The stage speaks

The stage speaks
Silence. Listen to the stars. They shine
so bright under the light. Look at her.
Admire her grace as she
maneuvers the riffs
and the slides
and the turns
and the
steps.
See how she manipulates
your body.
Your eyes start to close
and
your muscles
tense.

Silence.

The seats roar
with fervor. The hall stands
and lifts her up higher into the stars.
The circle cheers. The bottom pleads for more,

She hums a tune ever so familiar to keep them
longing. You see, she makes music with her mind.
Her hands dances and her mouth sings but it is your heart that plays along
ever so sweetly, ever so exclusively in a frequency
only both of you register.

Unrequited love

My heart has been confusing lately, which is, honestly, at a super inconvenient time since my finals are just around the corner.

Thinking of you
Checking my phone again,
again. Still no notifications.
Checking my phone again.

Open up Facebook on my browser and
I see no reds on the top right.
Close it. Time to do work. Open up
Microsoft. Type in the header of my essay.
Open up Facebook on my browser.

Do you think of me as much as I do of you?
Of course not. You are amazing, but so is she.
She is kind and caring and broken just for you.
You love her and I... I think of you.

Your hands are magic; the way they move -
dynamic. The music you produce, the music
you command, you capture the heart of
songs and songbirds alike, your voice
resonates the world and makes it
pause

for a minum.
You sang for me once. The keys engraved in my soul.
I still feel the trills and they bring me gliss.
I can't believe it.
I don't believe it.
I cannot believe it.

You are like a work of art; so abstract.
Your heart beats to the rhythm of a dance.
Your alluring eyes amazes me every time -
seamlessly symmetrical like periodic alliteration in a poem.
Your smile, your comforting smile,
bends like the smirk of a quaver rest.
Your clef, sexy as always, tugs on
the bold hard strings of my stave.
Sharps and flats everywhere.

But you are hers and I am not yours.
Those lips belong to her.
Those hugs belong to her.
You belong to her and I am behind the
lens of this happy moment captured indefinitely.

Let me check Facebook one more time.
Do you think of me as much as I do of you?
Of course not. Your dream is her.


On another note, here is my newest composition for SATB: When I Was Your Man



Also, this is one of the better guitar playing I've done in the past year that i've been trying to learn. Please excuse all the mistakes everywhere. :x
La La La (with guitar)

Music Makers

It has been months of hardwork and preparation and finally our concert is over! It has been an amazing journey with all my friends who I now consider family. Thank you all who came down to support me and who have always been supporting my pursue of music. I love you guys.

These are some of the songs which I also did for our choir's concert.
Fly Me To The Moon:



Happy (Curtain Call):



Gimme gimme gimme/ Voulez Vous:



Finally, this is a tribute to the friends who have stuck it out with me through this amazing experience.

Music Makers
I closed my eyes and I
soared through the clouds and the mist and the
light of the man-made sun.

Streams; streams flowing from my eyes
as my gut clenches on every note and every
pause.

Steams flowing from my mouth
as I channel them to the house; full of listeners.

I am a performer.

Streams; streams flowing from my heart
as I opened myself to the individual critics.
Feel me. Feel my music. Feel my soul.

Streams flowing down my forehead,
coursing through my arms as my family channeled me.
Channel me. Feel so I can feel. Feel so they can feel.

We are performers.

Our hearts thumping as we stole- first, their ears,
then, their minds, and finally, their whole selves.
Manipulate them like we are puppet masters.
Make them excited, make them fear, make them cry
and feed off their cheers.

We are nothing without them.
They are nothing without us.

We are whole together as a musician and song.
We are whole together as a singer and the choir.
We are whole together as performers and audience.

We are whole together as friends and family.

Water reveals the past

Suddenly felt nostalgic about old school days and I thought about my JC times. I've made friends in JC but I kept in contact with none of them. Sure, we were fb friends and I occasionally give them a like or so but I would not ask them out for a meal on my own initiative.

I am seriously thinking about why this happened. I knew I never really liked my JC life. I didn't really like how I was in JC either, but I've never delved into it. I knew JC made me selfish but I just thought that it is actually more than that.

I am really a lot meaner in JC. Surely, secondary school was not perfect (immaturity caused me to do a lot of things that I would probably slap myself in the face with.) but JC... wow. I really was a lot meaner and the worse thing is that I didn't even realise it.

I always say that people in my JC was stuck up and selfish, which caused me to be selfish as a form of a defense strategy. Although there are people like this, I have to say that not all were. I guess I was just jealous. I was, am, jealous of the wealth that most of them have. I am also jealous with everyone's success with regards to academics as well as capabilities. Almost everyone was confident of themselves and this just made me feel like running into a hole. The fact that there is no hole to run into forced me to fight (as opposed to flight).

Firstly, I could not take any criticism. Seriously, I would just be so angry within that I would lash back, screaming at the messenger about how he/she sucks, if not more, just as much. It was my way to showing that I was just as good; my way of telling myself that I deserved to be there just as much as anyone else. Obviously, my deep core did not feel this way, else I would have been able to handle good-willed criticism much better.

Secondly, I was way too hard on people, mainly a particular girl. I think I may be absolutely freaking jealous of her, and for that, I made her life with me hell. And, I am sorry. We were so similar in personality that I guess I saw myself in her, but a better version with a more successful background (both family and individual). I hopped on every chance I got to show how she screwed up and held that against her neck the whole way through. She seems to be doing rather well now and shit am I still jealous. But, I am happy for her and I wish for better times for her.

I really do not like how I was in JC and I felt that being away from that environment has let me reflect how I was. I felt an intense need to defend myself and my place in JC. Now, I no longer need to and I feel more at ease. Being in one of the top JCs may not be the best choice for your character although it may be able to push you to greater heights with your academics. Still, I guess if you can reflect on yourself constantly and keep yourself grounded, you should be fine.

It's been more than the longest time since I've written a monologue. Agnes needs to hit the sack now. Company law seminar awaits in the morning.

New attempt!

We Are Young/Hey Soul Sister

Novice with some adjustments

So I got a few comments with my first arrangement of "If I ain't got you". This is my adjusted one. Hope it sounds better (and definitely less boring!)

Amazing saturday

Choir outing was really fun. Got to know a few more juniors and had a great time with friends.

ONE concert reminded me what we should strive for. Probably should not have let my expectations drop that far. One thing I feel we have over them was feeling. The last song was grand beyond compare though.

It was a blast at Timbre. Started off rocky with a totally unnecessary hiccup but awesome night nonetheless. Got meself a few free shots, courtesy of the cute bartender there.

Same touch, no longer weird. Maybe talking was good. Got really bad when it happened but it seems worth it now.

It was a day without worries. Amazing.

Burnt

Burnt
You and I, both volatile.
What were we thinking?
Something. There must have been something
that drew us together like a moth towards the light.
You were mesmerizing,
as long as I didn't look into your eyes,
and I'm sure I was too.

It was ecstasy with you,
as long as I didn't care for anything you.
Like giant fires of passion,
we gravitated towards each other.
You and I, by leaps and bounds.
It was like we were one body.

But that's just it.
We were one body and just the body.
Nothing more but we needed nothing more.

We were so close. So close we clashed so
ever uncomfortably.
Burning each other. Scalding our souls.
That was for questioning more.

Scarred, we dare not venture to further premises again.
All burnt out now, the smoke so suffocating and dark.
There is no more light to guide our way.
I can hardly look at myself.

Alone

Alone
The loneliness is driving me crazy.
Life has no color.
Hell, it's not even a silent movie.
Everything has just been reduced to nothing.

I stand in the middle and there is just nothing around me,
mirroring all the crazy thoughts and feelings inside.

I am not numb.
I feel empty.

My heart sinks and sinks and sinks.
I wonder what it would be like in the palm of my hand?
Could I speak to it? Is it still alive?
Could it listen?
I have been listening hard to it but it makes no sound.
The general of the army, that is the whole of me,
has gone down.

Every soldier lost. Gossips everywhere but
I hear nothing.
I stand in the middle and there is just too much going on,
mirroring all the crazy thoughts and feelings inside.

I am not empty.
I feel alone.

A way

I need to find a way out of this overwhelming nothing.