While ol' xccj is handing out the literal goodies by the dozen, I found myself in a very bad state.
It's been nearly a month since I've published any fiction. Safe to say, my writing pen dried its ink out a long time ago, and it's not going for a recharge any time soon.
It feels bad to have a writing block. It makes me feel so sour and sober... I'm not even writing straight.
I put all blame on RL. Seriously, school has kick-started and has dragged me down in time and brain power. I'm s
Behold the instrument that I play!
Well... it's not THAT model, but something close to it:
I just realised that they don't have images of the real model.
As you can tell by the image, it is the adaptation of the traditional organ. I call it an organ sometimes, but its proper term is still the electone.
To play it, you use your four limbs. It is an instrument of three keyboards and an inbuilt rhythm box, so the drums are handled by the electone. To sum it up, it's a band in a bo
Listening to: Dave Grusin – Peter Gunn Theme
Well, I feel the brain juice coming back, but how I got it back is some story.
Today, I wasn’t feeling so jolly, but at school that promised to change. I started every morning in the school canteen, laptop booted up and running amok in BZPower, FanFiction, and the sort.
Well, I turned my morning tune to Enya tracks, lulling and ambient mood music selected to start my day on a positive note, then turned up some ‘good feeling’ pop.
To thi
Imagine a mocking bird in the snowy woods mocking at a wolf that led a dying pack, and the wolf heeds it and drives itself without rest till it collapses.
I just realised that this situation could very-well happen in my newly-formed group.
We have a really fun assignment lined up for us - we're going to make our own MTV. An original song from our previous assignment will be used as the MTV's main idea, and then the video is slapped on top of it. Duh.
Our group was planned as it was, w
I came, I saw, I conquered. In short, I had a blast during this year's Chinese New Year - there were lion and dragon dances this year, something the previous year didn't have. I visited more people - my boyfriend's aunt and her family for one. That was nerve-wracking, but it was fun in the end. And the hongbao (red packet) collecting, and the mahjong-playing.
I wish I could go into more detail, but now's not exactly the earthly hour.
But, just for a record:
Hongbaos collected: 28 (as of
I have fully admitted that I'm Singaporean in more than one occasion, post or comment.
Now, I can't be any more proud of my nationality than now.
Why?
Those who have watched the 'Pirates of the Caribbean 3' trailer would know.
It's absolutely awesome of the storywriters behind the movie to pull Singapore into the big story! Finally! After its quizzical and interesting mention in the first movie, people have wondered if Singapore was a pirate state.
And here, they fully show it,
I was wrong: it actually was harmful.
I felt like passing out after the 'harmless' creative writing workshop, session number two, was done and I reached home.
This time, I was the first to arrive at the designated venue, which was confirmed last night.
Assisting the lecturer-in-charge, Suan, to organise the place a bit, I mentioned to her that I had an idea of a short story and it was brooding in my head for a week, and I had planned to get it down today in the workshop.
She stoppe
T: +9
Things:
REMT (Recording, Editing and Mixing Techniques) = DONE
MIDI (MIDI and Synthesis) = DONE
EIC (Effective Interpersonal Communication) = DONE
MUST (Music Theory) = DONE
ET (Ear Training) = DONE
ACTS (Acoustical Science) = DONE
CRS (Critical Reasoning Skills) = DONE
SS3 Entry (You should know what this means!) = DONE
Electone Exams Practice = Sight-reading is confirmed, down the drain. Three pieces are improving, but still need some finetuning. Practising tonight, so
Location: School.
School with my own laptop so I won't have to worry about teachers (lecturers, if you may) locking down and banning the site.
I'm in a polytechnic. Gone past ten years of the Little Red Dot's education system, and oddly enough I've been termed as a 'college student'. Maybe the system here likens this kind of education institution I've been enrolled into similar to a college in the US, or the UK, or somewhere that's not here.
I'm in Year 1, which should speak for itself
Anywho, me is sadded. My results came back, and they were dismal. For my final performance, my GPA fell from a 3.9 to a 3.8 (3.865 but I'm not rounding up), with 4 B+s outweighing the A and Distinction. At least my Final Year Project got the A, so I'm happy for that bit. Ah well.
But, at least I did myself proud for the two-and-a-half years before this. My lowest grade was a B, and that was just one in a mix of As and Distinctions. That was my lucky scrape, I guess. With 23 of 32 (flip-flop!
This is more of a mental note to myself than anything else, and more so as a self-note to stop wallowing in worry.
1) I got a call yesterday, and it came from the polytechnic. I qualified for the second diploma, and now have the choice of accepting the diploma or rejecting it.
I've been ordered to accept it, and I'm interested in it. In short, I'm going to accept it. If all goes well and I balance my time properly, I may just graduate with two diplomas in my bag.
Only if I properly hand
So all the hype and hoobla of me going to Berklee is dying down. Good - I haven't been giving that much thought, anyway, because I've been running from school to school, placating kids and admonishing kids - all in a day's work.
But last night brought the whole incident back into thought.
I had a really 'bad' dream about Berklee.
I was already in Berklee. In fact, I was in a classroom in Berklee, doing a proficiency test or interview - it was not very clear. What I did know was that a r
Yes, there's a webpage talking about database problems instead of the epic threads.
Oh no - will BZPower go down for another site maintainence?
I'll have nothing else to do if that happens... well.... I discount school from this topic, but no other places on the Net to really sink my teeth into - other than my RPG.
Oh yes, my RPG.
Should I show a screenshot? A few?
This is one of the latest, maybe the newest, RPGs that a local telecommunications company bought regional license
If people were guessing what it's like to be a twin, I may have some good pointers and tips about it.
You see, I am part of a pair of twins. My twin sister and I were the two hellspawns which launched my mother into motherhood. Credit for all and most experience of raising children would have come from our arrival and infant years which sent my family on a spree of sleepless nights, expenditure of goods (make that double), and the most expected one: Telling the two apart.
No, we're not ide
The main reason I signed up for the creative writing workshop, the real reason behind my daring of taking on a course alone (no friends, no family, nadda. Just my miserable self and butt) was that I was doing it on a whim.
Face it, three consecutive weeks of boredom - 'stuck at home, on a laptop all day' kind of boredom - got to me good.
So, when I saw the words 'Creative Writing Workshop' on the front page of my polytechnic student web's, I was immediately enticed by the bait, and I wou
As I looked into the window of the building, I watched a group of five boys smiling and laughing, watching the television screen that showed a game of Counterstrike in progress.
One would have easily mistaken them easily as normal kids.
However, I was in the Assisi home, looking through the window of the children’s playroom.
Those boys had cancer.
Returning from my walk in the quaint garden the day care sported, I sat down beside my grandmother and her friends, watching a variety
One more week. One more week of these boring, miserable holidays and I'm going back to school and getting on with a life.
But, it's rare that one can wake up late in the morning, not worrying about being late, and enjoying some lukewarm Chinese tea while reading up and working on reviews.
It's all for a good mood - rare to come by once poly kick-starts.
It's good time to percolate on what one did the previous week, and to see if there's anything more to do for the current week.
But
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
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Tahu looked up to the large being above, his Hau Nuva showing his frustration clearly.
"Stranger, let me get this straight. You found strange signals on my home and brought your armada here to eradicate a ... De-seep-tin-con threat?"
The being nodded. Its voice replied, sounding very strange and wired. Indeed he was, because Tahu Nuva could identify only one thing on that being that stood many miles higher than he: It had wires and glowing optics. That was it.
"Yes, that is correc
I now had a better thought of this little ghost-story project: I don't think I'll mind if there's an audience or not, even if replies are nice to get. It's all in the name of fun, and to flex my writing skills a little more. Besides, I need to write a new story for the Creative Writer's Club.
Here's Tale number one. Please, may I warn you, these tales are entirely fictional! All right, I may say that some of the living mortals in here are true 'cause I met them, but what happened to them here
It's the bloom of the thrillers, down here in the Library.
At least, it still flows along with the main-stay-plot of new Toa, new island, new enemies, but this new line of epics have shown lots of fight scenes, running from danger, and what makes it catching is the increase of drama and action in the story.
This I noticed in the ECC, and outside. Mind me for being the equal of a fash hag gossip column, I hate those magazines, but while many new writers put their bets in that plot to get t
I'm glad I didn't chicken out of the DJ Club.
Today was its first workshop where we finally start learning what's in a mix and what's with the get-up of turntables and mixers. It was scheduled at 5:45pm, and the last school class ended early at 11am.
Taking my liberties, I had lunch at the most popular food court the school had to offer. I missed the crowd and I'm glad I did. The place was packed, packed when I finished.
Allowing my pal to leave first, I tried to do some homework but th
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.
