sequence

numbered

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a week had passed since he first saw that gleaming tower in the distance. now, every moment he had between waking and sleeping was focused on that single image. the shining city with its promises of glory and happiness. even in sleep he was not spared, for he in his dreams was haunted continually by that glimpse of paradise. as each day passed, his longing for that city grew.

slowly he became numbed to everything else in the world. nothing else mattered but his goal, which was to finally reach that utopia where he could finally lift himself out of plight. simple things that used to bring him some small measure of joy now lost all appeal, and he felt himself becoming more and more distant to everything around him.

days grew into weeks, and months flew by with the waxing and waning of the moon. slowly his enthusiasm faded, leaving him wandering with no rationale or purpose. he distinctly remembered a goal which he had been so taken up with just a while ago. yet now he could not think of why he had first been so inspired. now all that was left. was nothing.

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walking home from school is an interesting experience. on tuesday i decided to walk from school to dover mrt with crawshaw because the buses were much too crowded for out liking. and the conversation we had on the way there was certainly more entertaining than any jostling on a crowded bus could ever bring. to top things off, i actually got home faster than i would have if i had taken the bus. kiwis ftw

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surprising as it may be. im beginning to enjoy staying back for guitar. the feeling of coming home at 8pm brings back memories. or it could just be that as the earlier half of the school day loses its appeal, the later half benefits. its funny how interests change so easily. and how easy it is not to care.

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incoherence is a skill

exception

to the rule

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on this rare occasion, i shall declare my love for apple. go to iTunes now. and click on the 6th link. and yes. change your country. to that little red dot named Singapore.

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give us the music.

drifters

skid

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once again he found himself on the road. the next one, he told himself. the next time, ill get it right. shouldering his pack, he bent his head and trudged on. the gravel crunching beneath his worn out sandals, his coat, torn and tattered, flapping in the wind. the sun set silently in the distance, colouring the landscape with a slight pinkish hue. yet all the beauty around him, he did not see.

this time he had been lucky. it was he who had made the decision to leave, climbing over the city wall in the dead of the night. other times, not so. more often than not he found himself waking to the stench of a drain or stable, only to remember getting thrown out the night before. each time he felt the sting less, settling into the rhythm of it all. he would travel from town to town, searching for a place to settle in. get a job, a home, maybe even a family. but somehow he was never satisfied. each time he seemed to fit in, distant rumours of a town that was better, richer, happier, seemed to drift in. tempting him out onto the road again. he could still remember, no, thought he could remember the day he decided to seek out his own fortune. leaving his home behind, confident of finding a place for himself. surely there was somewhere out there where he would be happy. yet, after 5 years of wandering and searching, he was beginning to wonder if that place even existed. if his dreams could ever come true. maybe the old stories were just that. stories. tales of an imagined past. of warriors and kings that could never survive in the real world. the world with its dystopian horrors and conflicting ambitions. 

he looked up. there was no one else on the road, at least not in these deserted parts. ah the road. once a symbol of hope. of dreams. the proud guards at each checkpoint, the glowing lanterns that lit the way. but now it was just a relic of the old empire. a silent remember of times past, fallen into disrepair. just like so many other things.

he didn’t always travel alone, as he did now. companionship came and went. some of them left him, getting tired of his so-called escapades. others he left, feeling they would only weigh him down with their lack of stomach for adventure. either way, he was now by himself. the lone traveller shuffling down that long road, softly whistling a haunting tune.

and as the last rays of the sun passed behind the mountains, he thought he glimpsed a reflection of a tower. a shining tower atop a hill. could it be that in the distance lay what he sought? that the years of searching would eventually pay off? that it wasnt all for nothing?

no matter. he had time to spare. the questions could wait for another day. 

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picasaweb.google.com/danielyeews/OCS

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chapter 139 of naruto. i blame zhang for getting me addicted to a never-ending series.

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maybe, just maybe

untitled

another night spent reading naruto. and rushing my tok essay in 10 minutes. 

 

manga: 3 hours

work: 1/6 hours

 

not bad eh.

fuel

for life

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now as the gravity of the situation sets in, the pressure threatens to crush. foa is less than a month away, and yet mastery of the concerto is just out of my grasp. possibly worsened by the fact that i havent had proper guitar lessons in a few months.

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life drags on. daily. mundane. rituals. 

1) go to school

2) play rugby 08

3) miss one meal, but still manage to spend all the money

4) go for guitar

5) go home for dinner

6) blog

7) play conquer club / text twirl

read naruto

life in a nutshell. yet it seems more like a bombshell, all ready to explode. flinging us into oblivion’s welcoming arms.

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and still no inspiration to write.

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stop and stare

not

backing down

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i was planning to wax lyrical in this post. to thread a tale of hope, wonder and discovery. but the slow passage of time has gnawed away whatever inspiration i may have had, leaving me with nothing but a vague feeling of. something which i cant quite put my finger on. a lack of accomplishment, or maybe just a feeling that i dont want to do anything.

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ocs is such an interesting looking place. i really hope i make it there, if only for the internet access in the rooms. besides the fact that the campus looks rather nice for an army training centre. or school, as they would like to call it. i suppose ill have to find the discipline in myself to exercise then. tennis partners, anyone?

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the way of the ninja

hesitation

indecision

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i just came back from symphony mg.08, as they named their concert. which taught me the following about music concerts:

1) places like singapore conference hall are awesome because they have nice professional ushers.

2) the emcee is the next most important thing beside the orchestra. droning emcee = bored audience

3) we have got to start cultivating the tuning practice. 

4) its not always technical skill that does it. 

5) programmes are important

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handbells are really quite awesome. i for one would never think that a simple looking bell could produce such a myriad of different sounds. i spent a few minutes searching the stage for whatever was making that water-splashing noise, only to realise it was them hitting the bells on the table. and i have never ever seen a performing arts group (except maybe drama) look so happy and bouncy while performing. the energy level was just up there for the handbell performance. but then again, their string ensemble was about 4 times more energetic than us. i guess we’ve got a lot to learn.

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15 August 2008 (Friday)
7.30 PM
$12 per ticket
ACS (Independent) Chapel

One night only! Get your tickets from any ACS(Independent) Guitar Orchestra member now! (that includes me by the way)

Some Featured Performances
- Beatles Medley
- Cliffs of Dover
- Teachers’ Performance (mr tan keng hsin, mr ng teck seng)

 

designs by vincent phoen

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ill be playing/singing daughters. so please buy tickets and come and laugh at me. and bring your friends. all of them. and we can have a wonderful full house. 

what dreams.

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=57409670121

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tired of everything.

afraid

to leap

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today i had to wake up early. which probably explains why i fell asleep after lunch before i could start on my homework, something i never do. well, not that i do my homework either, but im usually playing rugby 08 or watching shows instead. i guess ias arent very good for your body clock.

fps was fun. it was interesting to be on the other side of the door, invigilating the participating teams. although it was generally unproductive for me in a pragmatic sense, seeing as i only read 1 chapter of my ee general reading for the 5 hours i was there. still, it was interesting. i would much rather do brainless admin work than homework. sorting papers is just so fun.

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i need to watch a guitar concert before our foa. so unless i find a school who is having one within the next 2 weeks, i am going to end up going for the mgs concert tomorrow. in which case i will just cross my fingers and hope we have no homework. although i have some vague recollection of various projects due sometime in the near future. just not so near, i hope.

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why is it so hard to make decisions. decisions that matter. because people matter. when it comes down to stupid things like deciding to cycle 10 km this evening, its a simple choice. homework or cycling (+ ipod). obviously the ipod wins. and i love my sennheisers. its so fun to cycle/run with it.

but when it comes to people. now thats where the fun starts. fun, and tears. oh life, why doth thou taunt us so.

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amphipathic

ache

for more

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i conclude that i lack the necessary muscles to play guitar properly like tony. just practicing for an hour or so tonight has gotten my fingers and arms aching. how on earth am i going to survive. to think i have to master that piece within the week.

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it has been an emonemomomo week. for reasons as of yet unknown. i can only hope that the weekend and the week that follows will be better. then again, happiness is a decision, not just a feeling. and i proved that true to myself at the start of the year. so why doesnt it work anymore?

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chem olympiad is quite fun. the accomplishment of finishing a question thats ahead of your syllabus brings some joy to our sad little lives. the only thing i hate about it, and i mean hate, is the fact that it makes use of physics knowledge. a subject which i have had no contact with for 3 years. argh.

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wash

death

of the heart

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paris je t’aime is a wonderfully interesting show. despite the fact that it was half in french and had some really really abstract ideas regarding love, it was amusing. life on the screen.

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i just have no mood to do anything. despite the 6 chem questions and bio prac that are due tomorrow. i just want to sleep and forget.

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at least ive decided on what to do for guitar. all thats left is to actually practice.

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i was rather amused, getting chased out of the auditorium this evening. although i guess it is rather embarrassing to have an announcement to ask us to leave. oh well i guess we cant have everything in life. time to settle for the little we have.

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drain