My first Post of 2007

You know, each individual's life can be compared to that of a chunk of wood. We all start together, each just like the other. Same weight, same specifications. As we go on the road of life, the experiences we have coupled with the skills we learn, and blended with the talents we have, shapes and moulds us or rather, the chunk of wood.

Some pieces of wood become big sturdy ships. Ships that to some is just mere transportation, but to those in a flood, a lifeline. Ships are sources of strength and hope and life in times of distress. Some people are like that.

Some pieces of wood become small fragile pencils. Thin, light and easily broken into two. Pencils that tell of great stories or spreads important announcements be it joyous ones or sad ones. Pencils that write messages of hope or peace or light.

Some pieces of wood become musical instruments. A guitar or a violin or a clarinet or a mere drumstick. It doesn't matter what instrument, what type what size what shape, because an instrument is judged in the music it produces. and the music that is produced is of an unknown language, one that offers comfort to those in sorrow, that offers rest to those who are weary, that offers peace to those in struggles.

Then, there are those pieces of wood, who rot. Literally. Infested with termites, they feel so discouraged and distraught that they simply let the experiences that they have had wear them down and tear them apart instead of moulding them into something significant.

What piece of wood are you? What piece of wood do you want to be?

The end of 2006 draws nigh.

withlessthantwentyfiveminuteslefttillitends [breathe] howwillitallgodownwill2006godownasayearof [breathe] miseryorsadnessordespairor [breathe] happiness???

[hint: that was meant to be read very fast]

So. One year slipping off, to the recesses of my mind, as another one is born.
2006. We had many memories together no?
The joyous occasions, the sad moments.
The concert. The bus ride.
How joyful and enjoyable that moment was.
Yet it lead to disastrous consequences.
Which we both suffered for a few months.
Yet you stood by me, my 2006.
Those times were sad and dark.
Monstrosities lurked at every corner.
Sleep evaded me as stealthily as an espionage agent.
But the sun could hide no longer
And in full force it came.

2006.

A year of

Love experienced, and lost
Sadness that still exists
Joy in the midst of peace
Hope among despair
Life.
Restored.
Rejuvenated.
Refreshed.
Recharged.
Reborn.

Free TV

I'm in school! Currently in mac lab. I came to do my m.e.p. raw footages, and later gonna do psa editing. Well, I thought I might do single cam title sequence, but april didn't reply my messages. And, the student folder is offline. Darn. I may have to find replacement photos.

But. LOL Vicnan introduced me to a website that allows me to watch videos for free. And not just your ordinary youtube kindof videos, but cartoons like Justice League, Captain Planet and Tom and Jerry, [too bad they don't have doraemon] and shows like ncis and whose line is it anyway! I've been watching whose line is it anyway for an hr or two! Cant help but laugh. Oh wait, but thats the purpose of the show. hee.

anyway, dont despair cause you can watch too. And, it's free.

Just go to www.teevee.gamefurnace.com and watch away! :)

Enjoy yourself!


P.S. Btw, this is not a paid advertisement.

The sweetness of beauty,
but beauty is not sweet.
The tenderness of love,
but love is not tender.

The bitterness of rage,
but rage is not bitter.
The green of envy,
but envy is not green.

The uncomplicated complications,
The foolish wise,
The poor wealthy,
The untold tales.

Sadly Happy

Well, today was a rather eventful day!
The second out-of-school performance, TP Band played outside Katong Mall to a receptive crowd, that consisted of both the old and the young. You could say it was well-received. After all, we did play a wide range of pieces that tailors to the old and the young. (No, we didn't play Green Day or Crazy Frog or James Blunt)

It started quite alright, with good weather and a hearty. but my heart nearly stopped when I went band room to realise that my wallet didn't follow me along. It being a new wallet, and a well-thought gift from a friend, i kinda panicked. After some mental searching and some physical foraging in band room, I headed back to the coffeeshop that I had my breakfast at, and [phew!] It was there! Well, not at the same spot that I left it cause the cleaner found it and passed to the drink store owner. But. THANK GOD! If I lost it for good, I think my heart would break!

Hehe. To think of it, when I got my new laptop, I left it by accident in band room also. Seems like I'm not that good with new stuff. Wonder what'll happen when I get married? [winks]

So, after the wallet thing, we got down to business. I went to play my percussion. That's right. Percussion. See I'm a tubist, but there's no available tubas for me to play, so I ended up being a percussion rookie. Prior to this, I actually played the euphonium for an internal event. So, well, I've sampled tuba, eupho and percussion. And, I actually tried playing the timpani, and to an extent, it's easier, because it's bass cleft and the range of the notes is akin to that of the tuba, unlike the eupho, where notes are an octave higher, but then, after a day of enjoying myself, I'm told that the timpani won't be brought due to a lack of space. [Well, Singapore Is small] So I don't really have a choice but to play the smaller instruments like tambourine, and tambourine and well, the tambourine as a whole. And I'm like 'huh... how to play?' And 90% of the percussion section has the same response. 'Oh, just anyhow play/ad-lib can already. Very easy one.'
[To TP Band: Now you know why the percussion sounds so strange. Cause they don't follow the score!]
Now of course, some of my readers would be thinking, 'ad-lib, what's so hard about that?' Well, as far as I know, tubists don't really need to ad-lib ya know. So, it's a whole new experience. Totally new.
So, the journey there and back wasn't eventful, the usual choir wannabes and people trying to sleep.
Playing there was an interesting experience. Emceed by Lina Ng and another guy, [Lina Ng's that babe from the defunct-Cheng Ren Zha Zi, together with Sharon Au, Bryan Wong and one more babe, i forgot her name.] Didn't know Lina was from Cornerstone.
Oh, and I met Constance there. Spunky. Yea, that could be used to describe her. Spunky Babe. Took me awhile to extract her name from my memory bank though. Must be getting old or laggy. Helped her in accounts for a while. Back then with the butts and another babe. Whom we shall not mention. Lest the memories flood back.
So, on the whole, the performance wasn't that bad, though I worry about the conductor though. Old men tire easily. [No, I'm not talking about myself].
And the recent fireworks. Fireworks just for TP Band.
Which makes me miss my sec school band thrashing sessions. We could like just 'talk' it all out ya know. And resolve conflicts. Easily.
If only we could have one in TP Band, but then again, it may not produce the same results.


How nasty jealousy
Thy veins of immaturity
The bonds you break
The hurts you make
Incurable disease
How nasty jealousy

Fear or contempt
Deceit or dishonesty
Anger or rage
Authoritarian or Democratic
Leadership.

Mysteriouso

There he stood, with keen and a certain degree of sharpness in his eyes, his body hidden behind a pillar. His eyes glazed as he watched a pack approach. The pack was too engrossed with each other that they failed to realise they had neglected one of their own. Lagging behind, she was unaware that she had been marked out, strolling behind the pack. Then, in a split second, he charged, covering five feet with a step, and thrust a pamphlet under her nose! "For you, ma'am"

And our eyes met.

Leaning against the pillar, her fingers busy kneading her phone, she looked up and glanced around, and our eyes met. But for a split second, and in that split second, she told me everything about her.


Was exhausted from the concert, so I leaned against the pillar while waiting for my mum to be done with her autograph signing. While replying a message, I looked around, and for a split second, my eyes met the usher's and in that brief moment, i felt as if he understood me.


She told me the mixed feelings she had, feelings of pride because of her mother's accomplishments, and yet awkwardness because her mother was more of a status than a person, that is to say her mother didn't understand her well, and was too busy making her own career that she didn't have much time to understand her.


In that brief meeting of the pupils, he saw a glimpse of me, seeing who I truly was. While mentally scolding myself for being so defenseless before him, part of me argued back, questioning the length of time I had gone misunderstood, unknown and forgotten.


Her eyes, the window to her soul, gave me a glimpse into her helpless superficiality. To be proud, on the outside, of her mother and her accomplishments, yet, on the inside, a single molecule of pride she felt did not exist. She longed to be understood, and accepted, but her accomplishments always went unnoticed, unseen, unheard.

I wish I knew her.

Crap

Note: This is but a feeble attempt to pump back some blood into the frail heart of this dying blog. It may or or may not be the start of more posts. It may or may not lead to the slow merciless but not painful demise of this blog. Any relations, whatsoever, within this post to any persons is purely fictional and you cannot sue me.

So, it's the 13th of December, 2006. 12 more days to Christmas after which another 12 days of Christmas would be celebrated. But, by the Twelfth Day of the Second twelve Days of Christmas, which is actually the Twenty-Fourth Day from now, I would have handed in several assignments. Which of course gives juice to the notion that I wouldn't have a holiday. Well, not much of one actually. After all, which sane person in the whole wide world would give assignments during the holidays?!?! And. Christmas Season too.

Which, in my opinion is too Americanised. After all, what comes to mind when you think of Christmas? Santa coming down the Chimney? Snow? Sigh.

Worst thing about being a mass comm-er, is that after you learn every nitty gritty detail about mass comm, you lose all sense of appreciation and the beauty of the television and radio becomes harsh reality.

Thank God I don't learn much about the Internet and I.T. stuff.

Oh, and there was a Santa Claus at White Sands just now. A real skinny one. A real slim dude. Even slimmer than me, me thinks. Well, I know Santa Claus is more at home with the cold climate up at the North Pole, but surely, he couldn't have lost That much weight with our hot climate here right? And no, he wasn't publicity for a weight loss program. Though he would make a darn good one.

Did I mention I've been kinda busy too? Went to do filming for my PSA (Public Service Announcement) on Tuesday. Philip, Stella and Nisa are a fun bunch of people to work with. Going to Pizza hut for lunch and discussion, then going to East Coast Park to film, fighting against wind and weather, cyclists and skaters, and concluding with dessert bought through Mac's Drive-Thru.

I guess, being in Calculus does have its benefits - making more friends. I have almost different groups for each subject, which of course brings its horrors of time management and mental compartmentalisation into the picture, but hey, I get to meet lots of people! Lots of 'I-didn't-know-you-exist' low-profilers, to be exact. Which, I guess would be kinda cool. After all, I've met the high profilers, and the moderate crowd, so it's about time I met some low-profilers too. Which actually rocks, cause they can be very friendly and humorous and all. To tell you the truth, I kinda prefer the low profilers as compared to the high profilers. Pride? Perhaps, more of humility and receptivity I think. Nevertheless, I think I'll enjoy my group projects.

Change of environment brings about new challenges and surprises to behold.

Oh well, thats enough crappy rambling. Only time will tell if crap revives blogs. :)