Dynamo Resolution

I know its too late to beef about it. 2007 is gone like a snap, a blink or whateva u want it. This is my first blog entry, and overlook with the trumpet fanfairs, i'll keep it simple. Why? Simply, im playing low budget this year.

I wanna grouse about the moments in 2007, which should be remembered and not forgotten so coolly, and it will be thoughtful to spare a thought, obviously, for these special moments which chalked up the decision to embark on my journey of 2008. Swimmingly, its times like these which brings a smile at the end of the day. U know, when everything seem to go badly and u have to clamber through the everyday hurdles. Despite the sweat, u'll just lay ur head back, cast back ur thoughts, and wonder... what a wonderful world.

What creates this delusion? Its no other than the blunders of life. I call them, my dear friends.

2007 has been an important year. Early this year, i signed myself up on the parchment for voluntary suicide. But then again, suicides are free-willed anyway. Thats not the point. The gist is that it was offered to me, actually more like an obligation than a request, and i willingly took it. I had quite an experience, making new friends and exposing myself to a different side of arts. Friends, which i cant even sure whether to call them that, spare on the unloyal and untrusting part, i must admit that im distrustful and unwilling to confide to name them as friends. Well, but even so, i cant come up with a name for this group of people. Yes, i'll just call them dancers.

By now, some may have guessed what im ranting about. Its the performance with the dance department. Dun get me wrong though. I should make this clear, i have had a very good time playing with them. The performances were alright, though on my part, i cannot be less satisfied already. Therefore, once its over, i took my bow and smiled my way off the stage. Surprisingly, they even asked me to perform with them again for a Malaysian Dance Festival in Kuala Lumpur. Unfortunately, i managed to find something in my schedule to give it a miss.

Well, what else can it be? Its the gem of 2007, my trip to Sydney! It was on tenterhooks, the suspense over the drawn out weeks were just strangling me. Ive prepared my trip well this time, studying and getting to know dear Sydney over the net and books. I must say that when the plane landed, my breath was caught still. When we took the coach around the city, everything, from the signs and buildings, just looked so familiar. U know, like deja vu. Somehow, it feels like home, ive been there before and a many times. The boldness and closeness of Sydney made me feel so at home, i even knew the places and history of it before it was mentioned to us. The liberty and serene, still freshly embedded in my memory, left such a great impact and impression that im almost certain that i'll one day make Sydney my true home. But well, too early to dream about it, forget about even thinking.

Ive made and lost friends at Sydney. If its destiny, i believe i cant do much to shape it. Although, i do believe that theres always a fair trade for pleasure. The truth is, i doubt about the fairness of it all.

The competition was great, and for the first time, i felt so elated on stage. Not forgetting the competition back then in Esplanade, which i held celebrations on early 2007. The medal is beside me, ever watching over me when i sleep. Did i mention about the dust? Nevermind, lets not spoil the mood.

After coming home, seeing my friends again, i felt so old. Its as if ive been gone for almost a year! Thats the difference 9 days made, and its not the 9 days, its Sydney. Yes, thats the answer. Time fly so elegantly over there, while time in Singapore rots away into air and leaking passively from my clock. I was excited to see my friends, fearful that some might be greying or living in the homes. What? Its only 9 days, come on!

Year 3 started out well and smooth like a free fall. Of course, there were its ups and downs. But, overall, it went pretty well for us all, especially for me... somehow. Classes were little, i had plenty of time to myself. Skeptical about the stress, but it turns out that its worthwhile, wasnt it? Honestly, i have to admit that i seriously enjoy DrTan's classes. Call me wierd, but i have actually developed a healthy growth for history. Remember how we use to suffer the pain of this brain tumour caused from excess history homework by DrKan? That disorder has been cured, but somehow still there, only not baleful any longer. She has her ways, nobody is perfect. But she is!

Alright cut the jokes. Believe me, though u might think im lying, but i was really worried for my results. My result slip came a few days late, when everybody was busy wagging their tongues about their good scores while bad ones try to avoid them, i was worrying over mine because of the late arrival. Before i made a call over, my cousin came upstairs with this letter for me. Well, its kinda big, and i knew it before i saw it. It was my results! The form for the school fees were here earlier by two days, which was really stupid. They should bring in the good news, before asking for money! Bad business skills.

I was surprised and certainly enraptured. I was elevating into the sky, afraid that i would disappear into thin air, which seems kinda impossible, i came right back down and told Mom about it. She was glad, not happy. Its hard to explain, just kinda typically my Mom. I scored 3 'A's and 5 'B's. Firstly, the first thing which would capture ur attention would be ur principal study, wouldnt it? Well, that was one of the 'A'. I was shocked that my Counterpoint scored an 'A' too. With a straight record of 'D's for Harmony over the years, its really quite a gigantic cherry for an 'A' on Counterpoint, considering myself a genuine failure in Maths. Lastly, my Vocal and Instrumental Teaching scored an 'A'. Well i deserved that! I vomitted day and night with so much sweat and blood. The effort shows. But im kinda disappointed for a 'B' for my History. Lets just say that i cried out shit for it. Well, its alright, i am very happy.

Recalling what DrTan said, this could be my peak period. Im so dead.

My birthday celebration was fun. We celebrated together and headed to Orchard for some fun. I love the presents of course, and how sincere of Audrey to create this very beautiful... thing for me. I dunno whats it called. And thanks to Mark, Christoven and SiHan for the book. Lastly, thanks to QingLun for my new companion. Good food and good music ensures a good time.

Christmas was plain though. Went out with Jessica that day, and i asked SiHan along. He was feeling wierd though, but it turned out alright. And did i not mention about NoiseSingapore? Well, it was hell of an experience. Working with others isnt something new, but somehow, it seemed different at Noise. Had good and bad times, but like 2007, it brought a smile at the end of the day. Only disappointed to hear some bad comments at the end of everything. But the greatest thing of this project was to know Jessica and learn many new things from her. She is a good mentor, did i mention about the glamour and allure? Not here, next time. And yes, how can i forget? SiHan would remember too. The climax of the day ends with this underwear situation. Well, Jessica and i solved it. Lucky us.

Headed out with Mark, Christoven and Samuel for New Year celebration. Ate by the river, and had a good view of the fireworks, which lasted for eight minutes... i think. It was good view, and probably the best seat too. The table next to ours were really high. It must be drugs. They were noisy like a hundred grenades exploding together, or one by one, they were very enthusiastic, to put it on a lighter note. It was fun! We stayed out late, and had fun over at Mind Cafe. I know, what a place...

It was fun, and i intend to go there some other time. Anyway, its important to see who ur going with. Imagine going there with someone really boring, i'll die. That day, it was perfect. Just nice.

U know what is the worst thing? Remembering people who does not pay u back what they owe u. Worse, for 2 years. I hate to say this, but i have to bitch. Fairul is a disappointing friend. Disappointed in me, or me in him, or vice versa, i dun really care anymore. Im removing this person off my list. Firstly, for being so cajole and candid, probably is the only thing that made him stay in my smiling list. Secondly, his perspective on money can never be changed. He once borrowed money from others to go clubbing. I mean, look, ur in debt, and this indebtedness will shackle u forever if it becomes a habit. Im sure it has already evolved into that stage, especially at such a young age. But well, people like that, Samuel would recall when we're in the toilet, hearing this group of young people talk about money like some blockade to fun and pleasure. Of course! But have they ever though about what is the material, sadly, which brings them the fun that the pursue. In fact, i got my grape and im telling u its sour. My term for fun involves low cash involvement nowdays. Better if they're free. As for others, the journey to high upkeep with low resources has just begun.

If ur reading this, u might also consider the fact that im actually talking about u. No hiding from the truth. If one lies to himself, its unfortunate that the lie would be louder than others to be believed. However, pride is always the earpiece which blocks the drums. I admit that ive walked out from the pits of pride and avarice.

Say bye to dirts no more, get Dynamo. Thats my resolution, which maps out a few other secrets. Enjoy.