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.

Unwritten

I'm heading to college tomorrow so I don't know when I'll be able to blog here again, though I will try to do it once a month at the very least, but no promises, I have literally no idea what my schedule will be like.

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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.

Whatever, life

"When you're ten, they call you a prodigy. When you're fifteen, they call you a genius. Once you hit twenty, you're just an ordinary person. About three years until I'm ordinary." ~ Nanase Haruka, Free!
I can't believe I'm quoting a gay swimming anime. This is what my life has come to.

So... I've decided to do the one thing I swore never to do... pursue music as a future career path. =_="
Yup. I don't know if I'm being smart or stupid, oh well, I guess I'll find out 10 years down the road.
And yeah, if you follow that quote, by then I'll be really ordinary.
To be honest, the reason why I decided to choose music is partly because I want to live in Singapore.

I've been posting a lot on YouTube and SoundCloud lately, and I'm loving the response that I'm getting. Of course, this blog has been doing pretty well in getting views as well.

The audition for the college I want to get into is in February, the intake will only be in August.
So in between I have a LOT of free time, except for March-May, I have to attend National Service. XP

In the meantime, I have a few musical projects that I will definitely try to complete before March.
And I might offer myself up as musician / arranger / teacher for hire during the month of January till February.

I'll update this post when I'm feeling more inspired to wax lyrical.
It's late.

The 30-Day Studio Ghibli Challenge

I've had this post lying around my drafts for more than a year now. It took so long because of the gif hunting involved. I wanted to start editing it again after this happened, but yeah, had exams. For some reason, the middle of my SPM seems like a good time to post this long overdue post. Whatever.
I'll come back and edit it later.

Day 1: First Studio Ghibli movie?

Spirited Away.

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.