Teachers

Haha since I've swiped off about half of my Chem topics in one hour, I think I can blog a bit.

Not even one month ago we were singing happy teachers day. Not even one month later from then we have news in the paper that teacher's are being tough on students who flame them on blogs. What a joke.

Not only that, teachers are given grounds to prosecute their kids if they find any defamatory comments. Fortunately they have some compassion to actually not do it, because the lawsuit would shred their kids' future to pieces.

I cannot deny that there are probably some teachers who deserve an occasional kick in the bottom with their attitude. But to cut things short, can't we use our blogs for a greater good? Sure, many agree that the blog is used to express personal opinion and emotions. But why must it be used to express opinion and hatred towards certain people? I find this phenomenon senseless. There are better things to do than be selfish and appease your anger and horrid emotions. Life has a lot more dimension to whom you hate and what happened in school today. So, I appeal to bloggers to blog worthily!

Ah, Danny Elfman was featured in the newspaper today. For your information, he's the one behind the marvellous music behind the Spidermen movies. (I mean, Spider-man and Spider-man II, note the hyphen). He also wrote one of the most recognisable and well-loved tunes in history: The Simpsons theme song. According to him, he still finds it amusing because he did that in just one day. One day is amazing lar!!!! And the theme song isn't that simple...it's quite complicated. I think he's really talented.

You realise that many modern composers don't seem to produce songs at alarming rates like they used to in the good old days, like machines of mass production (WMP???). I wonder, is it because of the money, that they are under pressure to make their works perfect and so they dedicate more time to them, or is it because they compose a few songs and their set for life? But my observation is usually relevant to those who write for movies and games. Hmmm

Ok. Back to work then. see ya in one week's time! Exciting news on my promos will be released.

Bye Os, See Ya!

Last year, at this point in time, I was going totally insane. I had been seeing the same notes, worksheets, TYSes etc. for two years. I had covered the whole 'O' level Syllabus and it was getting annoying to keep on studying the same things over and over again. It drained me of all my chances to create and have a fulfilling life. Because all you saw was the familiar: there was no chance to explore. That is why after the 'O' levels, I did all sorts of adventurous things that I never thought I'd do, including my first confession. Anyway, enough of all the ranting.

Around two days before the 'O' levels Chemistry paper (which was THE last paper), I stayed up till eleven o'clock when usually I'm tucked in at 10 30 waiting to fall asleep. Instead of studying, I was letting my imagination go wild, something I hadn't allowed myself to do in a long time. At this point in time, I had already become quite a Queen addict, and I was getting more and more exposed to that genre of rock. Since after my band life and more or less ended at that time, I settled for rock music (that's why I played in a rock band during teacher's day, playing the bass guitar). So, I decided to write lyrics for a song that would have a 'high-energy beat', quoted from my performance directions on the page. It would be as whimsical and theatrical as the Queen songs were. It was supposed to be a celebration of the imminent end of the 'O' levels, after all. Oh, btw I wrote it on the M1 notebook that I got from last year's NJ open house. haha.

This is it. It's horribly lame please brace yourselves. And don't scoff at the stupid title.

B-O-S-Y (Bye Os See Ya!)

Ooooooooh! The Big O!!!

My bedsheet's all crumpledfrom the tossing and turning,
My books are crumpled after a dozen a hurling,
A stretch of three weeks, that ain't spurring,
Aieee! I get nightmares from the heat! I'm blurring!
Temperature from the rising pressure, hear me now,
Boyle's law, who what when why where and how?
I'm beat.
Where's my meat?

My body's getting oh! So excruciatingly weak.
I ned more blood sugar to reach my peak.
My mommy's angry that the fridge is empty.
Oh yes! I long to be real free!
Enough of this utter nonsense!
Proof of entry.
Yow! It's driving me totally insan-ee!

Chorus
B-O-S-Y
My room looks like a pig sty.
But your time's up,
The notes shut up,
And blown sky high.
Say your very last bye bye.
No more TYS under my eye.
Gonna go really far,
Bye Os, see ya!

It's been long since I saw my Nokia handphone,
It's been long, without you I feel so alone.
"No unauthorised material allowed in here"
Heard that so many times, it goes in and out of my ears.
I'm so darn confused, I keep losing bearings,
Can't see the diff between an easting and northing.
Workaholic?
Amphoteric!

In 1945, Singapore was free!
But that wasn't the only time in history!
On 19th November 2004,
It's the last time I walked through those two hall doors.
Gonna get my band, make a joyful noise!
Sing together with me, y'all girls and boys.
HEat capacity,
Whoa activation energy!
Finally, these terms can leave my memory!

Bridge
Chemistry, Biology
Don't ignre Social Studies.
Geography and then Physics
(Good thing we've dropped Home Economics!).
Dates, laws, concepts, rules!
Compendium of algebraic tools!
Tangent, cosecane and sine.
How to turn grapes into wine!
Notes, files, tests and books,
My darling's picture on a hook.
Whoops sorry I did digress,
Let's continue with this academic mess.
Past, Present, Future tense,
Transition metals are so dense.
Hitler is in history,
Slower nerve conduction velocity.
Velocity of A relative to B,
How d'ya spell longevity?
Casio, pentel, don't care what he says,
My spectacles taht I purchased from YES.
Time's runningout, shouldn't have slackened,
Our dumb hall's clock doesn't show the seconds!
My lungs are full, my heart beats fast,
Adrenaline seems to reach my brains cells last.
This song is worse than reading all my orals
My tongue is tied oh ENOUGH OF THE 'O' LEVELS!!

chorus twice.

End (mood change: melancholy and touching)
But now that it's ended, it doesn't seem right,
I suffer no longer from my four-year plight.
Now as we come to the close of the song,
Was I realy a nerd all along?

Here I stand, null and void.
Tears welling up within my eyes.
I did my best in this fatal battle.
Made me stronger, showed off my mettle.

The very thing that caused me strife,
Is what gave me a new life.

WHO AM I KIDDING? (energetic jam)
B-O-S-Y-N-A (cheer leading kinda chant)
Bye Os, See Ya Never Again!




Well, that's it. Hyper lame. Quite a crappy job actually. I don't claim to be the best lyricist, but I seriously thought I should show you the bridge.

Oh well, better go to sleep again.

And it seems that Queen's 'Jealousy' might have relevance to my life again.
But now it's ended, it doesn't seem right

Entry of the day take two.

Ya. There's no more music so perhaps I can concentrate better.

But I don't know what to say.

Ah well. Inspiration normally hits suddenly. Kinda like the GP paper. Who would've thought that a title like "Ignorance is bliss. How relevant is this to the world today?" would appeal to me? I scanned through the paper for the first 3 minutes, ticked and circled questions to narrow them down. I rejected that question immediately, thinking I'd never generate ideas. I was going to settle on this environment question when I realised that wasn't the best bet since I had no statistics in mind and I'd forgotten all my Geog. But just when I was jotting down my ideas, my eye for some unknown reason caught sight of the above question once again, and suddenly, ideas started sprouting into my mind. I think at that point in time, all those around me would have seen a big change in me. Before that, I was shifting my weight around, getting peeved at the topics, looking restless yet contemplative, when suddenly, this weirdo seems to have gotten all excited, he's grinning at himself, and whoa, he's gotten down to writing! Wow. That was one of the most dramatic success stories.

Oh man!! The GP paper 2 was crazy! I'm doomed! 'Nuff said. A brain sprain is not easily treated. You can give it rest, but the rules of Ice and Compression are usually quite detrimental to the physiology of the brain.

I was reading a junior's blog after a long time. I think if you 'my junior' come across this blog, I hope you don't mind that I'm making minimal referrence to you, and that I use your situation as a topic. But ya. Reading what happened to her and someone else seemed to make me think about what I could be like. Why are boys such immature twits? Especially in relationships. I guess it is true that males are the weakest sex, no doubt about it anymore. Perhaps it's a case by case basis. But what that chap did (namely cheating on his gf) was absolutely deplorable. Question is, what if I were like that? What happens if I suddenly find this sudden yearning for attention from a girl and do anything idiotic to get it (or get it back). Even lying and getting myself into sucha mangled mess. I guess at present I can only speculate; only when I'm in it will I know who I am.

So I guess that guy, though he caused much pain, would learn something from the pain returned in full due to him. Meanwhile, I will guard myself and make sure that I don't become as devious as that. Because if (IF) I ever commit one day (highly improbable) I want the best for her. Best for us actually.

Oh ya one more important thing that I've not said in the last six months. I FREAKING MISS WEN JIE!!!! If he were still in NJCSB, I think that my life would have been a lot more colourful. I've completely lost touch with AMB since he'd left. We can't talk about AMB things anymore. We can't assume our roles as ex-leaders of the band and talk about things like we used to in the good old days, sharing our thoughts, hearing the other side, and coming up with solutions. We can't share our joy for music as much as before. To me, he would've been one of the closest boys to me in the band. But the stupid school could not just raise their cut off point a WEEE bit more. Basket.

The promos are getting near. In all, Ive barely done 10 questions in the practice promos paper for MAths. I just started Bio today, and altogether, I've cleared about half the number of chapters, rather a little bit less than that. Quite and achievement. Holy Mackarel! I've not touched Chem and worse stll, History!!! My mom said that my HK trip is dependent on my results. She probably didn't mean it, but she knows making such comments pisses me off especially when she doesn't mean it in the end. I hate being threatened with false lies. But still, I want to do well at least to make them proud of me. I know that having two As and two Ds and being in the 90th percentile didn't impress them much because there was no way to show that it was something quite commendable. My parents expect the best of me, but I hope they understand our plight. This stupid Jc life that is nothing more than a packing of sardines in a tin can. I'm talking about pressure that sends us to our dooms. Ok, but considering my mom's been seeing me play computer and MSn so much, she's not gonna buy that at all.

Just being a bit vague here. But I didn't know that what Edo told me long ago about that guy might just be slightly true. What irks me out is how he knows me name and called me as if he knew who I were. Or was it my imagination? I really can't remember. Maybe I halucinate or my brain distorts memories very grossly. Garh. Stupid brain.

I think I was seriously born an artist. I cannot seem to appreciate a Science more for its artistry than anything else. That's why I feel so uncompelled to memorise long long passages on how transcription works, the two laws of Mendel, etc etc. I just think that these processes are beautiful and nothing more. Sometimes, reading up on scientific concepts gives good food for philosphy. Why is the body such a complicated structure? Why are we organic, why not inorganic? Why must our haemoglobin have haem and porphyrins that hold iron so that oxygen can be transported round the body instead of just dissolving a few simple compounds that can do the same thing, perhaps with some easy equilibrium process? Why proteins and enzymes, gigantic molecules taht are necessary for nearly every metabolic reaction that keeps you going? Why DNA, monstrously long things. 2.2 m are condensed into something only seen under a light microscope. Indeed, perhaps it's because we were constructed to die? Because all these complicated things are meant to be disintegrated conveniently so that a small tweak in the structure of any of these biomolecules might result in a disastrous effect. Like how just ONE stupid nucleotide on a particular locus might change ONE amino acid on the resultant protein that will eventually give you sickle cell anaemia, that is life threatening. Life is finally defined that way. We live to finally one day die.

And with that, we'd better start realising that as our biological clocks continue ticking, and our organic frames begin to reach a peak and then finally degrade, we have a life to live before it's over. I think that we should all be allowed to be treated as unique entities, as unique as the code of our DNA (sorry identical twins). Ultimately, conformity in society is just a way of breeching what rights nature has given to us.

Sheesh. I really thought I had nothing to say! Oh well. I should try doing something interesting: I'll just write continuously and sell the final product as a book. It'll probably get the title "Craig's string of absolutely random, independent yet thought-provoking thoughts." It will probably lie on the shelves of Popular, waiting to be sold one day.

The Singapore dream

So people aspire to do well academically so that they can fulfill their dreams one day and do well. But seriously, what kind of a dream can we have?

Do we all have in mind what paths we seriously want to take? Some are really intent on doing something worthwhile when they grow up, but I wonder if they're truly convicted to do it.

Actually I find the schools who are taking up new novel O level subjects like Drama and Music quite interesting. Anderson is allowing students to learn drama as an 'O' level subject. I'm a bit cynical to this. I think it's in response to Anderson Theatre Circle's growth that is truly commendable. But looking at the normal profile of an Andersonian, I doubt anyone would actually bother to offer the subject.

Ah this is getting far too random and scattered. I can't think anymore cuz I'm listening to Jap Graf VII.

As for those who complain about the Promos and Prelims, I think it's a bad time. I hate them to the core too and I feel the same way. But if we truly want to do well, we're just wasting time by being cranky. I suggest we all get to our desks and get cracking. That's the right thing to do now.

Bio Lecture today

Today there was an interesting Bio lecture.

The new lecturer's name is Zach but I dunno his surname. Since he seems quite young, I'll just call him Zach and address him by his surname when I find it out. lol.

Anyway, we're doing Ecology now. Quite a lax topic, not as mentally taxing as the rest. Anyway, today he was in the 'arrowing' mood. That's when a teacher likes calling people to answer questions during lectures. I think the only two lectures where they do that is Econs and Bio, I'm unsure about physics. Anyway, I just had this tingling sensation in me. Then he says "What factors affect the amount of energy absorbed by a plant?" something liddat, then he said he'd call out a person. There was a split second of silence, a dangerous sign to me. Then he calls out someone but I heard 'band' in it. That caught my attention. I was wondering "Hmmmm. Someone from band. I wonder whom he called." Then only did it fully register in my mind that he called the 'band leader', and he was looking at me. Wah biang eh! The whole hall was looking at me! I was shocked momentarily, and he asked me "You're the band leader right?". I replied in a dumbfound manner "No..". I wanted to tell him I wasn't the band major per se but how? I started looking around for Kirby to tell him he was the man he was looking for. Then Zach asked me "You're the guy who conducts the band right?" toot. I couldn't say no to that. He knew me too well. Anyway his question was quite easy la. Just say light intensity lor. Anyway that's the second time I've been asked to answer a question during Bio lect, but not with the title of 'band leader'. I wonder how Alex was feeling down there. It could have been him.

But one thing I liked about Zach's lecture was how he said that every organism has its ecological niche and how he related it to life. That we should all not follow the mainstream and do something that we are interested in doing. Very inspiring, bt I knowit's impossible.

Then during PE, after expressing my great reluctance to attend thenext PE lesson (we're doing dancing mind you), the teacher said that if she didn't see me there next week, she'll go up to me when I'm conducting the band.

I'm getting too much publicity and I don't like it. haha. All the teachers are begining to know me. crapanaden.

need to sleep.

Resistance

Have you ever wondered why you're doing what you're doing? Are you doing it for someone else? Have you wondered why you must take part in this sort of life?

I find I'm quite the resistor. I want to resist what the world seems to have in store for me. I don't think I can do it successfully, because at some point I must give in since I'm just a puny immortal in humanity. But I've realised that I never just do what people ask me to do without putting up a slight fight. If I don't want to do something, I try to make it clear. Like I'd tell my parents I didn't want to wear this shirt because of whatever reason...usually they're horribly trivial, like it's itchy or the cotton tickles. In the end, I usually never won because my parents will never let me. haha.

But now I see that I'm begining to fight against what life has in store for me. To become successful by doing well in my studies and getting a good job; a good life. Why must I do what 'they' want me to do when I don't want to do it their way? The thing is, I see everything as a ploy by the world to entice us to our doom. Like, they say that studying is good because it develops character and helps you to push your limits. You should engage in the competitive environment to excel. Ok, so for these two examples, I see it as a way to blindly make people think they're doing it the right way by following them. But I see studying as a complete waste of time because in the end, it only makes one smarter fullstop. It doesn't build up your character! It only makes you toil endlessly, and it empowers you with the necessary equipment you need to participate in the rat race in the future! Wow! It goes one step further when 'they' tell us that it helps us push our limits academically, but what's the use? Cavemen lived much more meaningful lives and they only knew what was stick, fire, stone, thunder and wheel. Why go through all this when there's no convincing reason? Participate in a competitive environment? So that in the end you have an obsession to outwit, outlive and outrun your neighbour (sorry, I've nv watched Survivor :-(. ), therefore inadvertently making him your enemy? It's baffling to think that there's some kind of "Modern/Urban Darwinism" in which humans need to compete with each other to survive (and wth, we're still rapidly reproducing...). In Singapore's competitive environment, we'd rather go for private or class tuition, in which most of the time the teacher is communicating privately with us, instead of having a group discussion with friends who are weaker (study groups). Why, because it's all about us. We can't let our friends become as smart as us, I need to beat them all! What character does it develop in the end? As it is, I think I've mentioned before about the scholars from some ministry in Singapore who are supposedly bright but have a low EQ. I can imagine many of these people swimming around our schools like fish in a tank.

And so in the end we fall prey to society's lies, just so we can succeed our older generation and occupy the forces of torment and torture.

I can't believe I never had these kind of thoughts in secondary school, and I'd never cared so much as to why I studied. For me, it was the joy of learning new things, and perhaps one day live out my dream of becoming an architect/animator/teacher/musician/fillintheblanks________. Not until I started getting more exposed to how people just complete their education to fulfill their parent's wished without their own conviction, or just for the monet and prestige by becoming say a doctor or a lawyer. And now in my most critical point in life, I'm begining to question all these things, when I should be answering them instead. Yikes. Learning is still fun. But all these questions still haunt me and the failure to justify a reason just negates all the postivity of learning currently.

By the way, what is society? Do we make up society, or does society make us up? Meaning, is the mere collection of human beings called society, or is it some kind of force that binds us? It's kinda the did the chicken or the egg come first question.

We need a bit more autonomy and freedom as individuals. We can't live for society's sake or for someone else.

I got Bio SPA tmrw....still haven't done PW, Malay and history stuff. Because I've been sulking all this time. Though I had some good family time at IMM and watched Robots too. Time well spent.

I usually become psychotic like this after band ends for exams. It just hit me a lot sooner this time round.

wah biang so irritating

#$%#$%^%##$%$^$%^#%$ so irritating

EVerything I hear something like that, I am filled with a horrible sense of anger. The art of playing music is darn irritating. In order to express it as an art, you need to have extremely good technical skills in order to execute the notes in the most meaningful way. Otherwise you just can't do music. @#$$%#$!#$.

The today during the freaking solo in first suite I had no idea what I was playing. Firstly I had a sucky tone that was wispy and weak. Then, I couldn't vibrato the high notes without feeling it might accidentally pitch bend too greatly. I can't even vibrato high notes la. Not even middle ranges. Low, maybe. Normally my low notes are stronger. What irritates me more is the fact that when I play, I can only feel me using only 5% of my instrument. When I listen to these professional recordings, you can hear the whole instrument being played. It's like the sound boxed up in the flute before being propogated outwards. That's what always came to my mind when I listened to Marcus play that time in Secondary school. I can only feel my mouthpiece and maybe two cms down my flute responding to my breath. @!##$@#$@#!#!!!!!!

And then I get irritated because it's all my fault. Because although I want to achieve this sort of standard, I don't even bother to practice to get there. I'm not making any progress. I think it's because I don't have enough inspiration, or someone to listen to. I always seem to sound better after listening to a live flute concert, like after the flute item held by Marcus in February. My blooming period was when Marcus was senior and I was sitting next to him. Dancing dingbats why did he leave me so soon? And I don't even have any motivation to practice because school is so taxing. Got to study 4 subjects, do PW, do two AO level subjects, then go home, do homework, other stuff. How much time can you devote to self-improvement? As it is, my policy is if you don't have the means to give your 100%, don't even do it. But I really want to do my best in playing the flute!!! That's why it's so frustrating!!

As a sidenote, I don't believe in being an all-rounder. Nonsense! If you wanna become an all-rounder, then you'll become a jack of all trades and a master of none. What an absurdity it is! Why does Singapore, even it's education system, give so much honour to those who have an all-rounded life? In the end, they can do many things, but they can't do them to the best, because they can only develop each aspect of their life partially. Instead, why can't we just be the best in something, and make it part of our life in the end? What's the point of making a student take an arts subject together with a science? Then all those students who are best suited to triple science can't do something they're good at? The whole aim in scoiety is to show you are good in everything!!! WTH who wants to be ''''good'''' only? Talk about competition; it seems so contradicting. And I believe in having your place in society. Why can't we just have our own place, and do our own thing? Why must we be multi-talented, multi-faceted, all-rounded so that we can take someone else's place? This is ridiculous!!

GRRRRRRRRRR!!! I'm angry with myself and life. Why can't I just accept the fact that we all need to have this whole concept of balance and all that. Why spread our concentration out on many things instead of just one thing? Plus, by doing the former, most of the time, people are forced to take up things that they don't like. Things they aren't convicted to do, but must do just to fit into life. According to the book I read, it's an asian culture to consciously do things in order to gain acceptance by society. And individuality is not appreciated in Singapore. I wish instead of focusing so much on becoming all-rounders, the education system encourages us to take up our real passions, and make the education system more suited in that way. Like perhaps lowering the requirements for entering the MEP or AEP or LEP or other elective programmes, or actually teaching something USEFUL in primary school. Heck, what in the world was i doing during art? Painting trees that had rectangular brances and were all circular in colour. Music was nothing but playing the recorder and singing stupid songs my baby sister can sing.

See I completely went off in a different tangent. Wanted to vent my fury at my lousy playing then I end up shooting the system. Haiya!!!

Enigma of Beauty

Your countenance, though it be so sweet,
Sends shivers down my spine.
As gentle as a summer breeze,
Yet intoxicating like wine.

If I tried to search for the word for you,
Beautiful would fail by far,
Just as nature declares her beauty,
She is still an enigma.

Excitement rushes through my soul,
Like a symphony of beams.
Stars and comets flash above,
Awe enshrouds my dreams.

But if beauty is all as compelling,
Then why in the world can it be,
That when I seem to approach it,
A force pushes back at me.

To the East, I see the Golden sun,
To the West, the sullen moon.
In between I think I see diminishing trees,
I’m losing sight too soon.

The woods that disappear gradually,
Invite me to be there,
But irony is that though I feel peace,
Fear streams to my hair.

Her skyward stalks look stately and grand,
Her arms carry birds that sing,
But as she dematerializes,
I feel I’ve lost everything.

You told me to leave, so here I go,
I only obey you.
As her allegation rang through my head,
I could only say it was true.

Be quiet now, your knees tremble,
They do so without reason,
My beauty you can always see,
Though to me, you committed treason.

Grateful at her clemency,
Yet shattered by my guilt,
I saw no more of her sodden leaves,
At my feet lay dirty silt.

It was my fault, it wasn’t hers,
Her response to my cold deeds.
And that is why beauty and fear,
Belong like a string of beads.

I tried to search for a word for you,
But in my idiocy,
The simplicity of it all became,
The Enigma of Beauty.

Author IS known

Return!

There's a stirring ALL around me. Good things are coming to pass. I can sense it in my bones that it's getting better.

I'd better break off from my wayward lifestyle and return to the faith that I have so conveniently allowed myself to drift away from, guiltlessly. My heavy school life cannot be used to justify this apathy.

I have to at some point in time shred my pride to bits and be who I am: dirty, tainted, stained. I need to admit that I can't do it by myself and deny that I am able to in anyway. I can't, fullstop.

Most importantly, I need to feel the REALITY. I can't continue to treat it like something I've been doing since I was young. I need to be reminded what utter grit I am. How I am like bones in a desert. Nothing. How I need Someone who is WILLING and in fact LONGING to take me through life!

I forget that I am a created being. I am not here by chance. I am not here to take part in a mode of life that was created by human beings to occupy ourselves during our stay on Earth. I don't want to be part of a life in which we struggle to survive. We weren't created as animals to survive. WE WERE CREATED IN HIS IMAGE! We are to have dominion! I want to reclaim that dominion that has been stolen from me!

I forget that a created being has a creator. And that the creator must get the utmost respect. The creator is what we live for. I like creating things. Thank God he's given me a flair for creating things so that I further understand this reality. I will give myself up to the Creator. I will live my life so that it is in communion with the Creator.

I need a strong conviction in my life. I have so much but I need to use it in the right way. No more of this pretention I see all around me everyday. I don't want to be feeble. I want to be bold. I want to have something to live for till death.

I refuse to have a half-hearted, wavering life like this...I'd rather not have one at all.

September Holidays. Day 1

And so my sept holidays have officially begun. What kind of holidays they'll be, I don't know. I guess somewhat like the June holidays...in which I only got barely a week to enjoy myself completely. Well, no matter, I've been slacking with a vengeance these last few days, but I know that it's not gonna remain that way for the rest of the week.

Had band today. Nothing significant happened since Mr Ho came late and fogging was underway so we couldn't do sectionals. We just simply played Morning, Noon and Night Overture. It didn't feel the same. There was a main ingredient lacking in the song...but I enjoyed it nevertheless because this kinda music is exciting. My flute was sounding exceptionally good today because I think I've realised a new embouchure I could use to improve airflow to make it more concentrated.

Went back home and it was crazy. My sister went beserk again and my parents went bonkers. My maid wasn't there...so as usual my parents can't rely on her, so we tried to chip in. I really needed a power nap of at least half an hour but I couldn't get it thanks to them...so I had to contend with a headache. Basically I lazed off the next 2 hours before I went for cell. *cell is a secret!*

Came back and met my parents at Chiltern Park where we usd to live last time. Then since it had been a long time since I'd been in the car with them, I very innocently asked for a car ride and got one. My parents were happy to give me one. We're a family of adventure somehow...runs in our Indian blood. So I got to see parts of Serangoon Gardens taht I'd never seen before. Better get acquainted to that area once again.

Here I am slacking like mad again. I don't wanna get back to work too soon. Promos are DANGEROUSLY nearing. And I don't want medicore results, but at the rate I'm going, I'd better not hope for anything wonderful. Sigh!!!! HOW AM I GONNA GET AN A FOR BIO??? nvm that.

I feel like talking about something that's wanting to get outta my system now due to certain things I've read but I lack inspiration and conviction to do so. Sorry. I shall sign out now and hope it comes tomorrow.

WHAT A BORING ENTRY! (I doubt the rest are any better anyway)

The Red Special

I realise that at this age, many people need to find some sort of hero or idol or else they're either too egoistic or they're not normal. Well, I think I've found mine.

Above is a picture of Brian May, the lead guitarist of the famed rock band Queen. His hairstyle is a trademark. I don't mind trying to get that kinda hair one day. But what's more striking about him is his style of playing. When you listen to a Queen song, you either look out for the lead singer (Freddie Mercury) or the lead guitarist (Brian May). His playing is unique in the sense that he likes to make orchestral type arrangements when cutting songs, as I understand from a website. Well, don't get the wrong idea of orchestral...I think it means that he finds creative ways of creating melodies and counter-melodies, harmonies and rifts that fit perfectly together and make a four member band sound like an eight member band, a REALLY GOOD 8 member band. I like his versatility and the different styles that he can assume while playing...from classical to rock to heavy metal to jazz to some really funny looney kind of playing.

His biography is quite stunning too. For one thing, he's no exception in the Queen family when it comes to education. In fact, he nearly moved all the way up to getting a doctorate in Astronomy. From what I understand, he dropped out halfway when Queen was really doing well. He hadn't handed in his theses but his professors claimed that if he had, he would have gotten the PhD. But I think he got it in the end because one article I read referred to him as Dr. May.

His electric guitar is his most powerful tool. He and his dad worked on his Red Special, a home made guitar made from things from the fireplace and bicycle parts. I dunno how he did it or what he did. But it's home made and it really sounds good.

His attitude is also commendable. For one thing, he didn't have a very promiscuous reputation, he hardly drank and didn't do drugs unlike couple of his counterparts. He wasn't gay for another thing. I believe he set up and AIDS fund after Freddie's death. He is still very involved in charity and all that. For this I prefer to settle for Brian May as a hero instead of Freddie Mercury, who definitely is the more influential and dynamic band member.

Watching some his videos, he seems to have a very kindly attitude while playing the guitar. Not too arrogant or loud while playing. And I think he's really handsome with the crooked nose and the protruding lower jaw.

One day, I may just grow my hair, band my nose against the wall, stick out my chin, get myself a red guitar and play.