Thursday, November 30, 2006
A random poem I wrote last time.. haha.. thought I just put it up. The irony is that this is meant for no one. But someone out there might just fit the bill.
Senseless Lover
Your eyes,
Blinked.
Cold as ice.
It's me,
You can't see.
Your nose,
Twitched.
Jealousy overdose.
My odour,
You can't remember.
Your mouth,
Grinned.
Producer of loathe.
Careless whispers,
Turned verbal blisters.
Your ears,
Cocked.
Not one hears.
My words,
Turned aural absurds.
Your hands,
Moved.
Director of actions.
My texture,
Your failed gesture.
You are,
But,
A senseless lover.
Senseless Lover
Your eyes,
Blinked.
Cold as ice.
It's me,
You can't see.
Your nose,
Twitched.
Jealousy overdose.
My odour,
You can't remember.
Your mouth,
Grinned.
Producer of loathe.
Careless whispers,
Turned verbal blisters.
Your ears,
Cocked.
Not one hears.
My words,
Turned aural absurds.
Your hands,
Moved.
Director of actions.
My texture,
Your failed gesture.
You are,
But,
A senseless lover.
I wrote this story sometime ago.. just thought of putting it up here. Sometimes, a story tells you more.
Tears in Rhythm
Guy Wellington shivered as he brought his knees nearer to his chest, rubbing his arms frequently in a vain attempt to keep himself warm. It was 3 a.m. in the middle of the night and the streets were as cold as the weather seemed to be. An empty can rolled past in front of him as he laid awake on the bench. An occasional gust of wind had scattered fallen leaves and dispersed them everywhere, be it on the sidewalk, or the road. It seemed as if New York City was abandoned. At least, to him, at this part of the city where he was residing, it really seemed so.
Just like how the fallen leaves were being dispersed about by the wind, his mind was already drifting away to memory lane - a pure black and white monochrome slideshow that had been etched in his mind forever, occasionally replaying again and again. He was a well respected man, in fact a very well-liked man in his city. Guy Wellington. Just speaking of that name would trigger off numerous topics and gossips, most of them which were the envy, the jealousy, and the admiration. It was a common sight that girls would drop to their knees whenever he walked past. It would be no surprise that they had probably even created a statue of him in their own homes, worshipping him every now and them, just like a deity. Yes, indeed, he was handsome, rich, or rather, filthy rich. He slogged for years before being able to reach the top in an advertising company. Cash rolled in everyday just like the way tap water would run easily once you turn it on. He married several times, divorced several times, and had probably a dozen children. His last marriage had been a blissful one. He truly loved his last wife more than anything else. It lasted for a little more than one year before it happened. He had invested a lot in the stock market. And he was greedy. He wanted more. In the end, he lost everything. He was declared bankrupt and his wife cheated on him. The thought of that left a smirk on his face as he laughed cynically at his own plight. His bowl had been empty the whole day. What was left was a US$50 note that some lady who had once admired him gave him. He kept it right into his tattered and torn pocket once he received that.
The sky was now velvet dark. Not even a single star could be spotted from his position. But it was clear that raining cats and dogs would only be a matter of time. The wind was now stronger than usual, and the street lamp-posts were already shaking, the lights flickering in the dark. He struggled to sit up with his arms still trembling across his chest. He picked his empty bowl up and staggered across the brick-covered floor, trudging his way to the shelter at the opposite building. He circled an empty spot in the way of a dog's before settling down, embracing his whole body with his arms. It was already drizzling. He remembered how he would always like to listen to the song "Rhythm of The Rain" and hum to it. He remembered how he would dance to that song with his wife, how they would make love after that, and how she would whisper into his ears telling him that she loved him. The sense of assurance was overwhelming. He felt good and blessed to have a wife that he finally could connect to, someone whom he could put his trust totally in. He had given her everything. Branded clothes, bags, jewellery. She had more than she could ever asked for. But why did she do that to him? How could she bring another man home when he wasn't around, make love to that man again and again as if he was non-existent? It was only that day he caught her red-handed that he saw it with his own eyes. He saw her true colours. He wanted his money, not him.
The raindrops grew heavier and heavier, like a fallen string of pearls scattered in a messy order. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating his shagged face. Tears were already streaming down his cheeks, camouflauged by the fallen raindrops. He heaved in pain as he coughed hard, choked in his own emotions. It was without warning when he was suddenly confronted by a black hooligan out of nowhere. A knife was pointing at Guy's throat as he was threatened to hand out his money. He laughed out loudly at the sight of it before strokes of steel metal began to weave in and out of his chest. He felt an excruciating pain as the robber snatched away that note he had. Red liquid was flowing profusely out of his body, quickly diluted by the rainwater. At the far side of the city, he could already see the pale hues of orange in the sky as he laid lifelessly on the blood-soaked ground with a tear flowing down his cheek. The last thing on his mind was the song,
"Oh listen to the rhythm of the falling rain..."
Tears in Rhythm
Guy Wellington shivered as he brought his knees nearer to his chest, rubbing his arms frequently in a vain attempt to keep himself warm. It was 3 a.m. in the middle of the night and the streets were as cold as the weather seemed to be. An empty can rolled past in front of him as he laid awake on the bench. An occasional gust of wind had scattered fallen leaves and dispersed them everywhere, be it on the sidewalk, or the road. It seemed as if New York City was abandoned. At least, to him, at this part of the city where he was residing, it really seemed so.
Just like how the fallen leaves were being dispersed about by the wind, his mind was already drifting away to memory lane - a pure black and white monochrome slideshow that had been etched in his mind forever, occasionally replaying again and again. He was a well respected man, in fact a very well-liked man in his city. Guy Wellington. Just speaking of that name would trigger off numerous topics and gossips, most of them which were the envy, the jealousy, and the admiration. It was a common sight that girls would drop to their knees whenever he walked past. It would be no surprise that they had probably even created a statue of him in their own homes, worshipping him every now and them, just like a deity. Yes, indeed, he was handsome, rich, or rather, filthy rich. He slogged for years before being able to reach the top in an advertising company. Cash rolled in everyday just like the way tap water would run easily once you turn it on. He married several times, divorced several times, and had probably a dozen children. His last marriage had been a blissful one. He truly loved his last wife more than anything else. It lasted for a little more than one year before it happened. He had invested a lot in the stock market. And he was greedy. He wanted more. In the end, he lost everything. He was declared bankrupt and his wife cheated on him. The thought of that left a smirk on his face as he laughed cynically at his own plight. His bowl had been empty the whole day. What was left was a US$50 note that some lady who had once admired him gave him. He kept it right into his tattered and torn pocket once he received that.
The sky was now velvet dark. Not even a single star could be spotted from his position. But it was clear that raining cats and dogs would only be a matter of time. The wind was now stronger than usual, and the street lamp-posts were already shaking, the lights flickering in the dark. He struggled to sit up with his arms still trembling across his chest. He picked his empty bowl up and staggered across the brick-covered floor, trudging his way to the shelter at the opposite building. He circled an empty spot in the way of a dog's before settling down, embracing his whole body with his arms. It was already drizzling. He remembered how he would always like to listen to the song "Rhythm of The Rain" and hum to it. He remembered how he would dance to that song with his wife, how they would make love after that, and how she would whisper into his ears telling him that she loved him. The sense of assurance was overwhelming. He felt good and blessed to have a wife that he finally could connect to, someone whom he could put his trust totally in. He had given her everything. Branded clothes, bags, jewellery. She had more than she could ever asked for. But why did she do that to him? How could she bring another man home when he wasn't around, make love to that man again and again as if he was non-existent? It was only that day he caught her red-handed that he saw it with his own eyes. He saw her true colours. He wanted his money, not him.
The raindrops grew heavier and heavier, like a fallen string of pearls scattered in a messy order. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating his shagged face. Tears were already streaming down his cheeks, camouflauged by the fallen raindrops. He heaved in pain as he coughed hard, choked in his own emotions. It was without warning when he was suddenly confronted by a black hooligan out of nowhere. A knife was pointing at Guy's throat as he was threatened to hand out his money. He laughed out loudly at the sight of it before strokes of steel metal began to weave in and out of his chest. He felt an excruciating pain as the robber snatched away that note he had. Red liquid was flowing profusely out of his body, quickly diluted by the rainwater. At the far side of the city, he could already see the pale hues of orange in the sky as he laid lifelessly on the blood-soaked ground with a tear flowing down his cheek. The last thing on his mind was the song,
"Oh listen to the rhythm of the falling rain..."
Friday, November 24, 2006
Raindrops Falling On My Head
I'm back. For now.
Pitter patter.
And if you think I'm going to go blah blah blah about what went on for the week, yes you are right, I am indeed going to do that! HAHAHA. But don't worry, I will try to keep it as concise as possible ok? Let me contradict myself here. I am gonna abuse this free blogging space instead! HAHAHA. Ok. Don't worry, I'm still sane. For now.
The rain is a depressant.
The raindrops are its descendants.
Pitter patter.
If you are some foreigner in some country reading this blog(which I probably think there aren't any), just a little factual information you need to know about Singapore right now. It is rainy season. Oh yes yes yes! As much as I love the rain, I hated it sometimes, especially during outfield exercises. Like what happened this week. We were going through some tough times trying to action-front our guns when suddenly it just poured cats and dogs without warning. I mean, it did warn us but we had to carry on our tasks. So anyway, I was happily standing there with my both arms trying to lift the camouflauge nets in place while waiting for the fucking tonner driver to drive his way to our deployment ground. Damn, it was damn heavy. And the driver took what seemed like hours to drive over. And when he finally did drive over, we were drenched from head to hair to toe to toenail. HOW DARE HE!!! Fucking sleeping in the tonner and when it rained so heavily he fucking take his own sweet time to steer the vehicle over. So anyway, all of a sudden, we(me and my mates) turned into cold and hungry creatures. But we kinda enjoyed the fun we had with all the water and all that. Haha, in the end, you could probably see a bunch of half naked guys dancing around in the tonner while it rained. But we were definitely not doing the rain dance of course!
You see, though the rain could be depressing at times, I have this insane unexplainable love for it. When it rains, I am in the mood for poetry. But when I'm in the mood for poetry, I have no time for poetry. Since it is a fact that Singapore is a all-year-round summer island(for you foreigners again), I could only see the rain as snow. Rain=cold=Snow. And sometimes when it rained in camp, I like to belt out the classic Chinese song by Fan Xiao Hsuan, entitled "Xue Ren". Cos to me, the rain drops are like snow flakes.
Ok, please, just let me deceive myself for once. It is already quite sad to be trapped in a guys-only-ladies-maybe environment.
So much on the talk about the rain, here's a poem I wrote quite some time ago. And yes, if you could have guessed, it is about the rain. And it is a rather simple one. I just had enough of the silly "Rain rain go away..."
Rainy Day
It is pouring outside now,
The dogs downstairs have stopped to howl.
I could only hear the rhythm of the rain,
As slowly the distance becomes faint.
It is afternoon yet the sky is dark,
It is the time the dogs usually bark.
All living things are initimidated by the rain,
People rushing for shelters and animals hide in vain.
Yet to me the rain is soothing,
The breeze it carries with is so cooling.
It often lulls people into sleep,
As it drives away the afternoon heat.
The trees sway to the rhythm of the wind,
The aroma embraces the surrounding.
Such is the true splendour of the rain,
The beauty of nature's very own grain.
Pitter Patter.
Hush.
I'm back. For now.
Pitter patter.
And if you think I'm going to go blah blah blah about what went on for the week, yes you are right, I am indeed going to do that! HAHAHA. But don't worry, I will try to keep it as concise as possible ok? Let me contradict myself here. I am gonna abuse this free blogging space instead! HAHAHA. Ok. Don't worry, I'm still sane. For now.
The rain is a depressant.
The raindrops are its descendants.
Pitter patter.
If you are some foreigner in some country reading this blog(which I probably think there aren't any), just a little factual information you need to know about Singapore right now. It is rainy season. Oh yes yes yes! As much as I love the rain, I hated it sometimes, especially during outfield exercises. Like what happened this week. We were going through some tough times trying to action-front our guns when suddenly it just poured cats and dogs without warning. I mean, it did warn us but we had to carry on our tasks. So anyway, I was happily standing there with my both arms trying to lift the camouflauge nets in place while waiting for the fucking tonner driver to drive his way to our deployment ground. Damn, it was damn heavy. And the driver took what seemed like hours to drive over. And when he finally did drive over, we were drenched from head to hair to toe to toenail. HOW DARE HE!!! Fucking sleeping in the tonner and when it rained so heavily he fucking take his own sweet time to steer the vehicle over. So anyway, all of a sudden, we(me and my mates) turned into cold and hungry creatures. But we kinda enjoyed the fun we had with all the water and all that. Haha, in the end, you could probably see a bunch of half naked guys dancing around in the tonner while it rained. But we were definitely not doing the rain dance of course!
You see, though the rain could be depressing at times, I have this insane unexplainable love for it. When it rains, I am in the mood for poetry. But when I'm in the mood for poetry, I have no time for poetry. Since it is a fact that Singapore is a all-year-round summer island(for you foreigners again), I could only see the rain as snow. Rain=cold=Snow. And sometimes when it rained in camp, I like to belt out the classic Chinese song by Fan Xiao Hsuan, entitled "Xue Ren". Cos to me, the rain drops are like snow flakes.
Ok, please, just let me deceive myself for once. It is already quite sad to be trapped in a guys-only-ladies-maybe environment.
So much on the talk about the rain, here's a poem I wrote quite some time ago. And yes, if you could have guessed, it is about the rain. And it is a rather simple one. I just had enough of the silly "Rain rain go away..."
Rainy Day
It is pouring outside now,
The dogs downstairs have stopped to howl.
I could only hear the rhythm of the rain,
As slowly the distance becomes faint.
It is afternoon yet the sky is dark,
It is the time the dogs usually bark.
All living things are initimidated by the rain,
People rushing for shelters and animals hide in vain.
Yet to me the rain is soothing,
The breeze it carries with is so cooling.
It often lulls people into sleep,
As it drives away the afternoon heat.
The trees sway to the rhythm of the wind,
The aroma embraces the surrounding.
Such is the true splendour of the rain,
The beauty of nature's very own grain.
Pitter Patter.
Hush.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Peek beyond the veil
After graduating from college, I realise that my perspective on things changed quite a bit. Somehow I think my mind is a wonderland. It often thinks beyond the box. Crazy things. Unrealistic things. I guess I was never an academical guy. That probably explains why I flunged my A levels. So, if you put me in a practical society like Singapore, you could say I'm an impractical person.
Serving in the army makes my thoughts run even wilder than before, since it gives me ample of time to reflect, think and generate ideas.
Sometimes, when I do go outfield, I would especially appreciate the night time like never before. The mating of crickets, the croaks of frogs, the hooting of ominous night creatures in the distance. Sounds you have never really took notice of before. And when streaks of lightning flash across the velvet black sky, I wonder if heaven is trying to take a photograph of the world. The momentary illuminations of the land seem like an awakening to us, as if it means to put the reality of life to clear view. Flash. We, humans, and our land become the masterpiece. Beyond the hideous dark areas, the harshness of reality is revealed. Even if it is just for the moment.
Flash.
Recently while on an outfield exercise at night, my friends and I saw a firefly. One and only firefly to be found in the entire field. They say you hardly get to see any fireflies in Singapore, unlike Tekong. Anyway, the glowing of the firefly is amazingly beautiful. It seems to bring along a glimmer of hope in the otherwise grimmer piece of land. Sometimes, the firefly deserves to be admired. By showing off its light, it is not afraid of attracting predators. It should probably know that it will be spotted easily. So why is it so foolish to let itself glow? How amazing creatures of nature can be! And how selfless it can be! On the other hand, we did an experiment to check out how the firefly really looked like without its overwhelming fluorescent glow. My friend trapped it in a small bottle and used a torch to shine at it. And we saw the hideous truth. Behind the veil, it looked just like a miniature cockroach. Nevertheless, its beauty in the night is enough to captivate the entire ground!
If you were to catch a firefly, put it into bed, will you sing it a lullaby? After that, end it with "Good night, sweet dreams, don't let your fellow bed bugs bite"? After all, the firefly needs rest. Beauty is but momentary.
Glow.
Now will you excuse me for a while as I try to figure out what and where is the finer side of life?
After graduating from college, I realise that my perspective on things changed quite a bit. Somehow I think my mind is a wonderland. It often thinks beyond the box. Crazy things. Unrealistic things. I guess I was never an academical guy. That probably explains why I flunged my A levels. So, if you put me in a practical society like Singapore, you could say I'm an impractical person.
Serving in the army makes my thoughts run even wilder than before, since it gives me ample of time to reflect, think and generate ideas.
Sometimes, when I do go outfield, I would especially appreciate the night time like never before. The mating of crickets, the croaks of frogs, the hooting of ominous night creatures in the distance. Sounds you have never really took notice of before. And when streaks of lightning flash across the velvet black sky, I wonder if heaven is trying to take a photograph of the world. The momentary illuminations of the land seem like an awakening to us, as if it means to put the reality of life to clear view. Flash. We, humans, and our land become the masterpiece. Beyond the hideous dark areas, the harshness of reality is revealed. Even if it is just for the moment.
Flash.
Recently while on an outfield exercise at night, my friends and I saw a firefly. One and only firefly to be found in the entire field. They say you hardly get to see any fireflies in Singapore, unlike Tekong. Anyway, the glowing of the firefly is amazingly beautiful. It seems to bring along a glimmer of hope in the otherwise grimmer piece of land. Sometimes, the firefly deserves to be admired. By showing off its light, it is not afraid of attracting predators. It should probably know that it will be spotted easily. So why is it so foolish to let itself glow? How amazing creatures of nature can be! And how selfless it can be! On the other hand, we did an experiment to check out how the firefly really looked like without its overwhelming fluorescent glow. My friend trapped it in a small bottle and used a torch to shine at it. And we saw the hideous truth. Behind the veil, it looked just like a miniature cockroach. Nevertheless, its beauty in the night is enough to captivate the entire ground!
If you were to catch a firefly, put it into bed, will you sing it a lullaby? After that, end it with "Good night, sweet dreams, don't let your fellow bed bugs bite"? After all, the firefly needs rest. Beauty is but momentary.
Glow.
Now will you excuse me for a while as I try to figure out what and where is the finer side of life?
Army-related Ramblings(Can't think of a better title)
The word "exercise" is ambiguous. It used to mean just doing sports, stretching here and there, flexing here and there. But now the army gives it a whole new meaning, being to sweat like a pig out in the field infested with blood-thirsty mosquitoes under the scorching hot sun. And to add a SAF-vocabulary-comment to this: BOTEK!
So you can guess what my complaint was about. This week was just plain hectic. Had SOC on Monday. It's been such a long time since my BMT days that I have last done SOC and I guess it's still quite manageable. Through it I gained confidence. It reminded me of my childhood days where I used to be so adventurous climbing around playgrounds, jumping off high platforms and all that. SOC is probably the army "playground". It breeds confidence. But please, not too much of SOC. Here's a top 3 activities ranking in terms of shagged-ness during my BMT life.
1. 24km route march
2. SIT test
3. SOC
On Wednesday and Thursday had outfield exercise in preparation for our Battery Fatep. Honestly I hate to stay overnight outfield. The feeling simply sucks. Imagine wearing your stinky No.4 and pretend you are moon-tanning under you gun's camouflage netting. And you have little time to sleep. And you have to do sentry(guard). And when you are having your meals, the mosquitoes are mealing too(on you).
And the worse thing is there will be 3 or 4 more exercises to go every week from now on. I always believe all these tiredness, all these mental drain is but a process I have to go through. I have friends who have ORD-ed. I wonder how they survived. For now, I think I WILL SURVIVE.
The word "exercise" is ambiguous. It used to mean just doing sports, stretching here and there, flexing here and there. But now the army gives it a whole new meaning, being to sweat like a pig out in the field infested with blood-thirsty mosquitoes under the scorching hot sun. And to add a SAF-vocabulary-comment to this: BOTEK!
So you can guess what my complaint was about. This week was just plain hectic. Had SOC on Monday. It's been such a long time since my BMT days that I have last done SOC and I guess it's still quite manageable. Through it I gained confidence. It reminded me of my childhood days where I used to be so adventurous climbing around playgrounds, jumping off high platforms and all that. SOC is probably the army "playground". It breeds confidence. But please, not too much of SOC. Here's a top 3 activities ranking in terms of shagged-ness during my BMT life.
1. 24km route march
2. SIT test
3. SOC
On Wednesday and Thursday had outfield exercise in preparation for our Battery Fatep. Honestly I hate to stay overnight outfield. The feeling simply sucks. Imagine wearing your stinky No.4 and pretend you are moon-tanning under you gun's camouflage netting. And you have little time to sleep. And you have to do sentry(guard). And when you are having your meals, the mosquitoes are mealing too(on you).
And the worse thing is there will be 3 or 4 more exercises to go every week from now on. I always believe all these tiredness, all these mental drain is but a process I have to go through. I have friends who have ORD-ed. I wonder how they survived. For now, I think I WILL SURVIVE.
Monday, November 13, 2006
I stumbled upon this personality test link from someone's blog. I did it and here's what I got.
Your view on yourself:
Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.
Your views on education
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.
What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.
Who is your true self:
You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.
Well, I could only say the first 3 points are really quite true. The rest are kinda screwed. Told ya you shouldn't trust personality tests. Cos you know what, they give standard answers. These tests fail to realise something...
Every individual is unique. It's just wrong to stereotype.
Your view on yourself:
Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.
The seriousness of your love:
Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.
Your views on education
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.
What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.
Who is your true self:
You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.
Well, I could only say the first 3 points are really quite true. The rest are kinda screwed. Told ya you shouldn't trust personality tests. Cos you know what, they give standard answers. These tests fail to realise something...
Every individual is unique. It's just wrong to stereotype.
MUSIC MANIA!!!
I found a new sin-free alternative to clubbing! It is Hark Music Cafe!! In case you are wondering what I'm talking about, it's this cafe which has a live singing stage! It's located just opposite Paradiz Centre at Dhoby Ghaut area. And it's damn cool. Went there with peng yesterday and it was an incredibly awesome experience. Got to sing on stage with peng together with a 'live' band playing for us! It was such a blast that the audience cheered for us. We were even asked by some audience to perform another duet together. Besides that, I crapped quite a lot on stage with the host and guitarist. Hahaha. You just gotta pardon the drama me sometimes. =X Wah, there were even some big shots singing that night. There were a few finalists from this year's Project Superstar. Got this finalist called Keith. I think he sang so damn well. His duets with his twin brother really made me go wow. So I really do wish to bring any of you to this exciting new place! You heard that applie? We gotta go there some day!!! I bet we could have lotsa fun there man. Move away clubbing. Move away drinkers. Move away smokers. Yea you heard me.
Before that, we actually went for a little music journey. Was exploring and checking out on some music stuff and stumbled across 2 music schools at bugis. There is this school called "Play By Ear" which specialises in pop piano improvisation. It is EXACTLY what I wanted to learn all this while. One of the instructors there demonstrated how to play the song "Tong Hua" in different variations. There is even the jazz rendition. It was simply mind-blowing. $140 a month for 4 lessons of 45 mins each. Alright man, I think I gonna enrol for the lessons. I mean, I have learnt Classical music all these years. Classical music playing only makes you a player because you are trained to read notes and play by reading the scores. On the other hand, pop piano playing improvisation requires you to listen and tap on your creativity to come up with different chords while playing the same melody. Hence, it is a higher level. And I believe that makes a true musician. Damn it, I should have ventured into this earlier. If only! Ha! But it's not too late either! I'm not gonna let my pathetic NS life rot away. Gonna put it to full swing.
Upcoming highlight(s)...
TalentQuest '07
Wahahahahahhahahaa...
I found a new sin-free alternative to clubbing! It is Hark Music Cafe!! In case you are wondering what I'm talking about, it's this cafe which has a live singing stage! It's located just opposite Paradiz Centre at Dhoby Ghaut area. And it's damn cool. Went there with peng yesterday and it was an incredibly awesome experience. Got to sing on stage with peng together with a 'live' band playing for us! It was such a blast that the audience cheered for us. We were even asked by some audience to perform another duet together. Besides that, I crapped quite a lot on stage with the host and guitarist. Hahaha. You just gotta pardon the drama me sometimes. =X Wah, there were even some big shots singing that night. There were a few finalists from this year's Project Superstar. Got this finalist called Keith. I think he sang so damn well. His duets with his twin brother really made me go wow. So I really do wish to bring any of you to this exciting new place! You heard that applie? We gotta go there some day!!! I bet we could have lotsa fun there man. Move away clubbing. Move away drinkers. Move away smokers. Yea you heard me.
Before that, we actually went for a little music journey. Was exploring and checking out on some music stuff and stumbled across 2 music schools at bugis. There is this school called "Play By Ear" which specialises in pop piano improvisation. It is EXACTLY what I wanted to learn all this while. One of the instructors there demonstrated how to play the song "Tong Hua" in different variations. There is even the jazz rendition. It was simply mind-blowing. $140 a month for 4 lessons of 45 mins each. Alright man, I think I gonna enrol for the lessons. I mean, I have learnt Classical music all these years. Classical music playing only makes you a player because you are trained to read notes and play by reading the scores. On the other hand, pop piano playing improvisation requires you to listen and tap on your creativity to come up with different chords while playing the same melody. Hence, it is a higher level. And I believe that makes a true musician. Damn it, I should have ventured into this earlier. If only! Ha! But it's not too late either! I'm not gonna let my pathetic NS life rot away. Gonna put it to full swing.
Upcoming highlight(s)...
TalentQuest '07
Wahahahahahhahahaa...
Saturday, November 11, 2006
I'm back!!! Woohoo! After a 5-day boring, mundane, unexciting Operator's Maintenance course back in camp, I'm back finally with an exciting weekend to fulfil! I hope?
Anyway, just watched the movie "Step Up" right after my book out today. All I can say is WOW! Fantastically WOW! Marvellously WOW! Orgasmically WOW! It was probably the best movie I watched this year, apart from RENT. The whole movie with its dance thingy was simply mind-blowing, eye-catching, ear-hooking! Damn! Though I'm neither a trainee nor a professional in the dance field, I totally enjoy this hip flick man. Cos you know what, it is so groovy and hyped up with all the cool music. And I thought I hated hip hop. Until I see the power fusion of hip hop with contemporary dance. Power bunga!! I'll rate it a 4.5 stars out of 5. The 0.5 star is lack of because I wish I could dance that well. So, damn! Lol.
Well well well, what an inspiring movie. I could still vaguely remember how I used to enrol in such Arts classes when I was a little boy. I went for piano lessons, drawing, acting, dancing... you name it. Thinking back, I guess I had quite a wide exposure. But the sad thing is, I know a bit of this and that but I don't really specialise in any. A jack of all traits but a master of none. Sad huh! It's sad, so sad, it's a sad sad situation! If I have the time, I would really really want to brush up on whatever I've learnt. And add on to the list. Though it's hard to imagine me dancing, I would love to see if I could put it off.
So let's see, here's a rough idea of what I wanna accomplish.
Song-writing
Keyboard-playing
Guitar-playing
Acting
Dancing
I need to get out of the army soon! And get a life!
Anyway, just watched the movie "Step Up" right after my book out today. All I can say is WOW! Fantastically WOW! Marvellously WOW! Orgasmically WOW! It was probably the best movie I watched this year, apart from RENT. The whole movie with its dance thingy was simply mind-blowing, eye-catching, ear-hooking! Damn! Though I'm neither a trainee nor a professional in the dance field, I totally enjoy this hip flick man. Cos you know what, it is so groovy and hyped up with all the cool music. And I thought I hated hip hop. Until I see the power fusion of hip hop with contemporary dance. Power bunga!! I'll rate it a 4.5 stars out of 5. The 0.5 star is lack of because I wish I could dance that well. So, damn! Lol.
Well well well, what an inspiring movie. I could still vaguely remember how I used to enrol in such Arts classes when I was a little boy. I went for piano lessons, drawing, acting, dancing... you name it. Thinking back, I guess I had quite a wide exposure. But the sad thing is, I know a bit of this and that but I don't really specialise in any. A jack of all traits but a master of none. Sad huh! It's sad, so sad, it's a sad sad situation! If I have the time, I would really really want to brush up on whatever I've learnt. And add on to the list. Though it's hard to imagine me dancing, I would love to see if I could put it off.
So let's see, here's a rough idea of what I wanna accomplish.
Song-writing
Keyboard-playing
Guitar-playing
Acting
Dancing
I need to get out of the army soon! And get a life!
Saturday, November 04, 2006
All of a sudden, I feel like doing guilt-less silly things...
I feel like...
Dancing around in my room and pretend I'm in a club or pretend I'm some "So You Think You Can Dance" wannabe.
Walking down the streets with baggy jeans, messed up hair, thick-framed nerdy glasses and shouting in the ear of some unlucky passer-by, "GET A LIFE!"
Looking out my window and wave to any passer-by I see and smile.(I have done that on a bus before)
Sitting down in the comfort of my sofa and pretend I'm in some posh theatre watching some tear-jerker before flunging the whole box of popcorn onto the screen.
Lying on my bed and pretend I'm floating in the middle of the ocean. I can then start to swim some freestyle.
Calling everyone on my hp's contact list just to say 'hi'. And then hang up right away.
Taking part in my self-trialthlon. Run, swim, cycle. Then massage my aching body in the end.
Belting out loud any song that comes to my mind whether I'm showering or shitting.
Taking a photo of me kissing the reflection in my mirror. And it has to be in monochrome.
Writing a novel of my own. A fairytale with a tragic ending.
But...................................
I don't have time for all these. Cos you know what?
I'm serving in the fucking army.
I feel like...
Dancing around in my room and pretend I'm in a club or pretend I'm some "So You Think You Can Dance" wannabe.
Walking down the streets with baggy jeans, messed up hair, thick-framed nerdy glasses and shouting in the ear of some unlucky passer-by, "GET A LIFE!"
Looking out my window and wave to any passer-by I see and smile.(I have done that on a bus before)
Sitting down in the comfort of my sofa and pretend I'm in some posh theatre watching some tear-jerker before flunging the whole box of popcorn onto the screen.
Lying on my bed and pretend I'm floating in the middle of the ocean. I can then start to swim some freestyle.
Calling everyone on my hp's contact list just to say 'hi'. And then hang up right away.
Taking part in my self-trialthlon. Run, swim, cycle. Then massage my aching body in the end.
Belting out loud any song that comes to my mind whether I'm showering or shitting.
Taking a photo of me kissing the reflection in my mirror. And it has to be in monochrome.
Writing a novel of my own. A fairytale with a tragic ending.
But...................................
I don't have time for all these. Cos you know what?
I'm serving in the fucking army.
Friday, November 03, 2006
An overview of what happened during this week in camp...
Monday: ADT training(simulation of live firing using machines)
Tuesday: Detachment Proficiency Test
Whole day outfield. Chiong chiong and chiong! We deployed our gun in barely 9 minutes plus! We impressed the tester! One of our best timings! =D
Wednesday: Detachment Proficiency Test day 2 (ADT day+night)
We as the men of our detachment, I believe, did our best!
Thursday: PMCS(Wash gun)
One of my most hated activity!! >.<
Friday: Results of Prof test announced, live run, book out...
Results announced.. My detachment did not get top 3.. but the whole Alpha got in top 10, or rather top 8 out of 18 guns! Our detachment 5 also won top gun! I was proud and disappointed. But contented.
Conclusion: Busy week!
I need moolah! If only I can transfer all my neopoints to real money. AHAHAHHAHAAHAHAA. Oh well, pay day, you better come soon!!! Arrghh!
Monday: ADT training(simulation of live firing using machines)
Tuesday: Detachment Proficiency Test
Whole day outfield. Chiong chiong and chiong! We deployed our gun in barely 9 minutes plus! We impressed the tester! One of our best timings! =D
Wednesday: Detachment Proficiency Test day 2 (ADT day+night)
We as the men of our detachment, I believe, did our best!
Thursday: PMCS(Wash gun)
One of my most hated activity!! >.<
Friday: Results of Prof test announced, live run, book out...
Results announced.. My detachment did not get top 3.. but the whole Alpha got in top 10, or rather top 8 out of 18 guns! Our detachment 5 also won top gun! I was proud and disappointed. But contented.
Conclusion: Busy week!
I need moolah! If only I can transfer all my neopoints to real money. AHAHAHHAHAAHAHAA. Oh well, pay day, you better come soon!!! Arrghh!
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