perfect read

i'm glad i held my faith in my people reading abilities, even when they tell me things i never wanted to know. Congratz.

And i finally can heave a sigh of relief....

And technology shoots you right back in the face...

well well... jen han's [in your face] comment sums it all up. While the entire world bowls over susan boyles (7.9 million views at last count), these 96 musicians from all over the world gathering at carnegie hall in new york were given the cold shoulder by many. To clarify, eroica is the title of the piece written by tan dun (if you don't know who he is, think crouching tiger hidden dragon soundtrack and China olympics music) as the "youtube symphony", drawing inspiration from beethoven and chinese traditional music. The scores were released online, and musicians all round the world were invited to audition by posting a video of their audition on youtube for a place in the YTSO (youtube symphony orchestra), which gathered together on april 15 at carnegie hall to perform. To think that the passion and joy of the 96 involved (some of them even amateurs) could not rival 1 woman in Britain who suceeded despite her looks. I'm not saying Susan Boyles is underserving of the attention and publicity, I'm asking why the 96 musicians accomplishing the same, if not greater feat, were not given the same treatment.

I'm itching to try out the newly formed PCN cycling shops chain, anyone interested in 40km cycle pls pm me... haha....

Eroica - The triumph over technology

In a age where the conveniences of the internet are seemingly fully exploited and the internet itself seem to be sinking into the dark ages amongst the dark waves of illegal downloading, pornography, credit card spams, junk email, viruses etc etc, YTSO reminds us that we are still masters of our own creation, capable of the most amazing and wonderful things that bring about an intensity of emotions that can only be translated as joy.

random insight from surveyor job - I had a conversation with 50 different people in 3 days, that's like one-quarter the people i have on Facebook. And I was just thinking - I think I know some of them better than at least 50% of my facebook "friends" Ouch....

I've got a pair of free tics to Wolverine on 29 April at Tiong Bahru GV. Anyone interested pls contact me. Trust Safra to give such strange gifts o_0 No, you dun get free movies passes, you get free movie tickets (ie. alr bought with seat no., date and time -_-") And yah, signed up for both National Runway Cycling and Army Half. Looking for kakis....

Intensity

What I sorely lack....

My favourtie song - george winston's variation on the kanon, loved the My Sassy Girl scene.

I think i had a lot of blog about, but my mind is white-washed for now...

Disturb the sound of silence.....

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence

All I ever wanted to know was why and you chose the sound of silence. And indeed, silence like a cancer grows. My words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence....