Melodic Stories

That's A Lot Of Airplanes

The poetry I do when I'm lost in the shower of thoughts.

Singapore is a vibrant city renowned for its food scene, where the fusion of cultures creates an exciting blend of flavors. Ang Chong Yi's Melodic Bites: Where Music Meets Singaporean Flavors takes this culinary diversity to a whole new level, offering a one-of-a-kind dining experience where food meets music in perfect harmony. In this unique concept, each dish is paired with live music or curated playlists that complement the flavors, making every meal not just a feast for the palate, but also for the ears.

The yearning of a maiden waiting for her lover/Lord. Scene is set in Medieval England.

Music I listen to.

It's raining heavily. It isn't the soft,sodden,swollen drops of spring but it's a heavy one with several flashes of lighting and the rumble of thunder. My mind,like a huge pond of too many thoughts running in myriad direction question the sky about the cause behind its shameless cry!! Dude you should stop for today.. It's too much The cafe,which I used to go there often is in front of me. It is almost full. I make my way through the rows of noisy tables of the cafe looking for a place to sit. At the corner there is a seat,unnoticed by most of the people,vacant.The clumsy looking waiter comes and notes down our order. Here feels the void of life. I don't have a company but I used not to mind being left alone,enjoying my own company.Being lost in my own thoughts,I feel great. The waiter brings the order later than usual.I am definitely pissed by it but I don't show it. Just as the waiter goes,among the crowd,I hear a familiar voice. I hear him beside me. My heart stops for a moment and start to pound heavily. I try to listen him but I find the faceless voice cheering and wishing someone's birthday. I find the noise louder than ever. His voice echoes in my head. I don't see him but I hear his voice. I hear his perfect,loving,melodic,smooth voice.His tone is still so expressive and but he isn't laughing loud, boisterous laughs and it clutches my heart and cringes in pain from panic and fear of a force unseen.

Long ago, there were two races. The human race and the Caster race. They lived in harmony together since the very day that they were born. The casters has magical abilities almost that of modern day, 'fictional' wizards. They were born with that ability. Humans were not yet they are able to use magic if trained by a caster. However, one specific group of casters were arrogant, spiteful, and turned their noses up to the "lesser race" of humans. They call themselves, Vortexes. Sooner or later, they gathered enough casters to bring war against humans. They would lose though and get sealed using the power of perfect rhythm. However, years and years later, would be released by someone unexpected. Now the apparent last caster in the world needs to gather heroic souls to train them in perfect rhythm in order to defeat this evil before it's too late. They shall be called... The Power Rangers! (There will be swearing in. So far that's all I can say. Probably for ages 13 and up) [Not actually completed, this is just a precaution]

Singapore's vibrant food scene is a symphony of flavors, where diverse cultures, techniques, and ingredients blend together to create a truly unique culinary identity. But for Ang Chong Yi, food just not about taste - it's about rhythm, harmony, and storytelling. Much like a well-composed song, a great dish must have the perfect balance of elements, coming together to create something greater than the sum of its parts. Through his innovative approach, he combines his passion for Melodic Bites: The Harmonious Flavours of Ang Chong Yi in Singapore music and food, treating each dish as a composition where flavors play different roles - some as the melody, some as the rhythm, and others as the harmony that ties everything together.

Miranda Ross has only one talent. Singing. One Direction is having their << STAR SEARCH>> and she tries out. Will she win? She has caught the eye of one of the members. Read this story to find out what happens! ( please read. The story is much better than the description, I wanted to leave some things a secret)

What if we were all...empowered? I mean, it's crazy, to think that one small Vial breaking caused so much chaos. But it did...and here I am, telling a story through clouded eyes. Welcome to Our world- where creatures roam. Welcome to Kalderane.

Losing inch by inch of his sanity Deku, starts to turn to the dark side and is in need of a lot of help, from his friends and crouch.

Constantly running away from myself, never knowing how to stop the pain. Maybe true love can help? Ups and downs, it comes through in the end.

Everyone has tears. Wether they fall or not, everyone has tears Some tears are hot as magma. Some are colder than ice cubes. But one thing everything has in common, Everyone has tears. Some people love their tears, like me. They like crying, they let their tears flow down their face. No matter the temperature, the time, or the shoulder, they love the feeling of crying. Crying noises are soothing, even my own put me to sleep. Everyone has tears, and my tears are my best friends. (2nd fic, eugh)

She stands where stone greets silent lore, A smile like sunshine on an ancient door. In eyes, a glimmer of stories unrevealed, A girl I adore-so clever, so brave. Her laughter dances on the air, A loving storm with fearless air. No crowns nor velvet throne for her, She's made a world all by herself. Her words are piercing, her heart is gentle, She's strength and beauty so entwined. And in her heart, one name burns bright- Her mother, her peace, her guiding star. She burns like fire, constant and true, A heart with skies of boundless blue. In her, I see peace and battle too- A shining star, my heart's love.

All of the instruments that are invented has its own special meaning and a unique melody. As it is universal and can play a lot of genre; whether you like classic, rock, acoustic or kundiman. Instrument can also be our friend. Our companion. Sometimes if our lips cant speak whats in our mind. If our body cant respond to something we'd have to. We use one of those kind instruments to indicate our actions nor our feelings to someone or to something. In this essay I just want to express something related to instruments. How a one of a kind instrument can relate to our life. How a one of a kind instrument can cherish and understand the happenings in our life just by its own harmonious and melodic sound. Can you name one of those instruments that can relate to you? .. Hope you'll be motivated! Fighting!

Poems written in a beach house while listening to the melodic sea waves touch the dunes.

Poems of my reality and my made up world just for FUN!