Naturally so

5B next year. Sure, I know people there.
Got no close buddies though.
Shitty streaming. So qiao pick 40+ ppl and none of them are buddies.

Thinking about it makes me dizzy.
I can imagine everything next year will be like.
The cocktail of feelings and experiences really faze me.

Well that's life. Live it or lose it right? Maybe I should take French during Sejarah and go shoot arrows during Moral.

Stupid fantasies. Bad days made worse by wishing for the improbable.

"I was listening to the radio while Taylor Swift cried on the staircase, Lady Gaga turning her shirt inside out and Miley Cyrus letting her butterfly fly away."

Post by Wee Ren. Epic la this phrase.

爸，我回来了

Cramps

I have cramps said gramps who couldn't turn off the lamps.

Frequent onlining life pretty much over.
Back to just watching things when I go out, watching clouds from my windows, sitting around making funny noises, sleeping and eating.

NOT looking forward to school.
I have nearly nothing there seriously. Then again there are some things. People see each other too often to really appreciate friendship.
Just think and see how many friends you know would go all out, lose anything or everything for you?

The answer for the majority of us is a pretty little "0".
Yes you only got yourself an egg like Santa did, that's why we call him 剩蛋老人.

I'd post a nice picture I took didn't take but I don't have the camera and lens to take one.
So maybe I'll just leave you a nice view of an ugly bitch.
Oh wait you have one in your mirror.

A dummydumm state of mind

Yes I'm the new dummydumm.
Can't stop thinking about something stupid I did yesterday afternoon.
The old dummydumm agrees it was stupid.

I think I'm stupid for not being able to stop thinking about it, I think I'm stupid for thinking I'm stupid.

I know it's bloody late/early.
I'd relink my blog except I don't want to go around like some idiot saying "Hi relink me pls" to every blogger whose blog my link is on.

SHIT.
Jie Sheng please don't faint tomorrow when doing CG training.

I really hope you come tomorrow.
SHIT.

Shite of the week.

Ok so what band BODs used to do to me happened to Wee Ren. Yea he went to school on Saturday after NOT being informed that practice was cancelled.
I myself would have went if not for the fact I went online the previous night.

Went to Pyramid with mother and sisters to watch Avatar on Friday about 4. Sunway was as jammed up as a camwhorer's camera as usual. Watched some little kids following someone who was supposedly the big cousin or something, who were to be in the same cinema hall as me, and shift seats 4 times because they can't read simple letters and numbers.
Anyway, awesome movie, great theme, very the impressive music and grand effects.
Not many 3D popouts but it's worth watching a world better than ours in full dimensions.

Attendance for band. (YES I KNOW LA WEE REN, LIK WEI, THYE WAY, TZE JING, VERY FUNNY NUMBERS)
Friday's numbers were no better than Wednesday.
Thursday was cancelled.
Saturday was cancelled at last minute as stated above and I could be 20 bucks richer for work which I cancelled.
Wonder why we love band so much....==

Sunday? Sleep....Getting annoyed at sisters....Sleep....Wake up to an evening of onlining with nothing much to do. Went and cooked patolas, baked beans, eggs and rice and sorts.

Yes shite of the week is getting really pleasant looking right about now.
Only take off those overpowered specs you have on.

Ew.

Goodnight, Goodbye

Tomorrow I will leave forever. I know I'll leave some things behind. Some things I never knew about, I too leave behind. Perhaps I'll miss the moon. Perhaps the stars. Will I miss someone on the other side?

There will be farewells, or none at all. I don't really mind. Who's to blame for forgetting someone you don't see often? None but fate, if one believes in it. Blame destiny, blame God, blame your parents, blame your teachers, blame your friend.

Blame oneself. Blame none. See all. See nothing. Know all. Know nothing.

Before I leave on the path of cold stone, shall I regret another day not well lived? Shall I cringe at leaving my loved ones? Shall I worry about the debts unpaid to my debtors? Shall I want any happiness got gotten?

Before I leave on the unknown road, shall I make peace with myself? Shall I tell my loved ones before I go? Shall I settle all debts and collect all debts to my family? Shall I take anything on my long road to nowhere in particular?

No.
I leave only a memory, and a song.
For all to sing, that I lived.

Goodnight my little piano player
Goodbye my shining star.

Non-clarity

So what's worth it really?
Nothing I guess.
People all freaking out when they think about what 2012 might bring.
Some crazy religious fanatics all going around forcing people to convert to their respective religions instead of living the life taught by their respective religions...
Some people just break into depression.
Some people just get stoned?

Funny how when you meet someone who likes apples, you think of them whenever you eat an apple.
When you meet someone who tells you when you look at the time and it says 11:11, someone's thinking of you, you think of them when you see that time on the clock.
So hypothetically you meet someone whom you really like who gets constipated a lot.........?

I'm still trying to imagine someone sitting on a toilet seat looking both dreamy and constipated.
=P

Watching the leaves turn to ash

It's a thing that I've been dying to gush for years.
I feel I speak for more than just myself.
This isn't about me.
It's about everyone who's not in the Form 4 Seafieldian clique.
It's about speaking for those who don't have voices.
Or are unable to use them.
Maybe I'm one of them without voices, only the nexus of society knows.

Have you ever had your birthday forgotten?
Sounds awful huh?
Well, we don't really mind, and that must sound hard, but it's not.
Because we know that life is complicated enough without memorizing random dates.
I don't mind people forgetting my birthday really.

Not everyone has/had a Facebook account for birthday reminding to work.
Heck, people forget despite the reminders.
Sometimes people simply don't care.

I look at how people sign off birthday cards for others and I wonder:
How come I don't get anything like that?
I BARELY GET 5 BIRTHDAY WISHES PER YEAR.
And well I don't expect much, except that people from Seafield remembered SK's birthday and not mine.
You're probably wondering what SK has got to do with this whole thing I'm bitching about.

Our birthdays fall on the same day.

I see people getting their dream products.
That cool guitar effect pedal, an iPod, an iPod touch, an mp3 player....
Really cool expensive stuff which a whole bunch of people contributed to to make possible.
Even I am wondering why I'm not envious of that.
They all get gifts.
You all get gifts.

Us, the ones that don't fit in much or not at all?

No.
We're not even given a mere memory.
And guess what?
We don't even care.
At least not anymore.

Dread

Looking at the calendar for next year alone daunts me, it almost terrifies me.
I hate the anticipation of many things, resenting more Sejarah, more Moral, sucking at more Physics and Add Math, etc etc.
People finding the fact that I don't study for exams weird....
I could get a PhD just knowing what to expect.

People all need money, question is where does money come from?
Money is abstract, it only exists because we agree that it does.
If one day everyone agreed that money is just paper,
What the hell are those things for?

It takes a long time for anyone to fathom emotions.
Are they really hormones?
Why does it take so long to just figure that out huh?

After thinking for a long time.
The only thing I need now to get anywhere in the world or do anything, the only damn thing missing from my life, is damn money.
Oh why couldn't I lack in something else instead of something so trivial yet so out of reach.

Not That I Didn't Try

Working tomorrow.
Hopefully not many people will be going to the clinic. Insurance forms are complicated.

Distressed today. Whole day was about food, had heavy breakfast, mum made me eat lunch (wan tan mee) which I didn't want, followed mother out for her tosai at 6pm, had to finish her veggies.
I feel nauseous when I'm full and people talk about food, prolly won't want dinner....

Feels like going out for excursions with people. Only no excursions are planned and I don't know how to plan one.
What you want to go Sunway? You actually gonna buy anything from the shops? Expensive food, expensive games, expensive time.
Summit, nothing much either.
Mamak? Anytime can go.
Houses? Parents allow?
Have party, got a good reason?
Go birthday parties, are you even invited?

Yea, and ppl call me anti-social, or say I'm anti-social so they don't invite me.
Here's the punch line.

I've never been invited to anything since Form 1 by class or school mates.
And you say I'm anti-social?

Music & Magic

Malcolm Ball.
Honestly the only examiner I have met who didn't make me nervous.
Salut.
I have a strange feeling I might get merit, or even distinction this time.
Not getting hopes up though.

Going to work on 3 coming Saturdays at Klinik Kok USJ4. I'm afraid of screwing something up, I can't deal with the medicine fast enough and my mother keeps saying my hand-writing is fugly so I keep fumbling with my pen. There are going to be some shitty f***kers who don't give a dam that the clinic is understaffed and are fricking impatient to be served.

Damn prodigies.
Damn patriotism.
Damn ungrateful rich bastards.
Damn the fricking idiots who make other people rich and complain their whole fricking lives about being poor.

I feel like going on a ranting rampage.
But why bother with the human race?

A postcard from the sea

As requested~
Very nicely done middle finger camera here.
Hey you!~
(Notice the two lovebirds behind, in a candid!)

Thought

This was what my work place looked like before the Yuk Chai joint concert. Probably will never look that way after Form 5.

Tze Jing caught in what seemed like a really good mood just now.
We both got kinda hyper with the capitals.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I feel like sharing stupid things.
Because you laugh, other people laugh, you laugh, other people laugh.


Thinking of ways to make money out of the little I have, stocks aren't legal yet, renting my books is unethical, charging for intellectual services is unethical...
I'd prefer earning the things I want.
Because I'd deserve them.

I'll share you a melody next time eh?

What do you see?

What is death?
Perhaps a frightening abyss of darkness and chaos.
Perhaps nothingness.
Perhaps 9 circles of hell you traverse to ultimate doom.

Maybe...

It's a land far across the sea, and in your dreams, this unknown wonder calls to your soul.
Everything is hued an uncanny, tranquil white, you glimpse the faraway sands, wondering what lay in the sanctum of the land, concealed behind a wood just thick enough to shield the treasures that lay beyond.

Death is just another journey in another land.
Or is what we call "life" the other land?

Maybe death isn't so bad after all.

Transitions

Wee Ren just told me about this book he read about 2012.
Some pretty interesting stuff about the 5th dimension.
And how only the humans who adapt the fastest will survive.
Ceaselessly interesting and mind-boggling.

Me I'm feeling my loss in years.
So many <9 year olds about grade 5-7 in both violin and piano.
Shit shit shit.
I hate prodigies.

Rain Makers Forever

Had some hell of a time when wind and rain struck right after our finishing of YMCA. Not the first time. Good times seem all too short for me. Pity.
Good times are now.
Me looking at the form 2s' in band, wishing I had more time to spend in the band.
You feel like yourself, no facades needed, no pretending, no secret grudges or unresolved conflict, there's some solidarity.
Heck we don't even mind our smells of sweat.
Perhaps it's because it smells of passion and perseverance?

Maybe in the future, when we each part from SSB, when we hear, see or play any one band instrument, we'll think of those fun, senseless, stupid, feckless, eventful and fun days together.
Makes me wonder if we'll ever be in contact in future,
Shall we have a band reunion?
Shall there still be unconditional bonds through music?
Or are these simply the dreams of a hopeless sentimental?
I hope not.

Imagine that moment, the last time you'll ever pick up your instrument and make some music with fellow band members, and then to never pick up the instrument ever again in future, only to imagine and relive the moments of music in recordings played by others...

Too sad to let it happen.
How many will actually continue playing their instruments in the future?

Time seems all too great a teacher, if only she doesn't kill both the dreams and memories of her students and the very memory of them.

Driven To The Edge Of Contemplation

Before this comes a phase where you like being alone.
Lots of more stages in between. But it's all irrelevant.
My titles are getting more and more non-comprehensive.

I recently read the Star and saw the comments sent via SMS by a reader that had "an hotel" in it.
And we actually learn this in kindergarten. If this is taught and the mistake is still made, will grammar education actually help improve the standards among Malaysians? All educators I know say: No.

Malaysians are pretty good at getting what we want. Only thing is sometimes what we aim for isn't enough. What's with all the memorizing in school without practical application? No one knows really how we use additional maths in reality, maybe in physics if you're an engineer, but who knows what else? Does memorizing everything by the book help us discover things? Does memorizing make us smarter?

In Seafield we don't have too many juicy tales of mishaps and follies of students, maybe the too often epic failure copulations and the way some of us treat toilets. But we have people in all forms, shapes, sizes and intelligence memorizing facts and reciting books short-term.
Objective?
To get flying colours for each and every examination. A fine goal, be assured.
.....But let the flying colours fly by each and every time, and learn absolutely nothing each year.

We produce many straight A students, but why don't their results reflect their capabilities at all?
Our school system kills creativity and innovation.
Face it, embrace change, adapt, or get wiped out.

Scenes From The Inconspicuous

Quiet, serene surroundings...
And the blare of a distant car horn....
A walk down this middle-class street isn't a very interesting one.
You'd probably never walk down this street in the first place.
But it's got beautiful sunsets.

Self

Forgotten what it's like to be a little kid wanting to know so many things.
Then the world teaches you that mistakes cannot be made, and only the ones afraid of ever going wrong don't make mistakes. They are also the people who lose out on what life has to offer.

Make that marginally embarrassing mistake in front of class and you learn it's not worth getting humiliated just because you wanted to learn something new.

We also have unsympathetic people who judge to damnation someone before assessing the situation and possibilities. Judging ain't easy to be good at.

Conformists...
Spiked hair and low socks make us bad ass kids who won't abide the law and D students for exams?
Blurting out the inappropriate conversation topic at the wrong time on occasion labels us?
Indeed, it takes a lifetime to build a good reputation but it only takes one second for the whole thing to return to the earth. Bloody overused saying but who the hell actually gave a damn about it?

Looking back on the past. Primary friends usually don't last. Usually only one or two actually remain close to you. Raise your hand if that's true.

Tired of being right about every human folly including my own but never happy.
Sometimes I feel ignorance is bliss.

Blog looking more and more emo.

Dead Meat

I have not much to talk about but problems and problems.

I don't like complaining about them. It's burdening enough without other's pity.

I didn't go to my 6C/2005 class reunion.
I didn't go to Lick Hung's carnival.
Yes I'm not very fond of crowds and senseless hahas.

Transportation FROM school has become an issue after the Kesas management blocked the fence I pass to go home, and transporters are either full or problematic. People stay either to near to Seafield or too far.

Sure, walk the long way. Double my usual walking time from 20 minutes to 40.

I'm dead meat thanks to a series of events which turned out most unfortunate for me.

Atrophy & Decadence

After the holidays it seems our school Seafield has gone through some regression.

Let's see,
The bell won't work.
The PA system is defunct.
The fans and lights won't even malfunction.

Basically we just lost all electrical power.

Oh wow an emulated ancient civilization in the school.
We smell like barbarians who somehow got hold of some fugly uniforms. These barbarians gave me hearing overload this morning. I am totally fazed.

You know this has been bugging me for years now.
In Seafield, we have people who walk together, and take up the whole corridor/stairwell. Well that's perfectly fine with me, I don't own the corridor.
But will you please effing walk faster or let traffic pass you feckless pack of ingrates?

Come to think of it, we're all regressed to the brink of insanity.
Once again I feel obligated to advocate another one of the brilliant links The Hann gives me.
Wisdom
(expect explicit exposition)

Hi I am exams. I was designed to make you study like shit two weeks before I come. This is to ensure student's complacency levels are refreshed every semester. Part of my job description is to confuse and confound both students and teachers alike. I also have the uncanny ability to cast the illusion of superior intellect upon those who have brains who have no practical intelligence nor analytical intelligence but can memorize anything but not understand a shit.

Cringe~

Few days ago this boy called me saying in Chinese:

"Dad, something bad has happened to me" (crying).

Ol' jolly Johnny Wong Koh Jin said it was my son from the future.
Funny things spew from his overloaded mouth of humor.
Sure, now we have a time warp opened through my phone cables.
Indefinitely COOL~

I hate violin bridges with too small an arch.
Oh I'm playing G string and suddenly I hear the D string sound.
Oh cripes the bow caressed the D string I need to realign my bow.
Oh damn no sound from the G string.

Say no to half-sized cellos.

Reasons To Be Anti-Social

http://bigcigars.tumblr.com/post/62289054/10-reasons-to-be-antisocial

This deserves a place on my wall.
Hail the Goddess that is Sher Hann for this incredible link.

Qingyin Oh Qingyin

Wonder where this came from. Just popped in response to her bimbos tic post here.

And as the days went by,
Qingyin's head went high in the sky.
So high it count not be found,
even when Jie Sheng looked all around.
I read Dr. Suess.
Qingyin the dumb blond, don't let her loose.

I feel an epic fail coming on....

Craving A Dream / Foraging In The Dark

Finding something you can't perceive at all.
That takes a lot of faith in that something huh?

What's the cliche? People say to follow your dreams. Some say so, but they actually don't apply it in their lives. Trying to press upon you the remnants of their own broken dreams.
And by the way, shards hurt.

Well sometimes we were brought up to not have a dream, to follow everything the elders say.
That's right Frank, lawyer is in your blood. No blowing your obscenely big Tuba until you've read these cases.
Or maybe we don't really know what we want to do because we can't find that elusive passion/interest. Then we wonder what's the point of learning too much of something we don't really know if we need or want to know.
Maybe this evokes certain feelings of regret or nostalgia.
Maybe we miss being kids, ignorant and innocent, running free and happy on open expanses of green plains and majestic thrones of forest and ice with the wisps of the sky dancing in the distance.
Those kids are still in those empty shells waiting to emerge and revive the hollow creatures they laid dormant in.
But shame, those green plains only exist in dreams now.
And dreams are dying.

Nothing corporeal exists in the mist of the unknown.
Only illusions, shadows, incantation beings and eerie voices.
And so many are afraid to forage.
Perhaps afraid of what they might find.
Truth is truth.
But sometimes, truth bites.

And it hurts a lot at the best of times.

Panoramic Vision Unleashed

"Happy patrons strolled along the atria carrying booties in plastic bags, depicting the failure of the mall’s efforts in promoting environmental conservation. ‘Bring Your Own Bag’ posters were placed all over the place - on walls, pillars and anywhere with a vertical flat surface. They chopped down a forest to instill awareness among shoppers. Walking alone, I saw the world. Defined, but not refined."

Hann Goddess showed one of the best sides of irony.

This is the part where Gustine says:
"HAHA! OWNAGE! LOWL!"

I remember Marcus Pee telling Jun Wei about his loss of respect for some teachers this year. Well Marcus I can definitely say you're not alone on this. The prevalent petulance to even pay in attention in class is all too conspicuous. This isn't my personal opinion but it seems some teachers have been getting all stressed and doing idiotic things of late. Poor minds, those neurons must be dying of exhaustion, they can't even control themselves.

Went for band earlier today. Pretty much know who is going to be an even mildly devoted member next year. People don't usually change much. The promoted B.O.D.s were marginally unnerved by their new authority and title. Wee Ren kept referring to me during warm ups. I'm no professional so I'm not really the one to check with on everything, sorry. Was surprized I could still play Euphy decently enough. Been having affairs with the woodwinds for too long I can barely remember how to kiss Euphy properly.

Merely informing people of their errors seems futile at present. Mind you, I'll have to tell about 5 or so people the difference between "flaws" and "errors" and "shortcomings" and "mistakes" and "failures". The only thing that transcends all the radio static is sardonism and sarcasm. Mind you, that's as a last resort.

Although most of the time you run out of options pretty fast.

Watch the skies

Hypocrites.
Everybody is one I guess. The only variable is the magnitude of hypocrisy.

There's another kind of person you meet in about every 2 in 40.
No word for it though.

The kind that's weak to the very thing they dish out.

Play Pokemon and you know it's the GHOST type that's weak to itself.
Play some RPGs and you know its the Mind type that's weak to itself.
But whatever...

SOME bullies dish out bullying because they're afraid of getting bullied.

SOME people capriciously switch from serious to joking mode and vice versa faster than the speed of light with rapid oscillation and titanic amplitudes to avoid any commitments or find an excuse to be mad at the world.

SOME practical jokers, like some ex-friend of mine who got all f**ked up when we were in Form 1, dish the jokes out to be automatically "The Practical Joker" and not "The Practical Jokee", but when someone grabs hold of the manual override, boom. Depression.

Makes lots of sense.
Life's unfair, so let's make our own version of life and hope we can overwrite God's computer program.

Monotony in A

Seriously, what is it with songs in A huh?

Db songs are way cooler sounding. Though more of a hassle to sight-read.

Anyway I missed band today...So sad being unable to get any pity-transport eh?

Something for SSB members to note:
Know that myth that woodwind players shouldn't blow brass and vice versa?
Well, it's only true if you don't practice your embouchure and technique well enough.

So if this myth is really a fact, SSB players really don't practice much.
If this is true, no mystery why we sounded so soft only two instruments were more resounding during competition.

Better not let it happen....Again...Eh?

To the beach....?

*French accent*
Ah....Bikini Bottom....


Port Dickson actually. Went over the weekend.
Got some nice pictures.Someone drew a shark in the sand, found it on a walk on Temasek Beach

Cochin Lookout

Low Tide

High Tide

Pet Farm

Lovebirds on my balconyBy DayBy NightThe Spa...Fancy thatThe Sunday Storm
Particularly proud of this picture

A simple thought...

Time seems to pass slowly when you're going through it.
It only seems to pass so fast when it's all already over.

Are we really going to waste it doing things not remotely high on our want to do list? OK, not everything you do is something you want to do, but not everything you do should be something you don't want to do.

I hear more complaints of school being boring these days, but no matter.

Soon the deaths will come and schools will panic, finally panic.

Really want to wait for the bodies to drop en masse before "official" action is taken?

Q: Heresy?

What is heresy really?

"Heresy is anything the Church says it is."
-Some quote

Lament

Maybe no one can hear the notes.
My songs never carry the same melody.
It seems easy to make something up without trying.
But when I try to play something with intention.

All inspiration is lost.
I have to resort to free humming and playing songs in my mind and in the air on my hands.


Shame.


Grammar does not help improve English. Just ask any decent English teacher.
If they don't know, they're not decent.


Back to singing a blend of life.

Uneasy Tranquility

Soon the ripples will form and spread.

Nothing is stable.
And I guess that's the way we humans like it.
Gives our puny lives a greater cause.

Wonders why I'm triple posting.

Seems that I'm having torrents of meaningless thoughts running through my head.
And I'm writing all this out of being unable to make sense of any of it.

Seems that I need doses of bittersweet things again.

I have grown ignorant of some things after realizing others.

Shame grows as I realize more of my imperfections.

But why does pride grow when I have nothing to be proud of?

Needs an editor.
I can't stand having to explain my posts because of ambiguity.

Double posting for the worst time ever I think.

Funny life. Had another one of those moments where you float out of your body and you wonder what the hell you really are on Friday.

Not the best of times.

Just thought of this.
Raising sensitive issues is one thing, what about overreacting to them?

SH made me realize some points about my style of writing.

I make myself sound way cocky.
True enough, I realized its truth after several re-readings.

Do forget this.

Afterall I'm still a nobody.

Barely, but still...

" Why practise so hard? You'll never beat the giants. You're never gonna be one. "
- Some ex-band teacher

How is it that a "servant of God" is telling others that something is impossible? How ironic. Oh you may or may not know who she is but if you do, you GET my point...

Hold your piss, how can a band teacher demotivate his/her own band?

With allies like this, who needs adversaries?


And the few envious seafield bandies, don't envy me. It took me 16 years to learn the flute in 2 days and other stuff. And I wasn't given more than any of you, I pay for my talents by sucking in other aspects.

Maybe you feel the same.

Dare To Fail

I had a go at actual conducting by request of Lavy on Saturday.I guess I didn't do too well. Although I did actually manage to pinpoint and correct some minor (and possibly major) faults/errors/mistakes/flaws or whatever you want to call them. Yea, more egoistic words might just spill.

Sher Hann had a rather amusing idea of writing a true account what you did in band, for band or to band, in letter form and sealing anything along with it in an envelope. But to what point and purpose if no one reads it though?Anyone care to explain? I'm kinda slow these days.

Some may or may not have noticed that I've been rather insensitive or quick to diss the past few practices. Assuming it's safe to assume that some band members actually read this tiresome, egoistic, lonely blog of mine, I offer my apologies to anyone who I may or may not have wronged and may or may not know it.Oh, wordplay.

Wee Ren introduced to me this insteresting piece "Flight of Valor" which Lick Hung's band played for the IOI mall contest back in his Lick Hung days. Have to get the song somehow.... Very insteresting stuff.Mundaneness comes to the minds of many a band member when one speaks of practicing Singapore Rhapsody. Yea, SSB has been playing this song for too long.
And guess who wants to show off some more quotes of his...

"What is passion without effort, or effort without passion?"

"He who studies for good results will learn nothing from studying; He Who studies for knowledge, will learn all."

I guess I've decided, a Trombone and a Tenor Sax. Maybe an Alto in future.


"I'm not going because I want to die, I'm going because I want to find out if I truly lived."
- Spike, Cowboy Bebop

When you have truly lived, you die with no regrets.

Fading Ideas

I made a cool composition somewhat like a prelude today.

Great....But for the fact I can't remember how to play it again...

Got to try harder....


Woodwinds and Brass instruments need lots of care...More than the band members are having the time to do.

Brass instruments need to be dried and aerated after playing. Also they need to be cleaned out at least once every 3 months. Some mild soap is plausible and the water musn't be hot.

Woodwinds need to be dried out too, and aerated. Then there's the tedious task of wiping off your sweat which will eat away the instrument's finish and cleaning out the inside of the instrument. There's also making sure the pads that seal the holes air-tight don't soak up and swell, affecting your playing.

No mystery why our instruments rot.

Erudition

These words speak for themselves. Enjoy the profound truths you may or may not find.

"There is no man of the march today"
- Cheng

Yea smart, turn the band members against each other....

"Don't care if PIBG doesn't support you, most importantly you have to support yourselves"
"This band (SSB) can absorb one"
-Samuel

"It's damn weird turning to the right while facing front while holding the flute cause the flute also faces the right"
- Flutists

"Water....."
-Band Members

"Secondary school standard is 32-counts (long note)"
- Jit Qi

"Compete in Section A better, at least if you lose you're beaten by the greatest."
-Mr Mah

"I don't understand lo, we sacrifice so much to go for pratice yet we get scold and the people who didn't come can enjoy their bed at home and not get punished the next time they come"
- Anonymous SSB Member

Removed by request of an anxious Sher Hann.
-Sher Hann


That's it about band I guess. Now for my epiphany.

"Though we are born equal, perhaps we are each given an equal chance to be unequal. Greater than some, or most others of our own age, perhaps older."
- Me~

Shake Em' Off

Cousin Carlyn calls herself Ga Young. Korean fan~
Now we both play the flute. Oh yay.

Playing jazz and blues is definitely appealing to me, but I can't seem to comprehend how the improvisations and rhythms fit and I end up making contraptions of crap.
Myxolydian chord....
Whole tone chord...
Pentatonic (this is fun) chord.

Music is as simple as it seems to you peeps out there. Being good at music is more than getting your Grade 8 cert. Any musician can practice like mad and earn a pass or better. But trust me, you don't know any better about music after the exams.


Yea shaken exams off for this week, parents are out-of-state and dropped me n' the jing sister off with the music schoolians. Glad I didn't have to take Sej 1 but I wanted to take Chemistry...

Dying to play in an orchestra. I'll be the first brass player for AMS and AMPAC, woot.
Anyone has Kenny G's album?

On a much brighter note, band is coming back. I'll get to learn the single reeds and perhaps practice the French Horn. Once more I'll be back to blasting your ears off with my Euph/Bari Horn. Thye Way aka "Star Performer" will be featured in the ear piercing on Bb Trumpet in Estancia backed by the Bb Clarinets, Tubas, Tenor Brasses, Horns and Saxes.
Get ready for some hot bandie action~ Harharhar

Maybe I'll grab one of the Trombones from the puny trombonists (oppsey) and make the hall tremble.

"YOU!!! YOU BOW TO DIS SWING BLAST OF MINE!"

Just me being random.

Nothing Significant

Not very sure what this post is going to be about.

Everyone seems to have blues about love, exams, money....
Yea you're even blogging several posts about it. It's natural to do so. Bloody annoying when you ramble and get too explicit. What's the point of telling everyone each and every way you flunked your Maths?
But don't worry, we ALL flunked.
And most of all, schools flunked the environmental crisis awareness test. We're wasting paper and ink here, photocopying causes excessive carbon dioxide emissions, perhaps the monoxides too.

I think I've said this before, our world is either dead or dying. I wouldn't prefer either one.
I'm watching people at my age going through a stage I went through a while ago. Does that make them stupid? I don't think so, but that kinda disproves the theory that we're all equals.

Kinda more like we're born with equal rights, but not with equal ability or skill.
It can't be equal cause we all have different distribution of traits and talents.
Prodigies pay for their skill with a sucky something else.
Some pay with inability to comprehend beyond simple.
Some have to pay with health issues.(Frankly, these people die young)
Some others seem to pay with nothing at all.
But who knows?

Why are you reading this?
Ain't nothing you can't find from a mind of your own.

Dance With My Father Again

Something cool I found.
Enjoy.

Test Pad Blues

I've been asking people for test pads and pads....

Oh did you say PADS?

Physics 3 might just blow me...I'm not really up to date with my physics.....

Don't even get started on history....

Went to Dom and Gary's place on Wednesday. Quite a nice house. Outside you get a nice view of Megamall's ads including Cold Storage. Simple enough and the kitchen was...how to say...intriguing.

Chelsea the cocker spaniel looks like a black blues singer. She likes running away from me then coming back...Then running away....
Gary says Bari sax is.....saxy~
Checked out its sound on YouTube and WOW....



Now I'm into Soprano sax, Tenor sax and Baritone sax. Although I must say reading Eb transposing instrument's scores is quite the annoyance. Somehow I don't find Alto sax's sound so appealing. Baritone is so cello-like, tenor sounds alike with the viola and soprano is just...sweet and mellow at the same time.

Though exams are something important, non-major ones are more like self-assessments. Seriously, what impact does this exam have on your life?

Tis' be The Bandies Cove. Both musicians and music illiterates alike, ye' beware our BLAST!

Warmth

Even froggy plays the sax.

Found two kittens in my front yard. Mommy came later with another kid. Cool... My home has had lots of history of kittens born.

Sweeeet~

Borrowed a flute. Started learning on Thursday. Progressing pretty well.
Know the fingerings for all the notes now. But I doubt I can play as well as Marcus Lee.

Next on my list, practice french horn, practice sax, learn clarinet.

Oh my god I'm considering getting into flute. Cornetto better give me Durian Runtuh of 50k to spend on instruments.

Seeking Solace Within

Why do adults always have good intentions, great intentions even, but they always use the wrong media or method?
They often get very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very CONDESCENDING.

Since I was a kid, the only support I get from my parents is financial support. Be it through the house, the food, transport or books. It's only financial support. In my long 16 years, never have I gotten any mental or emotional support. But actually I'm partially thankful for this fact. Without it I wouldn't be where I am right now. I'm stronger than people at my age, even many older ones.

The father psychos you, the mother bitches by giving you the silent treatment, and then later when you try to settle up, she says you are ignoring her.

Don't get me wrong, parents always want the best for their children. But again, they always do it the wrong way, just like any other adult. Most of the time. Nearly always.

No matter how much your parents screw stuff up, you're gonna love them anyway. Even if we say we hate them, it's usually cause we can't stand to care anymore. Disappointment after disappointment hardens us up and we take our own small steps, and if we don't conceal our movements, our parents strive to bring us down under false impressions that we don't know what we're doing.

Show us the way if you think we're wrong, but please don't try to control us. Even God lets His children go their own way, but He guides them along the way. God doesn't have the remote control to your brain. Why should parents have the remote to ours?

Why should we submit to the school norm? What if your passion isn't included in the school curriculum nor the co-curriculum? We do it outside the school. But still your parents want force you to go through the school stuff. Even if you just don't get science, the point of add math or something else.

My point is, we know what we're doing. We're smart enough to know that. If we make mistakes, show us right from wrong, and let us continue our journey on the long road unharnessed. The only reason anyone does anything is because they want to, and against better reasoning - is right. Why does the thief steal? His financial needs obviously precede his well-being on the importance scale.
Sometimes, we need to do a little evil to do a far greater good.
That's already one kind of self-less sacrifice.

Adults get to do anything they want because they don't have their parents to control them (and often they do exactly what their guardians did to them to their own offspring or adopted children). Be it the book or movie they want to read, the work they have to complete or enjoy doing, the meal they prepare for their family's next meal, often late at night; adults do it because it's important to them.

Why can't we, the children, do the same?

Foraging Through The Dead Leaves

Decent Trombone: RM5k-7k
Decent Alto/Soprano Sax: RM 3-7k

Donation or sponsorship anyone?

My mouth got numb on Friday. Shit, after the practice in the hall, all my high notes went awry on the field.

Band has got jerks and weirdos.
Jerks are worse off.
We need filters to get jerks off the drill team.

Speaking of other jerks, they are contributing to my bad reputation.
Yea go spread your poisonous rumours.
I have immunity.

Looking To The Distance

I feel like I'm right there. So precariously placed. The sun isn't treating us too bad lately. I've lost a little tan.... But not much else is clearing up. Cloudy thoughts...er....cloud me relentlessly now. Wonder which is the main course?

Everybody has got problems. Yea, when you get too explicit with your life, BUMP comes the dumps, no one wants to bother anymore. Am I being too descriptive that your nerves are tingling? I'm sorry then.

I was thinking, we should have opted for concert instead of drill. Since PIBG isn't supporting us bandies anymore, figure we should have another form of fund income other than annual fees. Once we exhaust the resources, poof goes Mr Mah?

On a topic related to the swine flu. If any one of us friends says goodbye, know I love all you guys. We're this close to having the next influenza pandemic rampant. The age of birds and boars have come.

Some may have germ warfare in mind.
Bring pigs to the band competition.
Haha.

Reluctance

Big disappointment when Pn. Wang said the band was banned from doing anymore concerts. There are actually two types of bands, marching band and concert band. Why not be both?
EVERYONE went "Har......" or wore "WTF" expressions on their faces. Our name isn't "Pancaragam", our name is "Seafield School Band" with stress on every word.

I don't know, I have to "give face" to stuff I don't care about these days. I'm actually restrained and oppressed from doing what I want. Sheesh. This is no longer delayed gratification, this is cold-blooded suppression.

On a funnier thought, I actually like guiding trombonists, even if it means more juniors to train. Plus a senior friend Zek Zhao.

We the band members are a weird bunch. Cheng says to do the breathing exercises, but after doing basic warm-ups and running (sometimes the strenuous push-ups and sit-up all in one go):

"On the field. Set 0"

Apparently they forgot. I was wondering what happened at one point. Can't exactly remember why I didn't speak up though. Cause of all the twists? Irony over irony over irony. So inexplicable. I've got nothing to say, my rants just got proven today, and trust me, I rather be happy about band than be right about my prediction that all this time we were working for an already lost cause.

I hate the sound clarinet mouthpieces make by themselves.

"PAET~"

Mesmerized

I was mesmerized by two dancing lights above my head. I just smiled.

Apparently Thye Way has got fans in the band, hearing the stories I was laughing my head off. Gosh I sound like I'm insulting him. The way I heard them described, hoho, I wanted to scream:

"HORMONES"

4E had no EST today cause Pn. Doris wasn't around. I met up with the afternoon session band gang at the canteen and we had some major randomness-sienzation crisis. Mr. Siew Chin Yi needs to stop touching Yi Qian, haha. Your trombone is long enough so make sure your hands aren't, AHAHAHA.
Uhhh, Trombones FTW!

It's hard for me to remember that these people are two years younger than me. I got painstaking reminders of that when I got some of their e-mails. The "_1995". Ouch, I feel so old.
I would have load of reasons to miss Form 2 if I had friends like them back then - big gang,all gags. But of course, no time for wishful thinking of the past.

Found so many blogs today, just Google one small thing and viola. Dah jumpa pun Puan Heng (sudah kahwin ke, Yi Qian?) , Sook Lee, Yi Le, Thye Way dan John Goh punye blog. Mungkinlah aku ini sudah tertinggal dengan orang semua ini. Macam-macam gossip dan pose ada kat blog.

What am I typing?!

The movie on TV2 was interesting, Double Jeopardy. Apparently if you're accused of killing someone who is still alive, you can kill them "again" in front of hundreds or even millions and the law still can't touch you. Loophole in a loophole, amazing.

I don't have anything against crushes in particular, but having feelings for someone based on first impression isn't the smartest thing humanity has done, although not the dumbest. You don't even know the person well enough and suddenly you want to ask him/her out or etc. Love seems like the most nonsensical thing ever, so valuable yet so easily disposed. If you think crushes are dumb then crushes on celebs must be plain primal instinct.

On a more "Har?" note, someone tell me why many girls prefer physically older guys if not necessarily mentally older?

Short-termed

I've lost my sense of time.
I want a Trombone and a Sax badly. Bass trombone rocks.

I'm worried for the band's formation stuff. Yea, I'm so sarcastic when I complain you just want to rip my head off. But I do this cause I don't want to let it build up that I find myself angry at the band. I now find I didn't mean the part about two-step spacing, the black skin thing is a fluke, and that I'm also angry at myself for being helpless.

I ripped some muscles in my thighs on Friday, I tremble when I bend my knees.

Tag from Joshua's blog, interesting stuff.
50 First Reactions:

1. Beer: It's ok...

2. Food: For the soul.

3. Relationships: Delusional below full youth maturity.

4. Crush: Infatuation doesn't always suck.

5. Power Rangers: Let's play pretend.

6. Life: Rocks.

7. The President: Which president?

8. Yummy: Yummy yummy in my tummy.

9. Cars: There are too many cars on Earth. (So let's send some to Mars?)

10. Movie: Movies are like life in fast foward. Featuring all the drama.

11. Halloween: Best spent in solitude under the shade of the sighing gibbet.

12. Sex: *Clears throat* "You belum try, belum tau; Sudah try, hari-hari mau"

13. Religion: Buddhist-Christian. I'm just a philosopher.

14. Hate: I let myself hate anything, just not people, their attitudes instead.

15. Fear: I fear being alone at The End

16. Marriage: A thing too big for us.

17. Blonde: Not all blondes be dumb.

18. Slippers: Can be pretty comfy.

19. Shoes: Sexy~

20. Asians: I'm Asian. South-east Asian. We rock.

21. Past time: I'm one of all-trades but not master of none.

22. One night stand: You'll like it at first but I believe you'll regret the "souvenir"

23. My cell Phone: Decent enough.

23. Smoke: I love mist.

25. Fantasy: Can't compare to reality, although it is at times sweeter.

26. College: Isn't as simple as it sounds in high school.

27. High school Life: Sucks no doubt.

28. Pajamas: Look awkward.

29. Stars: Beautiful

30. Center: Central cerebral system is malfunctioning...Reboot...

31. Alcohol: Useful but deadly too.

32. The word love: ~L, is for the way you look at me. O is for the only one I see....~

33. Friends: Must in life..

34. Money: Dumb yet smart invention of mankind. And I can't do so many things cause I don't have enough.

35. Heartache: Stupid ambiguity.

36. Time: Time to be cynical

37. Divorce: Only if you married haphazardly and too hurriedly.

38. Dogs: So lovable yet hated. Just like kids.

39. Undies: Comfy is enough, yes.

40. Parents: Screw up part of your childhood but you still love them anyway.

41. Babies: Annoying and cute as hell.

42. Ex: I nearly had an ex.

43. Song: Mainstream music is just marketting.

44. Color: Love all of them.

45. Weddings: Love the free food.

46. Pizza: Hot stuff.

47. Hangout: I like hanging out with friends in silence/nice conversation.

48. Rest: Sleep is nice.

49. Goal: Many goals.

50. Inspiration: Everything inspires me.


I tag:
You.

Wake Up Call

Band got 3rd place for marching for sports day. Staying under the tent was just.
Hot.
Smelly.
Hot.
Smelly.
Hot & Smelly.
Smelly & Hot.

Distress seems to be influencing me, half the time I'm easily irritated. I've got no means to release this distress other than *cough* "expressing myself forcefully". Don't ask, even I have no idea.

Yala, you know, life is so pointless right now. We have mid-terms coming up, band members have band competition and everyone has a load of other stuff in our little lives. Sum of them all?

"Forty Two"
(Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, priceless quote)

So I'm not perfect. Do correct me if I speak out of turn, do something awful or plain insult someone. I'd hate to miss my lesson.

Just Like A Child

Taiping Memorial Park

Part of The Chua Family's Garden

My photography with a 2-megapixel camera. TWO MEGAPIXELS.
I learn like a curious child.
Seriously, curious and stubborn children learn faster than most others.

Emphasizing on my craziness I can play like 7 instruments now and I still want to learn:
Saxophone
Oboe
Musette
Bagpipes
Harp
YangQin
French Horn
Didjooreedu
Orcarina

Screw you lack-of-money.

I'd like to thank SSB and ol' gramps the Sun for the complimentary "black skin-toner". Real attention grabber. "OMG you're so dark"
No complaints, we'd only love to apply it to the rest of our bodies other than just the back of our necks, our faces, our lower arms and lower legs.

I love sarcasm.
I love my line "Omg a straight line, I love straight lines."
Seriously SSB members need to get the unit of measurement "2-step spacing" DRILLED into their heads.
The taste of pure sardonism on my tongue tastes sooooo sweet.
1 fricking month to prepare 3 songs AND 2 formations schemes, especially with the skill level we have that we have no time to cultivate?
Read my lips.(Ok you can't)

KISS MY ASS.

Met Emily Ching my old neighbour at the hall today. I remember how our mums used to talk and we and siblings would just sit there glancing around and exchanging looks like dumbells. After thinking for a while, I actually remember how she and her sister looked like so many years ago, real keeeeute.

I got stranded at school today, literally stranded. I got no transport back cause my transporter got to go to Kuching, Lionnel dissapeared without me(not blaming you), Nong and Zhao had places to go. I got stuck with the afternoon session band members, Marion and Alyssa came looking and escorted me to the school office and some *omgwtfbbq you're so damn blur* moments occured. Thanks to Nee Cole(and the mum) for my ride home.
Some shitty "Library Angel" gave me a hard time today, trying to tell me what I should have done. I fucking know what I should have done and I did all of it and I still ended up fucking stranded at school.
I got the names of the remaining Form 2 girl gang today. Let's see, Yan/Yen Ling, Yi Le, Wai Ching. See, we really need to use names instead of numbers.Would you like people yelling this at you?:
"EH E-28 WTF are you doing, your spacing totally out, you never plant your ****ing heels, keep your ****ing upper body balance."
"E-28! FOLLOW CONDUCTOR!"
"E-28! WRONG FOOT!"
"E-28! YOU CALL THIS A STRAIGHT LINE?!"
"E-28! GIVE ME MY ARC!"

Also, people really appreciate knowing WHY they're doing something. Just ask Cheng.

You went from damsel in distress to distressing damsel. Seriously.

Puppet From Hell

I was too hyper in the morning. Said some things I don't realize I was saying. I must be oversupplied with calories to burn.

The school canteen started selling some "low-grade Baskin Robins" ice cream this week. But RM1 for a measely scoop is a little too much for non-high class ice cream. Silly Vincent actually bought 2 or 3.

The house gate has been shaking a lot at night lately, and everytime it happens my sister will go shoo the kittie that came in and say "good kittie". Sher Hann, rest your fears of unruly bandits trying to rob the "beautiful law student" and her "checkered pants boy". If it IS some demented crook, scurry over to the kitchen, grab your mom's trusty cleaver and show the fellow how Diplockians like to rock.

It's not my intention, just strings unintentionaly pulled
By this bond so cruel, I'm never in the mood.
Hate me not, it has no avail.
Fear me not, to you I'm frail.
I'll mock you now. I'm the puppet from hell.

Just When You Thought It Was Done With

I have no idea why I'm bothering to make a post now.

I want to crap about prancing ponies obsessed about games. DoTa over-enthusiasts need to get a life. Oh by the eye of skadi you swear by, do something better on your computers.

I wonder what my neighbours think when I play Euphy at home. Especially when the really high notes go awry, and when I....

"BWWWWAAAAMMMM"

blast...

I've got a Form 1 choir boy obsessing about people in higher forms and how smart they are. Totally screwing with my sense of existence, now there are more reasons to rant because people only value A's and the usual repertoire.
"Oh he gets good results, plays the electric guitar and the drums. What a good lad."

Terrence has a point you know. Why are all performances about elec guitar and drums now? Bring in the classical guitar, woodwind, even a cool recorder performance would provide more entertainment.

You know, not being pretty has its uses.
When someone falls for you, you know it's real.

Indescribable

Every molecule of me was screaming "Wha-wh-what?!" when Doris called me "Jit Sheng".

Seriously, these things have got to stop.


Tengku Irfan got into the newspapers. Yea, we're all like "oh shit, he is only 10 years old", but what I really want to know is how original his 29 minute composition was. AMPAC would be premature to boast of him, it's his glory, not AMPAC's.
Composers over the years get some inspiration from each other.
So how much of this composition is original?


I can't decribe the little things that seem to happen. Stupid ambiguity.

Euphonic Overtoning

Remember how your overtones really sucked?
Now, everyone can play high notes with orchestral masking.
Main sponsor: Biased Ears

I mean that both literally and metaphorically.
I can't wait to see what happens on Sports Day. Screwed formation with no time to remedy.


I see Diplock's cousin on TV now.
He stars in the DiGi commercial.
I remember my Aunt Angie who is area manager for SS2 (I think?). I wonder if my eccentric cousins inspired the ducks sometimes.

Sher Nong got himself a girlfriend. Her name is Yuki. She has terminal cancer, she has only 2 months left. He says she was with the bandits before she started staying with him.

He also says she dreams of having the best orgasm ever.

I've been talking to Chuas too much.

Bitchimistic

As much as guwen intrigues me, I suck at SMK Chinese.

Add maths is some crazy roller coaster ride to nowhere. Since when do people record measurements in algebra.
"Oh, the height of the stairs equals x-2 cm and the width of the stairs equals y to the power of 5 over m squared. I need to find the diagonal, so...."

Band is BOXED IN. Lacking practice, we are even prohibited from practicing our formation. Try to accomodate? Other bands practice for long hours everyday, can we equal their performance?

Yala, you know, I'm dam bitchy these days. I'm a guy, I'm not supposed to get frigging PMS. I do "dam gay" stuff with other people who feel "dam gay". I had a "dam gay" and dam tiring Qing Ming. ****ing vandals destroyed my great-grandparents' grave. I saw Nick looking "dam gay" at the Taiping Memorial Park. Taiping had a "dam gay" jam. Few weeks ago I kept stating the obvious to Sea Yunn in a "dam gay" conversation. I get bored by Add Maths. I am interested in a "dam gay" amount of instruments. I want a Euphonium, Trombone, Soprano sax, Alto sax and Tenor sax next but the price is "dam gay". I write "dam gay" personal messages and I'm "dam gay" for letting intelligence turn me on.

Are you a "dam gay" friend of mine?

Polling

Twillightmusic.blogspot.com is officiating it's first poll.

Do you think guys MUST get the bill on a date?
If so, WHY?
If not, WHY?

Post your replies on the comments to this post.

Scary Heritage

I saw Nick at Taiping. Wheeeee.

Scary, one granddad died of stomach cancer, other granddad died of leukemia, one uncle died of colon cancer, grandaunt of breast cancer.

Am I at risk?

The traffic in Taiping was crazy due to some hardcore folks parading the streets holding PKR, PAS and DAP flags. Apparently the craze was because of the by-election nomination. As much as their spirit is admirable...

CLOGGING TRAFFIC LA.

Come to think of it, she's a blimey direct opposite reflection, on the outside.
OMG, SO COUSIN-LIKE.

A Word Too Many

Just like my blog subtitle,
Just like how Isaac insulted me and I fired back. (not very smart thing to do for both of us)

Sometimes we humans are busybodies.
Sometimes we humans just wanna find a reason to get at another person.
Sometimes we just get too defensive.

I noticed one problem about people who mean everything they say(like myself), we all think everyone else does too.

Oh yea, support Earth Hour this 28th March 2009 from GMT+8 8:30-9:30.
Switch off all your uneccessary electrical devices.
Actually this should be practiced all year round...

SSB practice just got cancelled for some unexplained reason. Must have been poor attendence forecast? It feels stupid to organize stuff then cancel so suddenly.

"HALP! I'm being deprived!"

I am just creeped, I found a few weeks back she has a mole next to an eye as well. In addition to everything else that creeps me. Next I'm going to find out we're related.

My little concoction:

My speech wasn't the way I planned
Not my invention.
I got so ****ed, shaking hands (huh?)
Lost my direction?
It's not what, I'm used to
Just wanted to try it that day
I'm curious what you'll
Think about it

I crapped at Ace, I liked it~
The taste of the steady slapstick~
I crapped at Ace, cause you'd buy it~
Hope Teacher Anne don't mind it~
Nick Ng was wrong
Chun Yang was right
Swea Ching is no por-cu-pine
I crapped at Ace, I liked it~
I liked it~

No, I don't care about your fame
It doesn't matter,
Don't think much of Yi Wan's flower
Just not attractive
It's not like
I hate you
Class was just too rowdy
My head gets so confused
Hard to judge now

I crapped at Ace, I liked it~
The taste of the steady slapstick~
I crapped at Ace, cause you'd buy it~
Hope Teacher Anne don't mind it~
Nick Ng was wrong
Chun Yang was right
Swea Ching is no por-cu-pine
I crapped at Ace, I liked it~
I liked it~

Our class we are so magical
Big mouth, bad minds, so crap-able
Hard to resist Jit Qi's ideas
Pro sex education
Ain't no big deal, talking 'bout it.

I crapped at Ace, I liked it~
The taste of the steady slapstick~
I crapped at Ace, cause you'd buy it~
Hope Teacher Anne don't mind it~
Nick Ng was wrong
Chun Yang was right
Swea Ching is no por-cu-pine
I crapped at Ace, I liked it~
I liked it~

OMG I'm LAME

Monotony's Absolutism

I kinda like it, fancy blog titles. Too bad for the not so fancy content that comes up at times.

A tag from Joshua's blog.
Write 16 random fact's about yourself.

1. I can't lick my elbow.
2. I'm anti-extra tuition.
3. I'm weird.
4. I learn fast.
5. I know how people's minds work.
6. I can't ride a bike!
7. I think cam-whoring on blogs should be banned.
8. Me knows the idiot called Penolong Ketua Kelas 4E doesn't know to process the quantum and genesis of conclusions and the mechanics of thought made from thin air nor from both ethereal and corporeal material.
9. I have bilateral 75 degree short-sightedness.
10. I think thoughts pertaining to self-pity aren't wrong, but aren't exactly building roads to your happiness.
11. I suck at cleaning fungi.
12. I wonder why the planks which support your mattress are made out of sawdust?
13. I hate/love the Seafield mud spa.
14. Me very likey Scottish/Celtic music.
15. I think straight As students with no jobs/degree are no mystery.
16. I like Bobna.

Eh Isaac, read properly la, never said my english is bloody good. Need brain cell implant?

People who have secondary education with no disabilities who can't think even mediocre thoughts deserve all the short-lived attention they get, but not much of anything else.

She's Like A Lawyer With The Way

" 'We haven't spoken in months. There's this space between us that keeps filling up with everything we don't say to each other. What's that called?
'Marriage' "

From some movie.

Technically I'm married?
Shit.

Overflow

I-GCSE science textbook content is sophisticated as Socrates trying to pull off some reverse-psychological sarcasm act. Shit, he even taught his pupil Plato to do it who taught Aristotle to do it.

But I'm just being random.

Guess whose blog I "stumbled upon" yesterday. Marcus Pee. And since neither he nor any of his little friends drop by my blog, I can say anything I want.

This is the view point of a neutral party:

Simply pathetic, causes himself his pain.

Need to get out of your obsessive self-pity and expectations for your little friends to come by. I've seen your emo-cycles. Nothing's changed.

Lady-problems? Let's see, in summary your thoughts are like this: "I love her so much (are you really sure, seeing the way you move over so many girls), how can she not love me?"
You're not Jesus for His sake.
To top that, Jesus didn't say that, some idiotic preachers do. You can't force someone to love something. Why would atheists still exist? Because they the preachers suck.
How do they prove God exists?
"God is perfect. Something perfect wouldn't be perfect unless it existed, therefore God exists"

So according to this logic, "Nothing is perfect. Something perfect wouldn't be perfect unless it didn't exist, therefore God (who is perfect) doesn't exist"?
Shit, even I hate that statement.

Another more lame theory to prove God's existence, "A plane crashed with no survivors but a child with third-degree burns, therefore God exists", people can be really stupid these days.

How about something smarter albeit more convincing like, "The Universe is so big it could not be governed by even all the humans, who defined and operates the laws of the Universe itself?"
Some part of the Bible says "in Him we live...."
So God is the Universe itself?

My English AJK of class? Shit, you really expect people to be informed that we need to bring our textbooks through SMS? Oh yea some of us don't have common contacts so we don't get informed and get blamed by Pn. Sujatha. Congratulations you just done your first irresponsible act as AJK.

Should you find this, I shall be allowed to diss you even more for being self-obsessive for Googling your own name.

Pn. Doris seems to not be getting her share of hormones, she can be a real pain in the ass these days.

Caressing A Wounded Falcon

"Jie Sheng, you join them (Below Form 2) as well."

Well no surprises for me, I'm a relatively new member.

My salut to Rachel and Ruth, Wee Ren and Marcus for successfully doing proper marching. Ok maybe a few others I didn't notice.

Apparently Zek Zhao was right in saying, once you start whistling, your embouchure goes awry.

Here I vouch for Joshua Wong against all the odds of many "fellow schoolmates": Sure, he may be quite cocky at times or kiasu, I admit, but he's a good lad, better than most of you guys and plenty of girls.

I am getting more and more disinterested in school classes. I spend more time listening to: things I don't care about/things I already know/textbook recitals etc. I somehow would rather take extra time to focus on my piano and playing by ear. No I do not practice playing by ear, I naturally can do it.

Those eyes renew these shackles.
It's not that bad providing I didn't have to deal with so much else. Pointless stuff at that.
How is it that eye talk is so deep and compassionate but somehow no one can explain it?

How can a falcon fly with burdening feathers?

Damn, life has little appeal now.