When you believe.

Only when you thrust in your goal, believe that it is all possible, only when you are ready to put all your hopes, dreams and life into it, will it happen, miracles.

Soul of the band, the spirit of making music. Where is it? Diminished?

And yet, only a few yearn to truly seek it. Hopefully this would improve...

And at long last, we are just that close to be at our target.

So be it, Brass, Wind, Percussion, Colour Guard. We move on then.

Want not insanity?

In the mind of the mindless and insane, what is the one emotion that can exist? Happiness.

Is it because of their ignorance that they can be pure of heart? And by being pure of heart can they be happy? I dare say yes. But want not I, insanity? Maybe, but at a price.

Looking towards deeper insights of our thinking makes us realise that even fools are better off that way than us ourselves, as we proclaim, knowledgeable and alert. But is it really so?

We are fools in reality if we are compared to what it really takes to be truly knowledgeable. We are merely but jesters and clowns in this world, yet we still raise our head high as if we were great and mighty, which is truly an act of foolishness.

So succumb to the truth, be humble, and just accept that to have a clear mind makes you responsible to learn more.

Good day.

It is indeed a good day today. Many things happened in my favour.

So to begin with, I may say that Sivik test wasn't that blissful as I thought. But once that was done, Chemistry test papers were back!@# Soon, so soon, it got into my nerves. I received my paper, and the rest was a black hole.... I GOT 26 over 30!!! Broke my record. YES!!! But I don't mean to brag, so I just guess I'll say I am grateful.

And barely enough time for me to take down that information, then comes this: I was asked to help out in photo-taking. What? School photo-sessions are today? I get to ponteng with a pass? Of course I'm willing to come!

And after that, it's Physics paper... But first, let me tell you the story of my Physics: It began last year during the 1st monthly test of Physics, where I got 22/30. So I told myself, work hard, get an A for the next monthly test. I did, my homework, tried hard not to sleep in class, did revisions, so on... During 2nd monthly test, I got 22/30! A bit disappointed you may say I am... But I told myself the same thing, that next round, I'll get a higher score. Guess what? I got 22 Physics again! Oh well, at least I didn't drop standard XD.

So I suppose tomorrow's gonna be another tale, so good day I say!

The best time for relaxation? Before exam.

Exam, often associated with torment, stress, pain, anguish, pressure, sickness, and sometimes even death.

Flip that coin around! Best time for relaxation? Before exam! Let's enjoy that citric-sour moment. It's that enjoyable.

Ok, seriously now, down to earth thinking? Well, Did a brief look-through Bio chapter 2 just now, and some Add. Maths revision... So I aim to do much more tomorrow.

And so, let's study into relaxation my brethren.

Their work is done, our work's just begun

End of the 5 days of gruelling practices, the Thai team gave their best, so are we going to give our best?

Intensive Drum Informative Observation & Training (IDIOT), the term I coined since 2009 whenever the Thai team came over to train us. Why the name? Simple, because the training sessions are INTENSE!

So 5 days have passed, and the Thai group of 5 did their job, finished it. Now it's our turn work it out, our job's just begun. They've sown the seeds of the flowers, so we gotta water it, weed it, fertilise it, and make it blossom.

Energy~Spirit~Teamwork~!

That imperfect picture.

2nd I.D.I.O.T. of 2010 season starts, and my 1st blog about the traning session without mentioning of it in the title. Many things became clear during this week, the decision to go with a full thematic show being the most uplifting.

But all this comes with a price. There's that imperfect picture. Why? We just can't seem be as complete as we want to be because our skills do not permit. But well? Time will tell.

As for the show, in my opinion, it's pretty solid already. But, seriously, just lacking one element to make it complete, you know, that cherry on the top thing.

As for my physical health? "I'M DYING!!!". No, just joking, but my body definitely feels pain, pain to the bone.

Academic studies? What the heck! I usually don't include this aspect in any of my band blog updates... But what choice do I have? It's SPM year man. All I can say is, not enough time for everything.

And so, my wish is this, simple and true: We go back to the field this year with our uniform of white, red and black, and show that we can achieve a solid status with a full thematic show. And more importantly after that is done, is to live long enough to remember this and tell my grandchildren (Not too sure whether I'll have any XD).

Last time this time.

I'm tired, I'm used, I'm that much. This is all, this is all, nothing more or less. But I seek this thing of the pass, of story which I will tell:

Things can happen just like that. They come so briefly in your life, but you can remember it for ages. This was what I felt in 2008. Need I say more? I think no. Most people will know.

But not mere experiances that we took with us, it was the bond that follow. Enemies were made brothers, the lion at peace with the lamb.

And we sought to re-create it last year. Yes, last year we still pushed forward nevertheless. And for me, it was a personal achievement, and I don't care if some tell it was a loss.

But since this year, it has been a non-stop turbulance ever since. I want not this! If I want my full effort to work, I need a full target in view. If not, just let there be rest, and Ican concentrate in further undertakings.

If so ends this story yet written? I will definitely want to conclude my destination into one worth a greater thing to remember. Be it epic, be it tragic, we will watch.

Fighting a losing battle.

I'm battling an obstacle everyone faces, but this obstacle takes in the incarnation. Lest I have it too.

Too me now, the biggest challenge is to keep focus in the right things. My focus now is totally out of tune. I'm concentrating too much in band aspects. My studies? Neglected.

I wish not be it this way, I am going to change my lifestyle!

From now own, I will keep by this routine: Tuesday and Thursday strictly is reserved for intense studying, no computers.

I keep my focus in all the sciences, pay extra attention to detail for Malay. I will not stick my proud head away from Sejarah this year. The only subject I intend to ignore is Moral. No one needs it.

I will go forth! And go forth with Valour.

Scaborough Fair.

Scarborough Fair, is a song that tells the tale of a young man, who tells the listener to ask his former lover to perform for him a series of impossible tasks, such as making him a shirt without a seam and then washing it in a dry well, adding that if she completes these tasks he will take her back. Often the song is sung as a duet, with the woman then giving her lover a series of equally impossible tasks, promising to give him his seamless shirt once he has finished.



A song of unfortunate and impossible love between two people. Surely the theme and layers of the song are depressing and somewhat sad. But the reassuring tone on the overall is what keeps it uplifting.

The lyrics however, is anything but simple. It is but symbolic and with layers, its meaning different in many people's opinion.

The lyrics, brackets is the duet part:
Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt (On the side of a hill in the deep forest green).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground).
Without no seams nor needlework (Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain).
Then she'll be a true love of mine (Sleeps unaware of the clarion call).

Tell her to find me an acre of land (On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Washes the grave with silvery tears).
Between salt water and the sea strands (A soldier cleans and polishes a gun).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather (War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions).
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme (Generals order their soldiers to kill).
And gather it all in a bunch of heather (And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten).
Then she'll be a true love of mine.

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine.

Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme.

Of the herb, I have yet to taste it. But I can tell it is definitely a fragrant herb.

As for he pronounciation, I say Thyme may well be a time in physical existance?

Yes, maybe. But time once again whithers and re-grows without stop. Where does this lead to? Ask me not.

March is tomorrow. This will my last post of February, and what a perfect number of the post to end, 10.

Love last foever, so need I not be worried about that.

With that said, I will move forward with a few points that are random statements with significat relations.

• Be not unregrettable over troubles caused, be you responsible.
• Yet not to love the world, but to love The Lord.
• In lasting existance is your soul, in splinter flame is your body.
• And so ye have made unrest, so ye will be in unrest.
• So be it the destiny that lie ahead, loving is thy heart, corrupt is thy body.
• And so move on shall we be freed from this limbo.
• Physics is fun nevertheless.
• I shall await the Gate of Pearls and Gold.
• So move on the month of March.

There shall be peace to come.

Chronicles of Narnia - Embarking a new journey.

Since 2000 until 2007, Harry Potter has captivated my reading life, and the author really delivered in my opinion what all readers would want: Not wanting to let the book down, even if it's 12 midnight and there's school tomorrow.

And since 2007, I never tried picking up another series-based books, only single individual stories. And of all those books between 2007 and now, they only offered me month-length thrills, never lasted for years. (But I highly recommend the Warcraft series novels even to the non-gamers, actually the story of the game is highly complex and often misunderstood by the gamers themselves, I myself am not a fan of the game, but a fan of the story, I particularly liked "Lord of the Clans")

But now, I feel like I haven't been reading enough books recently. Craze is over the Twillight series recently, but like Harry Potter, it has a major opposition just as it has a major fan-base. For my taste, I think I still won't get the hang of Romance-based supernatural fiction.

And since I am the magical-lore and fantasy type, I have finally come to the decision that I start with The Chronicles of Narnia. I believe some of you had seen the 1st and even the 2nd movie. Believe me, I was awe struck by the 1st one, but I haven't got the chance to read the 2nd one. Nevertheless, i really liked the concept. So right now I am looking forward to our school's Bookstore display day, I might be able to get a good discount if the book is available.

For the ones still new to the series, it is a Chronicle of the fictional land of Narnia, which exist in an alternate dimension to our world. Through its birth and creation till its destruction, the many wonderful, cheerful, frightening and courageous stories are told in a way most fantasy-readers will definitely be familiar with.

Hopefully the series will keep me reading until the start 2011.

The Piano Player.

You see, this is the story of a boy, Yi. He was born on a beautiful day like every other child. And he was a special boy to his mother, the moment she lifted him from his bed, she could tell a great destiny in him.

But as he grew older and older, he failed to utter a single word, all he did was to blurt everything that only he understood. But he wasn't doing all this on a bed lying and motionless. He was actually running around the house so fast that his mother couldn't catch up with him. He was already 4, and diagnosed with autism.

His mother never gave up hope in him, for she believe that he is not sick, he is just misunderstood. But the world treated him cruelly. He would always be rejected by all the day-care centres available in his area. Other parents thought him to be insane, and always made sure that their children stay away from him, lest they become hurt by his hyper activeness. How painful is this misunderstanding that his mother felt for her child, but in his own mind, he was a happy boy, living his own dream world.

As one faithful day would have, Yi was accepted into a newly formed school for spacial children. And as faithful as that day will be, the teachers there found out he had a keen sense of hearing, and showed a strong attraction toward the melodic sounds coming out from the strange black device. Of course, we all know that it is a piano. But it fascinated Yi wildly. He would swing his body wildly and dance to the music despite having not learned any form of dance. After the pianist stopped, he pointed wildly to the piano, and the teachers thought that they found his spark. It was in music.

And as time pass by, he learned from simple songs to grand concertos. And he was only 16! And one could think that he was the luckiest child in the world when he was offered to perform his debut concerto. But when Yi took the stage, he marched up the stage like a lifeless body, and his arms made you think that they were made out of strings, lifeless and without power. All the organizers panicked! They were so afraid that pressure was affecting him. But when he hit the first note, nothing but pure fiery passion appeared. He played with so much spirit, even the ground shake with every note played. He swayed his body, and immersed himself so deeply into the music, one might think he was possessed!

And with that comes the end of the concert. The audience went wild! They were all on their feet. But suddenly, Yi stood up. he went for the microphone. The cheers immediately turned to silence. And as he started to open his mouth, tears rolled down his cheek. And so was his speech.

"I am just like any other normal boy, all I want is for my own mum to be proud of her son. Through this years, she has supported me with her immense love that now, I can stand here and give a proper speech. But sadly..."

Yi broke down to tears, but quickly continued... "Mum passed away this morning... But I know she will be happier than ever! In the past, I always told myself, why music, not art? My mum was deaf. She never manage to hear anything that I played in the past, but she would just smile and clap her hands whenever I finished... Now, I know that she can finally listen to what I play... I know that she will be proud!"

All gears oiled, it's time to go.

Compared to last year's February blog updates, this year's ones are so much less in memory. I celebrated Valentine's Day by trying to relive the dream back in 2009, it was Pageantry in Wind then.

Now? We got a lot of things to do. But like all things, there are many uncertainties. As for me, I can be sure of some things. But the current given condition? Call it somewhat depressing. But like all optimist, I will go on with a smile.

So tomorrow will be Monday, a day we bandsmen have been waiting for some time. The good news? We will deliver it tomorrow.

For now, let time go on.

And the sands of time flows on.

Chinese New-Year? So fast? I thought we just celebrated it last week...

Got the same feeling? Me too. Time is too fast yet again.

SPM, getting closer. Theory in Music exam, also getting closer. My life's turning point is this year.

It's getting complicated, times are hard, my parents are aging, and the economic crisis is not really showing any significant improvement.

During this trying times, all I can ask for is this, God, please guide me through it all, be with me.

Amen.

Apology to my conscience.

Why? Why my conscience have you so tormented my decision? Have I not stand on the right place?

Zongxu, you disappoint me badly. He has a point in his argument, albeit weak ones. He was nevertheless wrong, but that is no license for your anger, which as you yourself said, 'You have right to be unhappy, but you have no right to express it'.

I failed my own statement. He is still a human being. Respect that he is still alive. But why his complex nature? Why my conscience? Is he not imperfect as well?

But Zongxu, neither are you. Remember, it takes two hands to clap. Since he is a candle in the wind, don't fan ever so hard. He is just a fish out of water. Pray that he will be able to find the right place eventually.

Alas my conscience, I have understand what must be done! Truth be told, but not now, for now I will just remain quiet.

I have freed myself.