A Story Of (insert name)'s Life

you know how people always keep saying
this is just another chapter in my life
the story of my life will be interesting
or the story of my life will not be interesting (IE low self esteem people)

So i gt to thinking
you know how a story have main character (protagonist)
the supporting characters (eg robin, superboy, anyone other than the simpsons family in "the simpsons" and blahblahblah)
the kind people will onli remember if you talk about the main character

so what if your role is only just a supporting character in someone else's story
you were only there to maybe say a few lines that motivate the protagonist so he will feel good about himself
or you were just there to set off a chain of events such that the main character can save the day in a heroic fashion
i mean what if the only purpose in your life is to play seconds to some main character so that he can get a happily ever after
then the story of your life would be " how some idiot lived his life so he could do things that motivated the hero"
if that kind of story came to bookstores, would you even think about it for 2 separate occasions, much less buy it.
i mean could you imagine going to heaven and when "god" or whatever you think the judge is( i dont promote religions)
when he is reviewing your life in a convenient DVD format while you watch nervously beside him
he says " hmm, so you manage to motivate the hero in a typical fashion so he could save the day and/or get the girl, you get to go to heaven ."
If it was me, i would be wondering " so i got to go to heaven because some bastard save the day, not because i actually did something worth going to heaven for, My life must've sucked"

Sometimes i get the feeling my life is like that, but counselling and immediate phsychiatric help changed that

Anyway, speaking of "getting the girl" I've never been a girl but i actually wonder what those type of people are like.
maybe they just sit around all day waiting for some hero to kiss them
or maybe they are perfect in every manner and extremely intelligent , only to serve as some mindless slave doll for the hero/villain.
ever get the feeling that when you read the book, everything the girl seems to do only alludes to the fact that (you think) the only reason she's doing it is so the protagonist will like her ( or so you thought)
i don't think i will ever figure that out, so i wont bother

But there is this one aspect
the villain ( dum-dum-DDDDUUUUUMMMMMM)
you know, the antagonist who only serve to hurt you, and in some aspect make you a better person

i wonder how their book would be written
the protagonist would speak of him as if he was a devil
and then he would write as if he was a hero and he hurt him for a good reason
nevermind im too bored to write any longer

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desparation

i din realize i was being so despo
maybe im just trying to get attention.

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hormones sux

Caution: Every Sentence With The Word "I" Is Fiction, You've Been Warned



Damn all these beautiful girls
they onli wanna do you dirt
they'll have you suicidal, suicidal
when they say it's over


damn these hormones
life was so much easier before girls came into the picture

that's why it'll never work

u think so easy find arr!?!

My friend once said
this kind of thing cannot find one, nature will take its course
but by then you have to learn to take initiative

stupid eugene!!

he found his already

mrs ganesan once told me (in her car) that the trend in 4humility classes
is that by prelims most of us would have found a stead

how true that is
who knows

they say we're too young,to get ourselves sprung
oh we didn't care,we made it very clear
and they also said, that we couldn't last together

nothing really meaningful in these words


Everytime evon and eugene talk about their relationship, i just stand there and hear, not really knowing what is going on


i wish i could do a handstand or bicycle kick

girls have caused me to make too much changes to myself
and yet none seem to realise that
maybe cuz everyone is making the same changes to themselves
so no one is really standing out
everyone hair gt spike/put gel or wax or wadever they put in their hair

I hope im not still a bachelor by 25, seriously
i miss my old life
stupid hormones had to mess it up

apparently i don't have any photos of me with my friends
maybe the result of not having the habit of taking photos or not having friends
i think its a bit of both
yet a whole lot of nothing

i feel sad everytime i visit my own friendster page

can someone shoot me
then replace me with a clone so nobody finds out and doesn't feel sad about it
its a little complicated but its worth for my friends and family



kinda like my anti depressant
i believe i can fly
see me running thru that open door
i believe i can fly

everyone's talking about their him and their hers
then their best friends have to tag along when they get into an argument etcetera
if i had a her
i wonder who would be the best friend to tag along
but more importantly, who would be the her

sometimes i wonder if i am misled by beauty
maybe so, maybe not

im not a big fan of being positive
i NEED to talk to someone honestly
someone who wont get shocked or surprised or judge me
i desperately need to go for counselling
i feel like harry potter except i dont have magic to help me

can someone counsel me
because the me you see at school is just a big ideal picture of some slacker who is happy go lucky
i tot that was me
until i realised there was another me trying to break out of that cage
for one reason or another
and i am dying day by day
until all thats left is a cage with someone dead inside
and all you see is just a ideal happy go lucky slacker
and you dunno why he went insane

!!!!!!!!


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Some Anti Smoking Essay

I suddenly got the inspiration for this after 2 consecutive rides on the bus.

In my family of four, no one commands more respect and power than my father. He is not exactly a typical tyrant than you would expect, but yet he somehow manages to make you do things you wouldn't normally do without resorting to violence or anger. He is a friendly man who can communicate with pretty much anyone. He is also a very successful businessman who treats both his clients and employees well. In fact, many people consider him to be the perfect man, since he neither drinks nor gambles, but what they do not know is that he smokes, a lot. He doesn't smoke in front of anyone other than his family, and only does it when he is under immense stress. When I was a kid, i used to ask him why he smokes, since it smelt so horrible. He would always answer, " Every time I smoke, one of my wishes will be granted, but i have to use them sparingly, or else there will be no more wishes left." And it wasn't without "evidence", on one occasion he smoked 7 cigarettes in a row the night before an important meeting about a deal with a client. The next day he came home early to celebrate the closing of the deal. So as time went by, I started to believe in what he told me. And i had no reason not to, after all why would my father lie to me?

Next up would be my brother. He is 21 right now and living on his own with his girlfriend. He wasn't very bright in school, only averaging passable grades, making my father very ashamed of him, since he himself was a university graduate. He too was a social person, being one of the most popular kid back in his secondary school days. He was also a natural leader, organising many environment- friendly events in the school. However, the big difference between my brother and my father, was that the former hated smoking. My brother tried to stop him from smoking but he just refused, straining their relationship. Fortunately, even though they never admitted it, I believe that they deeply respected each other's strengths and flaws. My brother is working as a construction worker now, as well as a part time bartender job at night to save up for his future wedding. my mom once described him as being too good to other people for his own good.

My mom was a great woman. Strong, caring and sensitive, and the best part is she totally loves her children. She dotes on me and my brother so much, sometimes we have to ask her not to. But she was the person who instilled a lot of discipline in me. When I was a kid, she used to be very fierce and punished me severely, especially if i did something morally wrong like lying. But as I grew up, she became less strict and shows her caring side.

Lastly, there's me, a Secondary four student who's still a kid at heart. I am quite a smart kid, but lazy. My father puts all his hopes of his children being doctors on me and splurges on me, making me feel guilty that i was stealing attention away from my brother. Fortunately, he understands and doesn't hold grudges against me. As far as religion goes,I'm pretty much a freethinker, with little bits of christianity from my mother and buddhism from my father and grandparents. I do believe that there is a force controlling this world who guides everyone, depending on what they have done. Myd. brother calls it karma, in short, if you do good deeds, you will be rewarded, if you do bad things, you will be punishe So that made me wonder, maybe it was because my father did so many good deeds that made him successful, rather than the cigarettes, but i didn't really pursue the matter.

Now, finally i can continue with the story. I entered Secondary four life as a completely naive child. I didn't know what having a girlfriend was like, what new friends I will have, why people are having so much problems over their boy-girl relationship. And the LCE lessons weren't helping one bit. During the first three months, I did make new friends, but i didn't participate in their activities, basically going home everyday to study, so my grades were quite consistent.

During the one week break, one of my friends, Buddy, called me out to watch a movie with them. Naturally i agreed since i had nothing better to do than study. We watched "insert movie here" and went to play pool nearby until 11pm. Just before we left the area, Buddy led me to a small alley near my house. He then took out a small box from his pocket, which under the dim lighting could not be seen clearly, but he did take out a stick from it. He said' "try it, just one smoke." I hesistated before taking it, but just as i reached out to grab it, a huge torrent(?) of rain swept across the alley, catching both of us by surprise and causing Buddy to drop the stick. I sped towards the opposite void deck near my house. He threw the box to me before running in the opposite direction towards the void deck, shouting to me across the rain, " keep it!" Needless to say I went home drenched, with an angry mother waiting at the door.

On the first day of the 2nd semester, Buddy rushed up to me and put another box of cigarettes into my bag, saying that he has been blacklisted by the Discipline Master and I need to keep the box with me for safekeeping. Before I had to chance to say anything, he dashed off, leaving a motion of blur in its wake (exaggerate too much) . So i was stuck with the another box for who-knows-how-long. School wasn't any much harder for the 2nd semester, except that i have less time to study since I was playing with Buddy and a new friend, "Guy". Guy was a big, strong, tough guy with lots of muscles and a sensitive heart. Its no wonder so many girls are attracted to him, since he was handsome and romantic at the same time. The three of us were interested in both soccer and basketball, so we could fit in with most cliques easily. We played virtually every day after school, alternating between the two sports. One weekend, we played all day at the video arcade until 5 pm, after which we sat by the steps and chatted about life and things like that. I found out that Guy was a smoker, but the only reason he did it was to "keep" his girlfriend. How ironic for a tough guy to be manipulated by a girl. They also tried to persuade me to smoke, saying it was cool and stuff. I tried to light a cigarette in my mouth, but a speeding car went by and splashed water on all three of us, making all the cigarettes as well as the lighter wet. This was the period when they kept pressuring me into smoking.

My Mid-year Examinations results declined by quite a lot. Many of my teachers complained about the sudden tiredness they see in me, mainly because I play till the wee hours of the morning. So during the holidays, my father decided to bring me to a hawker center for lunch as well as a father-to-son talk. As he was holding a lighted cigarette in he left hand and his handphone on the other, he started to check the 4d results. The 1st prize was 1991, which he missed by 2 digits, while the 2nd prize was 1210 which he also missed by 2 digits. However,he blinked a few times when he saw the 3rd prize, the 3rd prize was 9733, which meant he won! Now i began to wonder if cigarettes really did grant wishes.



To Be Continued ...

Life .... After 16

Im not here to blog about what happened during HI Idol. Everyone else did that already, but still congrats to Sulasteri on winning. I don't support popularity contests.

When you reach 16, you start to do a lot of thinking, thinking what you will do after school, what kind of girl/guy will be your future ( or current) girlfriend/stead/wife, how much you will earn or even the the next important thing thats gonna happen to you, whether you are going to a JC or Polytechnic.

I know each has plus and minus(es) and i also know different people who go for different reasons. Some being higher education, some because their parents chose this path for them, some because they WANT to go against their parents. but im not here to talk about that.

im talking about what happens after. Not everyone who gets out of school is automatically given a job related to their diploma/degree, nothing in life EVER happens so predictedly (if such a word exists). Cuz if thats the case, there would no longer be any more hawkers to serve you favorite food, no more cleaners to clear all your messes, and no more annoying salesmen who bug you until you buy something you already have (though that may actually be a good thing).

SO does anyone really have a backup plan if the Integrated Resort (which you took as a diploma) went bankrupt, or if the next biggest trend in jobs is hygiene engineering (i just made that up as a word for toilet) and you just happen to not have a d/d in that industry like pretty much everyone else. or they decided to go back to primary industries so the business d/d just became void.

After all that virtually useless crap, I have classified all the jobs in the world into 3 groups which im not gonna list out since that would take up the internet.
The 3 groups are makers/getters --- the people who does work so you have something in your hands, mainstream include miners, manufacturers, designers while less mainstream workers include sweat shop workers and parents to a certain extent. The next group is the fixers --- the people who fix things, things you got form makers or otherwise. Mainstream jobs include doctors and repairman, detectives, teachers, while less mainstream jobs include cosmetic surgeon, hitmen (people who kill other people, assasins), lawyers, pimps and mama sans. The 3rd group is the entertainer --- people who make sure you are happy and can do your job well. Mainstream jobs include comedians, dancers, actors while less mainstreams include prostitutes and psychologists.

There is this last group, their main purpose is to ensure others are doing what they are supposed to be doing, the Controller, or Leader.they are the CEOs and policemen and stuff. They are the type of people whom schools are trying to groom because they earn the most yet do the least compared to others, they just need to know how to talk and maybe management skills.

So mainly different people have abilities and interests and skills related to different groups. and i also find that its quite difficult to have interested in 2 jobbs of the same groups ( which are nt related) , such as liking doctor and repairman. however, it is obvious when you like music, usually you will like all sections of it but i wont touch on that.

I feel that it is important to be skilled in or at least interested to know more about jobs from various groups, as that will keep you versatile when deciding which job you wanna take when your diploma becomes useless in the real world, or if your education doesn't suit your or the current job demand

for example
im still dunno if i can make it to the JC, which is my first choice
so im making some backup plans

if i DO make it into a JC
i will probably take engineering or medical courses
engineering because i like it and medical because can be doctor/specialist and earn alot of money

But if i DON'T make it, and go into a poly instead

i will avoid engineering because a uni engineer can easily earn more than a poly engineer so difficult to find job.
i will take optometry(eyes) as there is currently no degree yet or theirs is specialist one

if i fail really really badly and go to ITE
i could become a bartender or something the industry then needs.


but im keeping my fingers crossed for jc although being a bartender sounds cool

so basically i wrote all that crap above to write about my plans after 16 provided i dont get retained la


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3rd strip up

3rd strip up
yay!
i still haven't started on ANY homework yet

my hand is still very ugly, the skin hasn't closed the wounds up yet
its pain when i bend my elbow or touch water


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Sentosa Trip : Episode 2

Went to sentosa again
this time i gt injured - death by blood loss

wayne was the last one to arrive at hg station (nt surprisingly)
this time onli 6 peeps nia
me,gz,nisha,sherlynn weekiat and wayne nia

when they reach harbourfront vivo
gt ppl try to get their donations
me and gz walked as if we din noe them
they said they could donate 2$ and write a message on a box of juice carton
wayne wrote weekiat [heart] sher and 4 hum below
den we went sentose via monorail

had a bloody blister(literally) due to yesterday's game
so went to the beach first
go there the blister burst, den in the end never go into the water
just sit in the sun/shade suntan
bloody hell

skin crispy liao den go rent bikes
they kept asking me if i was biking or not
so i kept answering i am
and i did
weekiat and sher take tandem bike
gz and wayne aso take tandem bike
me and nisha solo
biked around the bicycle trails a few times
i still very lousy sometimes
cannot keep the bike straight
sumtimes will swerve to left or right
near bang to others
especially weekiat and sherlynn
den we went near palawan beach, the other beach
there the trail very sandy
den i stupid go and speed up
wee kiat suddenly come up next to me den i swerve and fall down
lucky i din bang them, if not i will feel very guilty
i bled quite alot at my right elbow and left hand
the cut quite deep
but not very pain, no saltwater touch, heng arr
washed off with some water before going to the first aid station
the first aider dressed the wounds den take picture, dunno for wad
i still carried on riding the bike to get to our lockers
they keep saying i shldnt
but i still did
in the end, my bandage nearly came off and had to get it re-dressed

went back to vivo at about 5
sher and weekiat went home first
went window shopping
actually i was really bored then
go eat after den go play arcade
altogether play 10+++ matches of air hockey
gz keep saying he is very pro
in the end first match lose quite a big gap
we betted on it
whoever lose pays for the game
i played for 4 matches with gz
2 win 2 lose
the wins all gap very big 1
den lose gap very small like 11-12 or 13-11
den nisha and wayne aso played air hockey
played time crisis 2 after
wayne and nisha played first
den me and gz turn
he died quite early
and had a lot less points than me
but too bad we werent betting

after go outside too find the juice box
they using all the juice boxes to make houses
they trid to find it for 15 odd minutes
den i found it at the first house they checked
lousy, hahas

reached home at 9 plus

the end
hahas

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patrol lima oscar lima #2

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yay second strip
still nt much opinions on the first 1 yet
i shld be studying for chinese olvls rite nw

comic

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A little something made in spare time
please dont critisise
done in the style of rich burlew of order of the stick www.giantitp.com/oots
i havent gt his permission yet cuz cant contact him

The Comprehensive Guide To Understanding Glennard -- entry #1

in an effort to make myself more transparent, strictly figure of speech
i decided to blog out stuff about me
such that when and if i say something stupid or hurts u in some way
u can say, glennard is like that 1 la, dun take it seriously or dun be bothered

i see a lot of ppl helping out their frens in such ways
but has anyone helped me yet, i think

The Comprehensive Guide To Understanding Glennard -- entry #1

Glennard \ˈglen-ne:(r)d\ n Organism, half shy, half outgoing human male currently still in teenage years. Known to think too much and talk loudly when it thinks a certain point should be reinforced. However, it is capable of being completely quiet and emo ( see EMO--entry ##) when under stress or awkward situations such as in a room full of strangers. Prone to breakdowns. Relatively creative. Considered by the general populace as one who has low self esteem and is generally negative and slacking

Nil Gramends \ i co(u)ldn't fi:nd the `pro-noun-c(i)a-tion \ n Fictional Character. Alter ego of Glennard Sim. Most commonly found online. It is more brave than Glennard in comparison and has done numerous bold and daring deeds, deeds that will never be mentioned by Glennard to any other, besides those involved. Has a long list of infamous actions, most done online. Glennard usually reverts to this character either online, or trying to escape harsh realities of life. Many of the "creative' ideas are created by Glennard when in his alter ego of Nil Gramends, as usually Glennard will think that they suck and don't even try. Perfectionistic a in certain sense



Some of the things Glennard usually says and what he really thinks

I'm Bored

[What he really thinks]

I feel lonely and want someone to talk to, and was hoping that by saying im bored would instantly be a conversation topic.


Don't Want [to do something] lah

[What he really thinks]

I really want to join it but due to some insecurity issue, refuse and use laziness as an excuse.


Bloody Hell

[What he really thinks]

Bloody Hell


I tell u something/ Do u want to listen?, don't want jiu suan le(nevermind)

[What he really thinks]

Im about to tell you something very important which will either give u an advantage or make me feel better and less insecure, so shut up and listen.



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Sentosazzz

Second post of the day
very tired liaoz

Went to sentosa today with 4hum ppls
about 10 nia

evon said its the first actual 4hum gathering den call mrs susanne ng to congratulate us
wayne say mrs ng will say y neve invite us
hahas

went to the beach first
played a little soccer in the sand while waiting for the ppl to change
the sand was very very hot
but wear slippers very itchy
so play barefoot

when they changed and jumped into the water
i just stayed dry with wayne and joan
they kept trying to "persuade" us to go in
den we give up and went to change
when we change finish
gt wet for a few minutes den they say wanna go cycle
wah lao wet liaoo den say go
hahas

later we go cycle
i brought roller blades
so no need pay money
but i the slowest
cuz small wheels top speed very slow

they went a main road way
for cars and bus 1
den a lot of uphill and downhill road
den i escaped death 3 times
2 times when i fell at the road
all the bus uncles look at us keep pointing us to stay away
bryan went back to find me
he aso kanna pointing by the uncles
i fell down 3 times lor all during down and uphill road
1ce when bryan made me carry his bag den i cannot balance
but he stay with me cuz i very slow
i aso cannot do downhill cuz too fast
if use heel brake den will slide 1 side hit the wall or trees
1ce i actually fell in the middle of road
lucky bus already pass by
they went to see the merlion
in the end reach there cannot go up
so take picture at the small fountain

went back to the bus station
i took off my blades and walked back
they went to return the bikes
i just sit at the steps wait for them
only joan rachel bryan and evon went back to find me
the rest playing soccer at the beach
we bought some water and go back to find them
saw them playing with other ppl
wayne play for a while den break his skin at the toe
bleed alot
so ask the first aider come and help
i subbed him
den playplayplay
i back heel the ball alot
everytime take the ball wait a while before passing
seldom dribble
dunno y
maybe lazy
wayne scored and dribbled around them alot
everyone was impressed with his skill
even them
after 2 goals(draw) we went to bathe
den too many ppl so go to bus station toilet to bathe
in the end there aso no shower
so they walk back
i just sit there again wait for them
in the end the girls never bathe
cuz queue too long

went back to vivo afterwards
in a monorail
went to a place overlooking the port
to pose for picture
there saw michelle covering her mouth
she saw wayne tried to run away
went to burger king to eat
7$ for 1 small burger and large fires and coke
plus both aso nt very big
rather eat at carls jr
much MUCH bigger burgers sia
walked to the station
along the way the saw a watch shop
they decided to take a look
so i stood outside
after a while rachel and evon join me
say they take very long to choose watch
in the end everyone( ithink) who were looking at the watch bought 1
walk some more
saw the custom bag shops
the brand name was taggar
almost like mine
but i saw the bag like very flimsy
very easy to break

den take mrt home
and bus
den finish
the end

hahas

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High School Never Ends

In High School
different people introduce different things to ur life
things that u wldnt have explored if they werent in ur life

simple examples

fear-ms michael(closest too the actual thing)
sadism- WONG vei li

she smiles to herself when she invigilates and she smiled during msmichael talk

humor thru being idiots and minor perverts- Boys of 2cha`05
sports- Boys Of 4hum`07 and probably a few girls
Mass Hardcore Studying- General Population of 4hum
Trust- Yang
Innocence- WenHui
Diao ing- Xiaotong and linda ( no offence)
Respect- Npcc
Teamwork- Npcc
Technology/various nerdy stuff- Kenneth(no offence)
Humor- Haoxiang


wanna keep my list short
if nt no one will read
hahas

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im the strong silent type
yeah rite

im a funny man
yeah rite

Im a handsome being
yeah rite

Im a deep psychological creature
yeah rite...

exams over

MYE is over
dun feel like celebrating
din put in much effort so dun expect much results
also dun expect myself to be excited about end of exams

ya i know there are people who really tried their best
they deserve to scream when the papers are over
they are the ones who truly felt that the end of mye was a good thing
nt just another passing day
but among those who screamed the loudest, none seem to have put in effort

maybe tts y i wasnt in the really high mood that day
but i put on the clown's mask
and tried to play the fool
maybe i wasnt even close
hope no one notices

my results are nothing to be proud of either
the only 1 i can think of is probably 8/10 for the first part of cl paper 2
the one with a passage den feel in the blanks
usually i just get a 4 or 3/10
but nothing else really

i din get to see my compo today
i tried personal recount in a long time
it was quite dramatic
if i dun get gd results, i probably wont risk personal recount again

np day
raining again
no hiccups
gd

Walk Away And Move On

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An Old Essay keeping it here so i can remember next time

Write about an occasion when you were given some good advice and how you reacted to it.

“This could be your big break!” those words kept ringing in my ears. I could still remember that event clearly. I was spray-painting a wall about two blocks away from my school. The piece was almost done when I heard someone shout behind me, ” stop!” that voice was vaguely familiar, but my mind couldn’t process it that moment. Escaping was the only thought in my mind, I even dropped my spray can and bolted towards the nearest exit. At first, I was able to put some distance between him and I, but he soon caught up because I had difficulty breathing through my gas mask.

In a few seconds, the brutish man held on to my arm and shoulder, threatening to report the incident to the police. He said that he would only give me the slip if I took off the gas mask which covered my face. I hesitated for a moment, but after weighing my options, took off the mask. Both of us were shocked as we recognized each other. He was once my Art teacher who was promoted to be a senior lecturer at the Arts Academy. He dragged me back to the scene of the crime and gathered all my spray cans. He said that my piece was the greatest work of art he has ever seen from a teenager and wanted to give me a scholarship to the Academy. For the second time in one day, my jaw dropped. Never in a million years had I expected graffiti to be rewarding. It has only served as a form of self-expression until this point in time. He gave me his hand phone number and told me to give him my decision in a week’s time. He advised me to take this opportunity and make a name for myself.

With a box of spray cans in my arms, I walked home, deep in thought of the slightest possibility of my parents accepting the proposal. My parents were respected doctors who treated family like an army. They were people of science and worked with fixed formulas, unlike myself, who needed creative space to work to my fullest potential. I’m an underground hip-hop and graffiti fan, while my parents followed the National Geographic like it was the Bible. In short, we are the polar opposite of each other.

As I opened the door, part of me was hoping that my parents would accept my decision, while another part was trying to forget the incident. I wrote everything that happened today in my diary, hoping that it would only lighten my mood. I also tried to recall all the good times I had with my family, but it all seemed to turn sour. In a fit of anger and disappointment, I tore out the pages from my diary and threw it away, thinking of giving up and not letting my parents know at all

For the next six days, my world turned upside down. Everything and everyone just seemed to be in my way. My parents decided to take the day off and spend some time cleaning the house, surprising me as they had never let the cleanliness of the house, or anything else as a matter f fact, to obstruct their work. I went into my room, drawing my art pieces when my parents entered and showed me the pages of diary, which I tore out. They said that all they want is for me to be happy. For the first time, I saw their understanding side and a single tear rolled down my cheek as they said.” follow your dreams.”

In the next few years, I graduated as valedictorian of my batch in Arts Academy. My parents also amassed a small fortune, which they used to build a school for orphans, where I was one of the teachers. The school also has a mural facing the gate, the same one that I never completed back as a teenager, still incomplete, with the words written at the side. “ Follow your dreams.”

By: glennard sim

4 Hum 2007

Music

Music is the language of the soul, an expression of self, a portrait of the point of view of the artist him/herself
it is usually a form of breaking the rules or confines of society throught its lyrics / rhythm

some examples

Genres:
Pop - Breaking the rules to earn (a lot of ) money
Gospel - Breaking the rules to spread religion / religious principles
Christian rock/any other genre - Breaking the rules to spread christianity
Jazz - Breaking the rules to showcase vocal or instrumental talents (they are really good at that)
Traditional - Confining to most rules while spreading their culture
EMO - Breaking the rules to tell others of their pain inside
Blues - Breaking the rules to show their sadness but not as much as emo (sometimes fun though)
Rhythm and Blues (RnB) - Breaking the rules to merge jazz and blues but mostly with happier and funner lyrics
Soul - Breaking the rules to express themselves or their ideas
ROCK - Breaking the rules to make other genres possible
Punk - Breaking the rules to preserve their ideas and principles (anti-establishment)
Metal - Breaking the rules to break your ear drums or just because they can
Goth - Breaking the rules because they hate everyone else
Hip Hop - Breaking the rules to Preserve their history or pride or make people aware of their issues
Electronic - Breaking the rules to showcase their computers
Dance - Breaking the rules to make you move your feet on the dancefloor
Techno - Breaking the rules to give you something to rock your head to when you take ecstasy
Raggae - Breaking the rules to infuse dance and culture
Country - Breaking the rules to IRRITATE THE HELL OUT OF YOU
HEAVY METAL - Breaking the rules to MAKE METAL 10 TIMES WORSE

pretty much everything i understand about music
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