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Thursday, December 26, 2013

unearthing unexpected memories can sometimes elicit the most startling of responses...

to you, the NTU girl, i hope that wherever you are, you will be happy. i know that you are in a much better place than before, and i hope this lasts.

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Wednesday Apr 6, 2011
It is the same old story isn't it? Two people who loved yet could never be together.
Now that’s mine.

I met him at this event. He got to know me when his friends tried playing a prank on him and teased him by bringing him up to me. At that moment, a social butterfly like me was too engrossed in the conversations with his friends that I overlooked this shy-looking boy beside, blushing.

We exchanged contacts, and soon to realise he’s my sister’s school-mate and they were heading to Hong Kong together in a month’s time. Just to cut it short, we were the ones who found the right person at the wrong time. We started out purely as friends, and none of us were looking at a relationship. I was entering University in four months’ time, and he was enlisting to army in half a year. Nothing seemed favourable for us in the long term. So we had this push-pull affair, when we could not resist having the strong emotional attachment through our long hours of phone calls, yet held back with the control of our logical minds. We had this amazing chemistry between the both of us, something that struck us during our first phone conversation, when we talked for hours non-stop. It was as though we were long-lost friends. We shared our past. We never judged. We were honest and frank with each other. We could read each other’s minds, like completing each other’s sentences even. Yes that was how it went. Soon, we talked on the phone every single day for a few months, yet we seldom met up. We never truly dated. We used to be comfortable with how things had been going.

Till I began to feel insecure, incomplete, I needed him more and more each day. I became so afraid to lose him, that someday when I wake up, he may be gone. No matter how much he tried to reassure me or convince me, I never believed, I didn't dare to. After all, we were not an official couple. I was nothing to him, except that we knew deep down inside we were. Four months like these passed. And this ambiguous affair started to drive us crazy. It turned out to be a psycho routine, one with love and hurt, coming together and letting go. Soon, we were sick of this relationship, but not sick of each other. We knew what was best for us, that was to let go and set each other free. Yet I was not ready, never seemed to be. And he stayed by my side all these while, waiting for someday that I could be strong and handle everything myself, before he could leave.

We shared our dreams. We believed in each other more than we did in ourselves. He swore he would be the ‘legend’, to enter my course in University one day. And I would become the ‘miracle’ and be the top student in my University. Yes you were right. We had similar goals in life. He was passionate in journalism like how I was in Public Relations. He loved writing, especially after picking up freelancing projects to build up his portfolio. I loved talking to all sorts of people. That was how we clicked, so well.

Then again, we knew this had to stop and it was not bringing us any further. We were just hurting each other. It was too much to handle. No matter how hard it seemed, eventually he let me go. Yes he did. He left me, completely helpless. I died of love in his shadow. Broken. Incomplete. Empty. Yet we knew, this fateful day would arrive, someday. So I picked myself up and swore to do well at my University, lead a fulfilling life- even without him. He did what he had to- enlisted into the army, braved through the dark stormy nights and dirty muds. We did the best we could.

We were beautiful. Though it was a short five months, I swore it was one of the best moments in my life. We never kissed. We never touched. Not even a real hug. We kept a distance, to find ourselves getting closer. He took up the challenge of time. He claimed he would come back for me one day when he was ready for me, for a serious relationship, when he found his path in life. I never truly believed this. And now all I hoped was that it'd be real. Yet no one knew. No matter how much I tried to gain reassurance from my dearest friends, no one could give me an answer, that he would come back. “If it was meant to be, it will be” And that was all I had got.

Three months later, we talked again, just before attending my sister’s 21st birthday bash. It was amazing how we talked like we never truly left each other. We were still all the same, the things we teased each other about, the way we giggled, the way we used to be. Nothing had changed, and I was just thankful.

It was pretty hard for me to trust him wholeheartedly like I did in the first place again. After all, he was the one who hurt me so deeply. He left me, all alone, when I needed him the most. It was fear holding me back. And the reluctance to believe in our future again. I built a wall around me. He had to prove it to me this time round. I fought hard enough for him, and now it was time for him to do the same.

Yet again, something happened. And I broke down in front of him again. I could never stay strong in front of him. It felt like all those previous months of gaining independence and cold were all shattered within a few days, just like that. I could not resist his voice. I found comfort within him. He was there for me, as he said he would always be. He told me he had so much to say, yet he could not. And that he believed I would find someone better whom I deserved someday. I just listened. There was nothing else for me to say, nothing I could do. I could not make him stay. No.

Soon, he disappeared out of my life again. I expected it. We chose this path. It had been a tough journey to get us here. We could not afford to turn back anymore. We could just go on and see where we could go.

Yet we were beautiful.

He is the most amazing guy I ever met in my entire lifetime. No matter what happens in future, I know he will always have a special place in my heart. All I wish is the best for him and that he can find happiness in his life. For me, I am truly grateful for his existence in my life, and knowing that is bliss. I am thankful for everything he taught me, to have ever experienced love, to have found him.

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3:34 PM

Friday, November 09, 2012


Dear Fork,
I understand that we haven't spoken since I ran away with dish, but I thought you should know that you have a son. His name is spork. He has your hair.
Sincerely,
Spoon
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Dear Noah,
We could've sworn you said the ark wasn't leaving till 5.
Sincerely,
Unicorns
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Dear Windshield Wipers,
Can't touch this.
Sincerely,
That Little Triangle
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Dear Students,
I know when you're texting.
Sincerely,
No one looks down at their crotch and smiles
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Dear 6,
Please stop spreading rumours about me eating 9. You shouldn't be talking. I hear you guys do some pretty nasty things.
Sincerely,
7.
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Dear Yahoo,
I've never heard anyone say, "I don't know, let's Yahoo! it..." Just saying...
Sincerely,
Google
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Dear Boyfriend,
I can make your girlfriend scream louder than you can.
Sincerely,
Spiders
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Dear J.K. Rowling,
Your books are entirely unrealistic. I mean, a ginger kid with two friends?
Sincerely,
Anonymous
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Dear Rubik's Cube,
Done!
Sincerely,
Colourblind

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1:17 PM

Monday, November 05, 2012




switch off all the lights, lean back and enjoy this one.

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9:50 PM

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

here's my absolute most favourite quote in the world:

the boy who reads knows most the significance of an end. he has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

...

and another one, because i'm feeling rather generous today:

a certain darkness is needed to see the stars

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9:55 PM

Saturday, October 13, 2012


I remember receiving the email from an "Alicia Nikkolette Lee". It was sparsely worded, brief and to the point:

We would like to invite you down for an interview on the 27th of August, 2.30pm at our office. Please reply and confirm if you are able to make it. Please also bring along your resume, certificates and portfolio (if any).


I was having my dinner at that time, chicken briyani - and immediately stopped. The only word to describe my feeling when I received that email - thrilled. Sure, when I looked back, there wasn't much cause for happiness. Only an internship, and no confirmation that it'd lead to a permanent position. But for someone whose writing career consisted solely of self-sought freelance jobs and numerous cold calls, I was really pleased. NYLON, after all, was (still is) the magazine to work for, the emblem of cult, fashion, music and all things good - though it was mainly catered to the female market. But I didn't mind that in the slightest.

I wound up leaving my meal untouched, though I tried in vain not to. It's a feeling you've probably experienced before, the same one that keeps you up at night before a big day you're looking forward to, the one that accompanies the discovery that there really is someone out there in this world capable of loving you (and not just as a friend).

It may come a bit late after four weeks into the job, but I want to experience that feeling again. That triumphant kind of joy, the kind that truly makes you feel alive and brings new meaning to the word "passion".

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10:12 PM

Sunday, January 29, 2012

spent cny chu 七 with the 0701 clique. haven't seen them for the longest time and i managed to get some advice from shirlene about murdoch uni. its always been my top choice for a private uni for comms, since i've heard from many that murdoch's comms programme is one of the stellar ones - even in australia. i did consider uni buffalo but the only reason why i'd choose it is because of the social life: its very similar to poly life and probably something i'd be able to cope with easily. however, i don't want to make my uni choice based on something as superficial and unimportant as social life. that's why i'm leaning towards murdoch, ive been to the place, been to the talks, its really a serious environment there where no one really wastes their time. quick in quick out. that's why their degree programme is only 16 months - you compromise a lot of things just to get your cert in that amount of time.

so right now its between rmit professional comm., buffalo's comm or murdoch's comm dbl major with marketing. ideally i'd like to get into rmit, it's balanced between speed (2 years) and social life (based in sim). the only thing stopping me from murdoch is the location. kaplan isn't probably the place i'll meet similar minded people. so for the confused, let me lay it out here more concisely...

rmit professional comm. - 2 years. based in sim.
buffalo comm. - 3 years (can be 2.5years based on exempted modules). based in sim.
murdoch comm & marketing - 16 months. kaplan wilkie edge.

there's also the army question...if i go for buffalo or murdoch, i shouldn't have any issue heading to brunei and getting my deferment. however rmit will be tricky, need to check if i can do an official early deferment.

last but not least, still going to try for ntu and nus' mass comm. wanted to kick myself when i found out that nus actually offers a mass comm major through their arts and social sciences faculty. actually spent the last year thinking that of all the local unis only ntu had mass comm. didnt do my homework properly.

uni education, serious business.

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11:29 PM

Monday, January 16, 2012

these few days have left me pretty breathless.

in them, i have found myself slowly forging my plans for the future. went for IDP on saturday and applied for several universities - g8 ones, of course. they are all part of my plan for further education - needless to say, covering all bases is of paramount importance.

perhaps the limited time i have in the civilian world has deepened this sense of urgency to succeed, and succeed fast. even if i do fail, i want to fail fast. time is not on my side and i'm finally admitting to myself that i've spent way too much time concentrating on the wrong things.

despite all this serious business going on, i did find the time to catch up with some good old television. it's been a while since i last caught a drama - fringe was the last - but this latest one, suits, really made me sit up and finish the entire thing within a few days. granted it only has one season, but i really loved the show. it was filled with witty, intelligent yet funny dialogue and most importantly it didn't stagnate. it was relevant. it's a show about lawyers, you could say it's nothing close to what i'll ever do in the future, but the content was so thought provoking i couldn't stop watching. do catch it - swear it will be worth your time.

thats all i have for this week, entering this week with nothing but my fingers crossed. hope y'all have a good month ahead!

p.s. i'm kidding with the y'all, i know no one reads this blog anymore. probably like one or two, and they're probably stalkers. hello! -waves-

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12:01 AM

Friday, January 13, 2012

first thing after booking in to camp this morning

CROSSFIT:
FILTHY FIFTY

50 x pullup
50 x 20 pound wall ball
50 x knees to elbows
50 x burpees
25 x 15kg push press
50 x box jumps
50 x lunges
50 x back extensions
50 x 16kg kettlebell swing

complete for time

time taken: 57min24sec

followed by a packet of changi v nasi lemak for breakfast.

if this isn't a precedent i don't know what else is. feeling pretty killer now. we have our 2nd year ippt test this upcoming wednesday, time to get my second round of 200 bucks.

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11:01 AM

Monday, January 09, 2012

post #02

hello world!

so like i said, minimally one post a week. here's the second one. unfortunately though it has only been two weeks into 2012, ive been getting terribly lazy (something to do with enjoying the holidays and all that), so here's a thought-provoking article i chanced upon for your enjoyment :)

i didnt write this, and its apparently from a letter written to Today newspaper addressing a social commentary made by its writers. good read though.

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I AM as Rafflesian/Raffles Girls’ School (RGS)/’elite’ as they come. My father was a Raffles Institution boy; I went through Raffles Girls’ Primary School (RGPS), RGS, then Raffles Junior College, then on to the National University of Singapore, boarding at Raffles Hall. My sisters went through much the same route. My little girls are in RGPS.

I recognise the syndrome Ms Sandra Leong talks about (‘Scoring high in grades but not in values’, last Saturday). I live it, breathe it. Most of my friends are like me, graduates. Most of us live in landed property, condominiums or minimally, executive condos or five-room flats. None of us talks about making ends meet, or how we must turn down medical treatment for our aged parents because we cannot find the money.

But I will add to her essay: that those traits, that aura is not unique to RGS girls. It resonates within a social group, and its aspirants, the well educated or well endowed. I hang out with so many, I have stories by the barrel.

- My doctor friend, non-RGS and one would even say anti-RGS, was shocked when she found out how many As I got in my A levels, since I opted to do an arts degree. In her words, ‘I thought all arts people were dumb, that is why they go to arts’. Her own family boasts only doctors and lawyers – she said they would never contemplate any other profession – and by implication, all other professions are below those two.

- A church-mate who lived in a landed property in District 10 – definitely not an RGS girl, and I venture to guess, not even a graduate – once, in all sincerity and innocence, prayed for all those who had to take public transport and live in HDB flats, for God to give them strength to bear these trials.

- Another friend, also non-RGS and a non-graduate, shudders when she recounts the few months she lived in an HDB flat. And that was a five-room flat. Imagine the culture shock if she had lived in a three-room flat.

I continue to meet people who never visit hawker centres, who wonder why the poor people do not work harder to help themselves, who fret if their children do not get into the Gifted Education Programme (reserved for the top 1 per cent of nine-year-olds).

The pattern repeats itself in the next generation. When my 11-year-old had to go on a ‘race’ around Singapore, using only public transport, the teacher asked for a show of hands on how many had never taken public transport (bus and MRT) before. In a class of 30, five raised their hands. I think if the teacher had asked for those who had taken public transport fewer than 10 times in their young lives, the number would have more than doubled or tripled.

Many of us live in ivory towers. I know I did. I used to think Singapore was pretty much ‘it’ all – a fantastic meritocracy that allowed an ‘HDB child’ from a non-graduate family to make it. I boasted about our efficiency – ‘you can emerge from your plane and be out in 10 minutes’ – and so on.

It was not that I thought little of the rest of the world or other people; it was that I was so ensconced in my cocoon, I just thought little of anything outside my own zone. ‘Snow? Yes, nice.’ ‘Starvation in Ethiopia? Donate $50.’ The wonders of the world we lived in, the sufferings and joys of those who shared this earth were just academic knowledge to me, voraciously devoured for my essays or to hold intelligent conversations at dinner parties.

Then I lived in China for seven years. I looked on in amazement as the skinny tree trunk in front of my yard blossomed and bore pomegranates when spring thawed the ground. And marvelled at the lands that spread east, west, north and south of me as we drove and drove and drove, and never ended. I became friends and fans of colleagues and other Chinese nationals, whom so many Singapore friends had warned me to be wary of.

I realised it was not the world and other people who were limited in their intellect, in their determination, in their resourcefulness; it was me and my world views which were limited. I also know full well that if I had stayed in Singapore, in my cushy job, comfortable in my Bukit Timah home, I would have remained the same – self-sufficient. I had always believed that if I put my mind to it, I could achieve anything. For example, I used to look at sick people and root: ‘Fight with all your willpower, and you will recover.’ And when they did not, I’d think they had failed themselves. I, like Ms Leong, believed ‘mental dexterity equated strength of character and virtue’.

But those years in China taught me terrible lessons on loneliness. I learnt that money (an expatriate pay package) and brains (suitcases of books) did not make me happier than my maid who cycled home to her family every night in minus 20 deg C on icy roads to a dinner of rice and vegetables. The past few years, I have known devastating loss and grief so deep I woke up in the morning and wondered how the sun could still shine and people could go on with their lives.

And so perhaps I have learnt the humility I lacked. Humility about how small I am in the whole schema of things. About how helpless I truly stand, with my intellect in my hands, with my million-dollar roof over my head. To remember, in the darkest valleys of my journey, it was not Ayn Rand or other Booker list authors who lifted me, but the phone calls, the kindness of strangers, that made each day a little less bleak.

And perhaps finally, to really see other people, and understand – not deflect, nor reflect their anger and viewpoints, but see their shyness, pain, struggles, joys. Just because I was ‘fortunate enough’ to have trawled the bottom levels. And perhaps that is the antidote to the oft unwitting elitism so many of us carry with us.

Sim Soek Tien (Ms)

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2:36 PM

Monday, January 02, 2012

i told myself to commit to an entry on new years eve/day but by the time i opened up the new post button - it is 2nd january and midnight has passed.

so, resolutions.

fuck resolutions.

i don't believe in them. i used to, every year, til not too long ago when i realised that it is pure and utter bullshit. the thing you're supposed to be gunning for instead of resolutions, are habits. very simple, very easy to achieve. not talking about big changes or anything, just small ones. baby steps. once a habit is cultivated, everything else will fall into place.

for 2012, i resolve to write an entry on this blog weekly. starting from this one, of course. more is good, but at the very minimum, weekly. it's going to be a challenge, especially when i'm in the army and we only get like what, 1 day off a week now (long story behind that), but i'm sure its sustainable. my writing has become rather rusty of late, the practice is lacking. recently went for another film review with the mother - it's a film based off a tvb hk triad show, and here it is for your judgement. sometimes when writing these things, i tend to forget i'm writing for an audience and instead get carried away with inserting fanciful catchphrases, crafting the overall look of the article...i should focus on meaningful content instead.

2012, be good. whatever doesn't kill me...better start running.

TURNING POINT 2: LAUGHING GOR RETURNS
by Thompson Wong

Fans of The Academy franchise and the celebrated TV series Emergency Unit (E.U.) would invariably be looking forward to Turning Point 2, which directly picks off after the events of the TV series. For the uninitiated, “Laughing Gor” (Michael Tse), a character in the show, is a legendary undercover cop with a difference - he was originally a triad member before he had joined the force. In fact, he was a senior triad member who was only revealed in later E.U. episodes to be undercover. His eventual death sparked outrageous cries among fans - attracting more than 120,000 users to his Facebook group. Even his supposed comeback in the final episode could not quell their unhappiness – hence the spin-off into his very own TV series Lives of Omission and the Turning Point films.

The film itself does not disappoint at all, capitalising on the explosive pace of its predecessors and plunging viewers into its rich plot right from the opening scene. Truth be told, I went inside the theatre without any knowledge of the TV series themselves, yet managed to appreciate the dense storyline - a thickly woven social tapestry chock-full with many thought-provoking philosophical questions. The film itself is like one of the many bullets fired from the numerous guns in the film. It hurtles relentlessly - almost at a breakneck speed - that will leave viewers little time to ponder or digest the content. This proves a double edged sword, especially for viewers that have not caught the previous instalments of the "Laughing Gor" series. The directing of Herman Yau also ensures that opinions on the plot are sharply polarised - it can be seen as convoluted, yet ambitious.

For a show titled after himself, the main man is hardly a commanding presence onscreen, sharing the limelight with other characters that raise more questions than the actual plot itself, like Carmen (Janice Man) and Officer Yeung (Jin Au-Yeung), who can be seen as simply being allocated too much screen time for their bit-part roles. On the other side of the acting scale, Tse's other co-stars constantly threaten to tip theirs in the limelight with their performances. Characters like Fok Tin Yam (Francis Ng) and Tai Chit (Chapman To) particularly deserve a nod, firmly cementing their places with incisive acting and delivery.

Despite the title, "Laughing Gor" is a film that will elicit few laughs, as it is nothing but a masterful crime thriller that at its best, rivals the grand dame of all Hong Kong crime thrillers - Infernal Affairs - and at its worst, a startlingly compelling tale which would have done better had more attention be paid to plot development. "Laughing Gor" himself isn't laughing, and with good reason too. It is well worth paying admission for a film that will challenge one's own values and beliefs and spark discussion long after the credits have scrolled - something movie buffs will surely appreciate.

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12:10 AM

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Her Strongest Yet
Kelly Clarkson, quite possibly the sole surviving star in American Idol history, debuts with her latest effort Stronger. Thompson Wong fills you in.

If there's anything we've learnt from Ms. Clarkson over the years, it is the fact that apart from being one of those impossibly talented singers, she can be summed up in a single word: timeless. The very first American Idol (and let's be honest, still easily the best) has also maintained her record as the most successful winner, even after the popular reality show churned out eleven different winners after her. In fact, Kelly is showing absolutely zero signs of slowing down nor star fatigue - something remarkably impressive considering that it's been nearly a decade since her burst into showbiz. In fact, reality show junkies will know that it is common knowledge that people who achieve fame through this method almost always tend to fizzle out as swiftly as their ascent - but Kelly has proven otherwise thus far. Why?

MOMENTUOUS

For the forgetful, the singer first stamped her official mark on the industry by debuting with 2003's Thankful, a tight collection featuring safe, formulaic tracks – yet anchored by glimpses of her true talent in soulful balladry (“Anytime”) and heartfelt R&B sing-alongs (“Just Missed The Train). The runaway success of her album singles then began to crank the gears of what would be one of the most defining records of the naughties: 2004's Breakaway. It is unlikely that anyone has forgotten tracks like the electrifying “Behind These Hazel Eyes” and “Since U Been Gone”, that truly steered away Kelly's association with Idol and propelled her into solid star territory. Choosing to break away (pun unintended) from the carefully crafted pop-mold of her past, the highlight of 2007's My December were the self-penned soul baring, hard hitting rock tracks that her record label publicly didn't choose to endorse – Sony BMG label head Clive Davis had openly proclaimed his lack of faith in the album's ability to succeed. Yet Kelly, as characteristically strong-willed in person as with her songs, persisted – scoring hits including “Never Again” and “Sober”. In 2009, Kelly then returned with her fourth album All I Ever Wanted. This time it was a smash hit, with radio-friendly anthems (“My Life Would Suck Without You”, “I Do Not Hook Up”) the defining sound of the album.

POWERHOUSE

Most albums are defined by several choice picks, and Kelly's latest effort is no stranger to this. For the time-strapped, Stronger can be summed up in three major moments. “Honestly”, a haunting exercise in awe-inspiring singing, led with Kelly's pitch perfect vocals, illuminates the way through a dark, chilly piano-led background. Defined by her ability to balance sheer vocal power and delicate lyrical emotion, the croons of “Could you love somebody like that?/Could you attract someone like that?” will draw shivers down your spine – simply because it is such a departure from Kelly's usual sound and more importantly, it works for the singer. There are certain songs that will cement a singer's popularity with her existing fans while simultaneously creating new ones, and “Dark Side” is one of those songs. From the ingeniously unusual toy box introduction to the signature hard hitting chorus (“Everybody’s got a dark side/Do you love me?/Will you love mine?”), the track simply has vintage Kelly written all over it, with the the signature sound of Breakaway melding perfectly with the brilliance of My December. Set above a cool stream of synthesizers, Stronger‘s title track is also easily the album’s most instantaneous, explosive anthem: “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, stand a little taller, doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone,” Kelly howls as the song lurches into its massive, fist-pumping chorus. It is the kind of song that will unite a crowd in the concert – easy to sing, relatable, and just plain catchy. “Stronger” is Stronger‘s strongest, most empowering moment: a fitting tribute to songs that are superior both lyrically and musically.

LIVING PROOF

It is without a doubt that Stronger has proven an absolute victory, and the powerhouse singer has shown her ability to remain as flawless as she ever did 9 years ago. Kelly’s rich, melodic vocals has continued to set her apart from bit-part female singers, and placed her amongst the top singers of our time – think singers like Whitney, Celine and Mariah – sans ego. Kelly is, essentially, the non-diva diva. The tired music industry has gradually turned itself from an outlet of emotional outpouring to one that is purely focused on commercial, money-money hits that encourages more head-bopping than meaningful content. Yet Kelly has managed to set herself apart from the mass-market anthems today, holding strong and steady to the same notion of self-empowerment she has harnessed since her debut. Wholeheartedly living up to its title, Stronger is nothing but a testament to Kelly's undeniable talent in vocal mastery and musical brilliance.

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7:12 PM

Saturday, November 19, 2011



You're in control, is there anywhere you wanna go?
You're in control, is there anything you wanna know?
The future's for discovering
The space in which we're travelling
From the top of the first page
To the end of the last day
From the start in your own way
You just want somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are

Under the surface trying to break through
Deciphering the codes in you
I need a compass, draw me a map
I'm on the top, I can't get back

Whoa whoa

The first line on the first page
To the end of the last page
From the start in your own way
You just want somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are

You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
Oh, you just want somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are

Is there anybody out there who
Is lost and hurt and lonely too
Are they bleeding all your colours into one?
and if you come undone
As if you've been run through
Some catapult it fired you
You wonder if your chance will ever come
Or if you're stuck in square one

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7:19 PM

Monday, November 14, 2011

Greyson Chance, Live in Singapore!
by Thompson Wong

Enchancers all over the island flocked to St. James Power Station on 13th November for Greyson Chance's first ever showcase held in Singapore. To the uninitiated, Greyson bears an uncanny resemblance to Justin Bieber, but the similarities end there. Dressed in a simple brown jacket, blue jeans, Greyson settled quickly into business with the soulful opening track "Unfriend You."

Accompanied with nothing but his signature black piano, the singer then proceeded to launch himself through love ballads fresh from his debut album release Hold On 'til the Night. With seemingly effortless grace and Adele-esque vocals, Greyson's remarkable ability with the piano was made even more evident in songs like "Home Is In Your Eyes" and "Cheyenne", where he transformed them from regular teen-pop fare to hauntingly heartfelt pleas barely disguised in the form of song. It was apparent that the audience felt exactly the same way as everyone's eardrums were completely annihilated with the non-stop shrieking every time there was a lull in between songs.

Greyson also showed a likeability and maturity that belied his age as he repeatedly struggled with a faulty microphone, reacting in a self-deprecating manner whenever it fell off its stand. "I honestly don't like this microphone," jested Greyson to laughter and even louder lovelorn cries from the females in the crowd.

The adoration from his fans was the clearest in a cover of Lady Gaga's Paparazzi, the very song that shot him to fame, when Greyson held a sustained note with nothing but sheer vocal power - driving everyone wild and cheering madly on. Ending his performance with his debut single "Waiting Outside The Lines", Greyson finally departed the stage to delirious cheers.

It might be easy to attribute Greyson's down-to-earth nature and sincerity to the relatively short time he has spent in the spotlight, but the undeniable fact is that the singer is made of real stuff, both inside and out. You'll doubt the authenticity of his love songs (given the fact that he's only 14 years old), but Greyson will ultimately manage to win you over with nothing but refreshing sincerity and a startlingly humble demeanor that is absent in too many accomplished stars these days.

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1:25 AM

Saturday, November 05, 2011


me knocking down a recruit

when was the last time i posted a picture up here?

this was taken during the first turnout drill for the recruits. at exactly 2.50am, all of us kicked their bunk door open and shouted at them to dress in full battle gear and fall in within 5 minutes.

sleepy-eyed, they complied but were dreadfully slow - so we punished them over and over again. marched 5km to changi beach, where they had to put on blindfolds and crawl on the sand towards the sea. they got scared and once again, we duly punished them until they were on the verge of tears. then they waded into the sea until chest level and removed the blindfolds. at that exact moment, the sunrise began to creep above the horizon.

all this simply to mark the end of their physical training phase and for them to experience a mere glimpse into the horrific deaths sustained in the sook ching massacre:

"The current site of the popular Changi Beach Park was the site of one of the most brutal killings in Singapore's history. On 20 February 1942, 66 Chinese males were lined up along the edge of the sea and shot by the military police. The beach was the first of the killing sites of the Sook Ching massacre"

interesting touch to an otherwise lackluster end of phase training.

next, BMT.

i need more batteries to survive.

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Sunday, October 30, 2011

21st.

i feel i should dedicate a long, long post chronicling my thoughts on it, my goals, milestones, hopes, dreams, fears about it. it almost seems like an obligation.

but this blog is for penning down my thoughts in the now.

i don't feel any different, being 20 and 21. birthdays have always been mundane affairs, kind of like how you celebrate something for the sake of it, not because you truly felt a literal, momentous shift in your age. truth be told, i don't feel like i've aged past 16 - simply because in my story, life went on - not up. i've always maintained the fact that your age simply reflects your choices and actions in life, which in turn is affected by your maturity level. unfortunately, the very fact that life is moving way too quickly has also slowed down my perception of age. has it really been 21 years since i was born?

or perhaps it isn't about life moving quickly, but the days themselves. each day seems to begin and end in a blur. whole months can disappear into thin air. it's scary even trying to imagine myself being 40. have i done what i wanted to do? am i on the right track now? each day, every day, am i making a conscious effort to move a step closer to my dreams? if not, then when?

these are the questions which plague me every day.

but i am only human. there are only 24 hours in a day.

i tire.

i do not run on batteries.

still, i must strive on.

p.s. it really helps that i have a ukulele now. time spent with that instrument is like chicken soup for the soul

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9:37 PM

Thursday, October 27, 2011

can you say song of 2011?


Hydrogen in our veins, it cannot hold itself, my blood is boiling
And the pressure in our bodies, that echoes up above, it is exploding
And our particles that burn, it is all because they yearn for each other
And although we stick together, it seems that we are stranging one another

See it on me love
See it on me love
See it on me love
(Strangeness and Charm)

An atom to atom oh can you feel it on me love
A pattern to pattern oh can you see it on me love
Atom to atom oh what's the matter with me love

The static from your arms, it is a catalyst
You're a chemical that burns, there is nothing like this
It's the purest element, but it's so volatile
An equation heaven sent, and you'll forever inject

Feel it on me love
Feel it on me love
Feel it on me love
(Strangeness and Charm)

See it on me love
See it on me love
See it on me love
(Strangeness and Charm)

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11:19 PM

Sunday, October 16, 2011

so this month was pretty crazy.

haven't slept in my own bed for 3 weeks with weekend duties. i finally checked out h&m, its not bad but not exactly that stellar either. out of all the new discoveries this month i preferred the experience of wolfing down ippudo's akamaru kasaneagi ramen. that dish is unbelievable. now i have to check out marutama and santouka @ central to really decide which is the best ramen of all time in singapore.

apart from that life has been pretty crazy. i rediscovered plenty of things i'd thought i'd forgotten, and racked up a huge bill for it too. done some straight up psychedelically fun shit in camp too - some might call it cheap thrills - but i'd go mad if i were to stand still and take in all the bullshit the organization has thrown at me recently.

also found out a good haunt in singapore, i dont have the time to really explore the place but from what i can see it looks pretty good. just one hour weekly in that building really calms me down. and of course, if it is a building with a huge graffiti motif of a woman with a mustache, it cant go wrong.

been running on short sleep and weary bones of late but i hope not for much longer

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8:48 PM

Sunday, September 04, 2011

hands itching

i haven't replied maryann's and the dude from in2it's emails, i know i can write but i can't commit. i haven't been home on a single night on saturday for the past 4 weeks. things need to slow down for a bit.

recruits are coming in on thursday, i'll be confined for 2 weeks in camp with them while they're training. i still haven't given much thought to what kind of section commander i'll like to be. harsh? strict? talk cock? :/ i'm totally psyched to finally be able to lead a group of men, but also secretly nervous.

21st looming and i also have absolutely no clue what to do. already celebrated my 20th last year (first birthday celebration mind you!) and army is draining all my time away. its such a pity. what ever happened to huge birthday celebrations with tons of gifts and merrymaking with friends, now you're more likely to get facebook notifications than real wishes, real calls and meetups. i followed a twitter account that churns out einstein quotes and one of them went "It has become appallingly clear that our technology has surpassed our humanity." how true

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9:41 PM

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Things I Learnt This Week

1) Don't ever wear denim shirts to bbqs. They just don't work.

2) Being high profile is only a good thing if you can handle it.

3) There are times when the only choices you have left are bad ones.

4) B-52 is a very, very delicious shot. I need more of that good stuff and less hard liquor.

5) It was nice being summer addicts for a while......

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3:34 PM

Saturday, August 20, 2011

song spamming again!



love olivia ong to bits.


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10:17 AM

Friday, August 12, 2011

finished this at 1am last night...i'm not proud of it, but for record's sake..

By Thompson Wong
12 Aug 2011

It's hard to describe a film that essentially mashes together two wildly different movie genres together, especially when they're from the opposite side of the spectrum - the American Western element of cowboys and the science-fiction element of extraterrestrials - but that's exactly what director Jon Favreau, last known for his smash hits in the two Iron Man movies, has come up with. Well, kind of.

Given Cowboys & Alien's inherently unusual premise, you'd think that the characters in the film would be equally out of this world as well. Not so. The film wastes no time in introducing us to Jake Lonergan (Daniel Craig), the classic strong and silent loner (pun unintended) who wakes up remembering nothing, with a mysterious metal bracelet shackled to his wrist. After wandering into the local town of Absolution for answers, he then chances upon rich spoilt brat Percy Dolarhyde (Paul Dano), the son of an influential cattleman Colonel Woodrow (Harrison Ford). Throw in Sheriff Taggart (Keith Carradine), who subsequently recognizes Lonergan as a wanted criminal. And of course, don't forget the beautiful damsel Ella Swanson (Olivia Wilde), who also steps in with an agenda of her own.

All these characters, though one-dimensional in nature, are thankfully well executed by their actors. Craig, with all his billowing forearms and rock-chiseled body, puts in an equally solid shift as the main hero. Ford is no slouch too, starting on the track as a potential villain - but ending up as one of the more reliable members of Craig's alien-busting team.

It is far too easy for Cowboys to descend into a campy B-grade flick once the insectoid-like aliens appear with blue-hued weaponry and all, but Favreau keeps a tight leash on the events that unfold - providing enough pace to keep the story going, yet maintaining the suspension of disbelief that accompanies such an unconventional tale. Having said that, Cowboys & Aliens doesn't manage to elevate the imagination or story potential expected of such a genre pairing - instead it ends on a somewhat bewildering note that leaves more questions than answers for its viewers. However, for those merely looking for a popcorn flick to while your time away - Cowboys does do the trick - albeit a little sloppily.

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Tuesday, August 09, 2011

too tired, too much on my mind. i'm going to close the door on this one.

need to find the right doors to open - after all, there's only so many doors you can open in 24 hours :/

anyway, been listening to alot of ellie goulding. she looks like a grown up version of luna lovegood from the harry potter books. her music, i love...very haunting and melodic and vulnerable all at once

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12:08 AM

Monday, August 08, 2011

"There I was - supposed to be feeling happy that I'd get to spend a Friday night having dinner with you. Supposed to be happy about how you were opening up about your hopes and fears to me. But the only thing on my mind was the intense urge to neatly tuck away that stray fringe of yours."

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Wednesday, August 03, 2011



it's been 4 weeks, but i finally got to see the mother. she jetsetted off to europe tripping the light fantastic...conquered paris, italy, barcelona, other cities and countries i'd kill to be in but can't remember the names. there was even pompeii, i remember studying that in secondary school. her 4-6page long daily sms updates kept me going as i picture her having fun, probably the most she's ever had.

then right before she comes back, i'm off for my own overseas adventure - to pulau tekong, where we underwent a final field camp before our men, who come in as recruits in september. truth be told, the first two days were the worst, where we navigated for close to 15 hours nonstop, slept from 2 to 3am then got turned out again because of horrible night navigation skills and set off at 4am again to renavigate.

the other days passed by in a breeze, save for the last day where we had to crawl through drains filled chest high in mudwater and then continue crawling on sandy ground. it was also really nostalgic doing our summary exercise in BMTC school 4, i literally walked past my BMT company - i was doing the fitness and weapon competency stations with my buddy - while the recruits were a short distance away doing dumbbell drills and running around the tracks. it's been such a long time since i was in their shoes myself.

still, no matter what happened during field camp, i'm damn glad i managed to survive - especially the navigation component. R.I.P. to the dude who didn't make it. i hope your soul rests well in heaven...do watch over your parents, these are trying times. no parent ever deserves to send their son off to NS and get him back in a coffin.

I am my mother's only one
It's enough

I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore
Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns
Reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

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9:50 AM

Saturday, July 23, 2011

so yesterday was our IPPT test.

it's something like a fitness conditioning test for your body - similar to the NAPFA test but with more demanding standards. as a soldier, we're required to take it regularly, but i'd only managed a silver so far.

the station that pulled me down was always the 2.4KM run. to clinch that elusive gold, you need to attain a minimum timing of 9min44secs and below. during my sergeant cadet days, i clocked 9.45 and 9.46 timings which was, needless to say, extremely frustrating.

from experience, getting a gold timing is no mean feat. you literally need to sprint from start to finish, and though the run is short, your mind and body always tend to be pushed to the limit. you always end up finishing the run feeling like you left your stomach on the floor, and your legs end up like jelly.

yesterday wasn't any different. but the circumstances surrounding it were.

never in my whole army life of taking ippt test had i had a captain running alongside me through the last 1.2km, literally shouting, encouraging and prodding me on. it was super stressful, because when i first started the run i was a little out of breath and worried i couldnt make it. but this guy, heck, he's a true role model. we shouted and screamed (albeit me with a little less vigour eheh) our way to the finish line...and out of the cohort, i managed to finished in 8th place: only the top 9 got the gold.

it was extremely touching, i don't know how to put it in words. after the run, i was heaving and panting and generally feeling like a total jelly. this dude then went to ask me "did you make it?" and when i responded i didnt know, he went to check. when he found out i made it, we both shouted and gave each other the most awesome handshake/fist bump.

this feeling, i'll never forget. i can't describe it at all, and even recounting it now i know i didnt do the experience justice. all i know is, i want to be a leader like him to my men.

superf***ng inspiring

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10:31 AM

turned down the opportunity to interview jayesslee face to face for a second time....

what

was

i

thinking

SONIA

JANICE

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2:27 AM

Saturday, July 16, 2011

can't say i'm not enjoying sergeant life.

i'll be monologuing (if that is even a word) about my future sergeant experiences with tattooed ITE dropouts soon but in the meantime

STAY FOCUSED.


i can smell ntu communication studies not too far away, gotta get that fire back inside. i want to find my future hermione and QUICK

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4:22 PM

Friday, July 01, 2011

i don't know if you realized... but i'm always kind of speechless when i'm around you. i don't know what to say, and whether its the right thing. i can't be myself, because when i see you - it's really godawfully cliche, but you literally take my breath away. not that i show it, of course. it's very frustrating because i feel i can't even concentrate on what we're talking about, relevant or irrelevant. i feel irreverent. i've never felt this way before, truth be told. we've known each other for the longest time and there was even a confession, many many years ago but then we were all young and stupid once.

all i really want to say is...

in life, there will always be a better looking girl and a more attractive guy but i only loved you.

but then again, using the l word isn't the least appropriate given i've hardly experienced it at all

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8:49 PM

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Things I Learnt In The Last 3 Weeks

1) Street stall vendors will stalk you over 70+km just to sell you chilled drinks and food. After that, they'll continue hunting you down over the subsequent days til you're back in camp. It's not a bad thing, but it can be pretty annoying during the times you aren't allowed to buy food. The fact that they can get past our defenses + barbed wire is also kind of funny.

2) The most useful phrase in Thai: ที่พวกเรา - Rao Tee Nai. It means "Where are we?!" We used it countless times during our navigation exercise. Although we did continue getting lost over 10km away from our objective...but that's a story for another day.

3) Thai people make the best Thai tom yum and pad thai. But you probably knew that already.

4) Don't ever complain about Singapore weather until you've been to Thailand.

i. It gets so hot at night that when you're trying to sleep, sweat drips into your ears and keeps you awake until you learn to get used to it.

ii. An average of 5-6 showers a day is very, very common.

iii. Don't bother lying on your bed in the afternoon for a nap, it'll be so warm you end up sweating less than 10 seconds into it. Yes, I actually counted.

5) Appreciate all modern toilets. Shitting in Thai jungles on the 8th day of a 9 day field camp isn't funny when you've endured it for so long.

6) No matter how tough training is, always remind yourself to take a step back and look at the bigger picture. Especially if the bigger picture is filled with gorgeous paddy fields and Kodak moment sunsets.

7) Bathing naked in a room full of guys isn't that disturbing when you're really, really in need of a shower. I thought I had personal space but all that was thrown out of the window after being deprived of a proper shower for 5 days.

8) It's okay to sleep on a 45 degree angle slope.

9) It's okay to dig a hole (shellscrape) in the ground of a 45 degree angle slope after being told repeatedly that you don't need to dig a hole in foreign countries due to cultural sensitivities.

10) It's not okay when you've dug a hole in the 45 degree angle slope and shared it with a friend, only to find out at night that his snoring is
unbelievably loud. And it sounds so exaggerated you actually think he's faking it but he's not. And you have to manually prod him every few minutes to stop the snoring until you fall asleep yourself.

11) I'm too kan chiong for my own good.

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11:40 PM

Sunday, May 15, 2011

fresh food for your ears...enjoy





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12:16 AM

Monday, May 09, 2011

how did you spend mother's day? for me, we did lunch at our local shopping centre followed by some dessert - no frills, just idle chat and catching up. then we went home, watched the king's speech but we only managed an hour before we ended up taking a nap (no thanks to the weather)

as for the more personal stuff...i'm being surrounded by so much hope nowadays it's a little hard not to be intoxicated by the promise of what-ifs and what-could-bes

p.s. did you know when you delete a blackberry messenger contact, the device will prompt you if you want to "Ignore All Future Invitations From This Person"?

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7:17 PM

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go

I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I want to do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn't so

I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I want to do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

What was left when that fire was gone
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And I don't even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So I'm picking up the pieces, now where to begin
The hardest part of ending is starting again

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3:25 AM

Saturday, May 07, 2011

haven't been visiting this space for some time...

anyway, exercise grandslam's finally over. dug a hole in the ground again for the third time in my army life and got attacked by sandflies and mosquitoes all over. thank god i didn't shit in the jungle though. there were also some firsts, we saw a couple of wild boars (more fat than you think) and i discovered how good preserved snacks taste when you're out in the jungle without proper food.

then we reached company line at 11pm, cleaned our rifles until 3am and after all the bathing and unpacking, slept at 4.30. woke up at 6.30 to book out, slept all the way til 4pm and here i am.

as for the overall sergeant course in a whole...it's only a 32km march next tuesday, followed by 3 weeks in thai jungles (i'll be flying off the following sunday) and then we'll finally be home free.

one reason why i'm talking so much about the army (i used to hate army conversations before i enlisted) because not only has it consumed my life with 6 days a week, it has also changed me in many, many ways. part of me is embracing it, but i've become increasingly jaded in recent days and i feel the need to document the process in some tangible way so here i am.

i want to know what i'm really fighting for after so long.

last but not least...i'm really, really tired.



Remember when I caught your eye
you gave me rainbows and butterflies
we did enjoy our happiness?
when our love was over
I was such a mess

I smiled at you
and you smiled back
that's when I knew
there's no turning back
you said you loved me
and I did too
now though it's over
I still love you

you're in my mind
you're in my heart
I wish I knew right from the start
all my friends said you break my heart
A heartbreaker right from the start

I tried to fight it
I tried so hard
and every day
I pray to god
that you and me were meant to be

but you had another
you had a lover

And now is gone
I don't know why
I feel like crying
just want to die
I can't look at you
and you know why
no, I tried so hard
to catch your eye

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10:40 PM

Sunday, April 24, 2011

one of the best films i've watched in a while. it may seem very dark and thriller-ish, but the last scene is otherwise and so poignantly perfect.....

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1:19 AM

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Things I Learnt This Week:

1) Being in the army has made me extremely blur - I'd like to attribute this to months of menial physical work and no mentally challenging stuff, but I know it's no excuse. I've still been writing regularly and being published, and just because you're in the army doesn't mean you don't get the chance to squelch some brain juice. I intend to get rid of this problem once I stop finding excuses for it. Maybe I've not been sleeping well enough.

2) Don't overdrink. Don't overdrink. Don't overdrink

3) River crossing is all kinds of disgusting, but the process of towing yourself across the mucky goo is actually surprisingly pleasant - it's really cooling even. I'm looking forward to doing this for our 32KM Combat Skills Badge test. It'll be a Super Reprieve from the endless marching.

4) 忍

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4:02 PM

Sunday, April 03, 2011

i had one of the scariest dreams in a while.

we were on a date, and i remember trying hard to muster the courage to ask you to be my girlfriend. somehow i knew it wasn't meant to be, but you texted your reply in code, so i was stumped and desperately trying to figure out what you were trying to say. yes and no have different letters, and your code was simply switching one letter for another, so it was easy to figure out your answer based on the total number of letters. 3 for yes, but when i finally gave up and asked you for the code - you gave it to me and i deciphered it: it said 'no'. why the word no was coded in 3 letters remains logical only within dreams, which is why i got so confused.

it's really scary how a simple thought can manifest itself in such realism.

i need to maintain.

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7:35 PM

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Garage Glamorous
by Thompson Wong

Jessica Cornish, also known as Jessie J, might just be the best thing to revive the tired pop music industry yet. Do take a moment to look at the background picture of the Essex singer-songwriter. Spot anything different? That's right, folks. Unlike her British counterparts (think Leona Lewis, Lily Allen, Amy Winehouse, Adele etc.) who have mostly pleasant faces and have safe personalities the pop industry usually prefers sticking to, Jessie is the fresh exception. With her black makeup, bursting swagger and a snarl to match, Jessie brings something actually new to the table. It's been a while since we've been greeted in our faces with such a singer, and well, things look pretty exciting.

STOMP-STOMP, SHE ARRIVED

Parading an intoxicating blend of noise, grungy anthems and stormy lyrics within her music, Jessie might be the kind of girl you'd associate with the bad side of fame. You only need to look at the music video for her hit single "Do It Like A Dude" to start questioning her morals. Yet the 22-year old is no Lindsay Lohan. "I'm not a drinker, I don't smoke and I'm not going to touch drugs," Jessie proclaims.

Is her personality, like many other singers before her, merely a carefully constructed illusion? After all, despite Jessie's rough and tough appearance, not many know that the singer has a history of health problems and even suffered a minor stroke at the tender age of 18. But this isn't the surprising part.

Bouncing back by penning songs for Chris Brown and Justin Timberlake, Jessie found her big break in co-writing, of all songs, Miley Cyrus' "Party In The USA". An odd choice for a bad girl, but it certainly came good for Jessie. Even Justin Timberlake himself has announced that she is "the best singer in the world right now.", and for a songwriter who only found herself a singer in six months, it is news worth smiling about.

SOUND OF 2011

Jessie J isn't always all about female aggression though. Her debut album, Who You Are, features a variety of music that runs the gamut from pretty acoustic ballads to inspiring anthems. "Big White Room" is a case in point - a live recording complete with acoustic guitar and applause that proves Jessie doesn't even need the Auto-Tune on her edgier tracks. Price Tag, a collaboration with singer B.o.B, is another noteworthy track that works wonderfully well.

The cause célèbre for her album however, is the song "Who You Are". It's simply that kind of gem that everyone turns to for a pick-me-up whenever they feel down. "Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart / Tears don't mean you're losing / Everybody's bruising / Just be true to who you are," sings Jessie in her rawest moment yet. Songs like these serve to remind us that Auto-Tune has long overstayed its welcome in the charts and that real, emotional voices still work best.

WHO SHE IS

With her star-studded brushes with fame and songwriting, it might seem that Jessie J has been famous for some time. Not true, as many who've trodden (or attempted to, anyway) on the path of fame will tell you. The real reason why Jessie J rose from nobody to somebody was because she had won the coveted BBC's Sound of 2011 poll, which is basically a contest for new talent. It isn't a mean feat, considering her music had to appeal to 160 artistes, radio hosts and critics, while fending off other competitors from colourful backgrounds - DJs, rappers, YouTube singers and the like.

The Sound Of... poll also boasts a successful profile, with illustrious stars like 50 Cent, Keane, Mika, Corinne Bailey Rae and Ellie Goulding amongst its winning alumni. Jessie should find her future music in safe hands with her talent being so readily acknowledged, though whether she'll go all out and leverage on her bad girl persona is another issue. And speaking of bad girls, does anyone else find her name lacking that oomph that matches her aggressiveness? Jessie isn't a name that cuts it. It should be something more fear-inducing, like... Rebecca Black. But that's a story for another day, folks.

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