~Song Maker~

2009-09-19T11:25:00.000+08:00

even you're gone now..

how do you expect me to stay sane?

and how can i stop saying it if it's not all my fault that this has happened.

from the start, i was a mistake, a disease, plaguing the lives of people i treasure.

2009-09-10T16:38:00.000+08:00

The crashing waves roll slowly, bringing our vessels to such proximity. We have floated above the wall.

I reach out my hand to yours. But you are hesitating.

But I'll persist.

2009-09-05T15:09:00.002+08:00

Fighting Tears

Fighting tears. Tears that fight.

A wall once stood between us;
peaceful, we were ignorant of mutual presence.

Curiousity killed me,
And I decided to tear it down.
I teared, teared and teared
and soon a hole was big enough
for us to know each other
and hold hands.

It was great like that.
I often threw paper bundles across,
telling you everything in my life,
and i got sweet returns.

But they were merely returns.

Though our hands were closely connected,
I never could
understand the neutrons
jumping and shooting about
at the other side.

And when the flood finally came,
it was overwhelming,
slow but sure.
Oh how i wished
that flood could have broken that barrier,
and helped the tears that fought to get into the wall

Instead, this flood separated our hands.
Like a fool, I continued putting my hand through
What was I thinking of?
The story of the girl who put her hand there to save everyone?

No way. So I let go.

Now I can finally look through the hole
But I don't see anyone.
And soon the flood will come
And distort my vision.

It's time to
Head back to my own base
to build my ark
which will sail off in a different direction from yours
To the other end of the world.

This time, I will be too busy
fighting tears in my own ark
Though I never understood what happened

At your side.

2009-09-01T22:42:00.000+08:00

The time is ripe.

As students, we know what our final destination is for the next few months. And I today I declare that as of 1 September, this blog will be undergoing hiatus, intense hiatus at that. It is time to say one of my last thank-you greetings to many of you before i go into hibernation. D: Besides my tuition friends and church friends and HCI homies though, cuz i dont think i'll be daoing u guys for mugging? o.o

My phone, msn and blog will all be going undergoing intense hiatus. Time to call yusong's home phone with anything substantially important.

Well but anyway, a very big thank you to all of you who I probably won't be interacting much for a few months. Especially to xuan and magg. A big, big hug and thank you. to you all this while. (:

Of course I haven't forgotten the many other friends... jiaming (considered since we're in different classes now), lynnette, Jol, XR, sock... and the list goes on and on..

This is my personal take, but I think right now, for this exam season.. especially for the O level people, it is really more worth it to "abandon" your friends for a while and concentrate on your studies. It is a win-win situation. Especially dangerous since any loss in concentration can cause you to lose any hope of a dream jc or anything at all..

Think of it this way.

In a big storm, when you're with friends on a rocky boat, friends you treasure and love deep in your heart, is it better to talk to them and control the ship at the same time, which is an immensely difficult task and dangerous as well, or would you rather have all your concentration on controlling the boat and ensuring the safety of the boat so you can all be alive to witness the rainbow after that gruelling period of time.

During that time, you may be impatient, sometimes wondering why you have to be stuck with such a tedious task and caught in such a situation. But good things waiting for.

Yes, you are one of them, jelly. We'll be waiting for the rainbow to come, when our divergent paths will finally come together as one. (:

I love you.

Amen.

2009-08-25T20:06:00.000+08:00

Something's happening to blogspot. D: which is kinda weird.

i need a new refreshing blogskin. D: this one is getting too depressing..

today i got HEAVILY sunburnt during tennis sabbatical. A lot of parts are red now. Imagine an Egyptian Pharoah, with the red parts in place of the jewellery: my hands,my neck and around my face.

And when you're sunburnt, it hurts a lot. You have to be careful not to scrape too hard during shower and make sure that part of the skin does not come off and make u look like a mutant.

And when you're heartburnt, it hurts a lot too. You have to be careful not to revisit those portions too much and make sure that your heart does not start flaking away into pieces.

I'm coming back to the heart of worship.

2009-08-18T23:21:00.001+08:00

Oh no you don't.

I'm doing well so far. (:

2009-08-16T15:40:00.000+08:00

Just die.

And here you are?

Studying for tomorrow's test, reading your whole life story, losing your kingdom, and everyone around you, because of your dumb tyranny.

Yeah yeah yeah some hoohah you made yesterday, running away for 4 hours. And what a terrible nuisance you were to noodle, who had to tend to you and all that.

Did it work? no.

you're back to your tyrannical ways and you're being totally stupid and lame.

hahaha.

And you're losing one person you most value in your life.. because of your dumbness.

2009-08-07T22:59:00.002+08:00

Argh, i havent been blogging for a while here. Naturally, it's time to blog about august 5th.

A big thank you to everyone who wished me happy bday in one way or another:

Qi Han, Correena, Eewei, Javern, Ying Xuan, Janelle, Estee, Walter, Zheng Yu, Xin Ru, Sean, Jiaquan, Sherman, Shicheng, Jon Seng, Clarence, Bradley, Daniel Low, Yu Quan, Zhihao, Jing Wei, Sock Yie, Qingyi, Mum, Dad, Yee Jiunn, Magg, Lynnette, Nick lui, Kai yuan, Gregory, Edwin, Huangbin, Zhenhuai, Xueshi, Bentang, Joseph, Samantha, Wenyi, Xingzhi, Yuna,Yi Jing, Karen, Hong Wei, Phoebe, Cherry, Kenneth Koong, Nicktan, Kenji, Ming Da, Nigel Ng, Ying Xuan, Kevin, Deborah, Zhiyuan, Jolene, Jit Woon, Henry, Chiuyin, Chieh Loong, Zhi Bin, Wei Quan, Fuxin, Wee Kian, Hazel, Javier, Yangtao, Kah How, Gideon, Hansen, Yuhan, Shan Jee, Ephraim, Yongxiang, Weidong, Jon, Nigel Poh, Nick Sim, Zheng Yi, Yongzhi, Norris, Hanquan, Shi Ping, Zi Song.

And you of course. (:

Haha please tell me if i missed out your name.

It was a great day i guess, the mango cake and everything.. and i realise, that's about it.

And Kah How's magnanimous starbucks treat. :D THANKS!

Dad's external hard drive.

Your cool equipment. [:

Sleep cells ganging up against me to work on me at 10pm so i can slack the day off without work (and panic later)

Birthdays birthdays. ahh..

Today was the day where I could only hear myself singing the national anthem, and be the only one waving the singapore flag. Where're the Singaporeans? Alright fine ignore the flag thing.. but not singing our national anthem? What's national spirit coming to i wonder.

I have my cynical side too, fine. I didnt learn much from the trip to museum whatever.

Went out with noodle today we went to eat budget stuff---ajisen ramen. Not as good as we imagined haha, but not bad.

And then for some reason we couldnt find anything to do afterwards so we went back to school and spammed on Dr. Hon's piano again.

And now, chemgeogprojectsdayhrp combo to tackle.

2009-08-04T21:09:00.000+08:00

All the symptoms, all my actions and gestures, they all point towards one thing..

But no.. I can't possibly be a victim of something so dumb and stupid.

There's something wrong with me. I know it.

Clutching my head, hitting my fist against the wall until it bleeds, hyperventilating at my work, crying..

What the hell.

2009-08-03T20:13:00.000+08:00

haha this blog is dying man. I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not a blogger to begin with.

I PASSED MY NAPFA TODAY. After not taking it for like 5 months, and training up for it, i finally passed it, which fulfills the pattern all along:

P4: pass
P5: FAIL
P6: pass
SEC 1: FAIL
SEC 2: pass
SEC 3: FAIL
SEC 4: so i'm destined to pass. haha.

wait wait. if the cycle continues that means:

J1: FAIL
J2: pass
NS: FAIL?!!!!!! WHICH MEANS EXTRA HALF A YEAR OF RESERVICE?

oh gosh. :O time to reverse the trend.

cant wait for wednesday to come. sweet 16. :DD

2009-08-01T08:03:00.000+08:00

Lately I dont feel like blogging, but big events have inspired me to blog a teeny weeny bit.

Performing at the Esplanade is one thing I'd never have imagined in my entire life. But I did it. :D Although there were some "technical glitches" here and there. Which magg could hear. And in every section, especially in KENTUCKY, people complained of screw ups here and there. And then you ask the audience and they say that they didnt hear anything. That's the great thing.hoho. And after reaching home at like 11 plus, I had no choice but to revise Math way into the night, only that I didn't revise Math. I wrote a letter and I did a pian duan suo xie. I kinda hate Thursday, but kinda mixed for that one.

Yesterday..

It was a day of firsts, a day I never imagined would have come true.

Thank you. (:

At night I played the keyboard and this really pro music guy came to church to tell us about WT and how to play better. He's really really good at the chords.

K gtg for PIPIT! bye!

2009-07-28T23:33:00.000+08:00

once again, you can say that the storm is over. (:

everything's back to normal.

the friendships, the WORKLOAD. maybe more of the latter now.

In addition to that, some grapefruit.

It's really nice, really. Thanks for everything that you're helping me with. (: making life much less cryable-about than it already is, and easing my exhaustion and baggage. So many firsts you have given me. :D ahhh.. dreams.

iluman.

2009-07-23T22:51:00.002+08:00

It feels weird without you. very very very very weird. something's missing in my life huh.

I'll wait.

When you get your pensieve, I want to be a part of it.

Whether or not you view me in the same way I view you, it doesn't matter.. In my heart I will never disown you. If that's what you wanted, I'm sorry. No.

Maybe it's PMS, maybe it's some kind of insanity lurking in you that's influencing your words/actions..

You're right. It's time we took a breather.. And since it's test period..

Waiting for you will be the most unbearable of all things, least of all you.

Take good care.

I'm turning schizo soon. Been crying so much. Like omg.. Something's wrong with me la.

2009-07-19T23:13:00.003+08:00

It just feels weird when you are giving someone a test.

It feels awful too. :/

But so many times I've been the one who apologises even though sometimes it really isn't my fault. Ya I admit, sometimes it's really my fault. But most of the time I apologise really just to make you better, because if putting my pride down and taking a step back makes you feel better, i'd do it.

But.

This time.. Must I do the same? Or should I be more demanding?

I felt disappointed.. that's the thing. and partly confused, because it is really a chore trying to decipher thoughts when someone doesn't tell you straight to the point what he/she is thinking about that made them say things that aren't very pleasing to the ear.

I don't know any of the 1000000 ways to help a friend in character building.

Not to mention a bestie.

ahh. that aside.

thanks for everything noodle. (:

2009-07-15T23:11:00.002+08:00

Haha. 6 days MC. well well.

I'm much better already, fever almost gone, other symptoms as well. tamiflu works wonders.

YAY AND I STARTED BEATBOXING AGAIN.

I've gotten the hang of The Way I Are. Now I don't easily drift off pitch. :D

Just one thing. My mike is influenza a-toxic now.

2009-07-14T19:51:00.001+08:00

I read my last post and i went LOL.

I guess everyone needs to vent. :D

but i'm feeling better now, much better.

Thank you.

2009-07-13T21:06:00.002+08:00

You stupid retard, why don't you just get H1N1 and die?

You hopeless, STUPID retard.

short of the four letter word.

you are beyond redemption.

you dont deserve anyone, least of all jelly.

just go to hell.

2009-07-10T23:23:00.002+08:00

ELECTION RESULTS!

Finally, I can be at ease. I do hope th new committee will strive to work harder and not repeat past mistakes we have committed. :/

have been playing o2mania recently, influenced xuan and janelle to download and install haha. I am finally able to pass level 13! :D but full of horrible mistakes and borderline. :/ i shall try harder.

Today I spent 10 minutes stoning at the whiteboard when Mrs Teng called me up to do a question. And she guided me so much I felt so guilty for not having revised integration earlier so I can don't waste everybody's time.. argh.

Pday, hrp.. damn.

And I want to take grade 9 erhu exam. D: but i scared i have no time to go back to learn from zhang lao shi. argh. so retarded.

dumb life. at least my ipod's getting repaired. :D

"But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control"---Galatians 5:22-23

I must fulfill the last thing man.

2009-07-06T11:02:00.000+08:00

rofls.

it's so quiet here, i can say anything i want.

youth day sucks.

2009-07-03T23:48:00.003+08:00

gaahhhhhhhhhh.

i borrowed rain's keyboard. now i have one more thing to plug to my mixer. ;D absolute music madness. I can just play on it everyday at hours on end.

No, go and do your HRP.

-.-

stupid life.

2009-07-02T23:50:00.002+08:00

I'm not sure if you know how it feels.. to see a friend suffer. But it really hurts. :/

And I don't want to see you suffer. cuz you are a friend to me.

You talk about giving up, you talk about hating yourself. Just shut up. Cuz you shouldnt be saying all this. It's not that I don't understand. It's not that i don't know the hell you're going through. You must be thinking:

"This guy is a retard. He's not even me. wth."

Listen. Have you heard of the Greek legend? Pandora opened her box and all the bad things came out: old age, disease, greed, hatred, something like that, i can't quite remember. That is how the Greek theorised that Man is what He is today. But in the box, there was one last thing. It was

HOPE.

sounds dumb right? sounds stupid right? sounds like some chinese compre which always makes u reflect on OVERCOMING DIFFICULTIES BY HAVING A RIGHT ATTITUDE?

So what, it works.

Hope is the thing that keeps you and i going. I don't have enough to prove that i'll succeed with it, but i have a plentiful to show that i will fail without.

My dear friend, embrace hope.

Even in a desperate situation. It may not be what you think.

And think about why I'm bothering to write all this, when I'd probably had a lot of emotional stress the whole day :/ which i wanted to tell you about but of course not in your current condition.

Take care, friend. (:

2009-07-01T23:11:00.002+08:00

Thank you for your magic carpet. (:

You make me feel secure than never before.

2009-06-30T09:44:00.002+08:00

E learning.

Learning that makes you go eeeeee?

Forget it man.

So many things have happened..

Shocking things, surprising things, sweet things, sour things, conflicts, resolutions, jokes, music, and love.

The last one probably came to me as a flash, a flash I hope will stay. I highly appreciate it. (:

After all, I'm sick and tired. I really think I have no more energy to propel myself forward in life. I need some additional boost, some external inspiration I can draw from.

Everyone makes mistakes, but I make one too many.

I just hope it's calcium carbonate, something reversible. And I hope I have the right conditions for it to happen FAST. But I'm not anywhere near..

grahh. my ipod is spoilt. and my handphone is restarting more than often, and my mic speakers are not amplifying my sound. the technological age?

i need drive, again.

2009-06-25T21:49:00.003+08:00

YOU ARE VERY STUPID!

now imagine that originally humourous, light-hearted connotation of the sentence to be a statement of graveness, one that directly connects you to my dystopian world.

It's a constant struggle, and damn it, it's so difficult. so many tests, so many i've failed.

maybe. just maybe. i'm fated to be writing emo posts on this blog. maybe everything i blog, everything in my life, is something that i can emo about. well, that's quite sad.

and i'm so damn stupid?

it's two extreme ends of the spectrum; however why must i only veer towards one? why can't i just turn around, and see that hope, and STOP IT.

this time. i'm set. no matter, i'm gonna get over this stupid treacherous terrain standing in my way.

jellin, thanks a lot for your love.

Jesus, a lot more thanks.. i'll do it for You.

2009-06-24T10:44:00.002+08:00

ahhh..

It has been both good and bad, the last week of holidays. I keep getting focused and distracted at the same time, it's really irritating.

For beatboxing, i've managed to come up with some nasal snares, and i've discovered that my techno bass sound comes out from my nasal passage, that's why it's always inaudible. All these discoveries i made after i realised that it is possible to link up my mixer to the speakers and amplify the mic directly.

after 3 weeks of "rest", i have to get back to HRP. it's kinda irritating.

i cant believe sock and i started talking about one piece ytd night. girls actually watch it! yeah i guess it's pretty kiddy, but it's nice. :D franky is so lame.

memory. focus. concentration.

friend, u're still worrying me. sometimes i dont know whether u're recovering or not. it's seems like u're recovering, but there are just so many instances where u get hurt again. sigh. i dont even know what to do now. all i can say is, take care, and i'll be here for you. i believe one day u'll be able to break free.. (:

2009-06-19T23:07:00.002+08:00

WARNING: long post ahead! (copied from piggy)

I can't believe it. This is the first time, that i've stayed away from mousehunt for so long. 5 whole days!!!! Is that good or bad I don't know. All I know is that I don't regret it as much as I thought I would.

MOECO camp.

Day 1: Waste-time session. We sit in SCH and listen to long talks and blahh. Ok fine it's not so waste time. Quite meaningful la. Then we go down to the small rooms to draw paintings. Our group, consisting of random people, paints a good picture. and i cant believe it was used for the FINAL PICTURE of the montage. wallpaper somemore. we own man.

Day 2: Start the day of at CCAB. Just sit down there and start playing cuz I don't know anybody. Then Gu Huai Yan comes in and starts teaching us. She's not as slack as I thought. For 2 hours I do not realise that is a ballet studio I'm in and I just walk with my shoes around until it is breaktime and I realise, when I walk out, that you can't wear shoes inside. -.- lolololololololololol. and no one told me. not even kianyun, my newfound partner. on the bus to SCH in the afternoon we TALK SUPER LOUD ON THE BUS. yijing mouths a couple of racist jokes. Mr Quek is a good conductor. We realise that xindi and percussion are quite cmi but, nvm, still got 3 more days.

Day 3: CCAB again. This time I remember the take off my shoes before entering the studio. Gu Huai Yan continues to teach, quite well too. We fix our dazu positions. And I am made to sit beside Rui Jun and Tong Hwee. lalala. bus ride was fun as usual. at SCH percussion improves but xindi is still hopeless?! sigh. At SCH, tong and coreena randomly ask me for my name and number. whoa. haha. boringgggg....

Day 4: FUN DAY. At CCAB Gu Huai Yan turns up like 1/2 hour late, saying she witnessed a car accident. We practise for a lil while. After break we have free time all the way. Royston invites us to take a seat on the ballet mats at the back while he attempts to revise geog. FAIL cuz i ended up chatting to him about random stuff like funny youtube videos. and rui jun shows his HELIUM VOICE. SUPER COOL. haha. though i kinda made it even with my spongebob voice. (: In the end we form a mini chat group: Royston, ruijun, coreena, tonghwee and i. we play random songs and talk about random stuff. quite fun! :D On the bus to SCH we went crazy and laughed at Javier's face the whole time. whoaaa. haha. he didnt cry, he made it worse by joking about his own face. his face was funnier than his jokes LOL. during dazu xindi improved a lot, but still not as good.Percussion improved a lot but vibes were still not on time. FUNNNNN.

Day 5: CONCERT DAY! In the morning, I reached super early to escape ERP for my parents. And managed to record Cor's singing. The day was a blast. the whole morning we were doing random stuff. after our rehearsal, the hcico gang gathered at the holding room to play random songs: hongqiju, liangzhu blah blah blah. I asked weiquan to play vida la vida but he dont care. lol. and we had chocolates. hoho. then we started playing bridge with krystal, although i was just watching, cuz i dont know anything about it. lollol. Even on the path to the stage, we made so many jokes about the freight lift. royston kept asking me if i could use my power to control the doors. like ??!?! randomness. and then we started chatting backstage. haha. it was so fun. the actual concert was better. we kinda screwed up. i wanted to come in but i tot i was wrong cuz everyone else didnt come in. like mr quek said, if u're correct and everyone else is wrong, too bad, u're wrong. so i didnt come in. HAHA. WHO CARES ANYWAY. WE STILL GOT APPLAUSE.

It was all.. so fun.. so nice..

And to think I won't be seeing you for so much so much time to come. probably never again. ):

argh.

back to life.

2009-06-14T20:48:00.004+08:00

ARGHHH.

My anger always culminates in a happy ending, all because I do something stupid or I find it too funny to be angry any longer. At first, I kinda hated the fact that i can't hate people for long, but on retrospect i guess it's not that bad.

Okay, it started with Dad shouting angrily at me because I took my laptop into my room and locked the door (to change -.-), to which he perceived as a gesture that indicated that i was going to do something illegal in the room with my room. Despite repeated attempts to tell them that i was bloody changing, Dad just knocked on my door and SHOUTED. That pissed me off.

And you know what comes next. I shut myself up in my room, WITHOUT MY LAPTOP. (so to appease them) And of course it's a routine in anger not to talk to any of your ENEMIES, if not it'd mean that you're giving in. So I didn't talk to Dad and Mum even when they tried to ask me/tell me stuff. I didn't even have the mood to go downstairs to run with my sister, and I just told sis to GO BY HERSELF.

Then during dinner Mum calls us for dinner. I'm not the stupid type of angry kid who gets angry and skips dinner. I went, for practical reasons. I sat down and I stared at the dishes. Cabbage, random veggie and some broiled chicken. Mum introduces the chicken to us, telling us that the chicken costs like $9 or something, is totally organic, and it has, since it was born, been on a diet of nutritious foodstuffs like Yakult, and Mum claims that it is bacteria-free. To maintain my angry stance, I finish my rice in one gulp along with some vegetables, and I eat one small piece of chicken before stepping confidently to the kitchen to put my plate. This is one of the first times I've not eaten more than 50% of a dish of chicken.

Here comes the absolutely stupid, retarded part. After dinner, the Cold War continues, but in my heart I have already lost half the battle. I start to doodle stuff on the Father's Day Card which my sister has finished half of. I draw a house, a path leading to outside of the house, tennis courts and a grand piano outside the size of the tennis court. Suddenly, Mum comes in. I remember that I must be angry. So I don't talk to her. She goes out. SUDDENLY, I FEEL HUNGRY. I sneak out of my room and hear Mum talking on the phone in her room, and Dad bathing in the toilet. I go to the kitchen. I reckon they probably never finished the chicken. I look inside the fridge, and sure enough, I saw two bowls of food covered up, stacked up together. I take gingerly remove the bowls.

(Pre-climax music, possibly with a booming timpani and strong vibrato from the strings)

The bowl on top slips off my hands. It lands on the floor. I see cabbage, ikan bilis, garlic and oil on the floor now. Shit. I put the bowl of chicken (luckily, that's what i was aiming for) back into the fridge. I instinctively use my hands to pick up all the morsels and grains. And I empty them into the dustbin. Thereafter I immediately take a mop and fill a pail of water and I mop the floor as fast as I can.

*dramatic pause* oh no.

Dad almost steps into the kitchen onto the wet floor. Before I have time to realise that I'm still supposed to be angry, I tell Dad to be careful of the wet floor. And I'm like "CRAP WHY DO I SOUND SO HAPPY" after that. Dad smiles and speculates I was going to take the chicken. Though I know he won't believe me, I tell him I was just peering through the fridge and happened to knock down the plate. Up till here, I have totally been defeated in the Cold War. It ends.

What's worse is that Mum comes in later, and, stomach controlling my mouth, I tell Mum that I want to eat the chicken. Mum agrees, surprised that I am no longer angry. (!!!!!) argh. I smile and I take out the bowl of chicken and eat it, probably 80% of it. Everyone becomes happy and we start to talk about things again, like how Aunt wants to squeeze close to 100 people in her crowded flat at one time for next week.

And we live happy ever after. Up till now, that is. I have my laptop on my lap in the living room, outside of my room, to prevent any misunderstandings.

After all this, I'm like ARGHHHH for not being able to sustain my anger.

But.

Well, does it matter?

I. AM. BLOODY. HAPPY. NOW. (:

That's all that matters.

2009-06-13T23:18:00.003+08:00

click click click. b b go ga b.

haha just a few beats. go ga is how i interpreted zede's drums.

oh well, these few days have been amazing. haha. Spending the Friday on a wild, exotic escape with jellin was simply a great time. :D So was meeting with ephraim after that to discuss koobits in the cozy (but hot) Mcdonalds. In the morning xingzhi brought me to gym. I looked like I didn't fit in. Everyone was casually doing pull-ups, with xingzhi showing all his bulk muscle. Whoa.

Today was even more sensational. Sharing an ice cream with nettie did have it's own unique kind of sensation and feeling yeah. so was doing hangman in class under Miss Chang's nose. hoho. To which she realised our boredom and participated in the fun of it all by teaching us how to play other types of games. haha. alex and i just totally gave up on our comprehension.

Later, yet another sleazy afternoon at grandma's house, sampling her new recipe of pumpkin pie before going upstairs to do stupid stuff with my tiny cousins. Playing psp, watching lame maple videos and attempting to teach them how to play Halo on my laptop. Watching manga also. Now I'm home sweet home, at my audio workstation.

Even amidst my exciting life, there are just so many people i have to care about. particularly friend 1 and friend 2.

This paragraph about friend 1 is a sequel to the one in the last post. I'm still worried about friend 1. Although everything seems to be going well, I've a feeling that there is still this insecurity and uncertainty about friend 1.. I hope God will bless friend 1 and let friend 1 understand that she has to stay strong and sure, and there are people who care and will help. God bless you.

Friend 2 is an addition to my concerns. Following the supposedly screwed up auditions, it's good that friend 2 is deciding to move on. And friend 2 will need my help. My concern is how I can help her, because I really have my limitations in languages and humanities.. I have to brush up myself if I want to help people.

Ahh.. I'll pray and sleep over all this.. Goodnights. (:

2009-06-10T21:09:00.002+08:00

I made a startling discovery today.

Never trust msn voice clips to give you the sound quality you want. Ever since I got my Behringer XM8500, I've been using voice clips and the playback to record my beatboxing. Only that it isn't just my beatboxing. It's a more complete package, with extra background noise effects. And the sound quality is bad.

Just now, I told myself, maybe I should try Audacity. ABRADABRA. Suddenly I sound like 150 times better. Finally I find it super worth it to have bought Behringer. Haha. My k snares suddenly sound very close to Dharni's. Wow. haha. but then again, maybe it's cuz of voice clips i keep thinking i sound bad, and so i seek to improve myself. Should i continue using voice clips? :/

Oh well, on a heavier note. Besides being happy over my newfound qqqqquality beats, I've come close to close friend, to feel nothing but grief, anger and frustration. It's really scary.. I've never seen anyone cry so much in real life, especially in such proximity. I don't understand why the world just isn't fair to so many people. My friend, for all people.. It has been a few weeks but my friend still finds it so difficult to move on.. And I can only stand by and comment, but I can't really help much, which makes me feel so hopeless and useless. The majority of the tears came right after we prayed together.. I hope they can bring about relief and not more sorrow..

;) --> this is what i feel like now.

Oh well, take care dear friend. (:

tmr i'll be going to class chalet (a few hours of it) hoho. i hope i can still catch up ma old buddies. :/

2009-06-06T22:14:00.002+08:00

Back to another saturday.

A sleazy night at grandma's house doing nothing really meaningful: playing PSP, calling people for fun and mousehunting. Grandma's carrot cake is really really nice.

502 is working pretty fine. But I guess I'm not using it properly haha. I'm simply using the pre-amp for the mic. I've yet to make full use of the other ports for other things. Hope I will get to use it better in future. But XM8500 is a really good mic! So happy i bought it. (:

Anyway I'm quite sad that Dharni didn't get into the finals of the Beatbox World Championships 2009. Xero is right, Zede doesn't sound as good as Dharni. Dharni is still more solid and ownage than anything.

My KICK ROLLS are finally getting in place. So are my drum and bass, including my rimshot. I do hope I can improve faster so that I can go to some competition or something. Still a distant reality ahh well. I shall continue dreaming..

My HRP lit review is finally on the right track, yay.

While I'm ultra tired, i'm glad to see many people I haven't been seeing for quite long, haha. Nettie for instance. She's back to keep me on track. And piggy, whom I talked to just now. (: I hope I can have a fulfilling holiday before it's too late. whoa haha.

God bless me, and everyone else.

2009-06-03T20:34:00.003+08:00

you. are. hopeless.

wake up, because you've been stuck in your own damn dream for so long, occasionally waking up. BUT YOU ALWAYS FALL BACK IN.

you cant trust yourself anymore, but if you dont who else can? what the heck is wrong with you?

strangle yourself and never let go. unless you're sure you should.

otherwise you dont deserve to live.

Come back, come back. He needs you to come back.

2009-06-01T08:52:00.002+08:00

Yesterday Beethoven's soul entered my body.

I played my Beethoven sonata close to perfection. Dynamics, articulation, technique, everything seemed flawless. I was shocked. It was the best I had ever played. After that teacher even asked me if I had been practising like mad for the past few days. Um, NO. I do hope Beethoven stays in me until after the exam. haha.

GOSH.

I still don't know what to do, it's confusing. But I'll be waiting for a reply, a possible indicator of anything..

Ahhh..

What a way to spend a holiday morning.

2009-05-30T22:08:00.003+08:00

It's time.

Everything begins now.

I'm about to start a marathon. It will be a long journey ahead. And I won't be stopping.

But before that,

I have a dear friend. She has stood by me and gave me priceless advice I could never here from someone else. But now I am caught in a dilemma.

She is really focused. She has a kind of quiet confidence around herself now, something I didn't use to be able to see in tuition last time. She is more determined than ever to achieve what she wants. And I am really happy for her. I believe she can do it.

But as a friend, your role is to give your friend moral encouragement from time to time. That is the least you can do to help the person. And I am doing that. But she's in a really busy state now, and when I give her lots of encouragement, she does appreciate it, and she bothers to reply, but the problem is I don't know whether what I am doing is correct. Does she need my encouragement? When she sees my messages does she feel a sense of comfort, or does she find it redundant that I do so? She's not making clear to me. I really don't know what is the best thing I can do to help her. Does she even need my help? I am so confused and lost. If I don't care about her, what kind of friend am I at times when she needs encouragement? And what if our friendship fades? But if I care, am I being irritating, am i being really useless and not helping at all? I really don't know what she thinks, and I want the best for her. But I don't know what I must do. ): Is there a best way?

HELP ME PLEASE, if you know the best way out for me. I'd very much appreciate your helpful comments and advice. (:

2009-05-28T15:10:00.002+08:00

Our final showdown. I think a lot of people are quite bitter about this SYF presentation thing. And I'm not ashamed to say, I think we've earned it. In all the weeks before SYF, the gradual translation of depression into quiet confidence, those are what characterise HCICO, at least the one I know. If you are still dissatisfied, let's put it nicely for you all out there: let this be a consolation prize to us, to an orchestra that once suffered what was a confidence crisis---an orchestra that is recovering. Period.

On a personal note, sigh.

I need structure. I need organisation. I need rigidity.

I used to think it was a bad thing, I really did. But after escaping from it for a few years and ' enjoying life', I realise that I've been nothing but a piece of dumb crap. I need to overcome myself.

I've found my solace in a lot of things: God, my family, friends who really care about me, but something tells me that I still lack the key to the final door. And I'm finding that key.

My life is like a drama; everything is so dramatic, which is kind of dumb.

I'm telling you now, don't be like me. Don't be what I've become.

Step out, friends. And you'll be surprised at what you can find.

Speed. Focus. Memory.

2009-05-25T20:39:00.002+08:00

fail?

I want to do do it, i really want to. I want to be amnesiac and forget EVERYTHING. But it seems something difficult to put down. I'm helpless, hopeless. Even lynnette says she can't help me this time.

what can i do? continue burying myself in my music, my beats? put myself around people, let their cheerfulness help me?

but it all comes back when i'm alone and self-reflecting. A vicious cycle.

2009-05-23T23:26:00.002+08:00

TAN YU SONG. Why are you so super dumb?

it's supposed to be common sense, and yet you don't even comprehend it. Until now, when you suddenly realise that u must be the stupidest boy in the whole world.

Get brains la. If not you'll always remain an insensitive jerk.

2009-05-19T08:05:00.003+08:00

YES. I'm finally going for jubilate. :D Thanks to jol for helping me order the tix and poor sock for paying for me first.

Haven't had time to watch performances like that for a long time. Time to take a break. Although I know what to expect after this. The June hellidays.

HRP is pretty screwed. Full stop.

I need a mike. I really need a mike. A good one. That's all I need/want for now. Recommendations?

I asked lynnette (finally learnt how to spell it correctly) some interesting questions and I got some interesting answers. Hmm maybe I know where I'm heading now. (: Although I often get lost sometimes and the path gets hazy, I know where it will eventually lead.

Here comes the ............... part.

Yesterday I was revising Math with Dad, and he was teaching me trigo, though I probably wasted much of his time with a bunch of careless mistakes instead of true conceptual errors. He was quite displeased and told me how I needed to do my current Math curriculm properly so that i can understand advanced mathematics next time. Then he started talking about Einstein and his theory of relativity, as well as how he found out that "space tells matter how to move, but matter tells space ho to curve", and how light does not always travel in a straight line. Then Dad told me about quantum physics where when scientists tried to measure the paths of electrons, they failed because, either they could determine the position but have the velocity random, or they could determine the velocity but have the position random, but never both. Then he told me how Einstein thought some parts of quantum mechanics was rubbish because he felt that everything is certain, and not uncertain as said in the Uncertainty Principle proposed in Quantum Mechanics. Then Dad told me how everything in higher physics had a lot to do with mathematics, and he tried to explain to me how a computer chip can process a billion calculations, how a washing machine used fuzzy logic to work, how a calculator requires algorithms to work, and how sin, cos and tan can be represented by some SOMEGUY series thing. That was the point where we went back to trigo after a blazing half an hour of lecture.

Whoa.

I have a long way to go. :

2009-05-15T11:05:00.003+08:00

b-d-bum tum bfum tum b-dbum tumbfum dblll dbl dblll dbl dbll dbl dblll

That was the routine by Adam Matta during the Beatbox Battle Convention. Here's the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ugs6iEWQ-R4

I'm not very clear on the notation of trumpet, but it does sound like "dbl".

To me, Adam Matta is one of the more relaxing beatboxers, because of his really snazzy trumpet use. If you do listen carefully, Matta's beats are mostly simple and straightforward, but the blend of his beats with his pitching is simply beautiful. He's not the best beatboxer. He doesn't have Roxor's speed, Turner's clarity nor L.O.S.' variety, but at least it's cool, it's nice. (:

Yesterday, Xero tried to help me understand the bongo drums, by recording a series of voice clips. I asked him how long he took to learn it, and he said a couple of minutes, just by listening to music and imagining how he could do the sound with his mouth. argh he's just too pro, and he claims he's one of the noobiest. -.- Then how come he's like number 4 in singapore or something.

Class performance should be rescheduled to after the June holidays. During the holidays, I MUST start working with a mic, a real one, not my retarded desktop mic. I must try to eliminate all the air sounds that I make whenever I use the mic in auditorium. Wish me luck!

Haha anyway it's time to celebrate yuna's birthday for the first time after so long. :D she told me that she celebrated her birthday like 1 month later before but I still feel bad for delaying this for so long. So, to make it up, I shall buy her a nice, big prezzie. (: Maybe this is the theorized 5th stage of friendship (Kwang, 2009), but I don't believe that it is anything bad, the whole stage thing. I believe that it is the process that matters. No one can really be friends for too long, to speak practically. But maybe it is really heartwarming that even so much distance, both space and time, you can still reconcile and do simple things for the friend who still lives in your heart.

Maybe I am idealistic, but I believe that all friendships are stored in the heart, and it lies there, latent. No matter what has happened between you and that friend, reconciliation is possible. People always tell me I am emotionally weak. I am always susceptible, always vulnerable to mood swings and emotional turmoil, most of which I am impose on myself about myself. And one of the things they cite is that I don't have the ability to get angry with people for too long. I used to hate myself for that too, because whenever I vowed to be angry with someone, and stay angry, after a day, I'd just look forward to reconciliation, and my aggressive thoughts would just vanish into thin air. In retrospect, maybe it's a gift. (:

As such, I wish you good luck for all the friendships you have, and I hope they will always exist, at least in your hearts. (:

hohoho. screwed for lit. D:

2009-05-11T10:01:00.002+08:00

Am I okay? I hope so.

I'm still alive and beatboxing.

Having watched a tad too much of heroes, now I always lay out my hands in the shape of a fan, and I try manipulating objects with my mind, and it fails. Metaphorically maybe it means that I often don't reach the things I want to reach out to. And it's really just disturbing.

Maybe sometimes passion isn't a fire in our heart. It is simply a glowing splint; an external force is required to set it ablaze, and harness it to its full potential. Maybe that's what I have, a latent force in me which I cannot bring out.

I need to improve.

I've spoken so much about the self-revamping thing over and over again. It's gonna happen. It must happen.

Anyway we've finally decided that I can't stay consistent for three minutes for the dance song. And if I suddenly screw up the whole dance will screw up. So we've decided on a few-minutes-long freestyle for Walter and I. I hope everything will turn out fine. We should be doing sesame street.

Having done so many beats, it's definitely time to add some rhythm to my life.

2009-05-06T07:30:00.003+08:00

I'm glad that I sorted out my thoughts fast enough before it could lead to disaster. I've been childish, foolish, stupid, retarded, everything I never asked for.

And I'm back. :D

After yet another dramatic episode, I've discovered more friends who care, people who actually bother to understand and express their concern. One day I will dedicate a post to all of you. Thank you all for your awesomeness. (: Stop looking around, thinking of who it might be. It could well just be you.

Yesterday we've finally decided on the song for class performance. The Way I Are by Timbaland. Back in Beijing 2008, this song had already piqued by interest, and I'm honoured that I now have the chance to use beatbox for it. I tried to go all techno with the lip buzz, but it turns out that a brief muted techno sounds better, according to qihan and my own feeling after listening to my own recording. I've made a big discovery you MUST always record your own beats and playback, if not you don't know how to control the dynamics. For that, my techno swallow and techno bass are too soft, but they sound loud to me when I do it and listen for myself, because I am hearing internally, if you get what I mean. I'm so excited! This will be my second official time performing on stage, and it will be a non-stop beatbox for 3 minutes plus, I must make sure that I control my breathing well before I can perform flawlessly.

But for today, just today, I must forget everything about beatboxing. My mind will mutate itself to be selective to take in only knowledge based on geography and physics, and nothing else. I must employ all possible memory-enhancing tactics, hooks, anchors, whatever. It's gonna be a long day. At least I hope it will be, so that I have enough time to get those A1s, after my traumatic experiences with Chemistry and Math. Wish me luck!

Oh cool Miss Cheong just came in with a pail of water and we're supposed to clean the class now.

See ya. :D

2009-05-04T19:41:00.002+08:00

I don't know what was running through your head when you said that to me. As for me, everything seemed to suspend. And everything that I had been looking forward to just melted into a puddle of nothing.

On hindsight, I laugh. Haha. Haha. Haha. It was all a dream.. so hazy, so blur, so sweet, so beautiful. That I expected to materialise. Haha.

I pinned all my hopes on that chance, on that slight glimmer of hope. You annihilated it all.

Every strand of hope should have ceased to exist.

I'm hitting the pavements again later.

Tonight will be a difficult time; without your voice by my ear lulling me to sleep.

But I shouldn't care.

I'll be on the pavement, moving with a steady forward.

2009-05-01T22:12:00.004+08:00

Okay anyway, I took down my beatboxing video today. It really sucks! I watched it myself and I jeered at it.

I'll post a much better one next time.

I'm aiming to becoming the top beatboxer in Singapore. It will be a very very very long journey, but I will try.

I added this guy on msn today. He's really good! and one of the top 5 in Singapore. This is his video!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytVGcypTLeI

He's really good. His tch snare is especially sound and clear bright, best I've ever seen. He gave me an msn tutorial on it! Just bit too comfortable with swearing. haha.

TCH TCH TCH TCH!

It hurts.

I doubt you'll ever see this, but it hurts.

You've told me not to be like that, I know.

But.

2009-04-28T20:13:00.003+08:00

I finally uploaded a new video onto my channel. :D

http://youtube.com/user/timecrosser

I find that beatboxing destresses. Whatever people say about it being poserlike, act-coolish and all, personally it is a great thing to do especially when you're alone. :D

Nowadays I'm caught between happy and sad. Happy that I have friends and family members who support me all the way, but sad that sometimes I just don't have the focus and concentration. I've recited my timetable for the day to nettie, I hope that keeps me self-affirmation and a clear focus on my tasks.

Today we went for MOECO camp briefing. It's nice being able to see NYCO comm people again. Orchestra A, so it turns out, isn't the "better" one. I base my argument on the difficulty of the scores we are required to practise. Well that doesn't matter cuz I guess it will be fun either way. :D later went for prata and the milo i ordered never came. Ah well. I'll have to plan in advance for the work I want to accomplish in the one week in June where I'll be at the camp. Hope I will survive. Yes.

I will survive.

So I'm going to my work now. Bye!

2009-04-26T22:57:00.002+08:00

I'm touched.

You care. ;D

I haven't felt like this for a long time.

Thank you.

2009-04-24T21:55:00.002+08:00

Why is it that when I reflect upon my actions and I find that I am not myself, nor who I want to be..

Why is it that the lone ranger has to be me?

And that I always, always fail despite numerous attempts to change myself to become a more focused person?

I will strike myself hard.

2009-04-22T23:26:00.003+08:00

WE DID IT.

Wow.

On the way back to school I just beatboxed on the bus non-stop. ;D

It's all so surreal. But I know it's true. (:

Somehow the Gold yesterday was translated into the GWH today.

Thank you HCICO! I love you all!

2009-04-21T22:01:00.003+08:00

SYF.

We have less than 24 hours to make a decision.

A decision of whether we truly, truly want that title that everyone craves for.

Many people have commented that we are GWH material, every single one of us. But it's just really disheartening that when we are together we don't sound unified.

This is it, guys. It's no longer to be or not to be.

It's to want or not to want.

Set your hearts alight. Let it burn, that fiery, consuming passion for gold with honours.

whhhhhhhhoooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

whhhhhhhooooooooooooosssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhh.

I believe [we] can fly.

2009-04-19T13:18:00.006+08:00

The Oxymoronic Truth

It is clearly nebulous, how people

Make peace with war,

Fabricate genuity,

Smile sadly,

Hate love,

Are generous with greed

(gaining losses when they could have chosen less more),

Disrupt continuum

(for meaningless purposes),

Work slackness,

And firmly waver,

Amidst constant change.

For an optimistic world.

~TimeCrosser.

2009-04-18T23:34:00.002+08:00

4 days.

I don't know. I really don't know. My mind's so jumbled up now. Should I persist? Or should I just let my heart break into a trillion pieces and try to piece it together again?

Just when I thought.. Nope. I never even should have thought. It is futile anyway. It's like being given a box of chocolates to discover it empty.

Okay anyway, maybe I should have my focus back on SYF. We have less than a 100 hours before the day. It will be a performance, not a competition. We will go in with our heads held high. And we will emerge from SCH with our heads held high, regardless of the results.

I'm trying my best not to let my thoughts and emotions affect my cognition and judgement, and I hope everyone understands the importance of that too. Strive on.

2009-04-16T14:52:00.004+08:00

5 days.

Like Patrick Nuo sang, it's once in a lifetime.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0b88Eo20tQ

I remember two years ago, at this time before the competition, the mood was nervous and tense. Everyone practised like mad, and there was this collective sense of discipline. Something that we probably lack now.

Then again, it could be a good thing. Maybe there is a direct relation between discipline and stress. When less is required of us to adhere strictly to discipline, maybe stress levels will decrease as well. With this is mind, maybe we can do better.

Let me rephrase that.

We will do better.

What zls said today made extraordinary sense. I can just imagine the anguish Randy felt two years ago when we didn't clinch it. For a top-notch erhu player like him, he must have felt mentally defeated.

But anyway, jiayou.

However cliched this sounds, BELIEVE.

2009-04-15T22:57:00.002+08:00

I hate it when it pours over me and robs me of my principles, my values.

I feel powerless. Everything is out of control, just like cancerous cells.

It devours me and spreads like a disease, trying to take away all my quitessentials of a human being.

The best thing is, I don't know if I can strike back. And even if I can, how long it will last before I fall into this unending cycle.

Give me strength.

2009-04-13T22:19:00.003+08:00

I know it's over.

All the sweet indulgements of yesterday.

But I'm still dreaming, and probably always will be.

2009-04-12T19:02:00.006+08:00

Remember thetwofus

Youandi braved storms,

Darkness in all forms,

Creating light and fire,

From a sparkling wire.

Youandi were never apart,

A set lunch, never a la carte.

Towards the looming mire,

We had each other.

You and i are now grown up,

Grown-up INDIVIDUALS, aren't you proud?

We can settle problems on our own

In that undisturbing, considerate tone.

You and i dont need each other,

Our affairs become another matter.

While i will always be small,

Maybe i dont need you anymore.

This marks the beginning of a renewed life,

In that new sea of hope I will dive,

There's one dolphin that'll swim alongside Me,

It need not be you, can't you see.

Who's the small one now? you or Me?

2009-04-10T23:52:00.002+08:00

It seems to me that I will always fall prey.

All this time, all I have been trying to do is to push myself to the limits. And I recall mentioning that life, like squash, is a competition against yourself.

Yet after repeated efforts, I still fail.

Today I played squash again. During the last 5 minutes of the session I tried hitting the ball to the back wall.

It never made contact.

Maybe sometimes you don't push yourself to the limits. The limits pushes itself to you, and you find yourself in a state of degradation, shocked at what you can no longer do.

Time and time again I'm struck with this strong emotive force, telling me that what I believe in is no longer realistic, no longer attainable.

I'm suspended in this layer of vacuum, isolated from the rest of the universe, and I can't do nothing about it.

So here I am, enveloped in this senseless drivel.

2009-04-09T22:20:00.002+08:00

ARGH. Today was Project's Day. Went ahead and put forth my idea of the songwriting project.

We were one of the last groups to present; it's either the dragginess of the day or the judges looked pissed with our performance. :/

I got into MOECO camp orchestra A! I wonder what it'll be like. They say A is the better one. I hope I don't screw up my erhu anymore than it already is.

Today we wanted to discuss class performance. The original meeting was scheduled at 2pm. In the end no one turned up, besides Ming, Kah How, Ephraim, Bradley, Nick Lui and myself, from what i noted. The situation's dangerously moving towards me doing a beatboxing solo. That is SO not in order. Why call it a class performance then?

SYF. Again and again I feel hopeless due to the pathetic frequency of practices. It's around 2 weeks to the competition but we only have 5 dazus. Erhu MUST start bucking up. If not we'll be on a collision course with failure.

I cut my hair today. Now it looks much neater than before and my hair doesn't seem to be all over the place. argh.

Someone slightly annoyed me off today. Today, I was at the drinks stall queueing to buy 4 mugs of fruit juice, for Milton, Adam and Jie Gang, and the uncle needed quite some time to make the juice on the spot. This small guy (probably sec 1) beside me kept complaining out loud. like, "Wahlao, still got?" (after i had collected only two mugs) and TZUBing and TSKing, like he's trying to beatbox. And he sounded super pissed and everything. I'm like. I waited even longer before you, dude.

WELCOME TO LIFE.

2009-04-08T22:31:00.003+08:00

Finally, the outcome.

No it's not the beginning, it's not the end either.

The competition has not started yet.

I'll need every ounce of my body's worth of hard work.

Cheer me on.

2009-04-08T11:37:00.000+08:00

It's done.

No turning back now.

2009-04-07T21:57:00.003+08:00

It was a grappling decision I had to make.

But it all starts---tonight. Maybe it will end tonight too.

Midnight. The start of a day, the end of a day.

Will this be the start of a journey or the end of one?

It's up to me now. I'll do my best.

2009-04-06T11:38:00.006+08:00

I take chemistry but I never seem to feel it..

I'm blogging in the middle of chemistry class now, and there's so much red tape with the new google doc spreadsheets thing that I am having the time to reflect.

Kah how is doing some weird action beside me, snapping his fingers and tapping his shoulders. He's holding a pencil and staring at this right now.

I just learned this from Chem lesson: Pressure affects the rate of reaction.

Should I apply pressure? Will it speed up the reaction?

I won't know.

2009-04-06T00:07:00.002+08:00

You probably meant it as a joke, a passing remark.

But I have lost hope.

I stop in my tracks.

I find myself faltering; my mind at loggerheads with my heart.

Do I convey the truth?

Can I handle the aftermath?

You rest peacefully, leaving me in solitude, and I wonder if I was a grave mistake from the start.

I make no difference, it seems.

2009-04-05T13:30:00.002+08:00

Something extraordinary just happened.

Today I didn't go to church cuz sis didn't want to go and Mum asked me to stay at home to finish my homework. For some reason, I agreed, when usually I wouldn't have, because going to church is a must for every Christian; it speaks about how much time and effort you care to dedicate to God.

So I started doing work. Lunchtime was 11am. After lunch, I came back to the com and started working on Geography. It was frustrating, to the extent that I did something I should never, ever have done---watch Heroes Season 3. I totally got myself carried away, lost in the world of pixels in front of me. I just watched on and on, all the way till 1pm.

Suddenly, Mum came into the room. In a flustered state, I clicked Alt-Tab. She saw the flash and she started questioning me, "What was that?" And she demanded that I open the video. I started shouting at her, telling her that I had enough of Geography, something I could never comprehend. It was a mental breakdown. I was hurriedly and angrily defending myself for watching Heroes. Then she called Dad in. I argued with them heatedly until I started crying and asserting that watching videos was but a simple way to eliminate stress, and they were being unreasonable.

Then it happened.

A wave of emotion swept over me, and I found myself looking into a mental mirror. Why was I crying? Why? There was nothing to cry about. I was being an idiot, a total retard.

I started asking myself, Hey, what has happened to you? At that moment, my blood regained its pressure, and my agitation was suppressed. It all happened in a few seconds. Just 10 seconds ago, I was shouting at Mum at max volume, and here I was, doing some self-reflection and finding this all silly, all a mistake. After calming myself down for 30 seconds, with Mum sitting on my bed all silent, I mouthed the magic word. Sorry.

This was all quite amazing. Nothing of this sort has ever happened to me. Whenever I argue with my parents, I always argue in a not-lose-face manner until things turn ugly, and everyone gets frustrated. And it always ends up with them having to apologize when it's totally my fault. And I want to apologize to them after the whole thing but I don't have the face to.

So I don't know how I did it. I don't know how I made myself rational all of sudden, rational enough to reflect on myself and apologize for something that was my fault. The thought of many things made me come to my senses. Maybe it's my bad grades, or maybe it's the sweet thought of her, but something made me sane almost instantly. And I realised what it was.

Satan had led me astray, into his world of temptation, into his world of indulgence, to the point that I lost myself and my control of everything about me. My thoughts, my emotions and my actions. I had been manipulated by Satan. He had my brain, heart and soul the first moment i double clicked on the Heroes episode.

It was God who rescued me. From temptation. It's true. I never could have done this myself. Never could I resolve an argument so peacefully. After I cried, there was this inaudible voice that sounded in my head. A voice that calmed me, and made me level-headed once more

I only know that when I was reading Matthew yesterday night, Jesus calmed the winds and the waves when he was on the boat.

Similarly, He saved me.

2009-04-04T23:12:00.002+08:00

SNCO exchange today. An array of emotions, as usual, towards this type of exchanges. The bonds you've built up with the people you've worked with closely, even for those few weeks, cannot be easily broken. Now it's kinda weird seeing that they've left us. Sock, mag, yuting, jolene, xinru, xueshi, shirlene and yuqi. (: The ones i'm more familiar with yeah. But i think everyone was great in helping to create this.

If you read this, Chang Hui, sorry for making you do so many in such a short span of time. You have done a lot, a lot and a lot. Although the games today didn't go to well, We know you've tried your best. (: And we can't blame you, cuz overall the whole thing is really too rushed.

I know my wuqiongdong sucked. But you guys brought the torturing audio on yourself when you volunteered me to perform in front of everyone. GRRR.

Had fun with Sock's water gun. splashed mingda's pants. and yanliang is so so so quick. when i passed him the gun i was already sure he was gonna 偷袭 and shoot me. Surprisingly, despite that knowledge, I still couldn't evade him. :/ Must catch up on my agility. Jolene says I'm fast but I don't think so. Maybe just for my size.

Became old in just a few minutes. All thanks to Hsiong dousing flour onto my head, allowing it to "flour"ish. I didn't bother to clean it during dazu and zhihui looked kinda shocked when he saw my head. xD and mag kept sniggering with yuting yeah. very, very funny.

I guess that brings me to the end of a memorable chapter in my life. I'm sorry I have had to cut it short on the details..

Everyone. Everything. Was so amazing. (:

************************************************************************************

Now I'm propelled back into life.

Even after something so dreamlike, I'm still dreaming of you. Is my heart so vulnerable?

I don't know myself how true that is, and how pragmatic it can get.

I'm waiting. But I don't know how long it will be.

It's so weird. We've only just said hello.

You left me hanging there.

It's just like any another songwriting project. Once I have my heart in it, I can't get out of it, until I see results.

Dang. Dangerous.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be this way.

But you provided the fuel for my heart to set ablaze once again.

2009-04-02T21:55:00.002+08:00

Gosh it's like. Something's happening to me. Some rekindling of a flame somewhere in my heart. I don't know how to explain this.

The feeling of waiting, waiting and waiting today. It felt like eternity. I don't know what's wrong. Hopefully it's not what I think it is.

It seems ludicrous I know. But maybe, just maybe. Xueshi was right.

It seems like another April Fool's joke my heart and my brain are playing on me.

Oh no. not at this juncture man.

2009-04-01T23:19:00.003+08:00

Haha Happy April Fool's people! :D

Today i played tricks on at least five people. (: Attempted to convince Kah How of an unexistent Chemistry assignment, but failed. At least Sean believed me for a lil' while. And some other people fell for it.

The TWO MOST EPIC TRICKS:

1) Comes back home. Goes into the room to see Mum and sis. Tell them that Dad called and said he would be having a meeting till rather late and come back at 11 plus. Mum and Sis give me the shock expressions and Sis laments at how she has to wait very long before Dad comes back and helps her with her Math and other schoolwork. I say April Fool's.

2) Waited yesterday, on March 31st, in my bed, in the darkness, at 11.30pm. Waited for the clock to turn midnight to play my first trick. Time comes. I call the PERSON WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED and she actually believes me, not realising it's already midnight, the start of April Fool's. I have a good night's sleep. (:

Actually 2) is quite vague cuz I know the person will kill me if i expose her. Never mind. she has a tree in her heart yeah. Xin Li You Shu.

2009-03-29T12:43:00.003+08:00

Kick rolls kick rolls kick rolls. I need to master them.

I guess I've understood the part on temptations. I have to get on with life. There's this new pounding determination in me now. I'm just concerned about how long it will last.

There are three things I want to pray about now:

1) st. nick's co and hcico exchange

2) i dont piss anyone off

3) i have enough time for EVERYTHING.

Project's Day is next next wednesday. Once I finish writing the theme song for our album we'll be quite done. HRP is the main concern now, as well as Math.

The other day I asked bro a question, "Why are you always alone?"

He replied, "Cuz I like to be alone." And he smiled. Like this--- (:

I kinda learned a lot from that. I've been too dependent on the people around me. Squash is a good exercise to counter that. It's a game against no one but yourself.

Will it be possible that I ever stop playing table tennis and go for squash solely?

I guess only time can tell, only God can tell.

Jiayou.

2009-03-26T18:22:00.003+08:00

Slip out the back---Fort Minor

You know me,
I used to get caught up in everyday life
Tryin' to make it through my day
So I can sleep at night
Tryin' to figure out my way
Through the maze of rights and wrongs
But like you used to say
Nothing feels like it's really worth it
Forget perfect
I'm tryin' not to be worthless
Since I last saw you I've been lookin' for a purpose
Well, I met this kid who thought like I did
He had a weird way of lookin' at it,
This is what he said:

Slip out the back before they know you were there
At the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared
Slip out the back before they know you were there
At the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared

Now, I don't remember where I met him
Or remember his name
But he walked funny, like he was just to big for his frame
Just over 5 foot, but he weighed a buck fifty
And what he said seemed so right, it stuck with me
Listen,
It's like poker; you can play your best,
But you gotta know when to fold your cards
And take a rest
And know when to hold your cards, hold your breath
And hope that nobody else is stackin' the deck
Because,
I don't need to tell you that life isn't fair,
It doesn't care it arbitrarily cuts off your air,
And like you, I want someone to say it's ok
In the truest part of their hearts everybody's afraid
We're just
Under-appreciated and overwhelmed
Fightin' so hard to hide our fear that we're scaring ourselves,
You understand what I'm sayin',
'Cause you always did,
But it's different in the words of a cowardly kid,
Who said:

Slip out the back before they know you were there
At the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared
Slip out the back before they know you were there
At the worst you'll see nobody cares
'Cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down
Even heroes know when to be scared

And I'm no hero,
You remember how it was, you know,
All I ever did was worry feelin' out of control
To the point where everything is going
End over end
I'm spinnin' around in circles again,
This is where you come in
All of this to explain to you why
I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life
Please remember,
This isn't how I hoped it would be
But I had to protect you from me
That's why I

Slipped out the back before you knew I was there
I know you felt unprepared
But every single time I was around I just bring you down
And I could tell that it was time to be scared
That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
And I know the way I left wasn't fair,
I didn't want to be around just to bring you down
I'm not a hero, but don't think I didn't care

2009-03-25T22:07:00.004+08:00

I'm scared.

I'm playing the piano as though it's my first time playing the piano. It shocks me that I can't create a proper sound when I'm supposed to play just one note. I couldn't even handle one small movement of the sonata. I'm totally hopeless now.

I seem to have forgotten how to play the erhu. My notes are totally inaccurate and my rhythm is way out. I go back to the time when I just started playing.

And what kind of bloody practices are we having in CO. With my juniors talking non-stop and playing totally out of rhythm and tune. And I'm trapped in a glass cage, watching them. I can't do anything about it. Maybe the cage is soundproof cuz they never seem to listen at all.

I can't do anything properly, not to mention schoolwork. And I'm pissing people off.

Everything's one big, messy, bloody whirl.

What is happening to me?

I know it's me. It's me. It's my fault.

I let myself walk into those purgatorial flames. It's burning me. It's burning me even now.

HELL NO. Get me away from Satan. Please. He's leading me deeper and deeper into every temptation, every easy way out. Please. Every moment of my life is spoiled and ruinded by him. It's burning me, it's killing me. I'm but one burning, lifeless lump.

GET AWAY FROM ME. HELLISH DEMON.

2009-03-21T10:28:00.004+08:00

Well, I think I might have gone too far this time.

Hey, look, I don't know if you'll read this, but you know me. I always do things out of fun. I never had the intention of hurting you or defaming you in any way. If saying sorry helps, I apologise for everything.

Okay anyway. SYF. Gold with honours.

Sometimes I wonder if there is enough time. It's going to be a journey from now on. However purgatorial it is going to be.

Sometimes I wonder if i am going to die.

Sometimes I wonder if I can cross time.

Sometimes I wonder if shaking myself, pushing myself to the limits, will allow me to surpass it.

Sometimes I wonder if my efforts will make a difference. Just like to send an error report, or not to send an error report.

Sometimes I wonder if wondering will help.

Whatever. From now on, I am going to go on a journey. And I need the Lord. Amidst everything, I've seemingly forgotten his presence.

Hangs on my cupboard door, a song of ascents:

I lift up my eyes to the hills---

where does my help come from?

My help comes from the LORD,

the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip---

he who watches over you will not slumber;

indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.

The LORD watches over you---

the LORD is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day,

nor the moon by night.

The LORD will keep you from all harm---

he will watch over your life;

the LORD will watch over your coming and going

both now and forevermore.

Psalm 121

May He guide you, brothers and sisters, unto the road of eternal journey.

Amen.

2009-03-15T15:32:00.002+08:00

I havent been tagging for a long time. I shall narrate briefly what has happened over the few days.

MAS has been a wonderful experience---the organising committee has done a pretty good job this round. (: The new friends I have made, the fun times, even the really engaging debates, I miss everything a lot. Too bad I missed out a lot on the Vietgapore part during the second press conference. ;) I had to go for MOECO camp auditions.

MOECO camp auditions was cool. We arrived there super early and started playing on the terraces: Yijing, Zhonghao, Shi Kai, Tze Yong, Song Sim, Kai Kiat and I. There was like a PE lesson going on on the track! And I think we were disturbing them just a little bit, cuz the Caucasion instructor kept staring at us while briefing the little kiddos.

RAWR I left at 12 from MAS to go to the venue just to wait there for like goodness knows how long. We were actually one of the first few there and NYGH was slower than us. Still i got like 21st in the queue. Not bad la Ying Xuan got 29th. Saw Wendy, Xinyi and Cassandra there also. For 2 hours I just sat on the ground spamming my erhu. All the lianxiqu. At one point I was playing at a volume that Tze Yong could hear me from 3 metres away. And the we randomised and started playing dohraedohsoh at 160 on the metronome. People started staring at me. Who cared. I was too bored. WAY TOO BORED. The whole thing ended at 4.30. So imagine how long the sitting-on-the-ground busking took.

When I went into the audition room the male judge asked me what school I was from cuz I was still in MAS wear. :D So i replied and then I sat down. I started playing. The female judge laughed when I was playing the first few notes, as though I'm like some kinda joke popping out from nowhere. I was slightly offended. :/ Okay after the first time the male judge told me (in chinese), "Can you play a bit louder? You are a boy with so much strength and you can't play loud?" And the female judge laughed at this point. So I played the piece again. I thought i did much better the second time. After that I just walked out of the audition room grandly and said 'jiayou' to yingxuan with everyone staring at me for why I dont know.

Hehe this reminds me of friday. After MAS I was sitting outside practising the erhu cuz I was too bored. Qihan came along and we started spamming technically difficult songs at a high speed. At one point Lucas (the censored press reporter who asked an innocent question ;D) came over and witnessed grandmaster Qihan playing flight of the bumblebee on erhu. His jaw literally dropped open I think. Sometime I will take a secret video of Qihan playing it and upload it on youtube and post it here. ;D

AH WELL. I'm really bored now. Church was meaningful, as usual. I screwed up on the keyboard today though. ;O Maybe cuz I thought I could get past without practising any of the songs until 1 hour before. And I shall force myself to read the Bible regularly.

Have been checking out some songs on youtube. Succexy by Metric is a really meaningful song. So was the MV.

GRAH. I'm gonna play typing race with yingxuan now. so bored. Looking forward to high flyers dinner/meeting later. (: Bye!

2009-03-10T21:05:00.002+08:00

Today, I officially lost half of my vocal scratch. :/ (ibada-iwuh)

It's quite a feeling to learn how to do something and not know how to do it at all later.

Maybe it's the same for erhu. Today, when I played in dazu, I noticed that my rhythm, note accuracy, left-right hand coordination as well as bowing were all quite screwed. :/ I guess I can ever help with one thing: When I'm under pressure, nervousness gets the better of me, and I screw up. Just that I don't declare it openly like Obama.

The most upsetting thing is that I tried my very best. To produce the best sounds. Not because I happened to see Zhi Yi and Tricia popping in, but cuz it was something I had to do. On the actual day. And to my disappointment, I played very skimpily.

I think it's about time I consider how I do things. Maybe sometimes I just have to channel all my time and energy into something and not think of something else while I do it. I've always told myself this but have never managed to achieve it properly.

So, today I tried. At the piano, I didn't bother to lift up the back cover. I just played my pieces with all my heart, all my mind. It was a miracle because what came out was no longer jumpy, stubby notes that didn't seem to fit, but different parts that combine to form a musical poem. The back cover didn't matter that much as I thought it would. I hope it's not too late to realise that this is the way to do things.

I know I am seriously dumb and retarded.

Anyway. Model Asean Summit is fun.

2009-03-08T14:44:00.002+08:00

Today I did something I should have done 2 years ago. I lifted the back cover of my piano and played on it, so that it would look more like a grand piano in those concert halls. When i touched the keys, VOILA! If you know what is tian1 yuan1 zhi1 bie2, you'll know how it felt like. It was like a brand new piano I was playing on. The volume, the sonority, everything was clearer than before. When I played my Beethoven sonata on it, I could even pick out small details which I had previously overlooked. It was dumb to for me to assume that lifting the back cover of the piano wouldn't help with my playing. Boy I was wrong.

Once again, another lesson I can draw from this small experience: You just have to give things a first try right? If not you'll never know what it can do for you, how much it can benefit you.

Second thing: NEVER, NEVER ASSUME. My teacher once said, dont assume. Look at the word assume. If you break it up you get this: ass|u|me.

When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.

Okay besides all these inspirational lessons I'm drawing out from little things, let's look at work.

This is my breakdown of all the tasks I have to accomplish this weekend:

HRP, HRP and HRP.

I'll also spend this weekend thinking up some drastic measures to improve CO. Wish me luck and good luck to you all too. (:

See ya!

2009-03-07T11:13:00.001+08:00

It's amazing how simple things you do in life are the ones that give you the greatest lessons.

Just a while ago, I embarked on an amazing journey through my mind. I shall try to narrate it in the form of a short story. Here goes:

Lessons

I gingerly opened the creaking glass door, stepping into the court. Here, it was my arena, where I pit myself against the most formidable opponent ever----myself. I quickly got warmed up, hitting the ball against the front wall and moving side to side. Subsconciously, I started a game of squash, and the mechanisms of

picking up the ball and hitting it back towards the wall were seemingly automated. At this point, my mind began to wander.

HCICO's screwed situation in SYF 2009. Term 1 results. Friendship problems. HRP proposal. Gradually, the energy I spent processing these thoughts was channelled to my right arm. With every ball, I used more force. With every step, I became more agile. Suddenly, it was as if all these problems in my mind allowed me to play a better game against myself. Occasionally, I shouted "Cat High" at the wall, and smashed the ball straight into it, as though HCICO will beat Cat High hands down. At other times, I did the back wall a few times, summoning all my strength, feeling that I had the strength to control all these problems, to solve them. Soon, the walls became the root cause of all my anger, my exasperation, and every ball I hit I hit into the face of misery.

Suddenly, it struck me that exacting my strength, my force against the wall was not the

genuine solution to my problems. With every shot I took, the wall would always reflect back to me, and it was up to me to hit the ball again to sustain the game. With this knowledge in mind, I stopped venting my anger against the wall meaninglessly. I would set a target. I stood in the box enclosed in red tape, and stared at the wall. I would do a serve, a serve that was so strong it would allow the ball, upon contact with the front wall, to journey to the glass wall at the back. It would be a difficult serve to catch by squash standards, that I knew despite my poor skills.

Immediately, I related this hit, this goal of mine, to SYF 2009. I told myself, if I hit the ball now, and it goes to the glass wall, HCICO will beat Cat High in SYF. Instinctively I threw the

ball up into the air, and my racket slammed straight into the ball. My head turned, rather disappointingly, when the ball touched down onto the court beside me but failed to reach the glass wall. My heart sank, but I tried to laugh at myself. What kind of crap was this? You're simply being stupid if you think a shot is going to decide your future. And so, I tried again. This time the ball sailed with a bit more distance, and reached a groundbreaking distance of around 5cm away from the back wall. Still, I wasn't satisfied. I could not help feeling if this was a premonition that HCICO would not be able to make it to Gold with honours. Gathering my strength, I brought the ball up into the air for the third time and hit it. The ball never even reached the court beside me. Here, I was rather devastated. But I told myself, calm down, calm down, you have to focus. With this, I prepared myself for a ritual which I thought could increase my chances of success.

I opened the glass door and went out. I sat down on the bench outside for a little while. I told myself, you are in the waiting room now. You have but one chance to make it, once and for all. There will be no more retries. You will do it now or never. I got up from the bench pretty nervous, and strode through the glass door, shutting it behind me. As I stepped towards the serving box, many scenarios flashed through my mind. Not just SYF. A solo piano recital, a beatboxing performance, making a speech of any kind. My brain seemed to make a vivid connection between these scenarios and the shot I was about to take. I stood in the box, nervous but sure, and something in my brain told me to concentrate all my power and strength into this shot. I flashed back to the squash lessons I had with Jason during the November holidays last year. I flipped my racket into the correct grip, and I stared deeply into the centre of the racket face, because I knew there was where you had to hit to achieve maximum power. I tensed my muscles. My left hand swinged and gave

the ball a perfect toss 2 metres into the air, and my right hand moved behind my neck where I waited for the ball to plummet. I smashed the ball into the front wall.

It was an astounding sight to behold. The ball flew with breakneck speed towards the wall, subsequently reflected into the back wall, way above the line. It was an out. But I had did it. Probably overdone. The ball's journey did not end there though. It continued to journey to the front of the court after the dual reflection where it ended up in a position where I put down my racket and felt the need to take a photo of it with my phone immediately.

Here it is:

I did it once, and I did it. The thing is, after achieving such a remarkable feat, I failed to do the same shot again. After countless attempts of hitting the ball, and trying to mimic what I did for that same shot, I never could achieve the same effect I had on that ball, even though I did hit the glass wall a few times. Even repeating the ritual several times proved it to be unsucessful.

I guess it's like that in life. Some things, you have to do it once, do it good. Especially when the situation is hopeful, and there is opportunity for you to do it well. During that shot, I had the focus, the will, the alacrity, all the factors that were required for that shot were amassed and could only be present at that point of time. I could not say the same for my other unsuccessful attempts. Another thing I can draw from squash is that with every thing we do, every challenge we face, we should pit ourselves against our main adversary---that is ourselves. Once we can overcome overselves, there is no limit to what we can do, and what problems we can solve. These lessons apply to anything and everything we do in life, and I'm glad to be able to share them with you, so that you can possibly benefit.

Strive on!

P.S. If you ever get to read this, members of HCICO, remember: do it once without regret, do it with your best, and DO IT. Gold with Honours.

~Timecrosser.

2009-03-04T19:23:00.000+08:00

I realise there's not much difference whether I enlarge my text or not. So i'm just gonna keep it this way.

Today i got back math test 2. i improved by 1 mark from class test 1. B3!

Went to see Mr. Sng regarding Project's Day. Walter, Jia Quan and Adam are my official project teammates. Our project looks like it's gonna go fine. And I hope we keep it that way.

So sian I MUST find a way to improve my results drastically, or my future will be ruined.

HRP. HRP. HRP.

Everything's a big bore.

Something I thought about and wrote:

2009-03-04T18:13:00.000+08:00

The One

He is the One

Who sits at the corner

Deep into the perusable

Perturbed by no soul

He is the One

Whose mind is longing

To make more connections

Yet limited by fear

He is the One

Indulging in the fantasy

He wants to become

In hopeless desire

He is the One

Who hasn't understood

That he is weak

With the progression of time

Inaction

Is the thing he needs

To be the One

To exist as One

~Timecrosser

2009-03-03T23:46:00.000+08:00

REVIVAL.

It's crap. I want to go back to where I was from. I don't want to stay here.

MSG THIS TERM: 2.88888888888888888888888888889 (30.s.f.)

I'm pretty much, like my blog, dead.

I can't fathom what will lie in future. It was too dangerous to play with time. Now I've gotten myself into a knot that I have to undo myself.

Gone are the days of primary school where I'll be aiming to be at the top of the cohort, and managing to reach it.

Wake up, timecrosser. This will never do.

From today onwards, every ounce of your energy must be devoted to good causes.

SYF 2009 Hwa Chong Institution Chinese Orchestra Gold with Honours.

You probably have to start with that. No more tolerating juniors who pon, no more unpractising out of dazu, no more believing some teachers that at the current rate we are training, we can attain what we are aiming for.

You want a revival? You must be joking. All this time, you've slipped out the back before they know you're there.

Right now. right now. Do it. Don't just say you want to do it and end up doing nothing.

If you say u'll revive this blog, you WILL do it.

but.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

D7 FOR GEOG. damn you.

who's gonna have the last laugh when you have can't get into college hp, not to mention college? who's gonna care if you become singapore's top beatboxer or songwriter?

you are such a dumbass.

REVIVAL. right. let's see how long you can keep this blog going.

2008-10-24T07:34:00.001+08:00

I don't feel like blogging anymore.

An interesting dialogue just happened.

Clement: Let me train your Quagsire.

Nick Tan: What's a Quagsire?

Clement: (laughs) It's an evolved version of W(h)ooper.

Walter: Isn't that a Burger King burger?

o.O

2008-09-30T15:21:00.000+08:00

Hi guys. If you're feeling upset, depressed, or frustrated at exams. Listen to this song I cover-sang here and you'll feel better. (:

It's so horrible that you'll regain exuberant confidence in yourself and continue to combat the exams.

2008-09-25T16:27:00.000+08:00

Hi!

Oh yeah, exams. I'm deciding to take a break from mugging, once again.
http://www.gameshownewsnet.com/prime/scholar/ Looked back at "The Scholar" game show to give me inspiration for mugging. Anyways, here's how I would answer the third question, just to piss the interviewers off.

3. What keeps you up at night? Both a personal issue and a global issue.
My Ans: Coffee, BRANDS essence of chicken or OREO. Yea I know its a personal issue and global issue as well.

Yesterday, my mum threw away the OREO that has been my brain fuel for the past few exam days. And look what turned up in the papers this morning:

That took up one whole page of the newspaper. And it was too late to show my mum. So I have NO MORE OREO TO KEEP ME AWAKE AT NIGHT TO MUG. Sigh, back to coffee.

Tomorrow's English Paper 2, so its kinda slack.

Here, I want to thank some people who have been sticking by me so far through the exams:

Mum, Dad, Sis (yes, my real one), Sophia, Yuna-jie, Jia Ming, you guys are great! (:

Ok fine I won't forget everyone else, like N(in)g Ming, Jiaquan, Yijing, Nick Tan, Elliot, Kenji...

Especially the egroups spammers (its a good thing, dont worry):
Kah How, Zisong, Weilun, Sam, Yonghwee, Bradley (your population studies was great) and many others..

Also thanks to Mr Lim and Ms Cheong for constant encouragement!

I feel so tired (of work) so I'll go and play table tennis now. (:
And I'll buy MORE OREOS haha.

Go on guys!

2008-09-21T18:24:00.000+08:00

It's one day before the exams. Gosh. I've made it thus far.

But something seems to be creeping over me. I can't shake myself of it. It's grabbing hold of every moment of my life and taking control of my time.

Help! I've entangled myself yet into another ball of this.
It feels sweet at the same time sour, and with an aftertaste of bitterness.

It feels like soothing music, at the same time dissonant chords.

Oh no, Yu Song. NO.

You have to cross time.

But how?? When you're just at the beginning, and are gonna get more entrenched in it over time. Yes, time.

oh man. ):

2008-09-19T17:08:00.000+08:00

that was such a emo post. gosh.

i guess sometimes when u're trapped between 3 things, you become a different person. apologies for the slow updating..

Island Creamed with Wendy mei yesterday. =) I had to treat her to a mud pie. ._. It would probably be the last time i had something like that before the eoys. it must be anyway.

Yiping, shuting etc., those from bsp are going off tomorrow to beijing for 3 months. Will miss them. ): I reali want to send them off tomorrow but i have the symposium at 9. oh wellz.

3H3 is falling, we all know it. Kah How and I had a great chat 'bout 'tis.
Hope everyone does well yea.
3H3, bring our awesomeness back.

Lately, the G2ians are quite obsessed with double helpings of jap rice from jc.

oh well, i should probably go and mug for geography. this is the last thing i'll probably put up before eoys:

NIKE + ADIDAS

JUST DO IT. + IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING

= NIKEADIDAS= JUST DO NOTHING, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.

Credits to: Yinan and Wenjun from RI.

Images from: http://hauteconcept.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/nike.jpg
http://img.1yz.cn/bencham_shanghai/1/img/adidas_logo_black_-_transparent_v2.GIF

Worship night TOMORROW. gotta mug geog now. BYE! =)

I love you all.

Ny BSP people, have a nice trip! (:

2008-09-16T18:27:00.001+08:00

Sometimes i wonder why i'm in this world.

over the two weeks not much work has been done.

According to Physics,
Energy = power x time

I have no power, no time. and i dont have the energy.
life goes on.

It's time to cross time.

Watch me.

~timecrosser.

2008-09-08T21:16:00.001+08:00

I HEREBY ANNOUNCE THAT THIS SHALL BE THE LAST POST I SHALL MAKE ON THIS BLOG, but anyway for my next post i might post a picture of myself playing a muzio clementi sonata so as to contradict my own statement. (idea derived from http://shatteredinside.wordpress.com/)

I have made an awesome discovery, which is a watershed in history for all outward bound t-shirts. I know where yijing's shirt is. Apparently yijing's shirt is with his Grilled Fish (lol kenji), who missed him so much and took his shirt back for a souvenir. I'll get the shirt back for you, yijing! (if i'm done mugging for eoys some random time)

And now i'm gonna set a few goals for myself for the post-exam period.

1) I must have more time with God. (:

2) I must have a table tennis one-day spamming session of around 8 hours, from morning to evening, with some breaks in between.

3) I must get distinction for grade 8 theory (ok fine, maybe just pass)

4) I must practise my erhu grade 8 pieces properly, and get a distinction (this one is a must ><)

5) I must finish my HRP and Project's Day Proposal for next year.

6) I must spam on my piano. I shall perfect my Fantasie Impromptu, Flight of the Bumblebee, and my Beethoven and Schumann dip pieces, and if i have time i'll learn up la campanella and chopin revolutionary etude.

7) I must finish half of all my ACE.

Everything is arranged based on priority, the top being the most important, and the bottom least important.

Hope eoy goes well for everyone! farewell. ):

2008-09-04T22:23:00.000+08:00

R.I.P.
Here's lies yijing's shirt

MAF is over. finally. Like everyone else, I will dedicate a whole post to this momentous event.

Oh well, I reached SALT centre at 7.20. And most of the HCI people were there, while a few NY ppl like queenie and wendy and yingxuan were sitting like at the entrance of the salt centre. So poor thing right. xD haha and yijing was there blowing his flute. sometime later he blew his trumpet. (get the corniness.) oh well, everyone seemed really enthu about MAF as everyone else. It started out alright.

When the holy gate to our practice hall was finally opened we marched inside, with our rifle casings of instruments. And we set up everything. Soon the NYCO ppl just walked in liddat, and totally outnumbered us. ._. If you look at some of the MAF pictures of that scene (if any), you'll realise that all the boys occupied around 10% of the practice hall in the total, at the back around the yunluo. gosh. ._.

oh gosh the GAMES. after the icebreakers everyone proceeded to the stations. HAHAHA i was involved in the TABLE TENNIS STATION. heh. thanks to yuting and wangjia for manning and womanning the station. You guys were great! =) had a fun time smashing yijing and killing him on his backhand. (he got thrashed anyway, either side. xD) someone should have taken a shot of yijing's face when he was playing with me. he was like super serious! lol. AND XINZHI WAS SO FUNNY MAN. his erhu talent and prowess had morphed itself to be so relevant in his every action that he has been able to manipulate it to create his own style of HOLDING TO PINGPONG BAT LIKE HIS ERHU. AND HE PLAYED WELL OK. haha in the bonus rounds, kaikiat waged a heavy battle against me, and helplessly lost 3-1. someone from NY shouted "lucky ball" when i smashed kaikiat (i mean the ball). haha dint make a difference. I still won. xD but anyway everyone generally played quite well la. and thanks again to yuting and wangjia for letting me take part in the station. (to begin with, i suggested it myself. WELL. xD)

Here, i would like to dedicate a whole paragraph to YIPING. throughout the whole course of the station games, i witnessed a sweaty, hot (not that kinda hot, its reserved for yijing to call her with =) ), tired, flustered yiping trying to fix all the screw ups in all the stations. poor yiping. i could see her face turn red literally. like a pingguo. yi li pingguo. yiping. (gees i feel so lame. xD) ok yea but anyway yiping really really worked her physical ability to the max to settle all the discrepancies in our scores marking and everything. thanks a lot! =)

After the games was lunch. we had the purple plate stall caifan. gosh it's like ____ (free interpretation for all). i never had such a ______ meal in my life. ok but thats besides the point. Seeing both ny and hci being able to sit together in groups and having lunch together. that was great. =) i wolfed up my _____ lunch in 15 minutes, and later proceeded to the side pingpong tables, continuing to practise my topspin with yangtao, chengjie and gang. haha and zhengyi won me la. i should give u due credit for that ball u killed me with. whoa. o.O and shikai told me a sec 1 kept saying he was very pro and wanted to play with me. oh gosh, please tell him that i tot i was pro in sec 1 too, but until today i'm not really all that good anyway. xD

AHYES, the climax is approaching. right after lunch, we went to prepare for xiaozu. oh my u should have seen the erhu xiaozu. this time to hci boys took up 8% of the room, in a space of 3m x 5m at the back of the practice room. the girls were overwhelming. After a while xinzhi and i went to the field to help phyllis and company to tie the water bombs. longpeng joined subsequently. it was den that the our seniors arrived. Wee Kian, Benny, Justine, Wenhao, etc.. basically many of our AWESOME seniors were here. =) please dont blame me if i dint mention your name yea, you all rock! after a while, it was xinzhi, longpeng and i tying the remaining water bombs for the comm. yup and xinzhi kept asking me about _____, and was extremely infatuated with her. so i just told him some stuff, and i agreed to give him her contacts. haha try guessing who fits into that blank. longpeng, NO HINTS please.

Haha later the three of us went to CORO. MUAHAHAHAHA. there, we went into a toy shop. the toy shop owner was a malay lady and her husband, and they kept staring at us playing with the toys in the shop, and were very scary la. haha and den i chose an extremely adorable and lush pair of TOY HANDCUFFS which would fit well on _____ and ______ (to be revealed later). i also bought a toy gun. longpeng said all this could be paid by the co fund so yea =)

when we went back to salt centre, queenie and limqing tried on the handcuffs. they worked. xD however one of the keys broke and we had only one other key left. and den, i went into dazu for a while, just in time to see queenie conduct yaozuwuqu and yanliang conduct jia. yaozuwuqu was quite fun. tze yong was beside me telling me what i had missed out for a few hours. and jia was simply fantastic. zhonghao and zhengyi were great.

after dazu i went to hide. at the pe office. just behind the pillar. yes tzeyong go snigger all u want. -.- lol. i was found first among yiping, rachel, xinyi, yijing and i. and then i was marched to the field by the victorious group 9 and enjoyed a brief lecture from tzeyong telling me how retarded it was to hide behind a pillar of all places. anyway i dint really care. tzeyong taught me how to stuff a water bomb into someone's shirt behind his back and slam it from behind so it explodes inside.

The water bombs started. we threw water bombs at one another. xD like duh but nvm. yijing kept throwing at yiping to gain attention and interestingly she responded positively with a barrage of love-filled water bombs to spam on yijing. it was interesting to watch yiping shouting yijing and yijing trying to run away from the inevitable. haha. i dint realy get all that wet. threw some water bombs at xinyi and wendy and rachel and yiping and many other people. xD and den poor xinyi had a pailful of water emptied on her head by weekian. she became sick today probably because of that =(. she's gotten better so yea! =) haha yijing was the worst wet freak you could have in the whole population. if i'm not wrong he wrote 26 times bombed on his blog. i think the last few times was by me, when i stuffed a water bomb down his shirt into his back and exploded it from behind. xD thanks zhiyong, i thoroughly enjoyed yijing's face STAYING BLACK after i did that. =x

haha, after the water bombs everyone retreated back to salt centre and changed in the toilets. after that, we waited for half an hour as the couple yijing and yiping had a wild goose chase around the salt centre. because yijing kept throwing water bombs at yiping, she stole his shirt. HE HAS NOT GOTTEN IT BACK SINCE. LOL. so basically yijing was trying to chase her and get back the shirt. haha. i offered him a solution, to hug her. =) he refused. so in the end i had no choice but to get a co t-shirt from the back and come to wet yijing's rescue, so he could go in and carry out the debrief. finally yijing and yiping settled on the red rectangular carpet-like box, and debriefed.

right after this, poor everyone had to wait for another 20 minutes or so as the comm rehearsed for the comm item. it was fun seeing yijing act as CHANG E and yiping as HOU YI. Credits go solely to yongzhi for creating such a magnificent script for them. =) and we tried to add the handcuffs into the play, but there was no time so never mind. the wooden gun came in useful though, for houyi to shoot the jade emperor's (that was me) nine sons.

haha. so we acted it out. poor yijing had to speak in falsetto most of the time, and got everyone hilarously laughing. and he screamed. XD as for me, i was simply just the jade emperor, and rachel was the jade empress. haha i didn't induce much laughter as yijing did, just some when i had to mention that rachel was my 'wife'. xD gosh it was retarded but oh well fun.

Here's where the brave and ferocious xinyi came to create the best scene for the comm item. A determined her surged into the cello bass room, and with her lightning-speed daji reflexes, scooped up the handcuffs. we spent a record time of 54 seconds searching for the keys. and rachel was beckoning at the door for us to be quick. so we did. once back into the room, sly xinyi had the handcuffs behind her back. in my most friendly tone, i welcomed yijing to take a step closer to yiping. =) and den, with much agility, longpeng, xinyi, rachel and i, and the other comm members all came to grab hold of yijing and yiping. under the scrutiny of everyone, we managed to physically bond to the two of them. they were handcuffed together! yay. =) everyone had a good laugh.

ok later maf finally ended for the participants, but not for the comm members. our dear nyco comm, including yingxuan, hazel and a couple of other people, had to wait outside our practice hall as we got scolded by huanglaoshi for delaying everything and having litter all about. eventually it paid off however, as we headed to KAP for a nice dinner.

haha we totally rearranged 6 tables together to have dinner, and enough space for everyone. =) here's where it was quite fun. we destroyed yijing's mcflurry. xD I poured barbecue sauce into it and we passed it around, with laiweng making most of the concoction. =) later i poured pepper into yiping's mcflurry by accident. i tot it was the screwed up one! >< and so the two of them both had their mcflurrys contaminated. ok fine later i bought another mcflurry for yijing and i asked him to share with yiping, ni yi kou wo yi kou, but we refused. ah well, it could have been a spectacular sight. =) and Phyllis was so funny. haha xD. haha weiquan produced many english words wrongly, and phyllis like pointed them out in front of everyone. haiz. yanliang was trying to cry cuz he felt that hci shouldnt show bad english. ._.

oh well after that everything was a daze. I left kap first. and in the rain, i walked all the way to the shell station. i took the bus all the way to my house. when i finally reached i was wet, tired, soggy and dishrievlled, and DEAD, cuz i had chem test the next morning (this morning in fact). if you have read up till here, i commend you. =) and i also appreciate it, thanks a lot. argh smsed yingxuan and szu an until i fell asleep. thanks szu an! =) -.- which was at 3-4am. i woke up at 5am to prepare for chem again. oh wellz, i'm getting tired now.

well MAF has been an enjoyable experience for me, and i hope, for everyone out there who has been through this one-day interaction. I love all of you.

Yijing, despite what you've gone through throughout the whole MAF, throughout all my constant teasings towards you and everything, i want you to know that you're still my great great great great chair, and i couldn't have someone else other than you for the chair. =) thanks a lot for making MAF a success.

Thanks to everyone who has helped to make MAF a success. I'm sure it was a great thing, better than my screwed up chem test. Those whose names I have not mentioned, I am aware of your presence, and I'm sure you liked MAF too. =)

With this, I would like to end this extremely long post. Goodnite everyone. MAF 2008 has been an awesome thing for me. I love all of you! =)

~timecrosser.

2008-09-01T21:25:00.000+08:00

Ho Lit Xian = Holy Saint = Mugger Saint
Therefore,
holy = mugger
holidays = holy days = mugger days

Therefore,
holidays = mugger days

(The above is not a poem, but i REDded it anyway.)

Mugging for chem. I really want to do yongzhi's paper, if he'll let me. =X

Today Yanliang, Ying Xuan and I went to zls's house to give him tchr day presents! After that we wanted to go the library to mug. Woodlands was FULL anyway. Eventually we resided at Causeway point. After eternity I finally finished my SBQ, on foolscap. Hope Ms Teo doesn't mind my handwriting. It's oriental anyway.

And anyway, I can finally confess that I am a totally geographical idiot. I mean not just getting a couple of Cs and Ds for your Geography. It's like not knowing where's the carpark when u're in the salt centre. Today I got down at the stop i was supposed to get down to go to zls' house. I followed the muddy trail. And den I saw Newton Life Church. Oops, seemed like the wrong place.
So i walked along the drain way, to the other end of the church. There was the main road. And den i walked around for a while. After 10 minutes, something FINALLY told me you couldn't find an apartment somewhere near the main road. So i walked back along the drain to the other end of the church. And i turned left and walked and reached.

Total journey = 30 minutes. Distance = 200m.
30 minutes = 3600 seconds
According to Kinematics,
v = s/t (sorry html doesn't permit me to put straight brackets but u get the point)
Thus my average velocity is 200/3600 = 0.555555555555555555555555555555555555...
(wriggly =) 0.556 m/s
Usain bolt = 19.30s over 200m
v =s/t
Thus his average velocity is 200/19.30 = 10.3626943...
(wriggly =) 10.36 m/s

WOW. So i'm 50 times as slow as Bolt. That's not bad!

Lol haha i'm revising kinematics now.

Gosh I better go back to mugging now. Bye. =) Thanks for reading if you did.

2008-08-23T09:45:00.000+08:00

I know i haven't updated much. But recently just sooo much has happened, I haven't had the mood to blog..

I've decided to get away from beatboxing a little and come back to poetry.

Cake

i wanted one life
you wanted another
we couldn't have our cake
so we ate eachother.

Roger McGough

I guess that's how everything came about.

I'm really sorry to Yijing, who's been really hardworking all this while. Yea, you did flare up sometimes, but it really didn't affect yongzhi and I, really. We know what you have been going through, and we do appreciate it too. And I really mean to help you, yea.. you're going to beijing in october already, and i dont want you to leave co in the hands of someone who cannot sustain it. I'll do my best for CO, for the betterment of all..

MAF has been pretty successful already, we're just slightly pressed for time at the games part. Thanks to the MAF comm yea, especially yongzhi, who has been rather hardworking and working closely with yijing and i.. Also many thanks to the NYCO comm.. you girls have been efficient so far.

And how i wish i could see twilight again.

2008-08-15T20:08:00.000+08:00

We have been waiting for this moment, to reveal my shifu's awesome beatboxing. I finally almost-perfected my inward snares. Now i'm focusing on my kick drum and humming..

(He wanted me to delete the video, so no more!)

Well National Day was just 6 days ago, and i got yuquan to beatbox THE SONGS.
The national anthem is kinda split up and recorded in two separate voice clips. And den its HOME. and den its u know what.

Finally finished the iSpark song. Now we need a choir and Ming could help. It's kinda like LOTR, sounds like u're a warrior going out to a battlefield. that would be a spectacular sight, seeing iSpark sing it in level assembly. Ha.

WAS CATCHING UP WITH OLYMPICS TABLE TENNIS.
Feng Tian Wei is simply ownage. Her reaction is so fast.. My dad says she owns lijiawei. But i dont think so. i think lijiawei did meet a formidable opponent. Kim Kyung Ah defeated her 4 years ago at Athens, so facing the same opponent would be rather nerve-wrecking. And anyway lijiawei's simply fabulous at doubles. gahh but anyway i felt so tired with the fever and sore throat that i had to go to my bedroom to rest during the wangyuegu match. She lost anyway. but i have confidence in the women's table tennis team!

MAF planning is getting more and more irrtating every moment. Yijing, don't be too frustrated sometimes. You have me to take charge of things, u needn't carry the whole burden on your back! Do take care.

Hehehe LAST IMPORTANT THING.
i finally know the identity of 'a girl', who scribbled on my tagboard. She's a shot! (not a big one, so she thinks) And I can't believe people do have some interest in my poems. Haha sorry ming.

HRP. MAF. with these two things i have, more sleepness are to come.

Hey sis, i love u.

2008-08-12T20:30:00.000+08:00

(YES WAH JIANG, i removed the "irritating jay chou music". Though that doesnt make me lose admiration for him.)

GAHHH

Maths test tomorrow. Have I revised? No. 9pm is the time i'll start.

I finally learned how to do the inward k snare and inward bf snare! thanks to my tchr yuquan.

Anyway yuna jie asked me to do cip with her ytd. Street sales. I remember the last time I just stood there feeling like a retarded, and getting daoed by people when i ask them for donations. I guess its not a very nice feeling, though its meant for a good cause. Was also quite busy over the last few days (a substantial amount of time learning beatboxing). My screwed up HRP is barely past 75% of the lit review.. gonna see ms cheong tomorrow for inspiration. Also spent my time practising church worship songs for worship night. haha well. xD

Anyway mr lundberg let us off early today. by 15 minutes. i bet with shicheng 10 cents that mr lundberg would let us off 5 minutes after class started cuz half of the people were away Model Asean Summit. Haha. mr lundberg's not that slack after all. But sometimes, i seem to think that mr lundberg is doing on purpose, like he's trying to make more time for us in our busy schedule. that's nice. =) maybe we shouldnt count on him to release us early too much.

back to daily stuff. now that i've started blogging, i'd better not break away. Take today for example.. havent exactly studied for maths test. But i'm DETERMINED to keep this blog going. and let not my resilience fail me.

In the morning yongzhi told me that in Model Asean Summit, my poor fren libin was tormented with questions she didn't know how to answer. Sorry on behalf on Yongzhi, libin! Better luck next time!

i'm currently trying to perfect my kick now. I cant do the sidebuzz yet. I need more inspiration from yuquan!!! but hes not online. Ahh nvm, i shall go and revise for maths now.

Upload yuquan's AWESOME BEATBOXING next time! =)

p.s. i finally got my mic working, for the ease and convenience of online beatbox lessons with yuquan. Yeaps! =)

God bless everyone! =) (especially sophia, who has to bear with my stupid schedules that make her life difficult in organising worship night. 辛苦你了! )

Maths.

Beatboxing frenzy

2008-08-11T15:30:00.000+08:00

Ok, I'll try to revive this dead blog. For the sake of convincing my mum that i do have perseverance in doing things. o.O

Speaking of this, I recently picked up beatboxing, and its rather fun.
Yuquan is currently my mentor for this project i'm undertaking.

I'll be putting some of his amazing beatboxing up, so be sure to catch it! (muahaha)

I've wondered how many views this post will gather. I don't really care now.. I just need 1 person to view this post and i'm contented as long as one person views this blog.

Here's beatboxer Joseph (not Kang) up here:

2008-07-03T22:35:00.000+08:00

Sian. How long have I not been writing on this near-to-dead blog. I'm currently on a stupid poem spree. Ngming read my poems, and said, "It's kinda like a baby building a tower out of milk bottle caps." -.- What do i have to say? I'll work harder. Or perhaps my poetic style is just variant.

Anyway, right now, there seems to be a cold war going on between people. This cold war is waging incessantly and continuously, and we must stop it. Here goes:

The Cold Wars

The merciless piles of homework,
swirl up like a gigantic storm,
swooping up the essence of humanity,
Turning into a social norm.

Stress, builds up along the faultline,
creating earthquakes in their hearts,
instilling nervousness and worry,
with constant plummeting darts.

They drift away, ever more,
their minds turn ever so sore.
They cut themselves off from socialising,
resulting in the rise of the Cold Wars.

The battle rages, on and on,
tests, exams, take their form,
on top of that are massive projects,
which they have to complete, yet.

"Hi" to a common folk in the trade.
returns "I'm busy now. Let's talk later instead."
Colder and colder each shoulder gets,
its not the end, just not yet.

The cold wars just goes on and on,
the artillery weighing a ton.
its a slow, subconscious war,
That interhuman boundary, it must be tore.

Towards a seemingly friendly "hi",
Please, do, do reply
Treasure every tiny note
Take time off your heavy load

It is time to end this war
love your friends like never before.

Put a sweet smile on your face,
and make the world a better place.

~Timecrosser.

2008-06-23T21:08:00.000+08:00

Hi guys. I'm writing another poem today, simply because my friend Cheryl asked me to write a poem about her.I'm really in the writing mood now, I guess. (hope that remains with my songs)

Cheryl

There was once a little girl,
that seemed all so surreal.
Her name was typical,
Yet she was so special.

I don't know much about her,
So there's nothing much to hear,
But as time goes on and on,
the barrier will be torn.

This is not a love poem,
(I'm not all that handsome)
She's just a nice, good friend
Hope she'll be until the end.

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
What is she?
I have no clue

As friendship unfolds day by day,
I'll have much more to say,
'bout Cheryl, my nice good little friend,
And this friendship will last, till the end.

~Yu Song, the Timecrosser.

2008-06-22T19:57:00.000+08:00

Goodness knows how long this post has been delayed. I realise blog posts look real boring without images. XD But never mind.

And i'm trying to make the words visible..

It's the last day of the holidays, guys. And while i'm stuck with geography reports and history essays, here i blog. I'm like so depressed, I wrote you guys a poem. After this post, more interesting will come, if this blog doesnt die.

The last day of holidays

I remember when I jumped for joy
like any other high school boy
When schooldays were just the end
and when holidays just began.

I revisited many old pasttimes
not that they were worth a dime.
Reading Enid Blyton's books,
cooking cup noodles like some cook.

I wrote a couple more of songs,
even though some sound quite wrong.
I'm not sure if I still have time,
(I'm typing this to make it rhyme)

Currently i'm doing a geography report
on an earthquake (it should be obvious, not?)
Trying to multitask like someone mad,
I am, actually. (having said that)

What have we done before this day?
Sleep? eat? work? play?
In any case it's way too late
Regret? No. Resign to fate.

Whether or not I finish this pile,
Whether or not I am agile,
It doesn't matter anymore.
not for now, not before.

The future, however, is up ahead,
work hard now or end up dead.
I guess I have no friggin choice,
But to be a mugger boy.

Just right now I'm gonna return to work,
even though i may go berserk.
Thanks a lot for all your time,
reading this poem (not worth a dime)

Only next time I will write stuff,
that won't be specific to myself.
And if it's good you can rip it.
Just specify who wrote it.

Long time I've been in this industry,
writing was not always my cup of tea.
My poems are all like writing lyrics,
No rhyming verses, I can't take it.

Now I've written pretty much crap,
you should leave and get to bed.
Or if you're like me, just maybe,
Stuck in homework like nobody can be,
God bless you for eternity.

Yu Song, the TimeCrosser. Hope you enjoyed my lame poem.

hahahaha

2008-06-14T21:50:00.001+08:00

I've decided, since this blog is gonna end up dead anyway, I will post random stuff from now on.
Cheers to random stuff!

Songwriting

2008-06-11T21:09:00.000+08:00

Hi again.

Since this blog is fairly new and up, I'll talk about things special to me:

1) I love music, it is my life. Any type of music, from classical piano music, to Chinese orchestral music, you name it. However, currently I'm more inclined towards Chinese pop. Lol.

2) I don't really care if anyone reads my blog, it's more for my own personal recollection purposes.

3) I have 6 sworn sisters and 1 sworn brother. If you're wondering what's Q. CADPYK, that's some random acronym of the initials of their names.

4) I am always emo, can't help it. *shrugs*

That's it for now. You shall soon see my life unfold into a story.

Opening post

2008-06-10T14:17:00.000+08:00

Heyy guys,

This is like my first post ever on this blog. And i certainly hope it won't be the last, and end up making the blog dead.

If you've known me before, hi again. If not, welcome to my blog.

Since its the first post, it's only right for me to introduce myself. Lol.

I'm Yu Song from HCI, at a young 15 years old.

I've had quite some experience with blogging prior to this, and you can check out my blog before this:

Blog 1

This blog was during my Sec 1 and 2 days, where students still wore shorts. Actually, they still do. XD However, that time, everyone was much more livelier, and as you can see from maple blog, (which the format is kinda screwed up) I was a livelier person, cracking jokes about anything under the moon, and posting up chain mail jokes (what greets you when you see it). Oh btw don't get TOO shocked with the format and everything; the maple images all kena deleted off photobucket. XDDDD

Let me show you other blogs I currently possess:

Rubbish blog 1
Rubbish blog 2

When you've seen both of 'em, you would agree with me that I'm wasting web resources. Haha.

So there! Enjoy my blog. =)