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my little life

Well, well, how exciting can my life get?

Very.

That’s why I haven’t been posting. My life, bubbling with life, has been fun.

Besides RECAC, nothing major has happened really. I’ve starting running a little lately – and it’s always feels good after that. I’m running alongside the huge canal spanning for a few hundred kilometres and going all the way to Thailand. That’s the benefit of being me: you get to run like leona lewis. Scandals continue all around school: it gets so boring when the same people are constantly mentioned. How many pointless discreet smiles can the gossip circles contain? Stories are circling like curry, and now I’m involved as well. People go up to you and ask you in a very “by-the-way” manner: Hey are you erm… (insert long, restive pause) in a… relationship? I think it’s the facebook profile: it’s the new fiction, people read a lot there. So now I’m supposedly “with” some girls, not all from RJ. Interesting. (And for the last time, teeheehee – I’m not in anything with Lisa! We both agree: it’s complicated.)

On another note, I’ve recently added Patti Labelle and Reba McEntire to my diva favourites. (Please notice the pun.) Conan says it’s the mature singers over 40 that I like – and so I seem to be proving his silly hypothesis right, yet again. Right now the list is at CeWhLePaReRoBaMa: Celine Whitney Leona Patti Reba Roberta Barbra Mariah (ce-whle-pah-re-robama). Their songs are uncomparable, their voices divine. Obviously not all of them are still very good now, especially the last, but they all had their moment in time.

There’s so little singing talent in this world: when you see one, you jump on that opportunity to fully appreciate that talent. Speaking of talent, I’ve been watching so much talent on youtube (in the form of normal people singing phenomenally), that I’m tempted to have a little go at it myself – not that I have much to begin with of course. I have quite a queer range: I’m able to sing 1.5 octaves from middle C, and then there’s a gap, then I can sing 2.5 octaves from C onwards. So I end up going either  (i) too high or (ii) spoiling the song altogether by singing it “normally”: given a choice, it’s somehow easier to hit it high. And it becomes occasionally weird when you actually hit the notes though. (If at this point you feel uncomfortable reading about a male able to sing high notes, my sole conclusion is that either you are very unexposed to the singing world, or you only listen to rock and metal. Or both, which is classically the case.) And I’m just toying with this playful idea for a while! It’s a phase. It’d be nice to have a singing partner to kick-start these things. But giving weird looks certainly isn’t going to be a very conducive basis for that. So talk to me.

The watchword of the past few days is stress, with the workload. I’m going to start my revision schedule for Promos tonight – that means no more procrastination. Take time to me how I’m doing if you see me. Start your revision now, if you haven’t already. It’s the Promos, not a dress rehearsal.

Nick Pitera – The Climb (cover, Miley Cyrus)

Lisa Lavie – Hush Hush (cover, PCD)

Patti Labelle – If you asked me to

Reba McEntire – And Still

I love bridge.

I missed school and all my friends. For an entire period of 2 weeks, I completely missed school – first, I was ill, then there was AYC. That obviously means that I have to blog.

The Asean Youth Convention was an inaugural event, involving students from 4 countries in the ASEAN+3. As a Facil (facilitator), my job was to facilitate group discussions and bond the group together. Robyn helped me out as my admirable co-facil, and we were in charge of Group 5 and Vietnam Hai (2). It was quite an experience – seeing people from different worlds and so on.

But this post isn’t about that. It’s about the bonding that the facils – and especially the ones from A13A – had. I would dollop a little doubt that AYC would have been even half as fun without Lisa (Boy-lovin’ bitch), Sally (Korean ah-mah!), Robyn (9-inch what?), Matthias (energiser bunny), Claire (my “closest” friend), Jingyi (makes a loud huh noise during math lecture), Nghi (give me a neck and tie now).

A little shout-out here to all the facils too – Lyn, Charm, Yi Tong, Joyce, Hong Yan, Weng Keong, Linxi, Kai Li, Zi Le, Jess, Glendon, Zan, Phoebe, Zheng Kai. And our cute, pretty SLOs – Jaren and Joelle (uh… respectively). Oh and Zhong Ming, Clarence, and those people who made it a great experience for us.

But still.

We stayed over at YMCA Metro in the basement bunks till about 2.30 am. The Monopoly game was quite hectic, and we were joined by Zhong Ming, the alternative chair, who was quite fussed over by the girls for his oh-so-unique concoction of geeky intellect and boyish charms. Clarence also came, and he got similar treatment, but more for his Aussie accent. The monopoly game began to devolve into senseless chaos until I valiantly (and admittedly, quite brilliantly) negotiated deals with the players on the board. Alas! My invocations toward a more playable game were crushed when they decided to play a mix of truth or dare.

“Let’s go in the next round, okay? Guys?”

I was quite bored (those around the table apparently weren’t, given Lisa’s impressive ability to invent truths and dares you wouldn’t realise could even exist in a somewhat decent mind), until we decided to play Bridge. The game is quite, quite intriguing and I found I had a very decent appetite for risk. The obsession with Bridge lasted throughout the convention – occasionally we would slip out of lectures and play it on the tables besides the theatrette. Robyn memorably commented on the addict-like nature with which we played the game. Then we would sneak back in just in time for Q&A. The Organising Comm obviously wasn’t too pleased and they made that known, after which we the decent facils sat through the entire lecture.

Another time we played at J8 before that night’s performance. For some reason we had 4 folds in a row. Statistically speaking, we reduced the chances of another group of 4 bridge players getting that. Oh! The sacrifices I make to make this world a better, happier place!

Stayover #2

Stayovers always excite me. There’s something magical about not returning home to do something – a project, a movie marathon, or just plain cards. But I simply don’t dig the immense enthusiasm where bathing and brushing teeth are concerned especially during camps. People just can’t wait to go and take a brush (cool) or take a bath (even cooler) and it’s almost like an uncontrollable urge. I’m going to hypothesise that it’s a communal thing that deepens the sense of community.

But we stayed over at Lisa aunt’s house! It was wonderful stuff. Before that we had the closing party, in which we performed a very phail version of the batch dance, which ended at 10:30. By the time we reached her house it was midnight, and we stayed till 5:30 with gaga gossip and blessed bridge. It was très cool. The entire convention experience was wrapped up very nicely like that, and at 6 the “next morning” we headed back to YMCA metro for breakfast.

My most important takeaway from AYC?

I love bridge.

And now it’s back to reality for me. It’s going to be a real hectic 2 weeks for me – planning and executing a tournament, finishing an overdue PW report draft, catching up on 2 weeeks of Geog, GP and Lit. If you see me down the corridor, ask me how I’m doing.

Hopefully we’ll get to catch up – unless I give a hurried smile and rush down the corridor, buried in my busy little existence.

CAP, facebook and my idiotic notion of holidays

CAP’09 leaves me with a sense of bewilderment and astonishment. I have thought for five minutes how to put this, but even writing casually about it seems difficult. We had the “academic” stuff on one hand, which wasn’t excessively mind-nourishing. My greatest takeaway was Cyril Wong’s (the local poet) comment of my hastily scribbled poem:

“A bad Sylvia Plath.”
- Cyril Wong

So much for my lit capabilities. We had Agnes Meadows as well (a brilliant performance poet, but I accidentally blurted out “Meadowfields” instead – and have been mocked quite extensively ever since). The plenaries were sleepfestes, while the writing workshops were not bad. I was exposed to poetry writing – not my can of rootbeer, but still. For the performance workshop, I was allocated Contemporary Dance. Now I want you to imagine me. Then imagine me dancing. I know it looks bad. So stop imagining and get back to this post.

CAP was much more of a social event. We meet fellow students from different backgrounds and schools not as students, but as people waiting to socialise and be socialised with. I was privileged to be part of the “4AM gangzz” clique. (Somehow groups of friends make things more endurable.)

The 4AM gangz

this one with leon

Initially it was Rachelle (self-declared tyrant-tranny from VJ), Samuel (“good” samuel from TJ) and I. We caught on almost immediately, and stuck together throughout. It’s amazing how you can enter this camp and after 5 days feel as if you’ve known the person for such a long time. We were joined by Leon/TQ/Michelle (RJ), Liying (PJ), Yishu (AC) and Isaac (NUSH) soon after. On the last night 0f CAP, we stayed up at the campus’ “Reading Room” and went from playing iPhones to naughty gossip to music appreciation to plain talk. Some person lay sprawled across the length of the large tables, and some person – worse – spat blueberry waffles onto the iPhones! Various declarations were made – from Rachelle’s “I have eight boobs” and “all my underwear is on my bed” to Liying’s so-naughty-it-should-be-forbidden gossip – that it kept the conversation going. It was havoc.

I left at around 3:30 – apparently they stayed till 4:00 until some councillors caught the rest of them. I heard the next day that the councillors even thought that they were making love. The very idea still makes me laugh.

It all leads me back to my thesis: it’s darn refreshing to know people from other backgrounds.

The subsequent uploading frenzy of facebook photos was one of the most ferocious I’ve seen – scrolling, tagging, commenting – one entire night frizzled into virtual bits of colours joined together to represent friendships made. Camwhoring was another major feature in the last hour. Led by the indefatigable Rachelle, the 4AM gangz took over a hundred shots. (Facebook, we were sure, was going to crash that night, given the amount of photos taken. FB has created new purpose for digital cameras.)

And lastly, my recent invention is quite simply the most nifty thing in the World of Mugging: the Slack Quotient. It measures your work done over a period of time. Unlike IQ, it can vary at different intervals. For simplicity of use, Aaron Tang and Nigel have a moving SQ average of 1-24; while Wenjie has an average (self-declared) SQ of 180. This Wiki article uses almost humorous terms to describe IQ. On the same scale:

SQ Ranges	Slackness Classification
1-24	Profound Retardation in slacking ability
25–39	Severe Retardation in slacking ability
40–54	Moderate Retardation in slacking ability
55–69	Mild Retardation in slacking ability
70–84	Borderline Retardation in slacking ability
85-114	Average Intelligence in slacking
115-129	Bright in slacking
130-144	Moderately Gifted in slacking
145-159	Highly Gifted in slacking
160-175	Exceptionally Gifted in slacking
Over 175	Profoundly Gifted in slacking

the last day of school

The last day of school always holds some special significance. In A13A, it meant that a quarter of our JC life had finished. That held some form of significance. I hope A13A gets to bond more. It’s going to be a pity if a bunch of nice, genuine, and thinking people are trapped by divisions.

In any case, here’s a peak into an extraordinary day into my life (otherwise I wouldn’t have posted it here, would I?). I waited for about 2 hours for debates. I didn’t get to debate, i.e. I’m not selected into the ACJC I/C debates team. I am beginning to be quite immune to such disappointments, especially in debates. It’s hardly new – because you are lacking, therefore you should not enter the team. Because you do not enter the team, you are lacking. Because you are lacking, therefore you should not enter the team. Because… ad infinitum

But the purpose of this post is not for such banal things like competitions and selections – people who aren’t selected for anything, get over it! If people think you don’t matter, don’t make yourself matter to them. Be someone else altogether to someone else. You don’t need to be good for causes or people which demean you as a person. Don’t degrade yourself. So what if you aren’t good in that field? Don’t encourage yourself with the “you weren’t selected because the team requires synergy.” It’s only hasty, oops-i-can-think-of-anything-else-to-say-therefore-i’ll-say-this-feel-good-crap dialogue your ears should hardly bother about. Coaches use that often. It means i’m-sorry-but-you-suck. (Haha don’t you even think of labelling me a cynic, because you are thinking just that too. Own up to it – you aren’t good, so do something else. Be someone to who really matters.)

After being mildly worn out during debates of not doing anything, I deliberated, then went to AstroNight. The stars weren’t important; the people there were. I met wenjie, who went out with me for dinner. (teehehee, wenjie. better hope someone doesn’t read this!) I realised they – aaron, renyong and him – were going to aaron’s house for a competition the day after. So I decided to tag along for a stayover, with everyone else – after all, it was the last day of school.

It was 11:30 when they ended the Night officially, and packed up. So the four of us went to his house. The attic was large, and comprised two rooms. (For those who haven’t been there, it’s quite a treat. There’s childhood toys, music CDs, X Boxes, and even a drum set.) They were having a little trouble captioning their photos, so I started playing videos on Youtube. Music, Live performances, Vlogs. It was entertaining, though I admit I was initially quite a distraction.

Later aaron collapsed in fatigue, so wenjie and I stayed up with the Mac. We started to listen and sing pop songs – mainly the divas – and began about two hours worth of singing. Obviously only the divas featured in our playlist – Celine, Leona, Mariah (a pity no Whitney this time) – I’m positive that only they can sing, and sing well. Wenjie has perfect pitch, but he occasionally “over-estimates” the vocal latitude of the singer. So he is consistently about a semitone away from the note. (This is a problem which consistently plagues a good deal of guys when singing songs sung by ladies. The pitch goes high, the notes waver, the voice lacks punch. Transposing the song an octave or another lower is less of a sin than losing the power and tone, I realised. )

So anyway renyong joins us and it’s about half an hour before we sleep. I couldn’t go down and retrive my bottle, so I was left thirsty in the attic. It was really because of Snowball, aaron’s dog, who barked incessantly at the sound of our voices and footsteps down the stairs. It’s not wise to wake your host’s family up, but it is especially foolish to do so at 2:30 in the morning.

So we wake up at 8 the next day. They do their rehearsals and mock-ups. (They used a very considerable amount of effort and time – that much was evident.) I do my youtube. A little more singing resumes. But the mood is serious. We have brunch at 10. They leave for their competition, and I leave for home.

“If That’s What it Takes, (do this nonsense.)” – the DIVA version

Ok. Being the victim of relentless facebook tagging and msn nudging isn’t too fun, so here goes.

This is a DIVA version – that means, the songs listed here only belong to a select number of the divas. These include: Celine Dion, Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Leona Lewis (she’s on her way there), Roberta Flack, Barbra Streisand. No other artistes are included, so this is a unique experiment of sorts.

1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?
I Wish You Well – Mariah Carey [Fair enough.]

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
You Are My Heaven – Roberta Flack [Once again, well done.]

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
So Emotional – Whitney Houston [Contrary to this and popular opinion, I am not emo.]

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
I Got Nothin’ Left – Celine Dion [A bad omen indeed.]

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
I Will Be – Leona Lewis [I will be what? WHAT! Tell me!]

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Pour Que Tu M’Aimes Encore – Celine Dion (So that you love me again) [Again? Ok, let's do it again.]

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Thinking About You – Whitney Houston [Begging the question is a fallacy you know, iTunes.]

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas – Whitney Houston [Nah.]

WHAT IS 2+2?
Why Does it Hurt So Bad – Whitney Houston [Math... *Cough Cough*]

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Have A Heart – Celine Dion

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman – Celine Dion [I beg your pardon? (I am so tempted to change this.) ]

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Un garçon pas comme les autres (Ziggy) – Celine Dion (A Boy Unlike the Others) [I say!]

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Tout L’or Des Hommes – Celine Dion (All the Men’s Gold) [$$$ I'm going to be rich. Real rich.]

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Anytime You Need a Friend – Mariah Carey

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Take Good Care of My Heart -Whitney Houston

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Joy Ride – Mariah Carey [Fair enough.]

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Seduces Me – Celine Dion [WHAT.THE.HELL.]

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
After We Make Love – Whitney Houston [I don't think so....]

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
You’ll Never Stand Alone – Whitney Houston

WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
One Sweet Day – Mariah Carey (feat. Boyz il. Men) [I am masochistic.]

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Bleeding Love – Leona Lewis [This is really fitting - really, really fitting.]

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
This Time – Celine Dion [Next time, maybe? Not now.]

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Halfway to Heaven – Celine Dion

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Don’t Rain on my Parade – Barbra Streisand [The lit-ness of it all!]

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Amar Haciendo el Amor – Celine Dion (You Only Love Once) [I guess... I'll only marry once? So yes, I'll get married.]

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
You’re So Cold – Mariah Carey [Aww....]

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
I Believe in You and Me – Whitney Houston

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Didn’t We Almost Have it All – Whitney Houston

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Misled – Celine Dion

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
If That’s What it Takes – Celine Dion [If that's what it takes, I shall torturetag more people.]

2008 in review

2008 was a very… different year.

As with all years.

But 2008 was different in a unique way.

It was more different.

(How’s that for a useless introduction?)

I didn’t really know where or when to begin, so I perused through my blog entries. It seems fascinating that a weblog can uncover a great deal hidden in your memory.

2008 began with a smashing post, “school has… um started?“, holding the record for the shortest post in this blog. Then I posted a quick message about being an intransigent, short for a stubborn and uncompromising individual, thereby justifying my bad impression of myself. March was possibly the most disappointing month, after not being selected for the BB AQ race in the school team, of reasons I still will not fathom. The day the selection results came out was undoubtedly the saddest day in my recent history, and permanantly altered my outlook towards BB. (*the post is not available for public viewing.)

March was also a month of renewed hopes. The World Scholars’ Cup Asian regional semi-finals were held in Singapore. This round of competition, to tell the truth, was lacking in organisation and rigour. Our team also had a poor performance, but, thanks to a random sponsorship, entered the Finals. Still, we did beyond expectations in the World Finals held in Seoul, clinching an 8th, which wasn’t really too bad. Two intellectual role-models, Gerald Sng and Andrew Tam, were brilliant in their own ways; the first seemed slack but won a number of individual prizes, the second had a natural capacity to ingest information smoothly.

May was a spectecular month – there was the Interhouse Humans Quiz, which boosted the image of Humanities in our school. I lost my computer due a rare virus, but thankfully resuscitated some data. There was also the introduction of geographic thought in the Geog RA syllabus, resulting in the True Growth Index. This eventually morphed to become my RE report, which entered the semis and wasn’t bad at all. It also marked the first of a string of nights where sleep was compromised. Of course May also saw my sudden awareness of Leona Lewis, winner of the 2006 (British) X-Factor. For the rest of the month, my ears heard nothing but her songs and her voice. (You cannot imagine.)

June marked another competition – NUS GeoTrail – but was a stunning disappointment. It also marked the stellar rise of Mariah Carey in my playlist count, because of her unparalleled brilliance at vocal control. The next month, July, was somewhat uneventful, save for the new term cewhlerobama to describe my favourite divas.

August wasn’t too exciting either. There was the Interhouse Debates, which was a beginning in my interest in formal debates. September was quite a different matter – it was the month where the US Presidential Elections started to heat up! The rivalry of McCain and Obama was spectecular (and so were the funds), but showed that democracy was still alive and kicking in America. That month gave birth to an impassioned post about a mallicious, overly popular video about a lame US veteran using the fallacy of emotions to appeal to abuse American’s emotions and create a logical black hole.

The beginning of October marked the EOYs – with unexpected performances in various subjects  – some unbelievably good, others quite the opposite. That month also saw the conversion of a science student to a humanities student, argued with a number of reasons coming into play. Despite plenty of iner turmoil and external surprise, I am now a fully-fledged humanities student.

Eventful? Yes. Meaningful? Yes. Fun? Not always. Easy? No.

There were people particularly relevant to the series of events which occured. Among these are my teachers – two of whom I owe particular debt to – Mr Yuen and Mr Wee, incidentally also both my RA teachers. Their dedication, experience and passion are rare qualities in the teaching sector nowadays, and they shone elegantly through both mentors. I believe both should be hallmarks of what the national teaching occupation should aim towards.

If you ask me, 2008 isn’t at all about those things that happened, as detailed above. It’s not just the personal experience, but it’s the people, the friends, the family which built a beautiful year.

This year, in review, was a wonderful experience.

braces

Today was the first session.

Many people have urged me to “do braces lah” urgently, after observing my two elegant rows of teeth.

Two teeth (out of four) were removed. That costs $110.

Still, the tooth structure is beautiful.

Source

In any case, the exam results were expected.

Except for Maths, where I had one unbelievably good and another unbelievably bad score. Which averaged out quite nicely. The rest were fine.

Wenjie booted me out of RA prize for Geog, although I managed to clinch a second for EOY. The score disparity can be attributed to my very poor performance in two Geog tests, barring which, I might have obtained a significantly higher score.

If some random person doesn’t score desperately well for EOY, then I have a stroke of hope to clinch the SS prize. Talk to me if you got 29/30. Nigels and Fongs are prohibited.

absence

This blog will be devoid of posts until after the EOYs.

Sorry, but these are exams.

(And here’s something very cute to chew on:)

a birthday post

It’s an imperative that I post a birthday post.

But I’m so busy. Truly. For one, I’m doing an entire RE project in two weeks – not because I’ve been a slacker, but because the first RE was done in as the competition – scholar’s cup – and so I’m doing this simply because I like it.

I’ve grown quite a fair bit from sec3 to sec4 – no longer in terms of intellect (as comapred to my sec3 journey) – but in terms of emotions. Somehow they have become much more sentivised.
Emotional control is increasingly relevant for relationships of any sort – at least in my little world.

For some strange reason, I like to look at people’s motives for doing just about anything. It’s actually fun to “deconstruct” people’s every single action for you to analyse. It’s like mental fodder, just that it occurs so often that people rarely notice or find too trivial.

Haha.

Haha.

Haha.

Anyway, just an update about my life.

Most importantly, my parents are buying durians like buying eggs. Their expenditure on durians for this month, I calculated, is mind-boggling. The exact figure shall not be released.

Meanwhile, I have invented a new term for my favourite singers. I have no idea why I have some weird sort of preference for female singers.

It’s cewhlerobama. Which incidentally stands for : CelineWhitneyLeonaRobertaBarbraMariah.

Go google them.

They are amazing.

But the “obama” at the back was a completely unintended thing.

Anyway here’s a few good songs. You can be quite assured of listening pleasure – I spent a good 5 minutes selecting them.

[Note: If some of them "aren't available", then click on the video instead.]

The Last To Know – Celine Dion (8/10) * a thinking song.

Where Does My Heart Beat Now – Celine Dion (9/10) *best ballade

Have A Heart – Celine Dion (9.5/10) ** this should be crowned as her most emotionally powerful song

Run Wild – Barbra Streisand (8.5/10) * divine

Bleeding Love – Leona Lewis (8/10) * overhyped, but a nice song nevertheless

Better in Time – Leona Lewis (9/10) * worth listening to every second

Set the Night to Music – Roberta Flack (8.5/10) *classic 80s-90s

Tonight I Celebrate My Love for You – Roberta Flack (9/10) *possibly the most popular wedding song

I Will Always Love You – Whitney Houston (10/10) ** the most popular song of the 20th century.

Run To You – Whitney Houston (8.5/10) * high powerful notes

Exhale (Shoop Shoop) – Whitney Houston (9/10) *melodious and moving song to sing to. used widely for dance.

One Moment in Time – Whitney Houston (9/10) * arguably the best Whintey performance ever

Touch My Body – Mariah Carey (8/10) * meaningless pop, pure pop

Love Takes Time – Mariah Carey (10/10) *this was posted in three posts already. I don’t have to explain, do I? This shows her when she first started – her vocal quality started out amazing.

I don’t want to strictly rank my favourite artistes, but you can be quite assured that Celine still tops the list in terms of listenability, vocal prowness and emotional portrayal.

These singers are good.

Really.

Really!!!

Haha, Happy Birthday to me then.

A Happy Song (shan’t reveal)