gave me the Doro songs thought Udo had one of those old grandmother types that would be better suited for a Wicked Witch of the West sort). Some would say it's horrible, or just funny, though I would think that Udo has a unique way of expressing himself, that sounds pretty good for some of his metal tunes.
But definitely not something that I would have liked to hear in Dancing With an Angel. I mean, he gives the first impression of a respectable, middle-aged soloist, with his clean haircut and demure facial expression. At least until he opens his mouth, and then out comes the voice. Not the words, but the way they sound. Not something you'd want to be giving to a potential girlfriend, if you want to keep her, that is. My jaw dropped when he started singing, and I laughed.
If they wanted to keep it all German, should they have asked Klaus Meine (Scorpions) perhaps? He certainly has the voice for the mellow stuff.
I also made a comment to one of my other friends and told her that this is what Pastor Sam Evans might have become if she had cruised into the rock scene instead of singing praises to God. Your thoughts?