Taking chances

There is a room. A room where moonlight shines through the window; And the light shines upon an upright piano. The curtains flutter in the whispering wind. There is silence.

At least near total silence: the piano tinkles a soft melody reminiscent of a music box. If one were to look closely, one might see the shadow of a man at the keys, fingers dancing elegantly and softly over the high register of the piano. Perhaps it is a man; perhaps it is the memory of a man.

And yet perhaps the man was, but is no longer. Perhaps the sweet music is but a figment of the imagination of a sentimental writer.

The memories are real.

Imagine the scene of the piano room fading before your eyes. The scene changes to that of a mundane suburb. A dim lit street, and a solitary girl walking upon it. She is safe, but she does not know what lay outside.

She wonders what it's like, to be free and yet protected. She longs to know that there is something more out there than just the tiny world she grew up to believe in. She wants to feel the love of another, for once, even if for the first and last time.

Brought up to not question. Still she questions if there is more to all that, though in silence. Life cannot be just about college, job and family. Why spend a life working for another? Why not forge a path of her own?

An uncertain amount of time passes. But who cares for the thing man calls time, for it is but an illusion, a lie to comfort man that he is in control.

In the distance she sees the silhouette of a boy. The boy is familiar, perhaps from a memory, or a dream, or a memory of a dream. She does not know.

She smiles and races after his outline. A step into the unknown.

Reprise

Practice. Practice. Practice.

Thank you Sea Yunn, Wong Ling, Mei Yan, Chee Kin, Joe Kim, Wen Jing, Wen Li and Ivy for doing the dance.

It was fun watching members turn into ghosts from makeup.
Chee Kin's epic eyeliner.
Many ineffable things happened.

Up on stage, screams of names happened. The most memorable being the shouts of "MR MAH".
We laughed.

It is kinda nice in a strange way to be someone behind the scenes. Although I don't quite like the fact that I was not even mentioned in the program book. I'm not even mad funnily enough. Good or bad?

No pictures from the concert itself though. Shame.
And I'm running out of things to say.
Ramble ramble ramble.

Bite me.

How to grow up / Why some people will never learn until they are dying

Maturity is not a state of being. Maturity is becoming more mature. You can never be too mature, just like you can never know everything. We are flawed beings, we are imperfect. And so we learn from those imperfections,

Or we don't.

Perhaps an example will help:

Instance X:
I am right, you are wrong.

Instance X (a) You are mature.
Instance X (b) You are immature.

Instance X (a):
I am right, you are wrong.
I tell you that you are wrong and why.
You accept my view, and either admit the mistake or say why you don't agree with my view. I listen to your view.
We then engage in constructive debate and eventually come to some understanding even if we still think the other person is wrong.

Instance X (b)
I am right, you are wrong.
I tell you that you are wrong and why.
You refuse to listen, don't admit the mistake and say one of / something like the following phrases:

Fuck you.
Don't dare you talk to me in that tone of voice.
What the hell do you know?
Think you're very smart is it?
Say enough a d or not?
Shut up.
Shut the fuck up.
Go die.
Go to hell.
Who do you think you are?
What are you trying to prove? (this one is funny, because these people have no ears nor brains)
Etcetera etcetera etcetera.

(use common sense to edit these instances should ''I'' be wrong and "you" is right)

Maybe some will read this and fume. But believe me, you will remember this on your death bed.

傻

从小学毕业的那天已没写下什么华文写作。
想不出来为何现在要用华语写出思想。
我的华语写得对吗？
不知道。

突然想念我每天写华文的日子？
不可能。

我这几天想太多了。又开始做出傻事，想傻事了。
以为难过已难过够了，以为已受够了苦；
但还是笨笨向梦走。

那只是一个可能，一个傻子的希望！
为什么我会一时失去逻辑，乱想东西？

我就是那么傻。。。

And so ends the future

So. Dreams.

Cure cancer, build flying cars, make spy insects, earn your first million, dominate the business world, build the first inverted pyramid building, realise 1Malaysia, become a law student and save the world.

Sure, find the cure for cancer. No one dies of cancer; instead we all die of toxic food and water and radiation poisoning.
Sure, soon no one can fly around in cars, stalk nobody, spend no one's first million, dominate the wasteland, get buried next to the inverted pyramid building, be proud about 0Malaysia and become skeletons to litter the world.

That's what we get.

Sure, let's chop ALL this forest down and make BILLIONS!
Not long after...

*cough hack cough*
*ack no oxygen*
*ack nothing left to buy with my money*
*ack my food is poisonous*
*ack where are all the vacation spots*
*ack cannot grow crops*
*ack the world starving*
*ack so sad, people dying*
*ack why does my bungalow look like it rained sulphuric acid*
*ack why am I fucking dead*