Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Jackass. GORY IMAGES AT HAND
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Haha, i'm like blogging from the hospital now. A lot of ppl should already know this but anyway i got impaled by a metal rod while playing at ecp on friday. I guess some photos are underway. I totally own the class guys who stapled their own ass. Haha. Take this guys.
Friday, August 29, 2008
The Shattering of Dreams
And of all times I had to go fuck up my music practical prelims. The end result was a walloping from a Simon Cowell like guy. His comments were much and long and the usual stuff about intonation and rhythm and pitch except in a more scathing. To sum up all his words, he basically said what I was playing didn't sounded like the violin, every single rhythm and tone basics was wrong and that if this was an audition to get into his school (he's the head of NAFA), he wouldn't even think about excepting me as a first year student.
Well, the most parts of his comments I could take it. The biggest blows to me were when he said "You don't practise your violin" and "If this was an audition for NAFA, I wouldn't even have accepted you"
Well, well, the harsh realities of life. I probably practised more than any of my classmates but the first comment I get was that I didn't practise enough. Well... nothing much I can say there.
The thing was I got back the actual score yesterday and no surprise I finally, somehow managed to fail music practical. A component which Mrs Soh said was impossible to fail. There, I've done it. FAILED THE BLOODY THING. Before all the other papers have even started, I've failed it. Anyway, the severity of this failure means I've to get full marks to scrap A for music which is near impossible. So that pretty much means the great Berklee dream has been shattered. Something that has been on my mind since 2 years ago is just... well.... gone..... I guess I'm still pretty calm about it. The seriousness of this matter hasn't really sunk in but when it does, tears will fall but well.... I guess I should have expected it sooner rather than later. Considering a career change now. I really don't know what I want to do. After 2 years with all my heart and soul set for music, this comes at a pretty bad time.
But.. haix... what can I do? Life goes on... I'll just take each day as it comes as my mei always tells me to do..
Well, the most parts of his comments I could take it. The biggest blows to me were when he said "You don't practise your violin" and "If this was an audition for NAFA, I wouldn't even have accepted you"
Well, well, the harsh realities of life. I probably practised more than any of my classmates but the first comment I get was that I didn't practise enough. Well... nothing much I can say there.
The thing was I got back the actual score yesterday and no surprise I finally, somehow managed to fail music practical. A component which Mrs Soh said was impossible to fail. There, I've done it. FAILED THE BLOODY THING. Before all the other papers have even started, I've failed it. Anyway, the severity of this failure means I've to get full marks to scrap A for music which is near impossible. So that pretty much means the great Berklee dream has been shattered. Something that has been on my mind since 2 years ago is just... well.... gone..... I guess I'm still pretty calm about it. The seriousness of this matter hasn't really sunk in but when it does, tears will fall but well.... I guess I should have expected it sooner rather than later. Considering a career change now. I really don't know what I want to do. After 2 years with all my heart and soul set for music, this comes at a pretty bad time.
But.. haix... what can I do? Life goes on... I'll just take each day as it comes as my mei always tells me to do..
Monday, August 25, 2008
That's the final whistle Part III
So here I am in this foreign country and the year is 2005.
Room 3.2 had the best people as far as I could remember. The forever helpful and kind hearted Ming Fatt, quirky but fun Phan Shei and Hong Hu who is as ahu as always. And so first day at Catholic High, I was posted into 3-1. Realised Singaporeans have this weird habit of reciting the pledge every morning and they have to put their fists to their heart. Kinda superficial. In Catholic High, its the school pledge every morning too. Something about being gentlemanly etc etc. I realised school facilities in Cat High is absolutely awesome. High School could never compare to this. It would never have enough money to buy a saxophone or tuba or Da Gu or electone for its students. I'm amazing by all the infrastructure with the full field, 400m 6 lane track, basketball courts, school hall, band room, chinese orchestra room, dance room etc etc.
I was happy I was in 3-1 together with Hong Hu until I chose Music as my humanities and had to change to 3-5. I was initially very reluctant but it was a decision I never regretted. I remember suddenly opening the door to the music room on the first day of school and 21 pairs of eyes including the teacher's staring at me. The teaching immediately asked me, What are you doing here? I was like, erm... I want to take music. At that point of time, the music auditions had already passed and the 20 students were already selected, but Mrs Chaillan never gave up on me and took me in without any questions. So thus began my true introduction into the world of music as I found my first love.
I found the locals rather unreceptive to me. Refusing to talk to me when I called them and being unresponsive to me. But no matter caused I made friends with the Malaysian scholars in my class, Chia Weei, Chong Siang, Ming Yao and Moppeng. Later in the year, I started to know more Malaysian scholars in Cat High such as Jun Lam, Ming Jie, Ji Teng, Ze Yi, Johnson, Cheng Hung, Hong Liang as we soon formed the Brotherhood of Jar Jar Binks. A totally random name. Sec 3 passed quickly. I fondly recall the first English essay I wrote, I practically used up all my power and the essay came back with a fail. Totally shocking me. I remember the first Chemistry lesson, where the teacher started discussing the periodic table and all the bonds which I didn't understand a single word. I never even heard of a Periodic Table. During Maths lesson, I was totally confounded by the complexity of the algebra. During Physics, the formulas overwhelmed me. During music, I was like what's a concerto? Whats a symphony? What's a fugue? What the hell are you talking about? Who's Show Pan (which I later realised was Chopin) Who's Bach? (I always thought it was Batch). Basically, the first week of lessons left me extremely demoralised and totally at lost for words and overwhelmed by everything. I really was struggling. I was some smart scholar from Malaysian Independent Chinese School, I was some Malay school dude. But anyway, things naturally straightened out and soon I was on par with most of the locals anyway. As such, when I think back, I realised how far I've come and how much I've improved and this is where I get the inspiration from when I find myself in a similar situation in JC.
I was also exposed to this whole lot of violin music in Sec 3. Ming Yao showing all these insane violinist and he played all these insane pieces which left me totally demoralised and realizing how lousy and small fry I was and that all those years of violin lessons and left me now where. So it really was a whole new learning experience starting from Sec 3 and yes, I guess my violin playing has come a long way too.
I first walked into Esplanade Concert Hall in Sec 3 because Mrs Chaillan highly encouraged us to go for concerts. I remember it was Vladimir Feltsman playing Beethovan's Emperor's Concerto with Okko Kamu conducting. The first scene of walking into Esplanade made my hair stand. The bright stage and the rows and rows of seats. I achieved my dreams of performing there later in the year in the Catholic High Esplanade Concert.
I also joined the CO in Catholic High, being in the percussion section. And that was a whole new learning curve for me too. A different genre of music and a whole new instrument to start from scratch.
I also started doing crazy things such as this one weekend where Hong Hu and Phan Shei and I decided to go to Escape Theme Park to explore and play. I begun doing a lot of urban walking. Walking all over Singapore and exploring different places.
Everything passed in a blur and I found myself in Sec 4 soon. We of course moved to Dunman Hostel and the hostel's mistake of placing all sec 4 Malaysian scholars on the same level was our gain. It was the craziest year every as all our mischief combined equaled total chaos. We went out to eat every now and day. Played basketball or soccer everyday. Even the day before prelims and O Levels when all the Singaporeans were mugging, we were playing soccer and we didn't do that badly either. I remember the durian sawing sessions and most importantly the mass cooking session. I always contributed the bowl because I had the biggest bowl and we would like cook 3 packets of noodles which would be whalloped in minutes. We had luncheon meat and fishball and fishcakes and peanuts and meat and otah and all sort of other rubbish all in the middle of the night with school the next day.
We also had insane buffet sessions. I swear any shop we targeted for buffet made a loss on that day. It was like hungry prisoners being realised into food haven. We went and whalloped the whole shop upside down.
Sec 4 was also when I had some personal moments and proved the saying that having it means you will get distracted and not do well for exams WRONG. It is on the contrary actually.
I wanted to post more about JC1 and JC2 but realised that JC life hasn't ended yet and I might end up creating some uncomfortable moments by revealing all my feelings so I will just put that thought on hold until November 26.
Meanwhile, this two videos are dedicated to all my friends. Thank you very very much for everything and if I ever get into SDD, I'm definitely going to perform one of these songs.
Cheers to life and enjoy the following songs. That's What Friends Are For and Thank God I Found You.
Room 3.2 had the best people as far as I could remember. The forever helpful and kind hearted Ming Fatt, quirky but fun Phan Shei and Hong Hu who is as ahu as always. And so first day at Catholic High, I was posted into 3-1. Realised Singaporeans have this weird habit of reciting the pledge every morning and they have to put their fists to their heart. Kinda superficial. In Catholic High, its the school pledge every morning too. Something about being gentlemanly etc etc. I realised school facilities in Cat High is absolutely awesome. High School could never compare to this. It would never have enough money to buy a saxophone or tuba or Da Gu or electone for its students. I'm amazing by all the infrastructure with the full field, 400m 6 lane track, basketball courts, school hall, band room, chinese orchestra room, dance room etc etc.
I was happy I was in 3-1 together with Hong Hu until I chose Music as my humanities and had to change to 3-5. I was initially very reluctant but it was a decision I never regretted. I remember suddenly opening the door to the music room on the first day of school and 21 pairs of eyes including the teacher's staring at me. The teaching immediately asked me, What are you doing here? I was like, erm... I want to take music. At that point of time, the music auditions had already passed and the 20 students were already selected, but Mrs Chaillan never gave up on me and took me in without any questions. So thus began my true introduction into the world of music as I found my first love.
I found the locals rather unreceptive to me. Refusing to talk to me when I called them and being unresponsive to me. But no matter caused I made friends with the Malaysian scholars in my class, Chia Weei, Chong Siang, Ming Yao and Moppeng. Later in the year, I started to know more Malaysian scholars in Cat High such as Jun Lam, Ming Jie, Ji Teng, Ze Yi, Johnson, Cheng Hung, Hong Liang as we soon formed the Brotherhood of Jar Jar Binks. A totally random name. Sec 3 passed quickly. I fondly recall the first English essay I wrote, I practically used up all my power and the essay came back with a fail. Totally shocking me. I remember the first Chemistry lesson, where the teacher started discussing the periodic table and all the bonds which I didn't understand a single word. I never even heard of a Periodic Table. During Maths lesson, I was totally confounded by the complexity of the algebra. During Physics, the formulas overwhelmed me. During music, I was like what's a concerto? Whats a symphony? What's a fugue? What the hell are you talking about? Who's Show Pan (which I later realised was Chopin) Who's Bach? (I always thought it was Batch). Basically, the first week of lessons left me extremely demoralised and totally at lost for words and overwhelmed by everything. I really was struggling. I was some smart scholar from Malaysian Independent Chinese School, I was some Malay school dude. But anyway, things naturally straightened out and soon I was on par with most of the locals anyway. As such, when I think back, I realised how far I've come and how much I've improved and this is where I get the inspiration from when I find myself in a similar situation in JC.
I was also exposed to this whole lot of violin music in Sec 3. Ming Yao showing all these insane violinist and he played all these insane pieces which left me totally demoralised and realizing how lousy and small fry I was and that all those years of violin lessons and left me now where. So it really was a whole new learning experience starting from Sec 3 and yes, I guess my violin playing has come a long way too.
I first walked into Esplanade Concert Hall in Sec 3 because Mrs Chaillan highly encouraged us to go for concerts. I remember it was Vladimir Feltsman playing Beethovan's Emperor's Concerto with Okko Kamu conducting. The first scene of walking into Esplanade made my hair stand. The bright stage and the rows and rows of seats. I achieved my dreams of performing there later in the year in the Catholic High Esplanade Concert.
I also joined the CO in Catholic High, being in the percussion section. And that was a whole new learning curve for me too. A different genre of music and a whole new instrument to start from scratch.
I also started doing crazy things such as this one weekend where Hong Hu and Phan Shei and I decided to go to Escape Theme Park to explore and play. I begun doing a lot of urban walking. Walking all over Singapore and exploring different places.
Everything passed in a blur and I found myself in Sec 4 soon. We of course moved to Dunman Hostel and the hostel's mistake of placing all sec 4 Malaysian scholars on the same level was our gain. It was the craziest year every as all our mischief combined equaled total chaos. We went out to eat every now and day. Played basketball or soccer everyday. Even the day before prelims and O Levels when all the Singaporeans were mugging, we were playing soccer and we didn't do that badly either. I remember the durian sawing sessions and most importantly the mass cooking session. I always contributed the bowl because I had the biggest bowl and we would like cook 3 packets of noodles which would be whalloped in minutes. We had luncheon meat and fishball and fishcakes and peanuts and meat and otah and all sort of other rubbish all in the middle of the night with school the next day.
We also had insane buffet sessions. I swear any shop we targeted for buffet made a loss on that day. It was like hungry prisoners being realised into food haven. We went and whalloped the whole shop upside down.
Sec 4 was also when I had some personal moments and proved the saying that having it means you will get distracted and not do well for exams WRONG. It is on the contrary actually.
I wanted to post more about JC1 and JC2 but realised that JC life hasn't ended yet and I might end up creating some uncomfortable moments by revealing all my feelings so I will just put that thought on hold until November 26.
Meanwhile, this two videos are dedicated to all my friends. Thank you very very much for everything and if I ever get into SDD, I'm definitely going to perform one of these songs.
Cheers to life and enjoy the following songs. That's What Friends Are For and Thank God I Found You.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
That's the final whistle Part II
Well, to continue from yesterday..... warning about some explicit content though....
So here I am, in Form 1 now. Form 1 is the same as Secondary 1 in Singapore. Successfully got into High School Muar. Totally new school, totally new environment though many of my primary school classmates went to the same school too. Anyway, High School was a Malay school so everything from the teachers' conversations with us to teaching medium was in Malay.
Anyway, during the end of year holidays after primary 6, I kinda played too much computers. Sat in front of the computer every single day from morning till night. So, I noticed things started becoming blur and my eyes were watering all the time so that was when I had to wear spectacles. My aunt also recommended me to this new hair saloon and thus gone was my coconut hair and a new spiky hair emerged.
And so with a partial makeover and with Dad's advice from Primary 2, I entered High School Muar. First time seeing so many Malay people. There were students from the other primary schools. High School Muar was Dad's school so I guess he had a certain sense of pride too. I remember the discipline master Cikgu Zainal. He would walk around with his super huge cane everyday. And YES, unlike Singapore, students get whacked by the cane for all the smallest matter from talking in class, talking during assembly, to bringing handphones to school and even for bringing liquid paper to school. It it was public caning btw. In front of the class or during assembly, on the hands or on the ass.
Being in a Malay school also led to things disappearing extremely easily. My pencil case got stolen twice just because during recess I left it on my table and did not put it in my bag. All my pens and pencils GONE!! But I had many Malay friends. I remember this Mohammad Amin who sat beside me who stole my Kemahiran Hidup electronic project and I investigated and I found out!! What an idiot and bastard for stealing my project.
Anyway, I remember Form 1 vividly as the year I finally found out what sex was. It was a funny story really. During Sejarah (History) lesson, we were learning about Islamic traditions and one of them was the Majilis Berkhatam (Circumcision). And so I begun asking my friends why do you need to chop of the skin from your dick. I remember asking Mohammad Amin and Wan Ahmad about it. Then they said so you more POWER LA. Then I was like huh? Why you need your dick to be power? Then they said you need to reproduce next time what. I was like huh? What has dick got to do with reproducing. (Yeah, that was how naive I was) So Wan Ahmad when, HAIX, apabila awak buat, awak ambil itu lelaki punya jibai, cucuk dalam itu perempuan punya jibai. And I was like totally shocked? Really? That was how people reproduce? That was what's called sex? Anyway, so that was like the initiation rite for me.
I was a total nerd and geek in secondary school. Kinda like reading books all the time and sometimes hacking people's computer by embedding keyloggers in people's computer. Form 1 was 1 Intelek, Form 2 was 2 Pintar. Lower secondary was in the afternoon session which meant I could wake up late. Form3 was in 3 Pintar. Took my ASEAN Scholarships test in form 3. I remember how badly I screwed up the paper. I also remember during the test how this girl tried this pick up line on me but being the Girlss EE Yucks person I was, I didn't exactly respond how she wanted it. It was during lunch break that she came up to me while I was reading Lord of The Rings, then she said, excuse me, are you Jason. I turned around, saw this total stranger, quite pretty actually, but I didn't even smile and said, ERM... NO! then turn back and read my LOTR.
Took my PMR national exams in Form 3 too. Results were not that impressive until the week or two before the exams when I realised hey the paper is damn easy. Everything is MCQ. Even Maths, History, Geography was in MCQ. So I took the past year paper and just do them. Then suddenly became very enpowered. During the exams, most of the questions repeated then at the end of it all I was feeling rather confident about it all.
Anyway talking about girls, Form 3 was also when I started knowing some girls of my age from Science tuition. I knew Ting Xin and a few of her close friends. Of course la, at that immature age, I guess everybody did some stupid things with regards to the opposite sex. Anyway, I got my first handphone in the end of Form 2 when we went holidaying in Bangkok. But it was more like a housephone because I couldn't bring it to school anyway.
A short while after PMR, the letter from Singapore MOE came saying that I've made it through the interviews and I should get ready to come to Singapore and I was elated!! Partly because I was pretty tired of Malaysian education and wanted to try out some new stuff in a totally new country. I remember dreaming about this very explicit scene about myself when I had came to Singapore which till this day has not happen! Haha.
So, with school leaving settled, I came to Singapore. Posted to Raffles Institution Boarding and it was there that I learnt that I was posted to Cat High instead of RI. Something which I was kinda sad of but later realised it was the best choice being at Cat High instead of RI.
I remember the first night when I wanted to message so somebody back in Malaysia but realised the international rates were so freaking expensive. Then I started missing home a bit then became a lot. But thankfully there were great friends from room 3.2 such as Ming Fatt and Hong Hu and everything was soon forgotten.
Two days after moving in, my friends in Malaysia smsed and said PMR results are out!! How did you do? I was like WTF, my Dad didn't call me. So I had to call home, ask him to help me go take my results. And a few hours later the dreaded call came.. 7As. YES, straight As!!! WOW, sigh of relief.
And so that was another 3 years of my education. We are now standing at December 2004. I remember clearly the day I came to Singapore, December 26, the tsunami struck.
Anyway, I shall leave my life story just here. Be back for more tomorrow where I will talk about the final 4 years leading up to JC2.
Cheers to life
So here I am, in Form 1 now. Form 1 is the same as Secondary 1 in Singapore. Successfully got into High School Muar. Totally new school, totally new environment though many of my primary school classmates went to the same school too. Anyway, High School was a Malay school so everything from the teachers' conversations with us to teaching medium was in Malay.
Anyway, during the end of year holidays after primary 6, I kinda played too much computers. Sat in front of the computer every single day from morning till night. So, I noticed things started becoming blur and my eyes were watering all the time so that was when I had to wear spectacles. My aunt also recommended me to this new hair saloon and thus gone was my coconut hair and a new spiky hair emerged.
And so with a partial makeover and with Dad's advice from Primary 2, I entered High School Muar. First time seeing so many Malay people. There were students from the other primary schools. High School Muar was Dad's school so I guess he had a certain sense of pride too. I remember the discipline master Cikgu Zainal. He would walk around with his super huge cane everyday. And YES, unlike Singapore, students get whacked by the cane for all the smallest matter from talking in class, talking during assembly, to bringing handphones to school and even for bringing liquid paper to school. It it was public caning btw. In front of the class or during assembly, on the hands or on the ass.
Being in a Malay school also led to things disappearing extremely easily. My pencil case got stolen twice just because during recess I left it on my table and did not put it in my bag. All my pens and pencils GONE!! But I had many Malay friends. I remember this Mohammad Amin who sat beside me who stole my Kemahiran Hidup electronic project and I investigated and I found out!! What an idiot and bastard for stealing my project.
Anyway, I remember Form 1 vividly as the year I finally found out what sex was. It was a funny story really. During Sejarah (History) lesson, we were learning about Islamic traditions and one of them was the Majilis Berkhatam (Circumcision). And so I begun asking my friends why do you need to chop of the skin from your dick. I remember asking Mohammad Amin and Wan Ahmad about it. Then they said so you more POWER LA. Then I was like huh? Why you need your dick to be power? Then they said you need to reproduce next time what. I was like huh? What has dick got to do with reproducing. (Yeah, that was how naive I was) So Wan Ahmad when, HAIX, apabila awak buat, awak ambil itu lelaki punya jibai, cucuk dalam itu perempuan punya jibai. And I was like totally shocked? Really? That was how people reproduce? That was what's called sex? Anyway, so that was like the initiation rite for me.
I was a total nerd and geek in secondary school. Kinda like reading books all the time and sometimes hacking people's computer by embedding keyloggers in people's computer. Form 1 was 1 Intelek, Form 2 was 2 Pintar. Lower secondary was in the afternoon session which meant I could wake up late. Form3 was in 3 Pintar. Took my ASEAN Scholarships test in form 3. I remember how badly I screwed up the paper. I also remember during the test how this girl tried this pick up line on me but being the Girlss EE Yucks person I was, I didn't exactly respond how she wanted it. It was during lunch break that she came up to me while I was reading Lord of The Rings, then she said, excuse me, are you Jason. I turned around, saw this total stranger, quite pretty actually, but I didn't even smile and said, ERM... NO! then turn back and read my LOTR.
Took my PMR national exams in Form 3 too. Results were not that impressive until the week or two before the exams when I realised hey the paper is damn easy. Everything is MCQ. Even Maths, History, Geography was in MCQ. So I took the past year paper and just do them. Then suddenly became very enpowered. During the exams, most of the questions repeated then at the end of it all I was feeling rather confident about it all.
Anyway talking about girls, Form 3 was also when I started knowing some girls of my age from Science tuition. I knew Ting Xin and a few of her close friends. Of course la, at that immature age, I guess everybody did some stupid things with regards to the opposite sex. Anyway, I got my first handphone in the end of Form 2 when we went holidaying in Bangkok. But it was more like a housephone because I couldn't bring it to school anyway.
A short while after PMR, the letter from Singapore MOE came saying that I've made it through the interviews and I should get ready to come to Singapore and I was elated!! Partly because I was pretty tired of Malaysian education and wanted to try out some new stuff in a totally new country. I remember dreaming about this very explicit scene about myself when I had came to Singapore which till this day has not happen! Haha.
So, with school leaving settled, I came to Singapore. Posted to Raffles Institution Boarding and it was there that I learnt that I was posted to Cat High instead of RI. Something which I was kinda sad of but later realised it was the best choice being at Cat High instead of RI.
I remember the first night when I wanted to message so somebody back in Malaysia but realised the international rates were so freaking expensive. Then I started missing home a bit then became a lot. But thankfully there were great friends from room 3.2 such as Ming Fatt and Hong Hu and everything was soon forgotten.
Two days after moving in, my friends in Malaysia smsed and said PMR results are out!! How did you do? I was like WTF, my Dad didn't call me. So I had to call home, ask him to help me go take my results. And a few hours later the dreaded call came.. 7As. YES, straight As!!! WOW, sigh of relief.
And so that was another 3 years of my education. We are now standing at December 2004. I remember clearly the day I came to Singapore, December 26, the tsunami struck.
Anyway, I shall leave my life story just here. Be back for more tomorrow where I will talk about the final 4 years leading up to JC2.
Cheers to life
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