Poof! There goes my week.

When I'm busy, time sneaks pass me, leaving me oblivious to the passage of time.


And when I say that I'm busy, it should occur to you that my business does not involve any shopping or sleepovers.

I hope I'm taking Primer 2 more seriously.

• Monday, 9 hours in the studio, but free evening. Unless I decide to attend Campus Crusade's meet. I remember writing particulars during the CCA drive. Benjamin slit his left thumb with the penknife today, and had it wrapped up into a white bundle.
  
• Tuesday, 7 hours in the studio, 1.5 hours of violin practice, 1.5 hours of Christian Fellowship.
• Wednesday, 7 hours in the studio, 2 hours of Tennis.
• Thursday, 7 hours in studio, 1.5 hours of Tennis, 3 hours of Strings ensemble.
• Friday, HOME. Piano for 5 hours. Bach.
• Saturday, 1 hours of piano lesson, 6 hours in church playing the keys for youth's band and then some mamak and fellowship, and JUST when I thought I was all ready to slack at home watching Okto's programme on the Vienna Orchestra with well-known guest artists~ Fann dropped a call, calling me for Dinner at That's Cafe. Classy one, good food, with good company, ahh. This kind of fellowship can only happen once to twice a year since we're all scattered after high school.
• Sunday, church service, lunch with dad and bought some groceries, then we headed to Singapore already. Yes, my rendezvous at Down Town East - Cosfest.

Nothing like my little tranquil/mundane JB, there's too many happenings here all at once that I can't attend the ones I want to.

Like Li Yundi's Gala concert - 24th July. Sold out.
Hillsong United concert - 26th July. Sold out.



Banzai.

This is History.

6-6

Wow, what a match eh?
We're not even halfway through
a dust storm blows around Roddick's feet

7-7

I only take photographs of the scoreboard
want to take in each moment with my own eyes

8-8

Sampras offers his rehearsed smile
as the page where his record is printed
begins to smoulder

9-9

Someone jokes that Fed's wife
is about to give birth any moment
one more held serve
and we all will

10-10

Both men stare at each other
across the net in disbelief
before the next ball crashes down the line

11-11

A dragonfly buzzes
inches away from the cool glass
it cannot hold back the sound any more
as we finally begin to roar
along with the crowd

12-12

The rest of the tournament
stops existing
we have entered a world
where there are no records to break
the stats on the screen to the side
shrug their shoulders
and refuse to comment

13-13

Unlucky for everyone that isn’t here right now
Unlucky for two men thinking the same thought
"Surely he’s got nothing left?"

14-14

After Fed's 50th ace
Roddick re-cooperates
looks to the scoreboard
he can't believe it either
to avoid getting dizzy he glances back down
at 8mm of ryegrass and creeping fescue

15-14

Fed hits the magic number
we have no breath left to cheer the winner
should the winner ever come
I imagine the game still going
in a hundred years time
before a congregation of skeletons

16-14

Federer jumps up, spins
and roars to the crowd
the greatest ever
two weeks of pent up emotion
finally erupt
the carpet is rolled out for time and reality
to return
and I make for the exit
too exhausted to watch him lift the trophy
to return to a life
of telling everyone
I was there

Fifth set was Epic. 4 hour 16 minutes. 16-14 in the tiebreaker. Man.
Roddick played his heart out, brilliant game he put up, but Roger got it back from last year's drama.
Hurt to see the american broken so badly, but equally excited over Roger's win.

What else can I say?

Wimbledon is awesome.


Legends.

Uh. Oh.

How can I forget.

It's been a year since I played my Roland digital piano for the last time,

An accompaniment for a very musically inclined aunt Nancy at the Mount Austin Grammar school,

The first time I was excited over the Wimbledon Fever,

The first time I saw you,



When I didn't even realized it was Independence Day.

Why am I so independent that I enjoy having my own time, alone, so blissfully?

Synaesthesia.

I guess Synaesthesia isn't a fiction thing Alicia the prodigy (from Jessica Duchen's Alicia's Gift) possessed. What more, they say Franz Liszt had it too.

Mr. Bean: "Hello, I'm Dr. Bean. Apparently. And my job is to sit and look at paintings. So, what have I learned that I can say about this painting? Well, firstly, it’s quite big, which is excellent. If it were very small, microscopic, then hardly anyone would be able to see it. Which would be a shame. Secondly, and I’m getting quite near the end of this… analysis, secondly, why was it worth this man spending fifty million of your American dollars? And the answer to that is, that it’s a picture of Whistler’s mother. And as I’ve learned, staying with my best friend David Langley and his family, families are very important. Even though Mr. Whistler was obviously aware that his mother was a hideous old bat who looked like she’d had a cactus lodged up her backside, he stuck with her, and even took the time to paint this amazing picture of her. And that’s marvelous. It’s not just a painting. It’s a picture of a mad old cow who he thought the world of. Well that’s what I think."

Now somehow got myself /'stumbled' into the World of Art (Paintings, Yes), I had no choice but to study Mr Wassily Kandinsky, and stare at 'Two Green Points" and extract some theory and philosophy behind it.

Never done this before; I thought I would be studying much of Materials & Architectural Technology (MAT) here.

Instead, it was almost Everything.


Back to Mr Kandinsky:
Russian guy, Impressionist Artist, influenced by Theosophy and Music, most essentially - Synaesthesia. Very Cool.





YELLOW
“warm,” “cheeky and exciting,” “disturbing for people,” “typical earthly color,” “compared with the mood of a person it could have the effect of representing madness in color […] an attack of rage, blind madness, maniacal rage.

loud, sharp trumpets, high fanfares

BLUE
deep, inner, supernatural, peaceful “Sinking towards black, it has the overtone of a mourning that is not human.” “typical heavenly color”

light blue: flute
darker blue: cello
darkest blue of all: organ

GREEN
mixture of yellow and blue
stillness, peace, but with hidden strength, passive
“Green is like a fat, very healthy cow lying still and unmoving, only capable of chewing the cud, regarding the world with stupid dull eyes.”

quiet, drawn-out, middle position violin

WHITE
"It is not a dead silence, but one pregnant with possibilities."

"Harmony of silence", "pause that breaks temporarily the melody"

BLACK
“Not without possibilities […] like an eternal silence, without future and hope.”
Extinguished, immovable

"final pause, after which any continuation of the melody seems the dawn of another world"

GREY
mixture of white and black
“Immovability which is hopeless”

soundless

RED
alive, restless, confidently striving towards a goal, glowing, “manly maturity”
Light warm red: strength, energy, joy; vermilion: glowing passion, sure strength
Light cold red: youthful, pure joy, young

"sound of a trumpet, strong, harsh"
Fanfare, Tuba
deep notes on the cello

high, clear violin

BROWN
mixture of red + black
dull, hard, inhibited

ORANGE
mixture of red + yellow
radiant, healthy, serious

middle range church bell, alto voice, “an alto violin, singing tone, largo”

VIOLET
mixture of red + blue
“morbid, extinguished […] sad”

english horn, shawm, bassoon





Realized I've been tad pickier, fussier nowadays, where and when I can't simply pick something without a little more consideration.

Back to school, new Studio 10, unlimited supply of cardboard for this Primer..
Ahahah.

Back to panicking?


Banzai.

Stories from Malaysia.

tadaima~ back from a tour around west Malaysia, yet again, so typical of my little family of three. It was my cousin's wedding that brought us back to Kelantan, the old, backward 'ulu' sleepy town where the supermarkets have paying counters separating the masculine and feminine.

Of course that's all for show, they don't really follow it nowadays, but the blasting of 5 prayers a days routine carries on, no escaping that in a PAS ruled state.

I love the slow life there, yet I'm missing everything fast, active and happening in Singapore. Funny how I loathed the fast-paced life initially, where people squeeze in the MRT and buses everyday on their way to work- probably wanting to save on personal transportation because owning a car in Singapore probably equals up to owning a gas company in Sarawak.

Somehow, sitting in a sardine-packed car listening to ramblings of senior relatives- in a somewhat foreign tongue, Hainanese that is, my inherited dialect from my dad's side, one which I can only understand the word 'jiak - eat' because eating accompanied my fellowship and blathering is what they do the whole day. They love it, I would love to love it too, but somehow, alienated because of my handicap.

As usual, the drive up to Kelantan would have to pass through Pahang and Terrenganu state before reaching the east-northern tip of Malaysia before crossing the border to Thailand. Pasir Ris to Joo Koon probably takes only an hour and twenty minutes to reach end to end; and if Lee Kuan Yew still possesses the strength to further reclaim land for the inhabitants of the nation, probably another 15 minutes from end-to-end, nothing more. JB to Terrenganu takes a full day's drive- but I love it. Its lovely how the scenery and sun position changes from the morning till the evening. By night, we would have found a quaint chalet by the mesmerizing eastern coast, enjoying the vermilion sunset chewing Keropok Lekor.

That's always the part I love most on my annual journeys to Kelantan. Always the stipulated time granted me to observe, appreciate, contemplate nature and the beauty of Creation. Last year, I spent my time at the beach studying the characteristics of waves. Crests, troughs, wavefront, source, superposition etc.

ripples in the lake.

Spot the camou crab.



Dad, would be on his toes, ready for any movement of wildlife to be captured in his D90. Real Photographers are always in odd positions, positions you can hardly think of- when they are at Work. Mum gets pretty pissed off with this obsession of his sometimes when dad dashes off in the midst of doing something to 'Capture the Moment'. I understand. X)

Then came the day Symphony 92.4 dropped me a message saying that I won the Father's Day dedication and they cannot get through my Singtel line to record my voice to be aired on radio because I was 'out of reach'. True, I was miles and miles away from the island, but absolutely thrilled at the same time because I hardly, or never won anything like this before, let alone on a radio station altogether. Of course I called back. Spoke to the Dj, Shelwin, I think, and then recorded my voice reading the dedication. And then I'm getting a free CD hahahahaha.

Awesomely-mad struck.


And to pay for my time in my uncle's house, mosquitoes bit me so frequently that I'm certain I'm going home with rich legs. Gold coins on my legs, ah God forbid. Free fluctuating internet connection was almost secondary, but at least it helped me kill time having nothing better do to at times- other than tossing a tennis ball on the wall repeatedly, reading Nicholas Sparks' 'THe Guardian' until I fell asleep on the bed too often, or simply too frustrated with my uncle's white, traumatized, nerve-wrecking dog ever. She's a pretty dog, having similar features as Russ- my missing dog, but it hides behind the trees and bushes every time I try to get near and render some 'love' to this over traumatized dog. It was no use though, at the end of my stay at the mosquito-infested house, the dog still has its tail in between its legs, head hanged low, with fear in its eyes. Poor thing.

Uncle's traumatized white dog.
Its rare to get a shot like this without having her hiding in the bushes.


After nearing a week in Kelantan, it was Finally time to move on to Penang Island- Land of the best Hawker Food. Stayed in my cousin's little cosy 'just-married' apartment, rallied tennis with my dad a bit and realized how much physical training I lack having just continuously stuffing my stomach with Kelantan and Penang food. Certainly its an ominous sign that I'll be dead in the next Tennis training back in SP. Group mate says Lunges are now full court + push ups. My St John muscles has turned into fats, no wonder.

Mountain King Penang Hill Monkey.


Your long lost poser cousin.


Gotcha! Squirrel dashing accross the overhead cable, taking a peep into the camera lens!

Met up with old-timers, as usual, more food.
Durian in the backseat emitted rather putrefying scent I would say- in that sense, I'm zero Malaysian. I'm no fan of Mr Durian thank you. =P



Rode to Taiping, then KL, catch up on another old-timer who's now inventing some sort of hydrogen/water fueled power generator thingy. Quantum physics involved, I didn't quite understand the electrons turning into gravitons, acting as mass part. heehee. Interesting project though.



And then Home.
How I miss Home.

(and also wished badly for the lost chance to attend the Awesome Campo, so I heard.)


Turned on my radio, and still didn't get the chance to catch myself on radio but the most unlikely person did - Hui Yen. Didn't know she listen to classical. Woots. Form 6 must have forced her into classical to sooth her nerves. Quite plausible. =D

Flip the piano cover and tinkled the ivories, eek, my fingers had become rusty a little.

And I wonder how I could dream of myself, in the busy poly week, I had a notice from somewhere that Mr Yundi Li requested me to play a duet with him. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Surprisingly, I got the score in the midst of my busy schedule, sight read it a bit and realized it was only a page of notes. A few notes, probably grade 5 stuff. And I didn't bother to practice, informing the performance committee I could sight read straight away on that day. Probably Mr Li's master class or something. Then I woke up.

Tsk.

The thought of a well-known pianist, family name 'Li', could have originated from the YouTube video I watched earlier on in the Taiping gardens that day; a video of little George Li playing Chopin's Grande Polonaise Brilliante and I personally thought he would become like Yundi Li when he grows up- then the Yundi Li really appeared in my dreams that very night. The human mind is a fascinating one.


Saturday I took advantage of the laser printer my dad brought back from his office just for awhile, and printed Andante Spianato preceding the Grande Polonaise Brilliante. So dreamlike, a reverie preceding the polonaise; and as easy as it sounds, Chopin's easier pieces doesn't gets much easier with those odd number notes on the melody part, not fitting the rhythmic left hand at all, plus all the tricky ornaments I thought Yundi Li played it as ornate and with much nuance as it could ever sound. What an enchanting piece, enchantingly played! He was 18 when he won The Competition, Eighteen. I feel greatly underachieved.



Just when I thought I had extra money to spend on concerts (Dad's oldest brother rewards me for my SPM ;D), checked SSO's Gala which Mr Li supposed to perform with on 24 July, Singapore, yes Singapore, up and happening, but its fully booked. Fully booked and still more than a month away! T.T Should have known earlier.


Con Fuoco came out of my file, just for the heck of it, the Torrent Etude which I could barely play in the right tempo- simply because I was tired of the Clementi piece I have been playing for monthsXD

Actually, I haven't been listening to piano music, especially Chopin, in high concentrations for half a year or so. So happened my iPod played me a whole list of Chopin the other day on my way back to JB, I couldn't help but enjoy the Music, with wave of emotions flowing in once again, after playing CPE Bach and Clementi for such a long period of time. Haha!


Next on my list for the last week of this holidays before I start on another brain storming, model making, glue tasting, documentation writing, monitor staring et cetera:

Schumann- Traumerei. :D

One page, very ornamental piece. Gee.



Happy Fathers Day,

My impromptu note, sent in 92.4fm, and didn't expect to win anything in the first place. Teehee!



Photo Montage coming soon. Stay tuned.

Alright!

And now he equals Pete Sampras' record of 14 grand slam titles after winning the Roland Garros - French Open 2009, and his very first too! =)




Now I really wished I had cable TV.

Stories from Singapore.

To go, or not to go: That is a question.

That line was running through my mind at Mach 25 while my head was spinning in the bus on the way home, one and a half hours ago.

And yet I spin myself on the studio chair, trying to rid off the initial exhaustion.
Nothing really happened, I just got dizzier.

Because Astro meet is at 7pm today, and if I had gone back to school after placing my bulky stuff and change my attire in my room, now I would have been in a debate whether the Big Bang really happened and setting up telescopes - Star Gazing.

And then Again, I'll be back home after 10.30pm, dead tired, walking into the house scaring my room mate when she accuses me of being a zombie night after night, chores yet to be done, but that was how it was like for the past 5 days.

So I stayed in the room. Fell face flat on the bed. Cried under my blanket for unknown reasons. Drifted off the dreamland - under Lenny my landlady knocked my room door offering me a sliced of chocolate strawberry cake.

My name was the last in the entire cohort's register, obviously in the last group for this Primer- and while waiting for our turn I was reconnoitering the situation, still, too tired to respond to Michael Chan's ego stabbing criticisms due to his lack of sleep or simply having a bad hairbald day, nor lines like:

"The Last call the guy's making before he proceeds to the Electric Chair; and there comes the undertaker"

"Is it for a dog to go in and fetch his bone at the top of the tree bark?"

"Looks like the bird nest that has fallen off the tree"

"Attack of the Termites"

"Anybody have an inhaler here"

"The lorry driver sees the occupants taking a family portrait. And then he says, Smile!"

"Its just a well design mobile toilet"


Never ending insults.
Like when everyone is about to have their term test, today we had a presentation and critique session since its 100% coursework.
So it Finally came, after 4 weeks of trial and error, "Can this be like this, tweak it over here,", "Why is this panel over here, so out of context?", "What's the use of this?", "Why?".

Plus it being a group project, give and take was always important. Like how I managed Yi Th'ng, Fann's and Kelly's hardheadedness altogether. XD
The plethora of character and personalities makes it really hard to make progress actually, having Mr Chieu and Sherry finally unanimous in their opinions that this group (we) had gone through some tough times throughout the process and was glad we managed to come up with something feasible.

And then The End.
Woohoos around, it was term break.
I made my journey to the train station with Sharina, one of my group members, and then sharing our adventure camp experiences, until my bus came.

I realized I'd missed out yet another chance to attend Royal Rangers' National Camporama that is held every 4 years.
In year 2000 - I was 9, and 10 was the minimum age eligible to attend the Campo.

In year 2004 - I was 13, and I was all ready and set to go for this one - until my cousin Yee Yee decided to get married the very same week Campo was held. Fine.

In year 2008 - I was 17, and I waited long enough for a Campo experience. They said Campo's not on this year. O.O

In year 2009 - I'm out from Secondary school, currently studying in Singapore. Last Wednesday I met Wong family to get my stuff that my mum wanted to pass to me through them, and they were on their way to watch the Leonardo Da Vinci Exhibit in the Science centre. They invited me to follow, it was a Wednesday, and I supposedly didn't have class- but had to return to school to complete the project. Fine, so there goes another chance. Bye bye Leonardo. I'll make sure I study your life and works one day.

Naomi asks me whether I have Rangers uniform.

Yes, I still have it in my closet.

Why.

"I'm going for Camporama."

O.O CAMPO. THIS YEAR?

WHEN

"Next week."

NEXT WEEK MY COUSIN MAX'S GETTING MARRIED IN KELANTAN >.>


So There goes another Camporama. I'm really getting old already you know.
Thus I'm letting go of my dream of attending Camporama as a camper. T.T



Then I'll hear Amanda asking me again, "Where's Kelantan?" "I want Domino Pizzaa."

Kim goes crazy every time I tell him Domino Pizza, Lasagna, BREADSTIK
And then he proceeds to the Studio Door, spins it at 100mph, "Lets go for Lunch!"
Lunch leader says lets go, we go for lunch.
*Amanda stands by the door, waiting for it to stop spinning and then halts it and scolds Kim*
"Poor door don't spin it like this or else they'll replace it with an ugly door.."


I think the whole class has been loving W5A21C. And the door gets particular attention.
But by the next term we'll be shifting to another Studio once they renovate the place =/
I wonder how often I can steal Kim's Subway cookies?


Tennis and Strings camp was two weeks back, and I managed to return home in JB last Friday. As usual, practiced my piano pieces and then slept for long hours. Sunday I woke up for church, and after lunch I went to Singapore, earlier, because we needed to get materials from Art Friend. Bras Basah complex is a Must-Go. Many shops there sell imported picture books from Taiwan and Japan, plus cheap comics and second hand books. Heaven for those who appreciate all these unique, imported stuff rather than mainstream items like Crumpler for rich bastards Only- hehehe~

So it was the trio Mike, AhDada and I who went to town to get the materials, which afterward Amanda and I who accompanied Mike to go Shopping, can you believe it.
We got Ice-cream and returned home.

Monday, I went to school as usual, early, the walk to my school is always so quiet in the morning- often makes me wonder where the population of fourteen thousand disappeared to.

And then Mel reminded me of the Dinner date on that Monday night itself.
Ate at FC3, treated Mel the famous mango milkshake Kim often goes crazy about, and then brought them JC peeps for a night walk around the school, browse the video collection room, sat around in the library lounge (my first time there, too), catch up a bit on each others life, and when home.

Late.

Tuesday, 2 days prior to submission, I headed to Strings Clubroom after school, played the violin with people with the same interest =) , and then had a lesson with Mr Yang, an SSO member who teaches and conducts the SPSE. =) =)

Went home straight, late.

Wednesday, 1 day prior to submission, I woke up early, played Winterbell repeatedly while waiting for the Wong Family to reach Jurong East, got my things and left to Dover on a train, walked to my school on the far side of the campus and met up with my group mates. Firdaus went out to get hot glue stick and didn't came back until 3. Michael left for French class, I left for Tennis at 3. Model- not done.

After tennis, I rushed home to get my file which I didn't realized - contain the translucent sheet and perspex we needed for the model. Took a bus home, got my stuff, took a bus back, made my way back to the studio, group mates were working on the model, and were about to move to FC5 to continue the work because studio was closing. It was evening, it was late.

As Firdaus slowly completes the model with his acclaimed workmanship during crit, we moved around, taking measurements as he builds it, and drawing section, elevation and plans. Grab a double chocolate chip subway cookie for dinner and continued with the momentum. Crowded as it already was, now there were extra spectators around the table. Model was finally done at 9.15pm. Took the measurements to complete scale drawings and then headed home.

Late. Wednesday, laundry day.

Thursday woke up extra early, headed to school to complete the undone documentation, scanned A3 drawings, photoshopped it, insert them into the PowerPoint, burnt the unto the CD-ROM, double check, 11.45am, last call, we submitted.

In the afternoon we were more relieved, slacked on the lounge chair, Miss Priscilla Tan our oral comm. lecturer came by to inform us our individual presentation outline had to be handed in the next day, Friday, before 10am.

Now finding a random topic to present on is rather tough. You might want to present something you are passionate about, yet worry whether the audience (classmates) would find it interesting. Monkeys as they already are, talking about the life and works of Beethoven wouldn't be too appropriate. My mind was too tired to think about a major presentation topic like that. One Thursday after the term break, we would have to write a thousand-word speech on the topic we had chosen today, and at the end of the semester, present it, and we would be graded. I'll think of it tonight. Mind's blank at the moment for this kind of stuff.

Ah.

Tennis first.

Before that, FC5, Subway cookie first. I knew I had no time for dinner.

And then I realized I've been living with cookies almost the whole week. Ran out of bread so I had to open the emergency Oreo. Went to school still hungry, stole kim's Subway Macadamia cookie.

Sugary. Sweet.

Ate a quarter and then Joshua reached the court. Too absent minded that Thursday morning, I had left my racquet at home and had to borrow Joshua's. Volley, serve, rallied with beginners that were almost impossible to play with, I still had a fun time =)

At the corner of my eye, Mr Chieu and Sherry passed by the tennis courts. Kabin saw. We smiled. We continued volleying.

7pm came, I grabbed my bag and my unfinished cookie and made my way to T14.
Strings Ensemble, more of a String Orchestra actually, something I've been anticipating. I sat on the left side of my partner Chun Hui, Violin 2, and then figured out the Titanic score. Mr Yang came, tuned, raised the baton and went through one round of the score.
Figuring out the accompaniment wasn't as easy as I thought. The only 'ensemble' I've been in before is Convent school's choir, conducted by biology teacher Doreen Chan once in a while or the president of the club. Imagine SE president Chee Ming (who looks so much like Cadet Leader Yong- guy version) conducting. Horrendous. LOL. Apparently they don't choose a skilled member to be president, but I guess one to handle club matters and not the musical aspect of it.

In the choir I was an Alto, which was something like the voice of a viola.
Which was purely made for accompaniment, and it wasn't as easy actually, to not sing what you normally hear and take note of.

Anyway, I got used to the odd rhythm somehow after 2 rounds, and the feeling was exhilirating- especially the ending. This is the Joy and Wonder of playing music together! Spread the Love! <3

Entering the room late at night like a zombie, night after night, it was the last day I had to budge in the room before the term break while my roomy was Skype-ing.

I flipped opened my laptop, staring blank, thinking of what topic I should choose for Oral Comm. Thought I'll lie down awhile and maybe I'll acquire some inspiration... and then woke up at 7.30am on Friday morning, as usual, traveling takes an incredible amount of time these days unlike the days I could wake up at 7am when class started at 7.20am. Mum was my F1 driver, I needn't walk at all except up the small hill up Convent. I turned around facing my laptop, open my blog and then scroll down the list. Orient Express caught my eye that morning, and I googled 'train'. Thus trains, is going to be my topic to research on. Wonder how one random topic will work out? =/

It was 7am, and I had scarce time to get ready: washed up, poured milk into my mouth out from the box, grabbed a packet of crackers and went out. Flats didn't feel as comfortable as my sandles/sports shoes which I have been wearing frequently these days. Comfortable and practical for one who does much walking everyday =.= Reached school, discussed our slides with one member M.I.A. (Missing In Action), lunch at Broadway with lunch leader and company, and then got ready for Crit. Ahh. Crits. Thanks God for 05/06 lecturers like Sherry and Mr Chieu. Miss Jun is okay The other two had serious attitude problems, one in a bad hairbald day, another with too many cold jokes that meant insult. Pfft.

Enough of crit experiences. Similar to Simon Cowell shooting arrows into your little pride on stage. Period.


Tomorrow's SPCA flag day for ONOW module.
Sunday I'll worship lead and have fun with the kids. They really love me more nowadaysXD


Some piano freedom.. and
then... holiday with my mum and dad. YAY




CHEERS.

***

For your personal amusement: Photos from my cellphone.

Green man on our first mock up.

Mr Chieu commenting on our variety of informal handwritingsXD

Jia Tong stealing time to sleep in the low cupboard.
Yi Han waiting for the canister filled with cold water to get shot down.
A familiar scene. Canteen. Skit.
Forfeit.

Joshua-made thickened milo and chocolate chips.
Yi Han singing to Nobody Nobody But You. Must be. He could dance through the whole songXD
Chuck Taylor variations. Far right is Lolita version~
SPSE President: 'Hei Ren Lao Ban' in bright green. Nice.
AhDada's Octopuus.
The other Boulevard I walk everyday other than Jalan Sentul.
Grace feels like eating again. Singapore doesn't have a Domino Pizza outlet. I suggest you call in.
AhDada wants Domino.

Kim spreading the love of Meiji Strawberry yoghurt.

Kaoru steals my strawberry yoghurt X(

Look-a-like! Twins! I had problems identifying them in the beginning. Miss Priscilla Tan too.

There. Derek + Aaron = Hikaru + Kaoru
Hikaru obviously the naughty one. Kaoru the more rational one. Heh. Grace doing an interview





Term Break! *drum rolls* taadaa~