Happy Munjen New Year

The time has come for all people to stop all their work and celebrate the Munjen New Year. This is the time when members of my fami-Li gather together and do random stuff such as eat, gamble, throw oranges at each other and attempt to reduce the pain of giving money away by hiding it in an opaque red envelope. (guess what, the whole school is also going to do that tomorrow)

Anyways; most people in my fami-Li do not actually know I am the GREAT YANT who founded the Kingdom of Yant itselft. It is sad that I cannot let everyone know that I am the true ruler of an entire universe (scarly they get jealous and emotional and break down crying). It is my promise to myselft that I shall not make everybody outside the kingdom miserable by telling them what a big big figure I am. Either they see it for themselves or they are blind.

I am very sad about Baby R-Yant's angbao collection. All my relatives and friends have so many kids that I have to give much much angbaos to them. In contrast, Baby R-Yant only gets one angbao because he is the only Yant around. There is only a limit to my patience (90km/h)! I cannot be making a loss forever! (Note to selft; next time bring the whole Yant family with me to collect angbaos. It will also make me look rather powerfull bringing all the baby puppies around)

Ok i shall end the post around here. A lot of people have been asking me on the New Year's Eve Eve incident. I shall get everybody to give their views on the incident. Please vote on the tagboard whose story you want to hear first. Current options are; Myself the GREAT YANT Itselft, DLY the official Yant in charge, Pooh-bear my chief pet, a random brat, the ecologico-historico-chemico-psycologico-economico-analyst. For all those who don't know what incident I am talking about, you may negative vote an option, don't vote and read to make sense of the situation or dao this place while the members of the Kingdom attempt to clear the air (to about a PSI of 30).

I am so inspired

When activities move into full swing and all of us become very busy, when life starts to lose meaning and work becomes our sole religion, when rehearsals become a chore and performances a dreadful fear, we the brats, mo matter how simple and unimportant, need some inspiration. (Yes, my uber long sentence is to show that I'm "longing" for the inspiration)

Anyway, all senior brats were treated to the most inspirational speech of our lives by none other than the GREAT YANT. Our great leader gave us 15 minutes of our emotional nourishment needed to spur us on in our future endeavours. We were given the new title "pioneers" which means that we are not just JVC or Toshiba. It also tells us that we are not only vaccum cleaners that suck, we are also televisions that flash. We also learnt that in addition to our leader being called Mrs See, we have a new sub-leader called Mr Look. Together, they form the "look see look see" group, the main observers of our weekly practice. We are of course honoured to have a committee formed just to be our rehearsal critics.

Thus, we brats, as unimportant as we are, have to work as hard as possible to repay our leader. We must concentrate to play every single piece, even if it is munjen music. After all, as the GREAT YANT said, "Don't think that just because this is non-western music means I don't need to use my brain!"

"I con" Myself

As we all should know, the Esplanade (also known as the Durian) is supposedly the arts icon of Singapore. Read the previous sentence again. Notice there is a word that happens to describe me too? For all those unsharp people who haven't gotten the point, the word is "icon". Yup! As much as the Esplanade is an icon for the country, I the GREAT YANT am the icon for my Kingdom. Thus, it is very important that i make contact with this important figure.

Here comes my problem, I am sort of powerless outside my kingdom. It is really sad that even the SARS (refer to previous posts to understand acronym) cannot do anything about it. I really need to reinforce my status as the GREAT YANT. Either I bring myself to the Esplanade or I bring the Esplanade to myself itselft!

Lately, I have noticed a brat in my IMH class who always sits next to my whiteboard. He is the Kingdom's official triangle whacker, which means he tends to use a stick to hit a bent stick to feel its vibrations. Well, some static-electro-magnetic-vibrato-induction must have passed through his body because now his hair stands up like a cockatoo, or rather like the Esplanade. Now you see the link? I don't need to bother to make the trip all the way to touch the ginormous monument. I have a similar spikey one which I can make contact with anytime I want. Best of all, he doesn't shake his head which ensures that he does not look like a simpson.