Here’s my choir’s version of Pamugun, a famous Philippine showpiece composed by Francisco F. Felicianio. It still sounds a bit messy, but we’re working on it. Wales 2012 (and London Olympics too! haha), here we come!
Today was the last day of the Dreams & Reality art exhibit organised by the Musée d’Orsay Paris and presented by the National Museum of Singapore. I went with my friend Desiree (it was her third time visiting the exhibit! crazy woman) and we both agreed that it was, albeit a good collection of art masterpieces, a mishmesh of random stuff that the French museum decided to dump in this sunny little island sitting on the equator.
This photo is part of my Project-365 this year. Feel free to follow my project here!
You are there standing by the open window as though you deliberately esconced yourself right at the edge of a tall cliff or at the far edge of the universe (about the validity of its existence, that I will never know), while the colours of the setting sun unconscientiously paint themselves all over your skin. You take off the ruby-studded butterfly clip from your neatly parted hair and the wind brushes them away as they fall down, like how tall grasses in an open field sway to the afternoon breeze, or how tree branches undulate and leaves rustle in unison when zephyrs pass through. Watching your eyes pierce through the infiniteness of the sky, drowned in your white translucent dress, glowing with a radiance that’s slowly drifting away with time, I walk towards you and hold you tight in my arms, for I fear that when darkness finally takes over and that great ball of fire on the horizon finally disappears, you would too.
Friday Morning / Friday Afternoon
Sunny Afternoon
The wind, blowing steady, carried the scent of the afternoon tides, though I kind of knew that I was simply hallucinating, for I stood quite far from the shore. The Sun, majestically floating in the sky, was shining brightly, like it was his first time illuminating, like he had never shone before. When though it seemed that the day was coming to an inevitable conclusion, and my brain had started showing signs of convulsion; I still managed to make my first few respective pairs of clauses rhyme, although you, upon initial glance, would probably not have been able to notice, and now upon informing you, you now probably do, and would nod in coerced agreement, and wear a weird face, and wonder what the whole point of telling you about it really is.
And just like that, nothing rhymes anymore.
I’m quite serious about making it to the Dean’s List this semester.
The first step to getting in the Dean’s List is to shun all Chinese New Year festivities, hide in the study room and make beautifully handwritten notes
Bukit Batok
Happy Chinese New Year!
