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My update earlier today was a terrible update, so I thought I'd do a real update before I disappeared into oblivion again for another week or two or three. If I said I was in London, I lied. I'm in Canada until tomorrow doing some promotional work for Neon Nights, and then it's back to London for a short rest. I've been on a few television shows lately and appeared in some Canadian magasines, so if you've seen me, that might be where.
On 6 September, I will be in Ibiza for a one-off performance at club El Divino. If anyone wants a taste of paradise for a day or two, I'd appreciate you coming to see me, it always makes it easier when there are familiar faces in the audience.
Two days later, I'll be in the United States for a several-day promotional work and tour. The venues and times have yet to be announced. My US trip will include a performance at the Billboard Dance Summit on 24 September. My US visit and brief tour is in preparation for the release of Neon Nights in the States. It's been a long time coming, and I'm looking forward to breaking out of the box and conquering new lands.
While all of this is going on, I'm still in talks with Mr. Luhrmann as to Strictly Ballroom, or as he mentioned last week, possibly a six-month Vegas stage run of Moulin Rouge in a theatre built just for the production, but no contracts signed yet on that, no word of when or where. I'm excited about the possibility of working with him; he's a talented, revolutionary director, and a great friend on top of all of that.
It seems like years ago I left Maui with Jake and Maggie, and I miss them both more than the world. Besides our mischievous midnightly escapades on the beach, I miss just about everything about Jake. His voice, his laugh, everything. I'm sorry. I know how sappy that sounds, and that's why I'll stop now. He has the power to make me that way though, and it terrifies me, in a way. Maggie is my best friend in the world, besides my sister. She makes me laugh and she's one cool chick, and I'd give up my pop star life to be like her.
This is quite frightening and true. I wish my father would piss off, occasionally. I love him to bits and all, but I live my life at my own pace, and certain things cannot be rushed. I have more faith in my lovely Kylie than I do in myself. I just...I used to think I wanted children. I don't think about the long-term that often. But when I do, I think it's something I could see myself doing, happy doing, enjoying. I wouldn't want my life for them, though. I wouldn't want them to be known as my children, I would want them to have a normal life.
And then there's that commitment issue that intertwines with children. I had sworn off relationships for good until Jake came into the picture, and heaven knows I swore off commitment. I was ready to settle down once in my life. I would have settled down, with Jacques, maybe had a family and a normal life. I don't think I was ready for it. I still don't think I'm ready for it. I fear I'll never be ready, and then I don't know if I want to be ready. I'm deathly afraid of commitment. Even the word. I've been betrayed too many times around to believe that commitment is a two-way street, that commitment lasts. Nothing lasts forever, it never really does.
Surprise, surprise, look who's making the news again. It talks about my feelings about venturing outside my UK success. As much as I'm happy and content with my UK success, I need to venture beyond it. If nothing ever comes of the US and Canada, I'm fine with that. I've tried and failed then. It's better than not trying at all. I also talk about the ways when mum and dad still tried to talk Kylie and I out of showbiz, and I wonder if we were daft for ignoring their pleas. Even if we were, it's too late now. I value my success and it's been a road and a half to get here, I just envy people with normal lives other days.
Lastly, don't laugh. You should have seen this poor lad's face after they pulled him out of the water. He was rather humiliated.
I don't know why this is so long, but I think it's all I have to say for now. I'm not going to be around as much for awhile, but I'll still be around here somewhere, and when I'm back, I'll be back with a vengeance. Before my schedule goes wild, I may or may not go spend some time with my family. By family, I mean extended, stopping at the house. I simply have to find Kylie and spend some time with her before I'm too busy to have a moment for myself, because I miss her lots. I also need to catch a showing of Cillian's Twenty-Eight Days with Gareth and Keira. I just came to the realisation that I miss Keira to bits. Surprise it's taken me so long to notice that. I also miss my lesbian lover Tor, Sir Adam the Dashing, and Duncan the kitten. Precisely why I need to head back to London, and play catch-up later this week.
I wasn't at all link-happy with this entry, pervs.
On 6 September, I will be in Ibiza for a one-off performance at club El Divino. If anyone wants a taste of paradise for a day or two, I'd appreciate you coming to see me, it always makes it easier when there are familiar faces in the audience.
Two days later, I'll be in the United States for a several-day promotional work and tour. The venues and times have yet to be announced. My US trip will include a performance at the Billboard Dance Summit on 24 September. My US visit and brief tour is in preparation for the release of Neon Nights in the States. It's been a long time coming, and I'm looking forward to breaking out of the box and conquering new lands.
While all of this is going on, I'm still in talks with Mr. Luhrmann as to Strictly Ballroom, or as he mentioned last week, possibly a six-month Vegas stage run of Moulin Rouge in a theatre built just for the production, but no contracts signed yet on that, no word of when or where. I'm excited about the possibility of working with him; he's a talented, revolutionary director, and a great friend on top of all of that.
It seems like years ago I left Maui with Jake and Maggie, and I miss them both more than the world. Besides our mischievous midnightly escapades on the beach, I miss just about everything about Jake. His voice, his laugh, everything. I'm sorry. I know how sappy that sounds, and that's why I'll stop now. He has the power to make me that way though, and it terrifies me, in a way. Maggie is my best friend in the world, besides my sister. She makes me laugh and she's one cool chick, and I'd give up my pop star life to be like her.
This is quite frightening and true. I wish my father would piss off, occasionally. I love him to bits and all, but I live my life at my own pace, and certain things cannot be rushed. I have more faith in my lovely Kylie than I do in myself. I just...I used to think I wanted children. I don't think about the long-term that often. But when I do, I think it's something I could see myself doing, happy doing, enjoying. I wouldn't want my life for them, though. I wouldn't want them to be known as my children, I would want them to have a normal life.
And then there's that commitment issue that intertwines with children. I had sworn off relationships for good until Jake came into the picture, and heaven knows I swore off commitment. I was ready to settle down once in my life. I would have settled down, with Jacques, maybe had a family and a normal life. I don't think I was ready for it. I still don't think I'm ready for it. I fear I'll never be ready, and then I don't know if I want to be ready. I'm deathly afraid of commitment. Even the word. I've been betrayed too many times around to believe that commitment is a two-way street, that commitment lasts. Nothing lasts forever, it never really does.
Surprise, surprise, look who's making the news again. It talks about my feelings about venturing outside my UK success. As much as I'm happy and content with my UK success, I need to venture beyond it. If nothing ever comes of the US and Canada, I'm fine with that. I've tried and failed then. It's better than not trying at all. I also talk about the ways when mum and dad still tried to talk Kylie and I out of showbiz, and I wonder if we were daft for ignoring their pleas. Even if we were, it's too late now. I value my success and it's been a road and a half to get here, I just envy people with normal lives other days.
Lastly, don't laugh. You should have seen this poor lad's face after they pulled him out of the water. He was rather humiliated.
I don't know why this is so long, but I think it's all I have to say for now. I'm not going to be around as much for awhile, but I'll still be around here somewhere, and when I'm back, I'll be back with a vengeance. Before my schedule goes wild, I may or may not go spend some time with my family. By family, I mean extended, stopping at the house. I simply have to find Kylie and spend some time with her before I'm too busy to have a moment for myself, because I miss her lots. I also need to catch a showing of Cillian's Twenty-Eight Days with Gareth and Keira. I just came to the realisation that I miss Keira to bits. Surprise it's taken me so long to notice that. I also miss my lesbian lover Tor, Sir Adam the Dashing, and Duncan the kitten. Precisely why I need to head back to London, and play catch-up later this week.
I wasn't at all link-happy with this entry, pervs.