The new appeal for help is F1. SOS is OUT.

I promised to study harder this semester... instead I am doing more productions and projects than usual. Perhaps I have become more confident in multi-tasking even more things?

What I am coping with now:
Cinderella musical (in Chinese, yes Chinese!) for Arts Theatre - composing and arranging
My One Night Stand (based on the book of Esther) for Calvary Assembly of God (basically working with the Lau Mafia again yay!) - arranging music
Soracco's Debut CD Recording - arranging and supervising recording for some of the songs
Soracco's Vesak Show "Passage of Time" - writing, arranging, supervising

Besides that I still find time to pop down to NUS once in a while to experience student life and to masquerade being a student!

Some new skills I realise I have acquired:

I can last longer into the night and sleep less.
I read faster than before.
I can sequence music faster than before: for a very familiar song (Ehipassiko, for the Buddhist Fellowship folks) I took about one and a half hour to sequence the minus one for the studio recording, from input of music to mixdown.

But my drinking habit has been caffeinated drinks - tea and coffee... of course water too. I rarely drink coke except at fast food restaurants where the drink comes in a set. Morning I wake up - coffee; go to school, lunch - coffee; afternoon class (after 3) - either coffee or tea, depending on my mood; evening dinner either coffee or Indian teh halial (ginger tea, if I'm eating Indian Muslim Mee Goreng which is my perennial favourite); night supper (on the way home after working late and expecting to work later into the night): coffee or teh halial.

No I don't like my caffeinated drinks with milk. Sugar will suffice. Keep the real brew as strong as possible.

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The keys are where my mouth is.

Put me with an individual or in a group, and I can talk, and sometimes I can't talk enough to sustain the conversation.

Give me pen and paper, or a computer keyboard, and I can churn out pages and pages of material that you will hate to read because, hell, IT'S DAMN LONG!

The pen is mightier than the mouth.

And I like to listen. Maybe that's why I'm a musician :P

Woots! Damn happy. Wenfu just said my sequencing skills have improved 'by leaps and bounds' (quote Wenfu). He said I now know how to use the reverb to make my MIDI orchestration sound more realistic and convincing.

Thanks to Mike bro for teaching me and patiently guiding me through! :D

I will be going for this concert, anybody wanna come along?

I should stop all my bad, irregular eating habits. The pain experienced this morning is a tough lesson. A once-in-a-while reminder that I am not eating right. Occurs every six months.

Am dismayed towards the service by the 24-hour eatery near my place, where I have supper today.

The tea arrives promptly, but the prata doesn't. I had gone up to the tea man and placed orders for both food and beverage. The tea-man shouts the orders over to his colleagues who do the cooking.

Either they didn't catch it, or perhaps they forgot, or there is some miscommunication somewhere.

I don't blame them.

But what really upsets me is that I remind them that hey, I ordered prata. And they acknowledge me. Then I start seeing other customers who come after me getting their food and leaving while I am still nursing my tea. I remind them again about my prata. Still, to no avail. They acknowledge but the food doesn't come.

Finally I get quite pissed off and tell the guy who comes to deliver food to the person at the adjacent table. And then they swing into action. The curry meant for my neighbour now appears on my table. Within two minutes the prata appears.

And that is about one hour from the time I first sit down at the eatery. I did not waste time because I pick a clean table and am able to do some work while waiting.

But what I am really angry about is the service attitude. They cannot give the excuse that they forgot - I reminded them not once, but thrice. And in the knowledge that I made them aware that my food has not been served, I cannot help but feel discontented. I know I cannot do much about it - anyway in the end I get my food and no quarrels occur, but still I cannot nurse that grudge that I am helplessly held at gunpoint by the proprietorship. Even if I beg them what more action can I take? After all they come up with the product - either I wait or I can leave without getting what I want. Either way, the business is king.

Suddenly found inspiration while nursing a glass of coffee, and wrote these lyrics at the coffeeshop. Been haggering this song for ages. I've yet to write the music though.

A pretty weird song structurally: the verse consists of lines from other of my songs featuring similar meanings, while the focus is on the chorus. A wide range of emotions is necessary: regret, despair and finally quiet reflection of one's mistakes.



PERHAPS IT'S NOT TIME

This is what the time will do to you
You may not know, you may not feel

If you had been kinder

I need a PA!

Any takers? But no pay, I am poor man. Work very hard but don't earn a lot.





joking... LOL... I like to daydream once in a while...

The half-completed Singapore Flyer - one of the many clones spawned from the dear Ferris Wheel and its evolutionised and mutated giant: the London Eye and its predecessor from Japan (can't remember which state).

From this angle it looks more like a viking jammed in mid-air



Now we've heard of Fiddler on the Roof. Shoe on the Roof is quite common but hardly dramatised. Missing slipper is a staple of the rags-to-riches story in Cinderella. Someone is probably singing "If I Were A Rich Man" and gyrating like Shakira and decides to upgrade to something else and throw his princely slipper off the ledge from the Esplanade's sky garden. I'm sure this is a guy's slipper - look at the size.


On a Clear Day You Can See Forever - looks like nice weather. Fact is: it's raining. Photographs can be deceptive eh.


There's a Jack Neo exhibit at the Esplanade Library, I think it's still in the process of being set up. I briefly see the man himself as I exit the library.

I try to take a picture of Liang Po Po's costume. The next few photographs show my attempt to take a perfect photo...


Darn! The man got in!

Yucks. My hand moved.


Darn! The man got in again! He was shifting the board in the background.


Okay. Finally. The perfect shot.



Waterfall at One Raffles Link - the one you can see while you head up the escalator between City Link and Marina Square. Again it's raining, not clear weather.

The wind blows and the streak of falling water wavers.

Okay so I manage to install the Flickr Zeitgeist... erm... but it's showing pictures from Tom, Dick and Harry... how should I amend the script so that it shows my photos?

Thanks to anyone who can help :)

If there's anything I don't like about my current house, is that I can't leave my windows open when it rains, because water droplets will make themselves at home, ruin the wood panelling beneath the window sill and then I shall be given a lecture on material handling by my parents.

So it's been raining almost non-stop for the past few days. And so the windows have been shut constantly and thus far I've been breathing in more carbon dioxide than oxygen - with a bit of light soon I can sit at my desk and make food without having to go the kitchen.

Yesterday I give up and open the windows in the heavy rain. Rebellion you can call it. I am absolutely !#$%^&-fied by stuffy air - cannot think!

Then Mother comes in. "Hey it's raining you know."

"Is it? Oh gosh."

My opportunity for denial and self-pleasure fails.

Back to suffocation.