full
empty

and there was nothing.
nothing left in the end.


introduction
confession

zishing
04-12-1992
no preferences
nothing particular.
the place people come to for help.
and that's about it.


out
in

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AiPing
Amos
Andy
Baka-Tsuki
Caroline
ChinHian
Dom
De-Coder's Cafe a.k.a.Yap
Hisyam
JingSheng
LeeYang
Kee
Leonard
LiJie
MarcusChan
Matilda
Max
MelWeh
RongRong
RuiFen
Sarah
SiHui
Stewart
Sumo
Valerie
Zak


past
present

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(Sunday, April 13, 2008/8:22 PM)

besides



*EDIT*
i forgot to say.
i passed by 3 marks.
so.
hooray.

i decided to put this on today anyway.
and remove the one from yesterday.
because i realise if you scroll over it the quicktime reloads itself.

i don't know about now. but.
oh well.

another song done.
they're all relatively easy.
but oh well.
if only i had scores for the one i was transcribing.

but then it wouldn't be called transcribing anymore, would it.


spring is.
about flowers.
i remember one.
let's see now.

okay i don't remember the name.

i know it represents hope.
and that's all i know.


so should we say.
that spring still has hope.
yes i shall say it.
spring still has hope.

amidst all the banter and laughter,
at least i know.
there is still one that sticks out.
quiet people are the more interesting ones.

maybe i should go back to being quiet for awhile.

after all, nights filled with contemplation of my existence,
aren't very good for me.
i shall just find rest then,
and try to shrug off everything that is crawling onto me.

i don't like it.
thinking selfishly like that.
but i have wondered so ever since i knew about what i was wondering about.
i guess that is one thing i'll never be able to explain.

and no one will be unable to understand.

maybe i will get to know the truth.
maybe i won't.
but what's important now.
is that i shouldn't expect anything.

after all the higher you climb the harder you fall.
and a watched kettle never boils.


of dissonance and clashing chords.
i wonder why i don't put my dilemma down in words.
their full meaning incomprehensible to anyone but me.
maybe now's not the time.

one day i may go on a journey.
along an abandoned train track.
and at the abandoned station.
i shall find someone there.


and we shall write about the dilemma together.