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On Expectations


Why do we expect praise when we do well,

when they’re more likely to point fingers when we mess up?

Why do we expect whatever we plan to go smoothly,

when the unexpected is more likely to creep up?

Why do we expect acceptance and understanding from others,

when we have yet to accept and understand our very own selves?


With high expectations, comes proportionately deep disappointments.


As long as I can sit and watch the sunset with a clear conscience…

And not expect too much from this world.




Every time everything feels right,

Like when you retreat under the covers on a rainy night with a good book;

Every time the world feels like a beautiful place,

Like when you’re standing at the edge of the ocean watching the sun set, and nothing else really matters;

Every time life actually feels meaningful,

Like when your mind is not trapped by the past or enticed by the future, but fully immersed in each present moment –


If only we could bottle up all these “every times”

So that they may become every time, with us, all the time.


Asking for too much, I know.

Things Near, Yet Far


Sometimes the things closest to us

Are the things hardest to understand.

Sometimes the things we want the most,

Might be what is hardest to get.

Sometimes the things we try so hard to find,

Could be deep inside us, and we never realise.

Sometimes things we seek, come in different forms,

And we spend our whole lives trying to figure these things out.

Change-ism II: Along Middle Road


The old NAFA building. I remember the “concert hall”, the “practice rooms”, and how we would all rush to book the rooms when the daily booking list came out. Imagine around 50 students fighting for 8 practice rooms. Those were the days, indeed.

I remember holding my pee whenever I could, because I did not like the rather dirty toilets in the old building. I would rush to Bugis to use the toilets during lunch and/or after class.

Now, the building is boarded up and some construction has started. What it will change into, I am not sure.


I remember having (rare) lunches at Midlink Plaza. I remember being recommended their calamari. I remember thinking it was nice. But I also remember finding the place a little crammed and dim.

Now, the place is silent. Nothing was left, except a stray food tray… and the shutters.


I remember asking the uncle to photocopy music scores, lecture notes, bind completed essay assignments and harmony portfolios. I remember how their binding was excellent, and how they always seemed to know what we needed.

Now, he has… retired, I guess.



Goodbye these places along Middle Road, I will always remember you as an integral part of my early musical education 🙂