"She sat listening to music. It was a symphony of triumph. The notes flowed up, they spoke of rising and they were the rising itself, they were the essence and the form of upward motion, they seemed to embody every human act and thought that had ascent as its motive. It was a soundburst of sound, breaking out of hiding and spreading open. It had the freedom of release and the tension of purpose. It swept space clean, and left nothing but the joy of an unobstructed effort. Only a faint echo within the sounds spoke of that from which the music had escaped, but spoke in laughing astonishment at the discovery that there was no ugliness or pain, and there never had had to be. It was the song of an immense deliverance."
- Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged.
I sat listening to many music. It was a messy piece, but it seems to come together nicely, these multiple sounds coming from instruments I don't quite recognize. The singer sang words I didn't follow, but didn't bother to follow.
I have listened to the track a hundred of times, knew the ups and downs of the long piece, knew the empty seconds where no instruments played, the ones they left in between the music to make you think "awesome, man!"
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I am 27 and I know nothing about politics. I don't know the struggles of our forefathers. I only heard of them. I sing "Onward Singapore" in a language that I only know the few words such as "to eat" (makan) and the various food items I order from the Nasi Padang store: "Bergedil, Rebus, Nasi". I don't know what Chee Soon Juan is angry about.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Layers
Take my time
To know the many layers
of you
Your past
The painter with his strokes covered up
The video editor with his hidden tracks
The writer and his shredded drafts
The science student with his dead lab rat
It is okay
To have a past
To know the many layers
of you
Your past
The painter with his strokes covered up
The video editor with his hidden tracks
The writer and his shredded drafts
The science student with his dead lab rat
It is okay
To have a past
(Li) Yipeng
How is it,
Knowing your mom
Only through the words
of others on
how she lived?
Growing up
with a grandfather
responsible for
everyone else's
welfare
Knowing your mom
Only through the words
of others on
how she lived?
Growing up
with a grandfather
responsible for
everyone else's
welfare
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, December 20, 2010
Audrey: He's flirting with so many girls at the same time loh!
Me: It's like applying for job what. You send out a lot of resumes and see which one get back to you lah!
Audrey: You think this one chat roulette ah?
Me: It's like applying for job what. You send out a lot of resumes and see which one get back to you lah!
Audrey: You think this one chat roulette ah?
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