It really sucks to lose.
But playing for the fun of the game lightens the feeling.

Not that everyone treated it as a game only.

Pushing and shoving? You started it, jackass!

Distant Worlds: Music From Final Fantasy.

It was a totally fantastic performance. The beautiful Esplanade concert hall provided just the correct ambience and atmosphere to showcase the wonderful video game music of the Final Fantasy series, composed by Nobuo Uematsu.
I was shocked when I saw Uematsu, sitted among the audience to watch the asian premiere of Distant Worlds. What a humble person, to be together with the audience that he had won over with his compositions of musically pleasing works.
It started off with the Final Fantasy VIII opening song, which was breathtaking. I was especially awed by the orchestra.
There was a mix of songs from different series of the Final Fantasty franchise. You have the emotional type of songs in Aerith's theme, fun and catchy songs of the Chocobo's Theme with a twist of jazz in it and the type of music that makes you feel brave when you plunge into battle, Don't Be Afraid.
Medley, really brought back the nostalgic feeling of playing FFI and FFII. Now, I am so tempted to play the games again!
Love Grows, instrumental version of Eyes On Me was breathtaking. Opera: Maria and Draco was interesting. All in all, the concert was perfect for me.

Then they were happy to perform an encore, not once but twice! And the second encore, One Winged Angel, Uematsu actually joined the choir to sing! What an interesting and cute guy. I bet the choir was suprised too, especially the lucky one standing beside Uematsu.
Throughout the show, the conductor, Arnie Roth was very humourous. Uematsu and Roth were hilarious, both in their own ways.

There was a post performance dialogue and autograph session, too bad I didn't go. I should have gone, as once I hit home, the computer was occupied for the whole time.

Nevertheless, not to dampen the spirit after watching and appreciating a simply wonderful concert, I am pretty happy and optimistic. Imagine the battle themes of Final Fantasy accompanying you when you are going through a rough spot, the emotional pieces that makes you feel better when you are sad and the happy and catchy tunes that never fails to brighten your day.

Whether video game music is 'computer generated music' or not, you won't understand the beauty of it without really listening to it. And Distant Worlds really made the difference between computer generated music or not.

The next Distant Worlds or FF concert in Singapore, I'll be turning up regardless its O levels or A levels.

And remember to buy the tickets fast! Distant Worlds sold out waaaay months before its performance. Just shows how much people appreciate the works of Nobuo Uematsu.


P.S. This post was made on 23rd May, but due to stupid people using computer for stupid activities like fuckb, I had to delay this post.

Four more weeks to make a difference.

I sincerely apologise to Edmund for whatever I had blurted out in anger during the early afternoon today. I was perplexed over how the heck Messi can get above Gallas and score a header. I have come up with a conclusion.

It is only a game.

"Honey, I really - "
A loud roar, crash.
And the line went dead.





Regardless, I find that your comments do not merit a response from me.
No hard feelings, dear.

If you use a 2k+ computer to play facebook games, and only facebook games and nothing else and no other graphics-intensive games, its like using an i7 processor to play minesweeper.

Luckily, I have finally woke up and decided to put in some effort into my work.
For the greater good of myself, my family and most importantly, my future.



On the other hand, blog wars is the new star wars! Alright that was totally mundane and irrelevant. I couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably at an interesting fold of events happening two classrooms away from mine.

So, from my above average analytical skills, after going through both pieces of sources, I can imply that Person A had pissed off Person B simply by disturbing B's deep slumber in class and both have different perspectives on the issue of 'sleeping in class' and 'fun'. Judging from the tone of the sources, both parties are palpably arguing through the means of the superficial text of words which carries no weight and impact to a blind man.

Only God knows who is right and who is wrong. Though I seriously believe that He has better things to attend to. And I am not very keen to pursue my interest in their argument.
We all know it is endless. The product is a broken friendship and apathy towards each other. I am in no position to comment on this outbreak, nor to act as the mediator. Likely, I'll receive 'fuck off' as a token of appreciation from either or both parties as a result of my childishness, obnoxiousness, busybodyness, foolishness, trying-to-be-rational-and-reasonable-ness. Not that I am a wise person myself.

I am pretty much in a fuck-fucked situation with a fucking spoilt computer in between me and who-shall-not-be-named.

I apologize if you are disappointed after reading the whole naggy chunk of bullshit. I was merely entertaining myself as I was deprived of love and some e-drama. Lastly, I merely smiled at the joke and the irony, after reading both responses.


P.S. Chek Wei can you be my studymate please? I swear I won't do anything to you in the naughty pod in the library.
P.P.S. Good luck to edmund tomorrow! No pressure!

I am so fucking pissed. Spent 10 bucks to fucking cab back home. Apparently, the fucking mrt had already departed. And dinner wasn't so full, after all, it was fucking close to empty when we came.

All in all, it was a happy day which turned out to be fucked ever since I paid 10 bucks to the fucking kp cab driver who I had sincerely and earnestly hoped he would shut the fuck up throughout the journey.

Just one day left. Somehow it feels weird. Waiting in apprehension, will I dread that feeling or welcome it with open arms as I always proclaim so.

It is a very late post, but nevertheless it wouldn't hurt to share how I spent my three-day break.

Labour Day started off with my almost oversleeping, yet managed to reach City Hall on time. Met up with the gang and went to Bras Basah. It was a ala carte buffet lunch, Japanese cuisine to top it off. The place was great, the ambience was great, the food was great. It was a treat by Mr Yong, thank you! I can still vividly remember that it was my cousin who brought me to the same place to eat. Ahh, time flies, now he is in London. After that, I followed the rest to CSC to bowl. Sad to say, I didn't manage to get close to my personal best... but the rest bowled pretty well. I didn't want to go competitive anyway.. Then they went to xavier's place to play psp until pretty late.

I woke up on the beautiful Saturday morning, feeling something strange. I checked the time and it was 9am. Great, I did it again. I overslept, had 5missed calls and a bunch of messages, all trying to wake me up. They failed as they always do, I failed to wake up and attend chinese as I usually do. I went to xavier's place to play tennis afterwards, and it was pretty cute to see sihua, sebas playing/learning tennis. Basically stoned afterwards.

Sunday was a meh day, totally tiring but worthwhile. Nothing beats exchanging your sweat for something rewarding.

Eh, I didn't touch my books at all. Isn't it a bad thing now?
At least I enjoyed my break...