i just realised: i write songs without knowing the chords/notes.

i write the lyrics, craft a tune. play by ear. and have absolutely no idea what chord/notes i'm playing.

this a bad habit. i really should craft songs properly - with knowledge of chords/notes.

and then i need to get hold of that guitar...

@ 8:50 AM

there's a few reasons why i like the dead of the night:

dark.

peaceful.

reflective.

inspirational.

@ 10:59 AM

it's already saturday morning (0135) and i have come to the conclusion: i am screwed for my terms.

i think about my future, and what i really like. what i really want to do. i don't want a desk-job. i want to do something that i like, that i enjoy. and apparently it doesn't involve anything that i've studied. *laughs* but if other people know, they'd probably look at me in disbelief and tell me i'm wasting away my life.

but the things i have a passion for... well, music, words, make-up.

ah wells. is there such a job that focuses on all the three?

@ 10:30 AM

finally finished with mugging for international history!

just how much is actually retained inside my head? i have no idea.

and also because i've already forgotten my econs, so i have to re-mug.

and i just remembered i have 2 history essays to do. i wish my selective memory will remember these important things next time.

but now, i want to go play game! haven't played for so long - i miss my XBox and my PC Games. last game i played was The Godfather. but i don't feel like being a mafia boss. i also don't feel like playing FIFA because Spain just lost 0-2 to USA. (porque, espana? porque?? but unbeaten 35-game streak is pretty impressive. equalled brazil ne?)

should i go play Halo? or maybe i should follow Noopie's footsteps and play Pokemon. i heard there's a new one.


deepening urge to go to the arcade. Timezone, wherefore art thou?

@ 2:02 AM

i might as well kill my own blog. lack of activity all the way.

today is a pretty day. when i woke up, the weather was cold. then in the afternoon, it got hotter. but indoors, it's beautiful: blue sky, white clouds and happy green trees outside, cool room inside. it's like being in a postcard with a thermostat.

i should be mugging. but i always succeed halfway.
must try to be more mugging-able.

i keep on creating new non-language words everyday.



hmm.. maybe i should learn to be a bit normal. FB has been telling me i'm not *laughs*

@ 1:29 AM

i intended to write sense here. really. but in the end i just gave up because i'll be spamming my blog page with my current affairs POV. but some stuffs really need to be said. seriously.

recently i just read a few articles from a few newspaper from a neighbouring country. and it wasn't very nice. apparently it involved a certain former politician slamming one of singapore's uhh.. former/current politician. former/current because technically, he still is a politician but he's not you know, in charge of the country. anyway, let's call the first politician M and the second politician K. (if you have any sense of news, you'll know who i'm talking about) so basically M slams K because K's country (i.e. my country) is like the Middle Kingdom whose hinterland stretches to Beijing, Tokyo and of course, M's country. i read M's blog entry, and the first thing that comes to my mind: does this old guy have nothing better to do?

as a singaporean, it did piss me off reading those sort of comments. as a singaporean of the minority race in singapore, it pissed me off because all of those are untrue. marginalisation? hello?? maybe i haven't lived long enough to actually make a substantial conclusion, but from all that i've experienced, i won't go as far as to say there's marginalisation. i guess i speak up for the generation of my kind when i say marginalisation is too harsh a term. we're long past the days when the malays are exempted from NS (no, it wasn't a happy thing for the malays at that time) - that is ancient past history. i don't deny, there's racism in singapore. but it's not severe until we all have to stamp together and protest for justice and start slamming every other people who we deem culpable for the state we are in. pretty much, does this 'cloud of oppression' push us to strive harder to get what we want out of life? yeah, sure as hell it does.

it doesn't matter what we do, but to me and my generation, the issue of race/marginalisation/prejudice is pretty much something that as a normal human being, we are partial to it. there should be no such things - then we'll live in an ideal world. overtime, racist jokes are well, jokes if we take it with a pinch of salt. that's not to say i'm advocating racism - prejudices are never a good thing for the people of a country. all i can say is, so what? just pick yourself up, stop whining and prove it to the disbelievers. once you've proved your worth, they'll shut up, won't they?

there's no point whining and harping on about inequality in the sytem etc. honestly, system and laws are created by humans - surely, there are flaws. to err is human. but to overcome it is superhuman. to admit your errors, now, that's something.

anw, my ramblings aside, the case in point i wanted to make here is this: take a mirror and stare hard at your reflection before you let your emotions rule your head. if something is a fact of life, face it. accept it. admit it. going round and stabbing your uhh.. ex-foreign colleague through something like a blog is just well... low. you know what? it's disgusting to know that an older person who is usually considered wiser is well, sounding the opposite. i've read the comments coming from the readers of the newspapers in M's country in response to his blog post, and most of them share the same sentiments as me: ashamed. hell, if i were one of them, i'd be ashamed too.

i always thought that if you go out on a high, remain floating at the top or go even higher. there's no point you go out on a high, then you do small things that eventually throw you back to the bottom and lose people's respect.

@ 2:19 AM