Recent happenings


Uploaded some recordings of me playing for church service today. They can be seen as follows, though none are particularly spectacular

Don Moen & Paul Wilbur – Blessed Be The Lord (Church Service 161016)
Sam Evans – How Could I Live Without You (Church Service 161016)
Reuben Morgan – One Day (Church Service 161016)

Lots of books to read after finals are over. Going for a couple of camps in Dec, looking forward to them. Wonder how Mystera Legacy’s doing, but not sure if I’ll go back due to having other things to do/games to play if I so desire.

The recent post on despondency – what happens when you don’t guard your heart. Unfortunately regrettable, but I guess I walked blindly into that.

Week 10 coming straight up – three essays due soon, and haven’t started on them. God help us all~

Also pretty difficult to find others to collab with. For anyone’s that’s a vocalist/instrumentalist and are interested to collab musically on songs ranging from anime to J-pop or Gospel, check this out and indicate your interest there~

Until then, let’s have a look at Bismarck. Mr. ‘Marck, or BizzyMarck, or Da Biz Man, as I like to call him. Cool dude.


Of course.

Perhaps it wasn’t the first time, but still…

It hurt no less.

A certain spiky-haired boy had been so carefree. And yet, when he had intervened when she was surrounded by delinquents..

(Was that…something..?)

It was not the outcome, but the intentions behind it. Of course she could handle herself, of course it was just another ordinary night for the Railgun. And he might not have been risking his life, but his unusual behavior caught her by surprise all the same.

Maybe, just hoping against hope, Mikoto had gotten his number. To be more accurate, his number had mysteriously ended up on her phone. And initial conversations had been frustrating, yet enjoyable.

Frustrating, because she had felt anticipation for an unknown reason…

(There was…something..)

(…what exactly am I doing?..)

This feeling of anticipation was hard to shake, as she nervously typed her request.


The reply was favorable. And though it was hard to explain why, there was…the feeling of a small smile..

Somewhere lower than where smiles usually appeared, around the left area of one’s chest.

(and yet…)

She tossed the phone on her table, and went to sleep. Whatever it was, one could wait until tomorrow.

(let’s let it spread…)

The next day saw a sleepy Mikoto rise. Sleep does not quickly come to  those who feel a certain feeling within their hearts – Mikoto was no stranger to this.

Yet mixed within these feelings of anticipation were anxiety and worry, tinged with a sense of insecurity. There had been a slight buoyancy though, and it was on this..unstable, turbulent, but hopeful grounds, that she tried to take it further.


It was raining outside. A heavy storm, washing the streets of Academy City clean. The weather forecast had predicted this, but even she was surprised at how torrential it was.

She glanced back towards her phone.

No reply. This delay was unusual, but he had definitely read her message. Maybe he needed some time to confirm with others…

(…It’s been a busy day today, and Kuroko’s not back yet…I should really change out of these into sleepwear.)

(A shower…that would be good…)

(…why’s my heart so loud all of a sudden..?)


If it had not been for the sturdy bed, the patrolling Dorm Supervisor might have heard a loud crash as a certain girl dived for her phone.

Mikoto had other things to worry about, however. The small hope had faded, and was in danger of being extinguished…

(a wa-walk, that’s….that’s the- I should, I should take a walk…)


Out on the road, a driver was heading home. A curious sight…he could’ve sworn there had been a drenched schoolgirl walking on the other side of the road…

(In this torrential rain? She must have forgotten her umbrell-Oh sh*&, what’s with the brakes now…?)

Of course.

One should have been…maybe, a bit more guarded. And in being unguarded…

(I guess…this is…)

Feelings are strange. Of course, maybe when one enjoys a conversation and they meet someone new, they could find them interesting.

And in the process, maybe one puts a bit of hope, hoping against all hope, that things may be in their favour. There could be a certain reality that one might have imagined to exist, but without confirmation…

(Why did I do this…?)

Maybe there was a reason in not wanting to confirm things. Maybe there was a reason, but one would have done so all the same, for fear of seeing their fears unveiled…

(this is…I guess…)

And the hardest part was holding it together..

How often did one know they were lying? Or was it not a lie if they felt that things were ‘fine’ or ‘alright’…even if it was not how they completely felt? Was there an arbitrary threshold for one to feel that things were fine, and for them to say it, or could one say it with mixed feelings…?

…and even if they did so, would the other person understand how they were feeling? Or did they want the other person to understand how they said they felt, or how they really felt?

(this is…it..)

Tears did not flow. But their absence was not indicative of an unbroken, unwounded heart. Rather, it was the other extreme – when one was not sure how to react aside from struggling to keep things together, and put up a front…

Even virtually.

Still, the shambling of a certain girl continued. Maybe it was a proxy by which the skies were crying, but that would not have solved, nor healed, anything.

Biting cold, shallow breaths, and a heavy step. Full of nebulous thoughts, and yet a thoughtless girl walked. Swirling multitudes of emotions, yet not one she could pin down and examine thoroughly.

Perhaps the lack of desire to do so was, in itself, an emotion.

As she wandered listlessly, an observer might have noticed that she had began walking on the road. A concerned observer might have shouted warnings at her as a truck lit her soaked uniform.

A certain spiky-haired boy would have ran up to her and sheltered her as he led her to the sidewalk. And been with her as grief was poured out in tears.

Alas though, the solution had also unknowingly been the problem.

Somewhere out there, a certain girl’s heart wept. Not out of bitterness, not out of self-pity. And maybe there was no tear-streaked face.

But there definitely was, in its place, a tear-streaked heart.

A new Collab Group for Anisong/J-Pop musicians/vocalists

(Other genres also welcome: English Pop/Rock/Metal/Gospel and C/K-Pop/J-Rock/Metal/Vocaloid.)

I’ve decided to try my hand at starting a collab group again for musicians and singers that want to collab with others but find Bandhub not to their liking and are annoyed that CollaboDaisakusen or AnimeSongCollabo seem perpetually closed to new applicants.

This new group, which goes by the unwieldy name CasualCollabCoreCorp (or C4, for short), is my attempt to remedy that. I’ll be maintaining some minimal standards, but by and large I’m going to use the skills learned from starting up and running a Steam clan to manage a community of musicians as well. The goal of this group would be to maintain a fairly active community of like-minded musicians that release a cover at least once a year, and in doing so are able to coordinate with others.

It’s open for all to apply (instructions are in the group’s description), and at the end of it all I hope to perhaps meet others to collab with come December when I begin recording the backlog of covers which only keeps growing. Having spent a couple of hours building up the infrastructure for this group in gSheets, I fully anticipate it being used, so go ahead and apply if you’ve had past experience recording covers and hope to collab with others as well! The only requirements are :

  1. You’re decently competent in your instrument/singing,
  2. You upload at least one cover a year (not that hard…) and
  3. you’re a reasonably nice person (aka not a jerk).

I’ve also made a new YT channel for this purpose, so looking forward to uploading collabs on it in the future~


A pretty cool banner too, if I do say so myself. Designed in Gimp haha

Minor uploads

Did some reorganization of covers and uploaded some stuff that I recorded when playing for service last week.

Bethel Music – Closer (Church Service 180916)
Hillsongs – One Thing (Church Service 180916)
Paul Baloche – Hosanna (Praise Is Rising) (Church Service 180916)
Jesus Culture – Your Love Never Fails (Church Service 180916)

The drums are unavoidably loud because the sound captured is by the camera within the drum enclosure, so…one can’t really hear much of the other instruments (or the singing, for that matter). Maybe I’ll see how this can be improved on in the future.