Do you know who Rie Fu is?
No?
Well you should!
Apart from possessing an extraordinary vocal range, she's capable of composing songs in a mixture of both English and Japanese! The added fact that most of her songs focus primarily on her prowess in singing makes me love her, and her songs, so much more :D. Her immaculate voice, accompanied with soothing-melody-producing string instruments like violins, pianos and guitars make her songs a little over perfect. :)
Take a look at one of her songs sang LIVE.
Music, like fashion, is subjective. But this is amazing, don't you think? :) It's a pity such a talented (and cute xD) artiste isn't given that much publicity. I would love for her to embark on a tour around Asia. Then, I would definitely catch her live performance! :D
Another brilliant artiste, who I think possesses one of the most versatile voices in the world, is Kristin Chenoweth.
Here's the reason for 'the word versatile'!
How on earth does she switch between regular singing (I don't know if its the word) and Opera so easily? Oh and the way she uses her voice to 'prance' around (1.30) leaves me dumbfounded.
You can also try Youtubing Popular from the Wicked musical, another song displaying her powerful vocals.
Both artistes have different music genres, but I think both are equally stunning. :D
*Don't ask me about the images below the music, don't know how they got there lol.
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SMASH 2009 was awesome.
The theme for our dresscode was "events that happened in 2009". Our "event" was the F1 Grand Prix. It was pre-selected for us, so we didn't have a choice. Initially, we intended to dress like actual racers, but we figured it'd be too troublesome to get the jumpsuits and make cardboard cars. So we decided to be the car mechanics.
Oh wait, that still requires jumpsuits doesn't it? Well, apparently not according to my cell leader. But it wasn't that big of a deal anyway, since settling for his idea of wearing a plain white shirt (dirtied with black facepaint), a pair of jeans and gloves and bringing a toolbox would mean a lot less work from us :D .
I was intentionally late for the dinner at 6pm, because I didn't want to be the first guy in my cell there and not have anyone to hang out with, but my plan sorta backfired as I was the last guy in my cell to arrive with no food to eat because I couldn't be bothered to line up 20metres behind the buffet table. Anyway, I wasn't all that hungry and had like 2 people offer me juice when I sat at my cell's table. Haha. We talked a bit and headed to the Chapel.
SMASH 09 officially began.
The emcees played the roles of newscasters in a studio and featured exclusive live (in the chapel itself) interviews with some of the youths. One was particularly funny. He was the 'Mr. Fit' in the church, and was asked if he had ever missed a bus despite running for it. Then he answered "Once, I was running for the bus, and I missed it 3 times. But by the time I caught up with it, I realised I was already home."
AHAHA -__-!
Anyway, soon it was time for worship. The atmosphere was adrenaline pumping. Everyone went up, screamed, jumped, praised God...everything. The Chapel was soaked with energy.
11.59pm inevitably came. Sadly, our cell wasn't given those clapper things or party poppers to make noise at midnight. But at least we had balloons to hit into the crowd! Well, only because we were standing next to them, but whatever! Fun! Oh and for some weird reason, they accessed a webcam in some crowded city street in Tokyo, where they had their own countdown, and flashed it on the screen with 30secs to go. It was um, queer, but interesting I must say.
3...2...1...YEAHHHHHHHHHHH *sound of poppers* etc. It's a pity not everyone in my cell was upfront so we went back to our seats after about 5mins. You think, socialise lah! But majority of the people around us were girls, and they were hugging each other and stuff, plus we were kinda blocked by those people wielding can sprayers. All of us stayed for another 45mins, just talking or praising God somemore, then we finally exited the Chapel. I met up with my family, which was just outside. After bidding farewell to my friends, we went for supper at Mcs. Yeah the first meal I ate in 2010 was fast food. -_-
It's a pity I was sick on the first day of the new year -_-. I was sneezing non-stop the entire day (excluding midnight), and I thought, nahh I'm just having bad sinus. I only realised at night that I may be potentially sick because mucus started trickling out of my nose. Well at least it didn't ruin my dinner!
Oh and you know whats great? I'm almost fully recovered! You know whats better?
I DONT HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW HAHA.
:D
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I dislike Decembers. Not only does it foreshadow the coming conclusion of one year, which passed extremely quickly by the way, but it makes me think of snow. Oh and sidetrack a bit, I'm secretly hoping global warming brings snow to Singapore :P. But anyway snow. Snow, for me, incurs thoughts about relationships...but that's where I knock myself back into reality. You're sixteen. Are you really capable of handling a relationship maturely at this age?
What makes this more agonizing is when you like someone, but you don't know where to start. Moreover, the dreadful internal conflicts between yourself makes you wonder if you should start at all. Well, that seems to be the case for me. And it's not simply those factors that deter me from making a move, it's the difference in both our frequencies. Would they ever intersect if they were plotted on a graph?
The admiration of a specific human has it's limits too. Sooner or later, you'll want to do something about it. And I think I've reached mine. But the irony of it all is as stated above. I wish I could get rid of this acrimonious feeling. Like, why can't I just see her holding hands with another dude, or someone just tell me straight in my face "SHE'S ATTACHED MAN LOLOLOL". Sure it'll feel like someone just grated off the skin of my entire leg with a cheese shredder, but at least I can stop leaving myself in suspense, or giving myself false hope. I can stop reminiscence of the time she made my heart pump unnecessary adrenaline when we looked at each other, and my surroundings went blur. I can stop kicking myself for wasting so many oppurtunities of what could have been the development of something magical (for me that is).
I wonder why it is so hard for me to forget that lovely face. I managed to get over another really good-looking girl with the help of prayer (serious) when I was Sec3. I used to think she was flawless, and I'm not the type to ogle at girls blatantly, but I would sneak glimpses at her and wish that I could be with her. Fortunately all those feelings are gone because she's completely out of my league for separate reasons lol, and that took me about a month or so to completely get over her, which is pretty awesome considering the state I was in.
But this girl. It has been the longest time, and I still can't forget about her. I was actually quite successful in attempting to forget about her for like 2-3weeks but I realised that, sub-consciously, I still liked her, and that I was just blocking out relationships as a whole. Being immersed in school work helped a lot too. I was merely keeping a portion of my thoughts at bay. Like melting ice, the emotions slowly build up and bridge my 'blockade'.
Am I obsessed with her? Perhaps I was, but now, I don't think so. I would simply like to meet her, and develop a friendship in person, and not over Facebook or something and maybe something will bloom when I throw in the 'charm' card /bhb lololol.
But then again, she has her own, activity thing lah, and given the amount of time I can actually talk to her, a strong friendship cannot be created. Which leads me to the painful task of thinking whether a relationship between both of us is even possible. I don't want to lose her, but once again, I am inclined to thinking whether is the perfect one for me.
Relationships, you're a formidable opponent.
But at least I've got a ton of issues (or just this issue rather) off my chest.
:)
Plus, God works in mysterious and wondrous ways, so who knows?
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Today, I realised that all my ex-crushes or people who I've been kinda attracted to, do not wear spectacles. Yeah. Well except my very first one, but that was when I was a small kid, and uh...yea *shrugs*. Either way, I find this a pretty darn awesome fact ya know. :D
Oooh, I just found 4 bucks hidden underneath my keyboard! :DD
Anyway, I thought that this would be an interesting thing to note. Off to do more papers!
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Looks vs. Character. Which is more important (in like dating and stuff)?
I was debating with Brandon on MSN over this topic a few weeks ago. His point was that looks do matter only if you want them to matter. I rebutted saying that very little people would date a girl that has a great personality but doesn't look good. However, he said that a better comparison would be
Excellent Looks + Great Character vs. Great Looks + Excellent Character.
That's where I got caught. I really didn't know who to choose. I asked him the definition of those two terms, but he said it was up to my standard. Hm. I initially chose the former, but now I'm kinda leaning towards the latter. So...who would you choose? *shrugs*
Anyway, my graduation was a week ago. :D
The rehearsals were a bore, and a total waste of time. Every student was supposed to practice going up on stage and shaking hands with the HoLs, to mimic the giving of the certificates. We had two sessions of rehearsals mind you. But the mistakes some students made were quite funny la. After taking the 'certificate' right, we were supposed to line up against the stage. Since we were sitting near the steps-to-walk-down area (which was also near the exit), we tried to convince one sotongfish to exit the hall. But it failed. =(
Anyway, every graduate was supposed to write a letter to their parents on the Monday of the week of the graduation. Its actually quite hard leh, I didn't know the appropriate tone in which I should address them. My thoughts were all jumbled up and I hard to resort to planning my letter. BUT RIGHT, I had like 20mins to plan and write a page long letter because I had to take some stupid survey, so I think my parents and sister can detect that the last few paragraphs were rushed.
Fortunately, nothing awkward happened when I went for dinner with my parents. I know my mum said something about the letter when I met them during the reception, but it was too noisy to hear what she said. Good thing they didn't talk about the letter thereafter. :D
The graduation itself was well, the usual lah I guess. It'd be more fun if I were sitting closer to my closer friends though. I think I MIGHT buy the recording of the entire graduation so I can hear what one of the teachers said lol. And may I mention that my name was, for the first time, in the booklet given? :DD Under the awards section la, not the name list thing. Feels gootch.
Anyway, they should've held the graduation AFTER like Olevels or something actually, because I don't feel graduated -_-. Still have school mah. And still have Olevels and a lot of nonsense to worry about.
Oh yeah I was supposed to sign my form teacher's card hor. Oh wells.
---oops my sister just signed in on msn---
On a seperate topic, I can't believe I missed out one of the primary school friend's name in the Colours booklet given because I 'switched off'. There were 589 students to wait for la. I was 189th I think? Actually I have no clue but I know I was in the first half of names la. RI/RJC IS SO BIG AND NICE LA WTF.
One last thing. Ris Low should be stripped of her title. She's gonna be an embarrassment to Singapore if she's going to compete against the universe. If its not how she speaks, its her credit card fraud thing. I bet she won because the judges think she has the biggest boobs or something -.-
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You know how those Ezlink sensor things always make a lot of noise when your card is out of cash? When I was in primary school, I always thought it made a lot of noise because my card was running low on cash. So upon hearing the repeated beeping, I would just think "Oh time to ask my mum to help me top-up my card", and proceed to find a seat. Furthermore, I didn't know what the beeping signified until like, primary six or something, which meant 2-3years of freeloading. Lol. I wonder if I was on some SBS blacklist or something. Aha.
Oh and we watched the cartoon, Batman, during our full Geog period. The episode was titled 'Seconds' (if I'm not wrong), and it was about this guy who could manipulate time. After it finished, our teacher started talking to us about how it was important to make choices and stuff. He then started telling us about his life stories, which he made us swear never to let out of the room. But do you think I actually care about that? Of course I do, so I won't say anything, except that he's road was really bumpy. Our Chinese teacher later loaded Red Cliff for us to watch. Oh how I love 'last-days'. :D
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I'm going to stick to this theory that my dignity can be renewed in 3minutes in public. I thought of it after having a chat with Ian on the train. We were talking about the 2nd of August. The day we saw some of our family members performed certain acts which were mentally disturbing. The acts are confidential because um, they're kind of embarrassing. lol.
Because the train was kind of crowded, there were people of rather close proximity to us. So in the midst of our conversation, I saw this earphone dude like smiling and stuff and that made me wonder whether or not he heard what we were saying. Then I thought, bah its not as if he'll remember us. Hence, I devised/discovered that theory. Now I can do whatever nonsense I want in public while thinking "Haha, you guys aren't gonna remember my face anyway... :D"
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The room is in a mess. Tangled wires sticking out everywhere, 3 empty Honeysuckle packet drinks and crumbs from eating Heong Peah littered all over the floor...and the table. Stupid Heong Peah. 3 times I pulled open the packet (like how you do with Hello Panda! biscuits) and 3 times it exploded. I was reckless with the first packet. Seeing how effective it was by taking a cautious approach for the second packet, I decided to take it a step further this time, carefully regulating the amount of force applied to each end of the plastic, gently pulling it apart and...BAM! Well actually it was more of a BZHH sound, but nonetheless, the crumbs were splattered all over the laptop keyboard. And YES, some of them slipped in between the keys.
I spent a good 5minutes trying to clear up the mess before I could enjoy my Heong Peah. And when everyone in the room went to bed, I closed the laptop, turned it upside-down and started tapping the base, hoping that the crumbs stuck between the keys would fall out. The idea had limited success. So I did it a few more times and yea, it turned out to be rather successful in the end. Now I'm wondering why I actually bothered to write all that out. But, as the Campus Superstar singer Zhiyang (or something) would write, 'oh wells'.
I think you would've guessed that after my comps, I lost passion for squash, thus haven't been training myself physically since. Then I was told that I was supposed to turn up for the ACJC training as part of the DSA thing. I played the day before and surprisingly, my skills, though not as sharp, were still intact. Hurray. The drills during the training were kinda fun, but their supposedly 'light' PT was um...X_x. I was (and still am) SO UNFIT. Like you would've guessed, my entire body (except torso surprisingly) ached like shiet, REALLY. But to be totally honest, I kinda missed that kind of muscle ache. It gives you a sense of um achievement or something. Fortunately, I think the first training session served as a wake-up call to my muscles, cause I didn't really feel the strain while doing the same exercises the subsequent trainings. Well, my muscles continued to ache the next day, but... *shrugs*.
After training, I had lunch with Brandon at this really tight Japanese restaurant, which was really cheap. I got my Terriyaki Salmon Set and Soya Bean drink for only 6.90. And they gave us a complimentary err chicken+mayo type food, part of some student offer thing, which really nice while it was warm. PLUS, it was REALLY filling, which made every cent worth the errr, count. No, every cent worth the wait....isit? Aiyah it was worth it. Then for the other two training sessions, we ate at some nearby coffeeshop place. Oh the stupid Meepok store's chilli is sick. Sick as in reallly hot and intimidating. Well intimidating in reference to the smell. Oh and its the first time since P6 or something that I drink BubbleTea. Eh, I really miss how the Pearls taste like.
And hey, doing the drills for like what seems like half an hour with your friends kinda brought back my passion for the game. I don't know if it'll last though. I'm planning to play tomorrow morning, which is kinda unlikely, now that it is coming to 3am and I should really go to sleep.
It really sucks to have Heong Piah crumbs stuck on your feet. REALLY.
I spent a good 5minutes trying to clear up the mess before I could enjoy my Heong Peah. And when everyone in the room went to bed, I closed the laptop, turned it upside-down and started tapping the base, hoping that the crumbs stuck between the keys would fall out. The idea had limited success. So I did it a few more times and yea, it turned out to be rather successful in the end. Now I'm wondering why I actually bothered to write all that out. But, as the Campus Superstar singer Zhiyang (or something) would write, 'oh wells'.
I think you would've guessed that after my comps, I lost passion for squash, thus haven't been training myself physically since. Then I was told that I was supposed to turn up for the ACJC training as part of the DSA thing. I played the day before and surprisingly, my skills, though not as sharp, were still intact. Hurray. The drills during the training were kinda fun, but their supposedly 'light' PT was um...X_x. I was (and still am) SO UNFIT. Like you would've guessed, my entire body (except torso surprisingly) ached like shiet, REALLY. But to be totally honest, I kinda missed that kind of muscle ache. It gives you a sense of um achievement or something. Fortunately, I think the first training session served as a wake-up call to my muscles, cause I didn't really feel the strain while doing the same exercises the subsequent trainings. Well, my muscles continued to ache the next day, but... *shrugs*.
After training, I had lunch with Brandon at this really tight Japanese restaurant, which was really cheap. I got my Terriyaki Salmon Set and Soya Bean drink for only 6.90. And they gave us a complimentary err chicken+mayo type food, part of some student offer thing, which really nice while it was warm. PLUS, it was REALLY filling, which made every cent worth the errr, count. No, every cent worth the wait....isit? Aiyah it was worth it. Then for the other two training sessions, we ate at some nearby coffeeshop place. Oh the stupid Meepok store's chilli is sick. Sick as in reallly hot and intimidating. Well intimidating in reference to the smell. Oh and its the first time since P6 or something that I drink BubbleTea. Eh, I really miss how the Pearls taste like.
And hey, doing the drills for like what seems like half an hour with your friends kinda brought back my passion for the game. I don't know if it'll last though. I'm planning to play tomorrow morning, which is kinda unlikely, now that it is coming to 3am and I should really go to sleep.
It really sucks to have Heong Piah crumbs stuck on your feet. REALLY.
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I ran up the overhead bridge, mistimed my step and injured my toe. Now its bleeding. One end of the skin is torn off and held by the other end. So its kinda hanging there. Oh and it hurts, it hurts so bad. Actually right, what I normally do when I'm in this kind of situation is to ask myself what pain really is, and keep denying the fact that it really hurts and that it is just an irritating feeling. I don't know, it helps...sometimes. Heh. Cmon fricken cells, go reform or something. >=\
The two weeks of extensive preparations for O'level Chinese passed really quickly. My Vice-Principal or something exaggerated saying that we will eat sleep and poo thinking of Chinese. I did become slightly more Cheena la but I could still retain my sanity. We were practically having over 5hours of Chinese a day and I'm sure its the same for every other school la, but it was really tiresome, not to say monotounous. I have to pass this. If I still fail after two intensive week so of Chinese, I...well, it would suck really badly.
The first week (and only week) of supplementary lessons in June were indifferent. I've barely lifted my finger and I'm staring at the second week of June. Initially, I thought the lessons would stretch for the usual two weeks, so it was rather pleasant to find out on Thursday that the following day was the last day of school.
We, not intentionally, made our Lit teacher storm out of our class on the first day. She was all "Okay, I've had enough of you guys. Yall can dismiss yourself at 12.30". I smiled. The class became an immediate gaming zone after she left. Lucky she didn't complain to our HOL or anything.
Then, we were doing some Oral exercises during English, and Ivan was a real joke. Our teacher randomly selected guys to read parts of the passage. Then she proceeded to write some words that people tend to mispronounce on the board. Like oil and um foot/food those kinda stuff. Then when the lesson was about to end, the teacher asked Ivan, who wasn't paying attention to "read the whole thing again (the passage)". He was like "oil...fo-" and the whole class starting laughing. Come to think of it, it doesn't sound funny now, but whatever.
Oh and since we were doing some geometry proves for Maths, our teacher borrowed both of Nut's different coloured highlighters to aid her diagram in making it clearer. And shortly after the teacher returned Nut his highlighters, he was like
"Walao Mrs Tan, look at what you did to my highlighter!"
"Tomorrow must buy me a new one arh"
And Mrs Tan just smiled and was like "okok"
Then when she asked to borrow a highlighter again, Nut was like "Nooo....*shakes head*" Funny stuff.
Sometimes I get so frustrated when I think about the things-to-do today. Gah what a sudden change of emotions. Hurray, the water doesn't hurt my wound that much.
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I tried to drown my sorrows in green chilli, but I regretted it.
It wasn't recent though. I vaguely remember details, but I knew I was extremely pissed off with the school team for not letting me play against RI. Yarhh, sounds so petty right? Okay after we lost to HCI due to me, we knew we had to upset RI if we wanted to stand a chance for 3rd.
It was an uphill task, which motivated me even more to train myself harder over the weekend, to make up for how I played previously. On that day itself, we were told that winning RI would not make a difference to our standing, and that we'll remain fourth. I was a little saddened, but I still wanted to play. My friend jokes that I have this 'grudge' over one of the players there and yes, I wanted to play with him. Not cuz of revenge sake la, but just to see how I fair against him.
I got my equipment ready, and well, was anxious to see the line-up. Both ours and theirs. Guess what, they didn't put me in the line-up. I was like WTF?! Look I know that winning wouldn't make a difference, but errr, its my last year representing the school can? You give me some stupid reason like, I have to give the Sec 3s (3 of em') exposure. THEY CAN HAVE ALL THE EXPOSURE THEY WANT NEXT YEAR. Either way, why should you let the captain and vice-captain play when I've been deprived of every match since HCI?
An utter waste of time. All the effort I've put it, trying to maintain my form, wasted. And its not like I wanted to go downstairs to play everyday, sometimes it was just for the school's sake. I have fricken other things to do. I know my captain had a good final year representing. My vice, had a back injury the first match and played the rest. Mick had he's own issues, I don't have any, and yet I have to forfeit the match I was looking forward to the entire week for them? I'm not condemning my juniors, they are good players, the issue here is its my last year, let me end this season smiling. That's all I'm asking for.
No wonder the two DSAs have this conspiracy over SJI hating our kind. Gee, I wonder why.
Am I over this? I don't know.
I was down with flu the previous week. Had to sit through an entire day minus one period of lessons because of phototaking. Then had a horrible horrible throat the subsequent day. The amount of pain I felt when I swallowed was intense. Had to upgrade to antibiotics and yea, its feels great to swallow.
Hm.
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