A musical! It’s a musical!

The memory of it still remains.

For as long as I can remember, I have always been a fan of musical theatre. So when the opportunity came up to be in the Musical Revue, I took it. From the complex choreography to be learned to the vocal ensemble that had to be sung, it was truly a memorable experience. Despite the regulations and the sometimes pressing deadlines, I felt truly alive and happy. I now fully understand the challenges that go behind the arts. The work behind the scenes and the perseverance of art despite all circumstances.

introducing… the introduction

Writing an introduction on writing an introduction is quite tough. Therefore, I will not include one. Oh wait, this is an introduction- anyway.

One must provide an overview of the poem, and like an hourglass, must then delve a bit deeper into what makes it so. It must also serve as a reflection of what is to come, a teaser of sorts for the rest of the essay (yes! show some skinnnnnnn… main sentences). However, it must end on a note that falls just short of your conclusion. This is to say, “Hey, I know my shit. Don’t give me a bad grade. Thanks!”. The main idea is to never list, syndetic or asyndetic. Both will give a negative remark on the examiner. This is not a pub quiz or biology. No multiple terms are needed without context. If you are to name techniques, make them umbrella techniques (because it’s raining bad essays) so as to not give away the product… yum.

Anyway… There are other points, however, they are not as important. Here is a brief introduction to writing an introduction. Gracias and Good night!

a piano in piano

I have been learning piano for the last 8-9 years and continuing it seems like nothing. Although in my journey I have realised that I needed to take a step back and understand it further. I decided to reaffirm my groundwork in music, specifically theory. I took a break from learning new pieces for about half a year and decided to strengthen my foundations on music. Now that I have a better framework I feel that I’ve learned to appreciate music more.

books and books and writing

Writing is a weird amalgamation of procrastination and pressure. It’s one thing to get inspiration, it’s another to terraform it into something spectacular. The harder part is the weaving together of words into an aesthetic phrase so that something is conveyed. Then across that field of fumbles that you are required to cross, there lie many rabbit holes hidden in the path. The redundancy, the melody, the interaction between words. There lies the true task, to recreate and relinquish all power to words. Only ever hoping they land in someone’s heart.

I decided to postpone my current book project in favour of a new one which I believed was more pressing. I came upon it many months ago and realised that it would be one of the most important works I needed to finish. I wanted to cover the racism against Asians due to the coronavirus, the family dynamic, the clash between Asian and Western cultures, and one’s personal journey in recovery from mental illness. All in the context of the COVID-19 pandemic. It is a behemoth of a task to perform and write, however, I do believe that it is one that is needed to be birthed out into existence. The duty of the writer is not to write but to show.

the projectless week

Although seen as an integral part of the UWCSEA experience, project week felt harder than it was. In some weird way, I was quite pleased that it was cancelled. It may seem that all the effort placed had gone to waste, but our initial plan was falling out of place. We had things postponed after every single event and by the time we had something coherent, a volcano erupted. Despite this, I realised that all the skills I was supposed to learn from it, I already had with my other commitments. Even though it may be unfortunate, it helped me realise things that I would have not any other way.

yoga is like yoghurt

The soft globules of congealed milk reach up to the sky in a swirling posture. Yoga is like yoghurt, well at least the aim of it is. To centre yourself with the world around you. To smoothen yourself out and be beneficial for your body. It collides in the innate nature of bacteria in yoghurt. Something living. Being in yoga has enabled me to feel alive a bit more. It helped me rekindle a fire that I did not know existed. One to be centred and grounded while being alive.

Human Acts of disgusting nature

At this moment in time, multiple courses have collided detailing the horrors of humanity. In History class, we have just wrapped up the Rwandan Genocide, exploring the extremities of human wrath. Now, in English, we are discussing Human Acts, detailing the Gwangju Uprising. After examining both parts of history there remains an incredible need for storytelling. Especially in the world today. We are more interconnected and knowledgable of the world, yet somehow there are still so many stories unknown and trapped by the cycle of social conflict and commentary. History is not taught enough and is not told in the perspective of the individual. As the adage goes, one death is a tragedy, a million is a statistic.

Human Acts delves right into this need, exploring the individual effects of a larger catastrophe. The personalisation of large experiences is needed for we are continuously flooded with statistics that we fail to see the soul found in reality.

poetry and plath

Plath has and will continue to be a revolutionary poet. There exist a nuance and revelatory truth to her writing. A raw voice and persona that speaks for individuality and emotion. The complexity of her language and poetry reveal an accurate exploration of her struggles with mental health. Rushing through her, an unnaturally organic brook of literature.

Confessional poetry as a movement is needed more than ever in our ever-expanding world. With more people having access to poetry, we need humanity more than ever. The raw nature of the style immerses the reader in a person, evoking the compassion and empathy needed in our desolate existence. There remains a glimmer of hope in the words of today and the past and those of the future.

CAS-ting call

During CAS, there existed a sudden urge to do things. Especially those I was good at. During the course of Yoga, I never thought myself as a flexible person, but I realised, comparing myself to everyone else in the group (as one does) that I was actually more supple than most people. Over the course of the next few months, I exercised my flexibility and slowly I became more flexible which I really appreciate. CAS has helped me learn, not only of my strengths. but how to exercise them as well.

children…

I was never good at working with kids, but I knew that it was a skill I had to learn for the future. So when I decided to join and become a student director I knew what I was signing up for.

Not to expound on any details but I now understand and have even more respect for Primary school teachers. It also helped me learn how to communicate with kids. Although the activity was cut short. The little that I had learned, I will keep and develop hopefully in the future.