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its been 1 month and 11 days.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE.
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well, today was a pretty awesome time in service. something like monthly music drugs. and great company. love most of my team. and on that note, HAPPY NATional DAY and welcome back mr nathaniel phua! finally got to guitar with you on drums again. awesomestuff.

and in the midst of preparation for the IOCs. i honestly can’t to push myself despite the typical singaporean kiasu need to put in 12435% (this is, by far, an extremely unexaggerated estimate) of effort even for a component like IOC. but heh, it’s IB isn’t it?

“IB” would be unsurprisingly screaming in everybody’s head. cause it is in mine. it’s driving me nuts.

today would mark my 1 week countdown to my end of a 6 year journey. there’s alot i am going to miss and will continue to! i really want to catch up with the old man (i heard he’s coming! woots).

hope that all of us made the right choices. we’ll see in a few years down the road. and thanks for making me alot more hard-hearted. i needed to find my decisiveness back.

i need a break, pedals, and a tube amp (church needs one too!)

may i suggest a bogner alchemist 40W toobamp with a 2×12 cab?
http://www.citymusic.com.sg/deals.html

it sounds good, right size, has good toobs, and looks darn sexy.

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mr rinton, mr rinton. reply my emails!

copper and tin.

i could very well dig a gigantic hole, much better than an ostrich, and just bury myself in it. 

the first time i ever cried at a performance, i’ve always told myself never to be disappointed in what we’ve done, but it just seemed different today.

6 years, 31 people, our ardent supporters, seniors, conductors, ex-conductors, friends, expectations, our own targets, have cumulated to this one performance. 

i tried not to believe it until the emperor hugged me.

the cliche that the higher you climb, the harder you’ll fall, smash your face and decimate every single bone in your body, is rearing its ugly head.

but at the end of it, is it not more than my inability to grasp and accept the reality of what happened?  cause i could try find a million and one excuses for myself, but will i do that?

zhanfeng said this illuminating statement: You know you can’t totally blame the judges, cuase you know you screwed up just enough.

sux worse that u can’t totally blame the judges enough cuz u screwed up just enough to blame yourself?

what the emperor said was true. we didnt trust potato enough. we needed to grow up.

then again, did a 6 year preparation for life have to end this way? 
i’m darn tired.

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some dumbcock actually came up to me and asked whether i was disappointed.
retards like him ought to be shot.

who’s wearing ACS socks.

besides the usual antics and questions, two things caught my attention today.

1. the repeated question – “who’s wearing ACS socks?”

2. henry liu’s address,or statement rather, to the student council nominees

delving into the first question as posed by the year 5, can such a question actually gauge a person’s integrity or character in that one instance? it seemed trivial, it spurred my thoughts on whether we select the council on their ability to speak, their misplaced arrogance, or a mere farce of a “popularity contest”.

my guess being half those people on stage with less than a proper heart running for council will get through. no prizes for guessing!.

to prove my point, ask yourself this question:
so what did we learn of the council nominees of the 4th council at the forums today?  

perhaps that they can’t sing the school anthem, or think they’ve already got one foot through the door, and the many empty promises, aliens amongst us who bleed red, blue, gold, cheesy taglines, and at the end of it all?

i dare say we learnt nothing. 

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“leadership is lonely” H.Liu

roots.

opportunities present themselves more often than not, disguised as life’s troubles and woes

but they can sometimes give you opportunities so endearing.

back to my roots!

brooke.

bye poddy. see you soon

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how do you harbour such emotions?
don’t you ever get sick of it?

enlightened

mr connor is just about the most brilliant teacher i’ve ever met.

wonderful lesson today.

is on a frantic tone search

brewster – done

hendroff – almost done

satriani – cant figure this out

petrucci – i don’t even want to try

microscopic.

keep looking.

try as hard as you will,

and you’ll see nothing much anyway.

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dirty dirty!

and now it’s

A – B – C – D 

(:

INVASION

of private space.

it was oddly entertaining,

yet mildly disturbing as it was unraveling in front of me. 

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jamming is fun.

“the naturals”

_ B C D _ Needs people to fill in the blanks,

particularly interested in vocalists/keys

tenses.

John never was; will.

Anthony was the past, in today.

Keene is a gift. present. till,

wait. was she sure? how sure.

so where does your heart lie?

and where does mine.

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inspired by a good friend of mine.

don’t try make any sense out of this.