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
My birthday just had to lie in a time where I was flooded with work - 9 assignments, gasp! - and was stressed to a breaking point.
The general wisdom is that, it's your birthday, it should be a happy day, you should be happy - others are telling you to have a 'Happy Birthday', aye? - but, I don't really feel it.
I felt spent and tired. The gifts did help - got a bottle of Estee 'Super Eau de Parfum' from my mum, a Queen CD from my sister, a tube of seaweed bath gel from a friend of Mum's,
So that guy who liked me and I have been together for a while as friends. Times together were good, times together weren't so sweet at certain periods, but it has come to the point where he popped the question to me.
I knew that this phase in life would come upon me, but I actually hadn't expected it to be so soon! I supposed that I'd get my first boyfriend in university, if you can believe it.
And now this happened.
We've been shooting questions back and forth since then: What are yo
We must celebrate all the good news, y'know, instead of the morbid mentality we have of being attracted to any bad news that occur.
First on the list is the Transforming Sound (from the original Transformers cartoons) that I received from my friend as a ringtone. As Nokia goes, if you leave the phone in its 'General' profile, it shall make noise.
That happened when someone quite wisely sent me an SMS during class time. I had left the phone in 'General' mode.
Cue in the shock and laugh
Come this Saturday, the 7th day of the New Year, it's Everybody's Birthday!
No, seriously.
Chinese New Year comes with a few more days to celebrate than just the New Year's Day. There's also the Valentine's Day at the last day, there's tomorrow, there's... I believe there's a moon-related something too.
Then again, to celebrate all these days in serious fashion, one has to rewind time all the way back to the times before the big AD, before 100 BC, way way back. You'd be swamped to
Who does make shoes?
Adidas.
Who makes ice-cream?
Haagen Daz.
What did Sam do?
Samsung.
What does a man become when he's knighted?
Acer.
I know what to do when I grow up. I want to be a fisherman. Why? I want to be a Fisherman's Friend.
What did Taipu say when the Nui-Rama grabbed him?
Lego!!! (Say it fast.)
Why does Apple have a bitten apple as its logo? Microsoft took a bite out of it.
So, when Apple wants an idea, it takes a look out of a Window(s).
The Giving
The Yukta: a race discovered by the explorers of the Twenty-first century, yet its ancestry dating back to the Hundreds. Better known as the Race of Discoloured Eyes due to their diet of raw seal meat (but that is under speculation), they dwell within the Arctic Circle, the land of the Final Frontier where hardly anyone survived, and were believed to be part of the recognised Inuit’s gene pool.
However, the tough race of ice people was slowly dying off, their numbers ebbing awa
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
And all the while,
I've been going in circles
and losing my focus...
The Black Parade filled my head. I apologize, but the view counter got me all excited! Three thousand views and counting! The numbers may seem small, but it made my tired day happy. (Tired - a day at school of note-taking, going out to assist friend in a dire shopping trip and help for assignments and weathering through a cacophanic thunderstorm, worrying about my poor dog that would be beyond petrification.)
And
Believe me when I say that I only remembered such a thing as 'Valentine's Day' existed as of yesterday.
That wasn't really on my mind. I have no relations that tie in with Valentine's Day, and the hearts and roses never really did interest me, and still don't at this point in time. I'm not saying that this is permanent, however.
Meanwhile, I'm more pumped up for Chinese New Year.
There's going to be some serious gorging to do, and money to collect. It's going to be the season of red -
I have two things to be relieved about.
Firstly, the co-curricular activity (CCA) project has been cleared. With direction, we managed to solve the problem just today! I spent my entire day on the laptop and finally came up with the solution, and insurance. Insurance.
Secondly, my holidays have come to an end. Tomorrow, I finally return to a NORMAL life: Lectures, tutorials and a lot of music-playing and composing.
What I accomplished over the holidays were, surprisingly, satisfying: I
Library Tip! (No, HH, I would never want to plagarize your idea. Credit to HH for the creation of Library Tips.)
And this applies to all of you! All of you who think writing fiction is easy, rethink!
To many of us, we think of writing as something like a movie playing in our heads. Actions, ideas, plotlines, everything exists in the author's head.
All he has to do is to transfer it into words.
Easy.
Nope. Not easy.
In a movie, we hear sounds and music (the techno remixes and
You all know that the automatic function in cars is, by far, the most common type of gear found in the car.
There used to be the manual setting too. I bet all of us remember that.
Do you know that the manual setting is safer, much safer, than the automatic settings?
If you're driving at 160 km/h, or about 100 miles per hour, and you need to slam the brake, this could have two consequences.
In an automatic setting, the gear-box would immediately jam, and you'd be in a very bad fix.
*GONG!*
Happy Chinese New Year!
In advance. I want to get this in just in case I'm too busy on the actual day to greet you all.
It's the eve of the new year, and it's not just for people of my race to celebrate. If you guys still have any New Year Resolutions you couldn't make on January the First, make them on Sunday! It is, technically, a New Year too.
So, off I go to see if I can help in the last-minute preparations for my household and myself. I may disappear for a while too,
I found something really amusing.
The Transformers Movie is going to screen soon, and the posters are growing and spreading like wildfire.
When I took a closer look at one with Mr. Protect and Mr. Destruction (Identified with the words 'Protect' and 'Destroy'), I noticed something really queer.
There were symbols on their faces, etched and rusted.
But they were readable.
Well, looky there, I can read Cybertronian (language of the TFs).
I could read them - because they looked li
The idiosyncratic mannerism of nail-biting often means that the person doing this dirty act is either nervous or has a bad habit to kick. (I'm not in any way being nasty to Dr. Bionicle - He is breaking the habit. Go go!)
I'm nervous. There's a private function I'm to perform at, next (or this) Friday! Egads and eek, and the night's repertoire is still slightly flawed. I've been drilling - but to a point of exhaustion. I realised this, of course, and took a break. I don't know when I'll get b
Act 1:
It started when I stepped out of the girls' bedroom last Friday. I had barely closed the door behind me when something tapped against my leg, and landed on a pile of boxes next to the door.
I had a better look at it - and jumped back in shock.
It was a cockroach.
I stepped back. My other sister, however, had a better reaction - she screamed and shut herself in the master bedroom.
I looked for something to kill that roach with, but before I could grab the letter knife the ro
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 didn't do much today, except to counsel 2 young boys on how to get into my course. My lecturer stole the rest of the 'customers'.
No flowers, chocolates, hearts, nadda. But it fine.
I'm more hyped about Chinese New Year! I even got my blog ready for it!
I wonder if any of the members here can send me red packets online... heh, nevermind.
On another note, don't ask me how inspiration came, but a few nights ago I contemplated on the Toa Nuva. For some odd reason, Tahu Nuva was my
Laugh at me. Laugh!
Two days from working in a bank as a part time job (And under a japanese boss), and I find myself with two pairs of office pants (add a third if I can discreetly disguise it) but no work shirts.
And I just used up a good part of my savings today on a luxurious lunch of cream fettucine with mushrooms, italian soda and 2 wonderful dessert tapas - green tea ice cream and vanilla creme brulee, followed by a movie. (My good buddy burned her pocket with me, so I'm not going t
They often say that 'men don't get it'. That's an incomplete sentence, ya know. I think it oughta be: 'men don't get it - about women.'
Better yet for those who think that we're out of the ageist league (fanfiction that needs teenage heroes, for example): 'Boys don't get it - about girls.'
A lot of myths - urban and traditional - exist about women along men, and vice versa.
I'm here to clear one of those very popular myths.
'Women are, most of the time, die-hard shoppers.'
That's
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
I celebrated it with a full out luxurious Chinese meal, and loved it. Ooh... there was freshwater fish steamed with ginger (my fave!!!), salted chicken, drunken prawns, ee-fu noodles, scallop with vegetables, abalone and sea cucumber with more vegetables, and honeydew pudding with sago and pomelo.
It was in conjuction with my GPA score celebrations. Face it, as much as I would work on my school year, it may never get as high as that. May. I will strive for the best that I can do.
Anothe
Yes, I know I'm posting this on the night of Halloween. Everyone of you should be out there trick-or-treating, or at a Halloween party of sorts. I, on the other hand, am at home suffering a bad cold.
No need to pity me, but if anyone has Hack sweets, I'd love one or two.
I've only two things to offer, in celebration of the day of spooks.
Manai's Adventures: A while back, I wrote a line of short story thrillers/spook-tales about an Onu-Koronan girl named Manai, daughter of a trader nam
The snapping that was going on in my mouth was far from comforting. I didn't like it.
But it had to be done.
I was waiting for more than a year for this day to come.
I'd never thought it'd be this tedious.
The orthodontist patiently worked.
Suddenly, there was a lack of tension in my mouth, tension that I had grown accustomed to for a year.
And a rather putrid stench wafted.
The orthodontist told me that I had to brush my teeth before she could continue.
I closed my
