How to Fall

{ 19th April 2017 }

I performed one of my pieces solo for this year's recital.

Told a story through loops and a monologue.

This is a transcript of that monologue.
Oh, the reason why I suddenly switched to Mandarin at the beginning was because the person this was about was there and I chickened out. Half of my mind started frantically translating the whole monologue to Mandarin before the other half of my mind took over, told me to breathe, and be brave.

Update: 18th June 2018
This was my submission for the Daisie 100, here's the synopsis that accompanied it:
This performance was for my 2nd year college recital. It details a friendship that I hoped could become something more, but ultimately disappointed and hurt me.
This performance marked a growth in myself as an artist and a person. It was the first time I was able to let myself and all the emotion I had hoarded within me go. The first time I finally found the courage to share my true feelings with the world. The first time I performed something that was honest, that was true, that was real, that was me.
It also documents the last time I held on to these feelings, as after this I finally found the strength to move on from this person.

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One day, all of this will just be another story to tell.

Guess Who?

{ 2nd September 2013 }
This is a song for someone I should have written for a long time ago. It's really bad and has 2 NSFW words but I don't really care.
-- SoundCloud recording here --

~ Verse #1 ~

3 days, 2 nights,
15 hundred meters high.
This kinda thing, not allowed.
But frankly, I didn't care.

We had to write notes,
For each other and I
Slipped a hidden message
That I didn't share.

I told my friends what I wrote
In everyone's but yours,
And not cause I was lost for words.
It's because I hid a tiny little secret in yours.

Wishing for Tomorrow

{18th October 2010}
A poem that turned into a song that I wrote for someone who really doesn't matter anymore.

Wishing for Tomorrow.

To those who wait

{29th August 2014}
The little essay mentioned here has been returned for the day. Scroll down for writer's thoughts. Here it is, as written.

          It is almost dusk, I am waiting for her at the corner of the street. She has just landed in the country and she sent me a message asking me to wait here for her, the place where we last saw each other. It is cold, I wrap myself tightly in the scarf she gave me before she left, it still smells faintly of her perfume. I lean against the lamp post, tilting my head upwards to watch the sun say its final farewells. I close my eyes, and the memories begin to flow.

The Sea of He And She, a tragic romance

{4th July 2012}
Junqi wanted to write a poem together so this is what happened, and I sent it to the school magazine for last year. According to her, I shouldn't have added her name to the credit, because I wrote most of it, but she did help, and it was her idea. So... I think most of our schoolmates liked it, even though it's a bit melancholy. There are a few mistakes, but I still like it.

This is the story of he and she,

They lived in a village by the sea.

The villagers said it was destiny,

But it turned out it was not meant to be.

He the sailor,

She the fisherman's daughter.

The first day of summer,

The first day they saw each other.

She was known as a great beauty.

Each day, she would swim in the great blue sea.

One day, as he stood on deck drinking tea,

He dropped his cup, mesmerized by her beauty.

By the end of the season, they were wed.

They had great pleasures while in bed.

You may think they were happy but this is sad,

This happy tale is about to end bad.

Each morning, she still went swimming.

Her beauty still blossomed even with her aging.

She became so beautiful till one day,

Even the sea couldn't turn away.

That evening, she did not return.

The cause of her disappearance, he vowed to learn.

As the night went on he began to despair.

He ran towards the sea, hoping to find her there.

He walked along the shore, desperate to find a trace.

Instead the sea washed up her ring, he began to pace.

Up and down the beach he went,

His frustrations, he began to vent.

Close to dawn, a conclusion came to my mind.

The mere thought brought tears to his eyes.

He realized that the sea had finally claimed her as its own.

Struck by the horror, he began to moan.

He looked out into the sea and thought,

A life without her, worth living? Not.

And so he walked into the sea,

Hoping that he would find his she.

Nothing was heard of them since then,

And at last our tragic tale has come to an end.