Well, that's one way, out of many many ways, to fix a nosebleed.
I was a chronic nose-bleeder when I was young. It's the kind that leaks all the way down and doesn't go away until half an hour later, with treatment of course.
My grandmother firmly follows the method of letting the bleeding one lie down, with a ice-cold wet towel placed on the forehead as treatment. I remember the feeling of something going down the back of my throat during this lie-down, and I hated that feeling. It was ve
In an accident while deleting obsolete programmes, I deleted Adobe Flash Player from my laptop.
Wise move, I can't watch online videos unless I download them and I do not need to lose space on this laptop. I may need a larger hard disk for this laptop.
But, it was a blessing in disguise.
While everyone else in class was browsing the video sites and watching young music talent surpassing their own talent, I found myself unable to do that.
Instead, during that break, I took up a note
Many tourists come to my little home, and leave after seeing every single thing in the tourist map and being the least impressed, along with a nasty sunburn from wearing khaki shorts and Hawaiian-shirts.
They often miss out on one feature that we have and America doesn't have - a night market.
No, really. Of all markets, this is the oddest one of them all. The pasar malam (Go look up the Wiki.) is a special occurence. One just opened near my grandma's home - today being Saturday - so I pop
This was supposed to be a coherent blog post, I know, I know. The only reason why I can only rant right now instead of talk is because I crashed my head into the monkeybars when I jumped this morning at the park. It's a colossal headache now, am trying to fend off sleep.
When I woke up after my first overnight stay in the new home, I thought, 'Whoa.'
Why 'Whoa'? The room was so SMALL. In fact, it was safe to say that the new house we moved into was half the size of our original home. We mo
I'm terribly moody in this recent period of time. Been thinking about a recent event that happened in the household of Kevin's that is related to my own.
His grandmother is in her last stages of lung cancer, like my own, but... her family isn't doing much good about it.
While my grandmother underwent treated care, his grandmother opted for pallative care. That's all right by me -
But when I heard that the family had dragged her out of her bedroom and made her stay in the unventilated l
Ironically, I'm not referring to the little clownfish that everyone adores, but the song by goth-metal band Nightwish (And, for those in the know, before they changed their lead singer). I can also be referring to the fish.
The holidays are coming to an end. I look forward to school and, ironically, work. I want a nice load of assignments to busy myself with, instead of lying on my bed and letting my RPG game run on autopilot. I don't even touch the game anymore.
And to think that this wa
It so happened that my school campus was laid out on terrain that was anything but flat. There were buildings that were more-or-less level in height, but there was that one building which everyone has constantly described as being 'on top of the hill'.
And who knew that the location of my school had, in the end, proved to be a lovely way for a flu to spread.
I believe it started with one or two people who were ill - from the info-tech course, I bet. The spread was inevitable - everyone c
After coughing out the sixteenth chapter to my epic here, I realised something really worrying.
When I stared at the computer screen, I realised that my writing sense had gone numb. Seriously numb.
It's so bad that I don't think I can write any stories or prose for a good long while.
But at least blog entries don't need everything to be grammatically correct...(see, it already sounds funny!) or at least I can be pardoned.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to console myself about this sudden lo
The evil laugh.
For I have nothing better to analyze.
Some people can do it. Some people can't. Some people love to do it. Some people get annoyed by it.
It's utilized in the world of fandoms and fiction commonly. I've yet to see Bionicle characters (in the books) do it.
I've seen it being done in fanfiction a lot, though. A really rotten villain would be brought down for his evil laugh - and choking/coughing halfway in its execution.
I beg all writers who read this not to do that
Music Theory is a chore
It's way much worse than a bore
To read each note in the score
Like staring at ants on the wall (and you can't squish 'em)
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Don't ask. Ask my lecturer who was smart enough to load us all with music theory exercises. With the current assignments that are bearing us down, this one is the heaviest and most urgent for now.
But... but... music theory! Egads, you don't know how painful it is until you sit down for one hour straight just to work on it - and only be an
Now I can wear two Critic Caps.
I'm an Epic Critic here.
But now, for my school's magazine, I'm one of its two music critics.
Absolutely cool. I'm now reviewing 'Dreamgirls' for it's 'Soundtrack' section. It's a fantastic album, sound quality wise and some lovely songs that can be pulled out of the movie context and applied to life! But some tracks really need you to have the movie's knowledge in your head or else you'd be facing a turn-off.
I just need one more album. I'm doing cri
Just a quick update as I skip around doing nearly everything that's to be done:
Holidays have arrived, as of last Friday. I can't wait for the real holiday spirit to hit, though. I haven't really felt any Christmas vibe around. I've been hurrying back to poly to handle an assignment where studio time is mandatory for a grade. Unfortunately, being the arranger/producer/lyricst of the group had burned me out.
I had to pig out on a Japanese hamburger lunch to get some life back into me today. T
There was once a time when my whole family was in a LEGO craze - at least for my brother and me. The BIONICLE sets (Olda and Nuva) came, and went. My brother made a horrible MOC of Gali Olda with brown arms, green legs, a clawed foot and 6 arms with weapons attached to her chest. I dismantled that piece before the nightmares could start.
There were other pieces too - some Technics parts (and I don't recall any of those!), some rather old LEGO parts (you know, the City kind and the old ones th
Hello from one of the most popular malls on the island. Just did some new year shopping. Custom had it that every new year meant a new set of clothes. To blazes with whoever that made that rule. I nearly got mobbed!
I hope that 5 shirts, a pair of jeans and a jacket does the trick. I nearly blew my really big budget.
And may this go down in history: <dd> blogged and browsed BZP on her cellphone!
May I not blow my bill.
To everyone in BZP, especially those who read this entry (heh heh),
I wish you all a merry Christmas, and may there be a Bionicle goodie under the Christmas tree with your name on it.
The Christmas dance performances have started, with today's Christmas Eve performances a success. Sound levels co-operated with us today, which is another achievement worth mentioning. I brought Ferrero Roches for the evening performance, and they were snatched up quickly.
I've no other Christmas-related
The lark may as well have been the closest companion to my body clock.
At six-thirty, still in the dark of the morning, I awoke, and went back to sleep again.
When I woke up once more, it was seven-twenty, and the sunlight peeped in at the corners the curtain failed to cover.
Sunlight. Seven-
BREAKFAST!
Trying to get about the hotel room as quietly as I could (since the second occupant was still resting), my fumbling hands and hindered eyesight (thanks to triple-folded eyelids, a
Time check: 5:07pm
Listening to: On My Way Home –Enya
Last day of the trip, and I’m feeling a little more than sore that it’s almost over.
All the planned activities have been done. We’ve eaten, drunk, ran and slept our way through the trip, where we all had a good time. I’m sure many share my feelings with the contentment of the trip’s goal being met: We ate a worthy amount, and the others say that it was worth the money.
This morning, the lethargy of my room mate infected me for a bi
Greetings from the land that boasts that it's 'Truly Asia'!
Time check, 12:42pm. Listening to: Anywhere Is- Enya.
Well, waking at the deathly hour of four, or about fifteen-past-three to be exact, was something I was prepared for. What I did not expect was my grandmother having prepared my breakfast (pork floss sandwiches, two slices and a mug of Milo) and made me a bottle of honey water. Dad had popped into the bedroom to ensure that I had risen (He needn't worry.) and I went to Mum's
Time for a very good reality check.
School's almost out for me. Imagine that - 3 days, 3 more days, and I'm unofficially out of the polytechnic. The only next thing for me is part-time work at my past internship company (They found a nice Japanese restaurant near the workplace and promise me a trip!) and waiting for the dreaded results. I've the feeling I've done poorly for this semester, but I put full faith in my effort that things would come out all right.
More things - I'm now a *someh
I'm not referring to the downtime that Bink accidentally created - and fixed.
I'm talking about attempts to blog for about... five times, and failing at all times.
The server kicked me out when I hit the button on all those occasions. Is it me, or does Lourde Server have a particular dislike to my intrusion on his ground?
If this gets on and published, then I'll grab my pen and start poking that Server on the shoulder.
It owes me some explanation.
When school kick-started again on Monday, I think my brain gave way.
Because on Tuesday, a few events that could be related to senility occured to me.
When I got to school, I knew that I had to be at a class by 8... but I forgot which class that was.
I assumed it was Subject X, and went to the classroom.
It was housing the juniors.
Taking my leave, I tried to think of what was that class I had to attend to, but my mind was blank.
I grabbed an ice lemon tea and sat at the f
Lord Survourlourde still hates me.
This is my sixth attempt, I think, to post up a blog post. And as you may've seen, I double-posted on the last round.
The server renewal is a good thing - but it is not a good thing for my account.
That, and I can't send PMs out.
Nasty, this. Nasty.
-<dd>
I haven't been able to go online as frequently as I'd like to - I do miss coming here daily.
But, I felt my conscience drift to another matter, of greater importance and worry for me.
My grandmother, a patient of lung (and brain) cancer, has lapsed into her final days. I can feel the gloom hanging above her literally - she's silent, and hasn't taken a sip of water or a piece of food for... a while.
I feel a rant coming on, but it won't help my grandmother get any better.
We thought
