Drumset

Where can i play drums?

Where can i play drums without disturbing my fellow neighbours?

Where can i play drums when i need to practice my drums?

Mmm.. Where?

O o..

I will be having audition next Monday.

Seeking for graded tuned percussion ABRSM book 4.

Fine line between drums and mallets.

To prepare mentally, if i don't get in, I will eat a bar of ice cream.

And perhaps there will be another route planned for me, I can teach for good.

If i get in, i will have to spend much time on tuned percussion.

I will be a more educated percussionist that teach drums.

I had a dream written down when i was 19 years old. And God told me to give him the glory.

To think of it, I am really happy i had no talent, no former music education, no certificate, no guided training for percussion, don't play mallets and i am 23 this year.

I am a sure fail case for audition, but Heidi showed me grace and did allowed me to participate in this audition.

Ms Hedi said:

"You got in last year because there were no one better than you!"

Thats how i got in last year. (In fact there were only 2 qualified percussionist and i am one of them LOL)

Competition is bad this year.

I never felt the need to fast. I never worried sick for a single day in my school life. I always want to be near the top.

Now i want to do the things i know i am not good at but i need to do it. I will never do such a thing in my life.. but now, and i want to do it really really well.

I can visualise days of sight reading, scales and arpeggios on the mallets, history texts, music essays, presentations. I am certainly not good in any of these.

Elim once said i might not like the kind of education in music school... at least not the history texts. It had a big impact on me. I know it is not true, but then she was so certain i am afraid it is true. I respect her as a cell leader and i never heard it is a good or bad thing that i did the choices in my life now, but there were many times when she said no matter what bad choices we make, God will use it for a purpose. So certainly i made a bad choice to quit school. Well, i am grown up enough to discard the need for affirmation.

The worst thing that can happen now is.. to lose my arm.

God, I love you and i trust you have written a Cool plan in my life. Just let them happen. And teach me to be happy in all these things that are about to happen.

Cute song

I heard and i like it.
I think i will go to africa one day.
But then i want to go to hong kong this year.

Dreams are movie trailers to me.
The things i see i do not fully understand,
The scenes are misleading,
I will not fully understand until it happens,
Sometimes i tend to guess.
Sometimes i just let it pass.
Often, i recall and try to comprehend the purpose of these trailers.

It happens to everyone else. Very often we wake up and when the day starts, we can't remember what our dreams were.
Perhaps it doesn't matter whether or not we can recall.

But there are come scenes that comes back and forth

and i like watching them in 3d or even 4d!

I am literally inside these movie trailers.

I love to know that i can leap very far.. at least 10 metres, and sometimes grow wings on my back and fly. This will certainly be a very addictive game. But then, knowing that nothing here last(perhaps as long as i am asleep), i do not hold on to it as if it is eternal.

Thinking back as i am typing, i know that nothing on earth last too(perhaps as long as i am awake/alive).

Why then are we more aware when we are awake?

The difference between dreams and reality is the effort to create.

In fact everything seems to come to me, i can adapt to it or i can create a change.

In reality, the changes abides by the laws of science.

In dreams, the changes we can create are unknown.

If God allows me to abandon my nightmares to realise i am actually safe on bed in the real world, it is a real encouragement that whatever living nightmares that we go through will wake us up to the hands of our God... Only if we were resting in his arms in the first place. If we were sleeping and rolling around the edges of cliffs, i am certain we will not wake up alive, but more dead than the nightmare wants us dead.

Good sleep gives me a chance to repair my broken body.

Living another day gives me a chance to repair my broken relationship with God.

Miss this student

I have a student from south africa, she is the best student i ever had. Did extra homework and pushed herself to excel in whatever was given. I was inspired and i know i would want to be this same kind of student that would make a teacher so happy.

We had supper at the dim sum shop beside Mac.

Deep impression.

Emo-tions

It is a wonderful thing to hear the simple laughter of seemingly innocent kids. It is wonderful to see them smile and look at you with teary puppy eyes.

(I remember when i was 9 years old, sticking chewing gum on the back my hair and hugging the strong thighs of my dad crying for help. 10 years old I pushed my brother to smash a window pane. 11 years old fractured my right arm. 13 years old pierced deep into my thumb joint with a pair of scissors. 14 years old knocked the back of my head so hard i saw flashes of memory. 18 years old cracked a youth pastor's rib accidentally. 19 years bitten by a swarm of hornets.)

Blue

I want to be the blue in the sky, goes by life unnoticed until the storm blows me away.

And i want to be the blue in the rainbow, where the company of green and indigo assures me that the storm will pass.

And I will be the blue in the beautiful sea, where the blue i wanted to be, i will be.

Sudden realisation

Will the 9 years old i was look up to me.. and say,

"I wanna be just like you!"

I woke up and saw in the mirror a reflection of myself when i was 9 years old,

The boy looks just as blank as a piece of paper,

"Why are you here?" he asked.

And then memories cast a vivid hologram right in front of me.

Why have these pictures of my ambition lost its light?

I want to be the blue in the sky, goes by life unnoticed until the storm blows me away.

And i want to be the blue in the rainbow, where the company of green and indigo assures me that the storm will pass.

And I will be the blue in the beautiful sea, where the blue i wanted to be, i will be.

Tuesday with Harry

I like the name, harry.

Anyway today was really wonderful.

But there is a voice from God that i can't forget!

The word is, "you need a plan"

No matter it is me or God, either way i need a plan.

I have heard it is foolish to plan and fantasize about tml when we have no idea about whether we will still live tml.

But it is a whimp to live on a string. Nothing to come, nothing to lose. Nothing to fight for, nothing to die for. Nothing to dream, nothing to discourage. This i call no life.

I need a plan

Tuesday

Today is Tuesday.

I sold my drum oficially for 580.

I got my cheque officially for 100.

I got my ippt silver officially for 200.

I want to Thank God for providing me a healthy body and healthy mind.

I bought King's walls ice cream with oreo cookies and a Neapolitan ice cream at 10dollars exactly as a treat for Elim, Kenny and Yee kei.

I am turning into a boring geek.

God is very good today, he put a rainbow in front of my eyes that grew bigger and bigger in the sky. I am sure it is not hallucination. It is very big and it is 50times the size of an apache i see in the sky. Very beautiful.

time

time translates itself in random ways,

Therefore a language that we can comprehend(or read) but can't seem to understand.

There is a tempo

A fast travelling car is fast, a driver in the car is slow but he is as fast as the car can get. His heart thumps an average of 80, maybe 120 for the "going to heart attack", but is still locked in time. Engines spins as fast as 100km worth of revolution per hour. Still locked in time.

And the tempo is not 60bpm

Why is a day divided into so many subdivisions(24 hours a day) and y does it lock in so precisely?

If a full day were in measures(in musical terms) there would be exactly 21600 bars of 4/4(time signature) at 60bpm. Every single bar takes up 4 seconds. Then again it says nothing, i am just coming up with another rule to define time which in itself is fixed.

I can call a goldfish Bob, or Peter or even Ken but it never changes the fact that it is still a goldfish, at most it might change the perception of Bob if you had a friend by the name of Bob. Or even better, you might relate Bob with that goldfish.

In the same way, a day is named and 24 subdivisions called hours are given. smaller divisions into 60(called minutes) are given, even smaller divisions of 60ths(called seconds) are given.

and Why this way, perhaps there is no need for a reason.

I have a clock ticking in 240bpm just by my bed. And it is working the same.

By certain science fiction deduction, if we were to group time into more parcels, instead of having 24 hours a day.. we would have 48 "hours" a day running about a 24th major division clock, with still 5 units between each major division. Simply to say, my imagined 2 seconds is your 1 second. If i were given more parcels of time, would i feel like i have more time to spare in a day. Will our senses be more active to get more things done or will we give ourselves more "time" for normal activities.

I played(drums) slower when i play slow rock and i played faster when i play fast rock. One operates in 75, the latter in 120. I generally felt comfortable in both. My hands moved faster, and I think ahead faster. I might even have breathed a little faster. And i don't mean that i cut short the amount of time i have. I had more.

This has little to do with the universe

It is my perception that changed. The earth spins just as fast no matter how fast i move or react.

But i might think the earth spins twice as slow now.

Nothing changed. Stop reading if anyone is(now).

I am on a automated treadmill. I can only go forward while everything else revolves and decay.

God is real and everything has been planned even before i see it happen. It has been planned but it is not set. And i do not know the entire plan but i know whatever incident that has happened. Thats the interesting part i like. And if it is true, there is no reason for me to go back to where i was. It is set. What i can change is what is not yet set, not yet seen.

Sometimes watching a movie that we have watched before is fun even if we know what is to come. We often get nothing more out of the story. But if following through the process is fun, then it is the whole process that we need to revive to experience. If i had a device that could capture a beautiful moment in time.. all the spaces, lights, sound, smell and even my own physical condition and store it up, i would be time travelling and bringing my friends to the same "moments" that i treasure. And it will not be hard if we could start now. And it would really not be hard if it operates from our memory and recreates in our memory. A reason to live a dream. But not too long. Precious moments that might happen might just be lost as you tour another person's moment.

Dreaming away is me.

Gone!

First thing(collective of things) gone.

As i say, as we grow old some things that seem really important to us don't seem as important now.

But it is impossible to deny that i will miss it.

Thats for $580.

Too bad if you missed this good deal.

Not to say it is cheap, but i mean.. it has the sweat and blood of a once passionate drummer who thought he could make a mark in history with mere drums. Gone are the days.

Nothing matters

It is all part of growing up when the things in life that were really crucial actually do not seem that important now.

And when the things that I take for granted were actually the only things that matters.

Take drumming for example, everyone wants to be the best that they can ever be (this was what i thought). And wants to be heard whenever they can be.

But the true essence of enjoying drumming to the point where the act of hitting something arouses a certain kind of joy that is too pure to believe it is true, is in fact Profound.

Everyone has first love, and this love carries them through a period of grinding and pounding(sometimes physical.. oh no.. sounds wrong. Wad i mean is trials) After all these hardships, we find ourselves beatened. Forcing a contented smile out of all the pain. But the growth that we experienced always seems far less than what it actually is. It is here where i give my respect to the ones who actually renew their love on the basis of pure enjoyment.

Oh man.. I don't mean it anyway dirty.. but what i had in mind was really a great enlightenment, i wished i could connect my brain to a good writer. This is a big chapter in my life.

Dear Randomness

Hail to Your Randomness!

There have been too many "perhaps" happening in me that i realise it is time to "Realise"

Perhaps will never cross the line to intrude unless Realised.

Realise will never meet anything unknown unless Perhaps speculates.

Rain drops

(as i was staring blankly into the randomness of this uninvited drizzl

No, this is not a typo error. Is there a reason why everything must start and

No, i do not believe so. If everything has the quality to resolves itself to an END, eternity would not

Yes, i have just discovered a secret principle that will revolutionize

Yes, you better learn this now or you might only realise it too late when revolution has happened

No cult here, perhaps it is science, perhaps it is philosophy,

Nothing end.. nothing last.. (at least not on earth) and when there is really only one thing that can end.. it will be time.

if time ends.. and it reverses.. ..sesrever ti dna ..sdne emit fi

.emit eb lliw ti ..dne nac taht gniht eno ylno yllaer si ereht nehw dna (htrae no ton tsael ta) ..tsal gnihton ..dne gnihtoN ( sentences reverse )

Perhaps nothing coherrent will be perceived in the process of time reversal.

What goes UP comes DOWN(with gravity).. what had happened happens.. and it continues to happen..

Just imagine.. if there is a time magnet.. And it pulls time back towards it.. The more time runs away from it.. the stronger it is attracted back to it. Just like when a ball thrown into the air stops, time will stop one day, and i would call it an end. And after which we would be undoing the things that have been done. We would turn younger, walk backwards, spit the water we drunk, cells we grow disseminate into elements, soon enough we become a foetus and we would be a sperm and we were too mere carbon atoms. This is wrong for sure, God can't exist the way i know Him. The dead will rise again.. but they soon will vanish and become mere carbon atoms.

What if this time magnet is situated at the end of the universe where even the first sun ray that existed from the first nuclear explosion have not reached it yet. It is sensible, We cannot grab what is flying towards it... tats all for now.

Let time run. Space will come into play.

Reading buddy

Hey. It is good to find you back reading mate.
I thought i lost you for good since the age of 10 or 12 i cannot remember.
(actually i am talking to the deprived reader inside me)

It was not long before i quit saying i hate reading, there have been a strange urge that prompted me to start reading again.
I started with reading fiction books the past 2 days.. completed 2 rather thick fiction books meant for childen.. they are fascinating! Full of emotions and even lead me to recall many events of my distant past.(perhaps misty recollections of a nerdy childhood life.)

Primary school:

Class 6H
I must say i could have been the strangest guy to have evolved out of this worst off primary class where A is the top class and i am way in A,B,C... H! The second worst class other then I. :) I am very happy in there. One of my teacher's favourite pet.
My teacher Mrs Samuel loves me alot. However I can remember how i was scolded for not cleaning up the toilet when it was my duty.. Honestly i have no idea of what is the meaning of responsibility at that tender age of 11.

Loner
A quiet boy i am, often a loner in school.. but i am happy being alone. Perhaps sometimes i would look for my friend Junwei to play.. whatever.. marbles, catching, inclined pull ups.. and also peiqiang.. however i often heard they went to smoke and once tried smoking in my home toilet when we were suppose to use the cigarette for a science experiment. Of course i didn't want to. I know it is bad for my lungs.

Science geek

I excelled in my science. It must be the countless times i read through my science text book. I like the pictures and always think of toilet when i look at the picture of rafflesia flower and an animated cartoon holding their nose. I can't forget the time when 2 strangers from class 6A come running after me and asked me: "Are you Jiaxing?" I was puzzelled.. cuz i know no one in 6A. Later then did i find out that the whole elite class of 6A were shocked when a lower being in class 6H got 92 for science SA when their best score was only 85. Results were always on parent's lips.. but i never want to compare.

Secondary school:

New friends:

Of course i went to the best class 1E1. By now i have completely evolved into a geek. Loner most of the time. However i am very grateful that there are a few friends who don't find me weird. And like their company too. Well this is when i understood the meaning of true friendship. Wee Siang and Kun Jian are 2 geeks i like to be around with.. LOL! Wee Siang is less of a geek.. perhaps a street smart rich kid down the block who lives in a condo! I always thought people who lives in Condo are rich ppl. We often drop by his condo to play Pool(or billard)!

CCA:

It was CCA day and there were performances after performances held in the hall. Lion dance troops, chinese dance, ELDDS, Choir and finally Band. The band was Big!( at least to me) They played a 3 songs and often my ears would fall to this rain sizzling sound which would buzz my ears. I was alive for a moment. And final song was an errie piece and this buzzing sound ended marked the finale of the song. I could hear my malay friend behind whispering.. "WOW that drum roll sounds like rain sound sia.." .. I was as usual.. calm and steady thinking to myself... " I am going to be like that guy who will play the rain sound."

Choir audition:

There were rumours that entering choir would mean you are a gay... However i wanted to enter because i always wanted to sing well. My music teacher was auditioning and testing our ears and voice. One after the other, kids got selected and some got kicked out for playing a fool. I was very serious.. When it is my turn.. i was dead nervous.. I see my teacher plays up the scale, hit a chord and then press a note.. "sing" she said.. i was stunned.. and i "ahh.." and i know i was producing the same sound i hear.. After a few tries.. i was rejected.. My friends were clapping.. "WOW you acted so well, you sang totally out of tune! How did you do that!".. Man i must say thats the saddest day of my life.

Band audition:

Still having high hope for being the guy to play the rain sound. I went for Band audition with a rowdy friend called Frankie. We are total contrast.. however he is very nice to be around with and he didn't mind me being too quiet.. Or i thought he didn't mind. I am very grateful. To cut the story short.. i really couldn't play any wind instrument or brass instrument and thats why i was given a pair of sticks.. I could feel a sense of awe as i hold the stick.. "WOW!"

I can't remember any audition.. i just knew i am in. I am among the drum sticks people!

Slowly i met the guy who made the rain sound which i learnt is the snare drum roll. And i watched Kwan Hwee, Zhi wei, Alvin mess around with the drumset, Fiona seldom appear. I learnt how to hit using my wrist. I played the snare drum for the whole year. And i picked up a jazz drumset piece "Rock around the clock" terribly hard and i wanted to quit band.. only to know that Mr Tan do not allow it to happen. "You stay for a while longer first.."

Well, i stayed a while and it was 4 years before i realise how much i learnt. I was still playing the snare drum mainly. Perhaps a few triangles, suspended cymbal and crash cymbal. To me, Kwan Hwee and Zhi wei were the Masters of drums.. I always see their flying sticks and paradiddles and uncountable speed. Alvin would play the drumset and i would sit behind to watch and imagine myself doing it. Well, i never got to do it until late sec 3. And i often blame the seniors for not teaching when i couldn't play a drumset piece... the fact is.. i didn't learn well. I was taking over many snare parts and crashes and toms and drumset when seniors graduate. Never did i touch the mallet, but only when keeping instruments.. i "touched" them. LOL! I remember i was replaced by a Thailand instructor for a drumset part... i was sad, yet relief.. Ms Tan, the conductor must be thinking i hate her for that.. but no i don't.. i know i am not competent enough for that piece of music and i am glad she found an instructor to teach me and replace me.

I found out later that the piece with the snare roll (rain sound) was Chant Rituals and indeed i became the guy to make the rain sound! LOL!

Working

Working does not need to be toilsome whatever tat word is.
But when work is really fun, It is pure.. Joy!!! to work.

I did one week of classes teaching drums. It is really exciting, but it does include very boring stuff, like arranging make up classes for students who can't come and collecting the fees.. headache for me. I really can't do admin stuff.
But look on the bright side! I get to see many many people young and old, tall and short.. all interested in playing drums. And i get to share teaching experiences and the funny tales with other full time staff.

I am now thinking back to the times when i got this admin job in office.. When i get loads of things that are not challenging... boring actually and had to face rejection from fellow workers who felt i was slacking too much... Gossip behind my back.. long working hours.. Shivers.. oh man.. i don't want to think about it. (deleting...)

I love to go to church. Because i just feel excited, maybe it is the friends in church, maybe it is God. But, there are so many troubles that seem to muddle this excitement and i leave church worried for the rest of my days.

God, i don't want to be in Sunday "Religious" meetings anymore. Bind this religious spirit and cast it far outside of church. Many many people say pastor lau is not a good pastor. I pray for Pastor lau and is still praying, God put her here for a reason.
Perhaps i have been warned.. not to speak bad things about Church and Pastor.. We are all humans. we have flaws.
I know why God you don't want to talk now. You want me to understand many many things and many heaven principles before you can give me an answer to my question.
If you talk now, i might not understand why and i will ask more Whys.
Just like a child begging to know about the concept of sexual reproduction.

This world made many many people into practical humans. Me too. It is the sciences that set the rules. I pray for Faith to erase all these rules. Then again, Faith and Science Coexist.. I won't see Faith if science makes all things possible.

Troubled kid down here God. Give me some lessons that i can practice.
God, if hardened claypots cannot be moulded into a pilaster, mould the clay and cement that are still fresh... the claypot can be a great decoration indoors.

Legs feel like jelly

Another song i watched a million times.
You tube hits 115,255 views to date, i might have contributed 5%. LOL

Its Vinnie Colaiuta again!!! XD



WOW!!! Man!!!
I want to do it like he does.

I remember when i was still teen at sec 3, i wanted to play like that one day.
That was when i copied my traditional grip just like vinnie. Not steve Gadd or Dave Weckl's but vinnie's.. difference is at the angle.
You know monkey see monkey do.

First thing i rewind this section at 3:00 to watch how that traditional grip.
And copied it. Index finger operated:

Ok.. Rewind.. at 2:44.. a nice fill i like. Swis triplet + swiss triplet add 2 stroke + Swiss triplet add 5 strokes in 16ths.

Let me continue to stare at this thing for a while more and learn many many things books cannot see.

...Sday would be fine

Short of money.

So i pray that i will get whatever i can get.

So I need to run more to get the 400 dollars from IPPT Gold award.
Seriously, if i run fast enough, i can help to deliver Mac by foot.
Still continue to train my stroks fast enough to get 100 from christmas bonus.

Sounds exciting, but it is gruesome, yet i like it ?!

Sting is my Favourite band.

Seven days from the album Ten Summoner's tale.

Splashing away is my favourite drummer, Vinnie Colaiuta,

No he is not a fish.

Simple song to learn the days of the week LOL!

Small happenings

Dear Monday,

How are you? Have you cleared your wardrobe of all those blue dress? Anyway, i had a great time teaching drums at MDS. I wished you had stayed longer.

Mr Polyrhythm visited me while i was in the practice room. I welcomed him and served him a cup of metronome at 70bpm. The kids can't stop running around the mat, well they were all over the place.

My Polyrhythm told me to use 5 chocolate sweets to make them settle down. But i seem to have the sweets all over the place too. So i picked up 2 to eat and they eat the rest.

I asked if i could try 7 more. But i can't seem to stuff them into the cup of metronome. So i break them up to 3 to eat and then i got it in after a few tries.

I wasn't content so i asked if i could have 9. I am clever this time, i straight away got 4 to eat and they eat the rest.

Well, that was really a secret revealed by Mr polyrhythm. The neighbours were hearing rumours that the odds could not be controlled by the Evens. Well the trick is, get the Evens to eat and they eat the rest.

I plea to know the other secret about riding on the track of a Mr Polyrhythm. But i think He can't seem to handle it himself, he suggested that i go look for the Uncle Metricmodulation. I said ok.

And then mp3 boy let me hear this song by Greg Mathieson, there Vinnie showed me how Uncle Metricmodulation looks like. I figured from assumption that i have to call out the Evens when the Odds are running steadily.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Yours In-Sane-cerely,
Harry. XD

A good Dreamer translates crazy ideas from imagination into action

Not so recently, the idea of individuality has been tormenting me from head to soles.

Sometimes ideas can be disjointed, yet if analysed, ideas are part of a process called maturation and its product, wisdom.

The most recent idea i encountered is "simplicity"

"Simple is beautiful" from my fren's msn nick,
"Get a simple idea and explore it" from Dave weckl's natural revolution,

The word "simple" used to be despised by me as mediocre, and relates to some brainless activities like reciting "abc".

but

Now i have a totally different perspective towards it. Beautiful is just the word.

It is no coincidence that when you have a concept, you will find the whole world agreeing to it as if it is a new found fact.
Even if they don't agree openly, they are actually agreeing in other subtle ways which are totally oblivious to the ignorant public yet too mandane for the informed few.

Now if no one is following me i apologise.. i apologise to my cynical attitude towards a few architectural essays which i do not understand and i thought it is crap... now that is certainly not always true. Certainly if many ideas are written solely for accelerating the process of mental maturation, then the world would certainly open its eyes and come to an agreement.
This also reminds me to keep my words few here, so i won't waste my time looking at crapy selfish pointless essays that i spill so as to remind myself of the ugliness which is not a fact.

Consider this, if ugliness exist, it is where beauty thrive. If the whole world of ideas are good, which then is better? Bad ideas accentuates our receptivity to good ones. Sadly the handicaps(mentally blinded) need some aid, and it is through the use of concise ideas that will cut their corneas like lasik. And most importantly, cut their exposure to the bright luring rays of ignorant and critical company.

Only if News company is taken over by "Facts" company.
Is it true the wise never act and the brave never think?

Stop thinking so much, you are destroying your sight reading skills. Lol!

Thinking about God, thinking of God, thinking for God.

I have realise the real Passion in me.

Learning.

There is nothing as exciting as being a noob. I love it.. and when i am no longer a noob, i find other situations other skills where i can be a noob again. And it repeats itself.

My left hand for example.. it was a chore controlling it.. now it is not hard to do whatever my right hand can do.. i am no longer interested in it anymore... and maybe play some pranks that i am a left hander. Lol! Handedness is no longer an issue. Maybe the issue is.. where should i hold my traditional grip?

I even tried to make myself left master eye.. almost there Lol! and sight reading, improvising, ear trainings, I have to admit i am very noob at these and i love it.

This can't go on if i were to be so fast changing in the things i do.

So did God put a desire in me for all these or did i create my own desires? You will not desire the things i desire, and definitely this has got a lot to do with your surroundings, and eventually the things you desire will determine what you do.

Why a philosopher don't do carpenter work, why Da vinci don't work as a main chef in a well known restaurant? We can actually do anything we want to do.. but we don't do it because it is not what we desire.

God created this desire in us or is this desire a part of our choice?

I would say God created this desire.
When we don't like something.. it is rather absolute.. but when we like something.. we sometimes doubt our extent of liking. If the things we do not like can be so definite( at least for me) then it is these things that are "not" that defines what i like.. and it is absolute. Eventually, i am born with it, circumstances might change it, and God creates circumstances.

But if it is this simple that "the things i like to do defines what i will be doing" then... y is there still uncertainty in what we will be doing most of our time(life)? Is it money? Competition? Or there is no such thing as taking a hobby as a job. No one says that.. but actually almost everyone thinks this way. I am naive, i would seem.. but i am not. I am proposing a change. There are trends that occur because people long for the success of the rich. Simple - money defines what we do now. In ideal situations with equal distribution of wealth and appreciation for effort.. our desires will define what we do.. Slackers will slack happily and labourers will labour happily.

So what are you trying to say.

I hate the idea of money. Especially the idea that i cannot live without money. Hate it to the deepest CORE!

Misunderstanding: Then give me your money Jiaxing..

I cannot live without money.. it is a truth. I am so trapped.. I hate it so much and i cannot let it go. Ultimate irritating disgusting revolting! Now imagine.. you are in a world where everything you can eat is glue.. you hate to eat glue.. but thats the only thing you can eat, people will be fighting over glue.. and you don't want to eat gule but you have to eat... glue.

Confirm there will be glue lovers storing glue in their store room in this situation.. and you are like.. ?! What the heck? You eat a ton of glue a day is it? Y do you want more than what you need?
Throw away the glue! Lets start having chef and farmers.