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because it ain't necessarily so
Foreword.


I am forced by the passing of time, the transition of life stages, and the expectations of society to grow up and to behave like a "grown-up" (whatever that would constitute). But here, I would just be a little childish, a little self-centered, a little irresponsible, a little too honest but also a little too pretentious.

24, and still counting.



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Kept all my past posts intact because my past was what made me, me. Deleting them doesn't change who I am so I revisit my memories sometimes, to learn and to laugh at my past mistakes.

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would you play my song ,
Wednesday, June 22, 2011 | 6:13 PM



If i were a scale , i would chose to be a major scale . I never liked the minor scale much actually , what with all it's harmonic and melodic minors . Minor scales always sounds clashy to me . Like , you're not suppose to play this note but you have to play it , for well , it's in the scale . The notes sounds like it doesn't fit . And if it were a character , it would be of some character who have a different opinion which somehow always seem to clash with others , it's all about "clashing" , and if i dont watch out , i would sooner be a "minor scale" . Major scales are different , they sound better (personally) and people cans play them better (generally) .

They have this aural section in piano , (to test your pitching and hearing) , and there's this part in which the examiner will play a song and we have to answer a few questions about the song like , what era , what time signature , what expression and then , there's whether it's in major or minor . When i was younger , i will tikam tikam whether it was major or minor , i couldn't tell the difference between major and minor then . okays , actually , idk what's the meaning of that qns when i was younger . LOL . but now , when i'm asked that question , i'd chose minor if the song sounds 'clashy' , like , the notes collide instead of coming together in harmony . And yesh , i do get it correct (more often) now . :P


Recently , my days are filled with band agains , was thinking of something similar to the above when i was having sectionals . Just that i couldn't phrase it out in the exact feeling , tone and words now . :/ Anyways , i like Eugene Tang being in our section that twerp . Suddenly just snorted when it was totally quiet and Ms Chan was talking . AND THEN managing to keep a straight face but caused me to cant stop giggling . It's like those many times when i rmb a joke that i think was epic funny when i was getting scolded or counseled . And the more i try to stop laughing , the harder i laughed . One of the many moments in life of me doing something at inappropriate times .

` Friends are the enharmonics in music . Enharmonic sounds exactly the same , just that they have a different name .

Hearing those screamings behind those walls , my heart breaks for you and i feel so guilty . Always hearing you complain why ishh it so unfair . Why ishh it you he picked on instead of me . The thing ishh , the thing ishh he does pick on me . And the emotional pain he once gave me was worst than you cans imagine . He took away your freedom . Yesh . And mine too . He stole your childhood . That's what i have been through . He robs you of your joy and warmth at home . I lived four years more of that pain than you . He lash at you mercilessly . So did i suffer the same pain . What he din do to you , yet , was taking away the love others unconditionally gives to you . Dont whine , dont back down , dont think of ending your life , even if i said that before myself . Wait , wait till you find the girl who'll show you the world , then you'll realize , living ishh worth it . :) He might be able to break your smile into two , but dont let him break your heart or your soul .

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