I think I have stage fright.

The last time I opened some bachelor song as an alumni, I croaked out the high G or G#. Then yesterday after happily blasting away to the chorus of Guantanamela - for the first time - in accurate and correct lyrics, I forgot to conserve me voice. While everyone else was doing to their "do"s, I was doing the ultimate "don't" and groaning my low bits away. I think the only time when I can't seem to remember doing anything errogenous for a solo was when we sang 'short people', but I'm sure I screwed up for that one too somehow. Probably something so traumatic that I've successfully blocked it out of memory.

Nevertheless, it was an honour, to sing such a beautiful line and to be backed up by so many other people feeling the song too. I guess this would prolly be like the last time I do something like that.

Oh and she came over Sg today. Great, as usual. Back when she was here before she was famous and I had to beg for company to go to her concert, she spent the whole time sitting behind the piano and belting out song after song. The whole time I was starring at her butt. Well, not that it wasn't good (the singing and the behind), but my seats really sucked and there wasn't really much going on stage too. TODAY, she said "if you don't know the song just sing along, 'cos let's put the SING back in SINGAPORE!" (-_-" It was just so out of the blue, and u'd least expect HER to say that. Guess a little fame and experience goes a long way. And people really do grow up.

But the seats still suck though. They were more like restaurant chairs. And the organisers are all just riding on her fame and cult following. Do people even KNOW she's here in Sg? They don't deserve to earn my money man! And that's why I willingly paid $66 for a $97 ticket!

Norah's worth the 20% of my module my test tomorrow's worth. And nothing else, not choir, not tutorials due tomorrow is worth that much. And yes, I still hate hall.

Reality Check

My purpose in school is to study.
My purpose in school is to study.
My purpose in school is to study.
My purpose in school is to study.
My purpose in school is to study.

I think I'm losing track of reality here. With too much spare time on my hands, but no time for studies nor to indulge in even the things I really enjoy, like hanging out with friends, etc.

So what if I have the BEST room (in my opinion) in hall, but come back to it in the wee hours of the morning, only to sleep 4 hours in it?
So what I manage to stay in campus for an extra year, but end up sacrificing my 2nd lower for it?
If I can be a fucked up student, why not a fucked up hall committee member.

People like to say "be careful what you wish for, for you just might get it." In this case, I guess I'm just trying to play genie croupier here. And everyone knows the house always wins.

Writers' bloke

I don't know what to write anymore
than you blokes do

My first epigram. Haha. If anyone gets it, that is.

Cliched but true: "Everyday should be Valentine's Day".

So it's no excuse that I'm not doing anything about it (as usual). And i don't think it makes me any less unromantic than the average Sg male - buying chocs and flowers mechanically, getting extorted by blantant hints of expensive gifts is not romantic. Nor is dinner at posh restaurants, doing painstaking cross-stitches, piecing a million jigsaws, folding stars or other handicrafts. At least not on this day.

Because my love is unobliging.
Because my love is unquantified.
Because my love is pure, consecrated and selfish - why should I share it with some 'Saint' that I don't even know and let him take all the credit?

My love is omnipotent and it spreads,
to those willing and those who sees.

Oh, and of course, because I have practice with the SCO and aNUS choir this very day.

Epigram Attack!

Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness - 1738 Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744)

I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

This Englishwoman - 1947 Stevie Smith (1902-1971)

This Englishwoman is so refined
She has no bosom and no behind.

A trip to Borders yesterday unearthed these gems-of-a-kind and introduced me to the wonderful world of epigrams. Kinda sound like the stuff i'd say in daily life, isn't it?

I SMS-ed a poem to my friend the other day. I think I REALLY must be going crazy.

Wallowing

How can one drown
In a bucket of cold water
If one is but
The cold water itself?