The first mundane post on this blog. In other news, Choon did not panic at the disc, oh.Monday, July 14, 2008
at 10:29 PM;
DISCLAIMER: Choon is
too sleepy and lazy to blog intelligently not entirely perspicuous at this point, so although an attempt at clear, consistent cogency (yay, alliteration!) is made, the following blogpost might
be total, complete, utter trash not read in an orderly manner. Much apologies.
Yesterday was Cebu team lunch, which was quite random. We ate at Changi Airport T2, at floor 3M, at D' Recreation Clubhouse (yes, it's spelt that way). Food wasn't too expensive, relatively cheap for airport food anyway, and they gave rather big portions. Not enough rice though. We all talked some random stuff, then Pastor Daphne gave some "concluding speech", which was quite interesting and made me think back to the missions trip. And I really, really, with all my heart and soul thank God for that opportunity. It really lifted my spirits and set me on a new path.
After lunch, Aaron, Nicky and I went off to Plaza Singapura, where we ate Hokkaido Ice Cream. It wasn't too bad, I had Double Berry, Aaron had Green Tea, and I forgot what Nicky ate. The ice cream was really soft and sweet, yet not too sweet, and the fragrance of the berries lent themselves nicely to the flavor.
We went upstairs to Yamaha, where Nicky went to play on the electronic drum set. Man, he's good. The drum set had some cool backing tracks, and he was basically suaning demonstrating proper technique to some noob punks guys who were trying it before him. I think it was unintentional though, he did look like he was having fun.
We didn't manage to find what I was looking for at Yamaha, though, so Aaron and I decided to head down to Peninsula to get my guitar stuff. Nicky had to go off to jam, so we decided to run around looking like absolute retards (me, at any rate) try to practice l'art du deplacement (I forgot the word parkour's copyrighted now) to City Hall from Dhoby Ghaut. Sadly, there was nearly zero incidence of obstacles, so we ended up strolling doing some light cardio on the way.
Well, anyway, when we got there, I bought:
-9V adapter for pedals
-Daisy chain to connect said 9V adapter to pedals (it's just a whole chain of DC jacks)
-Quarter-inch cable (also known as "guitar cable" by all you ignorant retards most people)
-Really short quarter-inch cable to link up my pedals
Yeah, I think that's it. I bought a Voodoo Lab Sparkle Drive overdrive pedal from Josh Lim too. In noob language essence, it gives the guitar that 'angry sound'. Yes, I have actually heard people refer to the 'angry sound'. Oh well.
Anyway. After leaving Peninsula, we stopped by Gramophone. I bought two movies, Hero (bought on impulse) and 8 Mile (been wanting to watch that for a long time). I still haven't watched the DVDs, leaving me with a grand total of 2 music albums and 5 DVDs which I've bought but haven't watched. Yet. Ah well, time, that elusive resource.
Well, when I got home, my dad told me that the iPod Touch firmware 2.0 was out, and he had downloaded a copy, so I went off to dump it on my iPod and install inane productive applications, like one that makes the screen fill up with beer, which you then 'drink' by tipping the iPod touch, thanks to its motion sensor. I was really happy that I'd finally gotten Notes and lyrics support though, because those were the two main things I really really wanted to see, because I tend to use them a lot.
Today's training was good, because we managed to do more drills and nobody got frustrated or angry. Then again, we didn't play games, so that's probably why. Oh well. It's normal to get stressed when playing games, so to all the frisbee people, lighten up, yo! Doesn't mean that we shouldn't give 99999999999999% when playing, but let's all just remember to keep the smile on our faces, yeah?
What happens during the game stays in the game. No need to get pissed at each other when something messes up. I'm trying to stop being emo when I screw up too, and though I might seem really frustrated when things aren't going right, I apologise. It's kind of my habit to stress myself so I want to do better, and I'm trying really hard to change it because I know that people are getting exasperated with my constant negativity.
Bah. Enough about my boring personal life.
I don't know if I should post poetry, because firstly, I think it's kind of egotistic to post them as I'm not very good anyway, and secondly, I'm not sure if people actually want to read my ramblings. Meh. Well, leave a tag if you want me to, meanwhile, I shall post a tentative first poem. Here goes.
asymptote
I have an authentic bag, Levi's
and a nice pair of sneakers
which I do not flaunt like many do.
I study in a top school,
and though I am not the best,
I like to think I am fine.
I put my trash in designated bins,
taking pride in keeping my
'cultured' city clean.
I understand religion, politics,
and I read the morning paper more out of habit
than to feed genuine interest.
I enjoy music, poetry and the sunset,
although I am limited by the provision
and mood of my parents.
I have friends and loved ones,
though I have no girl hanging on my arm,
ready to leave at first sign of better prospects.
I enjoy watching people;
the sublime emotion of those in the background,
the rowdy, and the wistful.
I sing and play the guitar,
much like any other 17-year old boy
struggling with peer acceptance.
and so I come back to myself,
my book and pen;
bound paper and unbound thoughts.
I am content,
but still
