The End Is Near

She stares up at the clock, the black hands of the clock ticking by second.

There are but few minutes left.

In her head she sees the final door closing, the end of the tunnel comes near.

Suddenly, a sense of emptiness, followed by a new anticipation and thrill overwhelms her. What am i going to do now?

Now that i am free…. i should…

“Put your pens down. I will now collect your scripts.” The examiner drones on, she watches patiently as she comes nearer.

The end draws near…

The End Is Near…


Apologize – One Republic [Piano Tutorial] // Kyle Landry (Synthesia)

I don’t know why i listen to this song more nowadays. And the fact that it doesn’t sound like the original  song sung by Onerepublic and Timbaland. The piano perhaps?

I like it…

because the notes do not conjure up really vivid emotions in me(nostalgia for Summer, innocence of childhood for Spring, the list goes on).

Is it because of the complexity? The notes, the sound is ambiguous, like coke, like doritos nachos. I forget it almost immediately. The piece does not churn out any story ideas. This is one piece i can listen to without having my brain juices overflowing. If one simply plays a piece on piano…

Or simply perhaps is it because there are simply too many emotions to feel, that i have to take time to differentiate every last one of them? The music gives me a sense of tranquility. A feeling i have yet to describe. Simply just because there are too many flavours. Is that what makes it addictive?

On piano, i’ve realised, is that there are not any immediate emotions that the listener feels. There are no words to guide the listener, there is no emotion that the listener has to specifically feel.  The piece feels like any other piano piece, with the perfect high-lows.

A minor note: i think it only works since it is a ‘new’ version of the original. Like for B.o.b’s Airplanes, Eminem has a ‘new’ version of it. The same goes for Love the Way you lie by Eminem(again, haha)

See this then, when you compare the song What I’ve Done by Linkin Park, and the piano version. The song has words, and i think it simply is rock(genre), pretty sad. The piano version has no words, in the middle, i’ve heard a dance. Or a jig. Sounds like it.  It feels like an old man/woman is sitting before you, telling you of all the happy memories shared with a lover, an old flame.(Think of Up’s Ellie and Carl) The dance makes me think of a wild, innocent dance round a wildfire on a midsummer’s night carnival, holding the hands of a person who is no more, dancing without a worry in the world. Nostalgia perhaps? Then comes the perfect love story. Awesome, now what’s left is to put it on a Word Doc, a post-it, a notepad or paper. The document may be deleted, the post-it can be lost, the paper may be torn, burnt, churned to dust. Or even eaten. But as long as the song exists, my story lives on in the notes.

‘Sad’ songs make me think of sappy love stories. Rap songs, pop songs… hmmm… the YA-kind of love, the smiles, all the stuff y’d find in shounen manga. While some songs make me eye roll. <-singers these days…

The thought brings up a quote i’ve seen somewhere: The best love story is not Romeo and Juliet who died together. It is Grandma and Grandpa who grew old together. 

This is…

how i write, perhaps?

And y’all just got a peek into a budding writer’s mind.

Short02 — Dan and I

Content: 15/20

Language-Organisation: 15/20

Total: 30/40 (highest in class i suppose)


The library was jam packed with people since it was during the school holidays and the noise children were making made studying unbearable, even though Dan and I were seated in a far corner towards the back of the library, tucked comfortably in a booth in a secluded and forgotten corner. Too comfy. Still, we had to study for the upcoming test and then library had seemingly offered a comfortable sanctuary for both of us but i was starting to regret my decision. Yet despite all odds, we had survived four hours. I furrowed my brow and glared at a toddler noisily wailing nearby and i wondered how Dan could take all the noise. I was already starting to loose focus on the topic, words were swimming from the paper and my mind screamed for a break; I was deadbeat tired and bored to death of staring at my notes. There was still another two hours to go. Another two hours of torture. Maybe I was not suited for sitting in a library for four hours staring at textbooks and notes; but i still had to. A lot the overall results dependence on this, maybe not mine but it was still important, nevertheless. So i stretched my aching muscles and yawned, sucking in the cold air to clear away the cobwebs gathering from my overworked mind. Sheesh, clocking in six straight hours at the library was totally, absolutely and definitely not my idea. When i was done, i found Dan staring at me, but a new-found chill made its way up my spine when i realised he was not staring at me. Dan was staring past me, with a puzzled and dazed look like he had just woke up from some dream. that look dreamers have and i was ultimately afraid of.

The air around me suddenly became colder and i could feel icy fingers grasping onto my skin. Goosebumps appeared and I could hear the rapid thump-thump of my heart beating against my chest as silence saturated the area, even the noisy toddler was holding abated breath. The place was silent for one, too silent for my own liking. A million thoughts buzzed through my mind which had suddenly started working for some reason but why was he staring at me. Was something wrong with Dan? My cheeks grew hot involuntarily as his nut brown orbs stared ahead, flanked by long eyelashes. I turned my head in another direction, hoping to avoid his haunting gaze but to no avail since he would only inch closer to me. “H-hey! W-what’s the matter?” I plucked up the courage to ask Dan after five nervously awkward and tiring long minutes. He did not respond but continued to stare. My voice came out as a nervous, pathetic squeak and i mentally smacked myself for sounding so… odd. “Forgot something Dan?” My words struck a cord with him. Almost at once, he broke out of his trance and opened his mouth to say something. He must’ve decided against it, since he almost immediately closed his mouth. Narrowing his eyes, he glanced around, deep in thought.

Then the unbelievable happened. Dan stood up without a word and dashed out of the library.

I gave chase immediately, but found it hard to find Dan in the throng of mothers with large shopping bags escorting their children and a myriad of shoppers. By the time i squeezed through them, Dan was gone. He had long strides and was tall, but i could not make out the familiar unruly mop of brown hair in the crowd. Stopping to catch my breath and collect my thoughts was a wise move since i knew well that finding him was harder than finding a needle in a haystack. Being a wallflower, he had somehow mastered the art of slipping in and out of crowds and adjusting his invisibility, yet to date i have not found any special tools of trade he might be keeping. I was at the second floor of the mall, having run two storeys down from the library at the fourth level. I’d thought i was hot on his trail. Now, i’d lost him.

Had the running been for nothing? I was frustrated after all the running that did not yield any success. Then the study session might was well go down the drain without my partner. The four arduous hours stuck in the library putting up with all kinds of folks and imminent boredom had been all for nothing. I felt like crying in frustration. Dan, the one who requested for the study session. Dan, the one who ran away. Slipped into the crowd and teleported somewhere to his fancy. He still had to be somewhere since last time i checked, he hadn’t mastered witchcraft. Somewhere in the mall, somewhere. He just had to be hiding, in some forgotten corner. There was nothing else to do. I calmed myself and let serendipity and intuition take me to him.

I found myself on the first floor, heading towards the entrance, where the popular dessert store was.

The moment of victory came when i spotted him, the mop of cognac brown hair dreamily joining the queue. Dan had a look of wonder on his face. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. I neared him and kicked him hard in his shin. I found myself staring up at his eyes once more. “What are you buying?” He gestured at the tofu pudding, then at himself.

“Yellow for my mother. The store closes soon, i wanted to get those before they sell out, ” he offered, with a kind smile, “and would you like something too?” I’d joined the queue behind him, having been persuaded by my stomach growling. He must’ve heard it since he ended up paying for my bubble tea. Then we headed back to the library for the next one and a half hours of study.

“Sorry for making you run earlier.”

“It’s alright.”


“Yeah, really.”

Two years. We’d been friends for that long, yet he was still a mystery to me. Utterly unpredictable and absolutely sweet. Unarguably, one of the nicest, most polite and modest people i’ve met.

Dan, the boy shrouded in mystery.  Dan, the wallflower. Dan, the giant.

Dan, the boy who hardly speaks.

I wonder how odd a duo we make: a shy, kind yet severely misunderstood wallflower and a worrisome, puzzle-loving midget.

Dan, a mystery in itself and forever would be.



“Are you really okay?”


“Mmm yeah.”

“Really, really, really okay?”



“Yes. Now get back to your notes.”

“Okie, sir.”

“I’m not a sir!”

And did i mention, the most eager puppy, ever.

Next time we go jobless, we could try for standup comedy.

Yeah, right.


A/N: This is shoujou to sooo many levels. And should i include what happens next? There’s a reason why i never, ever ever disclose the narrator’s gender(the main character) since it would add to the suspense. And this…. can be considered the 2nd draft. Now for some Tsum Tsum action before i cram (hard) for me finals tomorrow~

Cheers(and boos),


aka Wen. Call me whatever you want, haha.


Happy Teacher’s Day 2014— You Light Up My Life

So… i’ve got for some reason, 2nd in class for my preliminary round. But that victory isn’t perfect. I was just 1 mark from the 1st in class and there are 3 people getting 2nd in my class. I’ve made mistakes as well.

However, i belief that there are teachers to thank. Teachers we appreciate.

Well, here are a few quotes from

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.

And this one is so true.

Most of us end up with no more than five or six people who remember us. Teachers have thousands of people who remember them for the rest of their lives.

My teachers had enough ex-students to form fan-clubs. Actually, more than enough. On one storey alone i saw hordes and hordes and did i mention hordes of ex-pupils outside of classrooms. Yeah, and some of them watched us from outside.

As i’ve written on a Teacher’s Day card…

Every teacher is a good teacher…. so…

Happy Teachers’ Day~

‘cus You Light Up My Life