Aiyah Whatever..

I'm proud to announce that The Sunday Times blog of the week belongs to my cousin! Hmm, not entirely his actually. Co-written by his girlfriend as well. Was quite surprised to see his picture upon checking the website. After glancing through the articles and the pictures, I had no doubt it was him. Who else has such a strong command of the English language? Which guy would be so crazy about toys? And a few minutes ago, I was very sure it had to be him. Who else has such musical talent? Almost died laughing at the song he composed. The lyrics are hilarious and the tune is so catchy. He sounds like Ah Niu.(His voice is not that low in reality). And the piano recital of the song found in Ray was just sheer brilliance. Literally put a Grade 8 holder like me to absolute shame. I didn't know he was so musically talented till today. He would only play the piano in Granny's house during CNY when I wasn't around. The moment I stepped into the room, he would stop playing immediately as though he was ashamed of his own music just because he didn't have a complete portfolio of musical certificates like me. It's ironic that most of the people around me who have completed Grade 8 have all treated their pianos as white elephants after graduation while those with no proper piano foundation are actually the ones composing songs and enjoying the beauty of music now. It just goes to show how unimportant certificates are. Learning for the sake of passing exams defeats the whole purpose of education.

So, here's a brief introduction of my cousin. Mr Tan is a mere 4 DAYS older than me and would be graduating soon with a Masters in Law. Besides the obvious vast difference in intellectual level between him and me, we actually share many similar interests. Love of soft toys, soccer, tennis and of course needless to say, music. Guess it can be attributed to something called genes. But come to think of it, no one in Barbara's family is even muscially inclined. Perhaps KK Hospital was surrounded with beautiful music during the end of November 1982 while we were peacefully lying in our baby cots ? That I won't know. Whatever it is, I'll make sure I witness him playing his piano pieces when he gets back from the States. Perhaps we can even compose a few pieces together.

At the meantime, I shall continue figuring out the lyrics of his song, which mocks at both Jay Chou and Lee Hom's low standard of Mandarin.