This is my passion.
Art, i love you.
No man can ever replace you.

I'm trying to aim for an A for my Drawing Essentials module.
Trying to aim for a 3.5 GPA this semester.
Too ambitious, no?

Hi. Don't expect me to blog nowadays.
School have started, and the amount of assignments to be done is ridiculous.
I'm literally coming back home at 10-11 everyday.
Juggling school and tuitioning at the same time.
I'm fucking tired. I'm fucking broke. My laptop's dead.
My mother's not talking to me. I dont have money to eat.
Fuck.
What else?

My life is too fucked up that I've learned to appreciate the little things in life.

Oh hi, Syn.
I know i have been talking about LP a lot lately.
But i still love you though. K bye.

LP

We were not making an album.

For months, we'd been destroying and rebuilding our band. The experiments that resulted filled the studio hard drive with diverse, abstract sounds, amorphous echoes, cacophonous samples, and handmade staccato merged into wandering, elusive melody, each track felt like a hallucination.

We didn't know if any of those unorthodox ideas could be incorporated into a traditional album, but we knew we didn't want our next album to be predictable. Sitting together in the studio where we made our first album, all six of us voiced a commitment to going out on a limb, to making something truly daring. We asked ourselves: were we all earnestly willing, more than ever before, to abandon the precepts of commercial ambition in pursuit of what we believe to be honest art?

The inclination to begin writing conventional songs for a conventional album came and went. The temptation to adjust our creative vision to fulfill expectations beyond our studio walls yielded to the audacious ambition of what we hoped to achieve as a band. The two years of making A Thousand Suns marked our exhilarating, surrealistic, and often challenging journey into the creative unknown.

On the eve of its completion, this body of work, assembled through unconscious inspiration and unmitigated exertion, has revealed to us notions both stirring and surprising. The imagery personified herein is neither dogma nor political premeditation. The emergent themes and metaphors illuminate a uniquely human story.

Oppenheimer's words resonate today not only for their historical significance, but for their emotional gravity. So, too, A Thousand Suns grapples with the personal cycle of pride, destruction, and regret. In life, like in dreams, this sequence is not always linear. And, sometimes, true remorse penetrates the devastating cycle. The hope, of course, springs from the notion that the possibility of change is born in our most harrowing moments.

Enjoy the music.

I'm a bit too obsess with this band, no?
Well, you know me. I was browsing through their album cover and found that.
Besides, i like how they wrote it; the words and phrases they use.
Ah, i need to start reading a book again.

Come to Singapore, please.

The One With LP

God save us everyone
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns
For the sins of our hands
The sins of our tongues
The sins of our fathers
The sins of our young

Loving LP's A Thousand Suns' album.
Yes, i am accepting their change.

The One With Exams And No Exams

Hi. I don't know if i should be happy with my results or not.
I'm just glad i passed. All the sleepless night. All the money spent. I'm just glad all my money and time didn't go to waste. But i'm worried about the upcoming semester.
The upcoming semester will be hell. 6 modules to be taken in a period of 5 blocks. And one of the module is our Project 1 which will take about 2 months/block. So that means, the remaining 5 modules will be cramped within 3 blocks. Hais...  More sleepless nights and more holes in my pocket.

And i have an issue with people saying, "Pfft, Design school easy to score lah! No exam sial!" or somewhere along the lines. Let me get this straight, not having to take any exmas or test, doesn't mean we can get an easy A. Every fucking day we are graded based on our work. Every fucking interim we are graded. You produce shitty work, you get shitty grades. No matter how good you think your work is, there's always that motherfucking moderation process that will determine whether you pass or fail. Every fucking presentation, your work gets criticized and you have no choice but to stand by your work/ideas. And occasionally, your work ended up being ripped apart by your lecturer, the day before your submission, and you have to start all over again. And every fucking time you want to present your idea, no matter what, your idea have to have an impact. If not, well, your ideas go down the drain. And no matter how nice or perfect you construct your model, you can still fail if there's no purpose to your design. Almost everyday you have to stay in school till 11, some days till 12, just to get your work done. Do you have any idea how much pressure we have to go through prior to our submission day?! DO YOU?!

So what say you now? Still, want to argue with me about design school?! Yes, i am defending design school because you have no idea what we have to go through. So stop making assumptions if you have no firsthand experience. And come on, it's only the first semester.

Will you like it if i were to compare design school with the other schools? Will you like it if i were to say, "Haiya, exams and test easy to score, lah! When the day come, i can just memorize my notes. Now i can slack." No, you don't like it, right?! So?! Use your fucking brains and stop bullshitting, can?!

Hais... Why ah, these kind of people exist?!
GROW THE FUCK UP

The One With Mom

You know what? I'm not ashamed of what my mom do for a living.
I don't care how low her salary is. I don't care if I'm not able to get all the things that I wanted.
In fact, I'm proud of her.
Because of her, I've gotten this far in life.
Because of her, I am who I am, today. She has never given up on me.
And I'm so thankful for that. And I owe my whole life to her.
Thank you, Mom.

The One With Mario

Suuupppeeerrr MMMaaarrriiiooo!!!
You've got to admit, Super Mario have got to be one of the awesome-st game of your childhood.
If not then, well, sad for you. I grew up on this game.
I'd die just to get a chance to play it all over again.

The One With The Smelly Bolster Again

Still keeping an eye on my mom.
Can't believe my brother have moved on without his smelly bolster.

The One With The Maine

I'm just gonna keep posting videos until i find the mood to blog about something.
Well at least i'm not posting crappy videos, no?

The One With Free Fall Diving

Ok, this you need to see.
My elder brother show me this video earlier today and well, it's pretty awesome.
I'd like to do it someday.
And the camera work of the video is crazy!
At first i thought he could breathe under water. But no, my brother told me he's the record holder for holding his breath the longest.
So yeah, they actually dived into the 'hole' not knowing what's under there. 
Oh, and i'm loving the song. Totally suits with the video.
And may i emphasize again on how crazy the camera work is?! It's insane!

The One With The Other Amy

Love love love her voice.
Infact, i love everything about her.