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
I have successfully completed ALL my assignments - all those music-composition assignments that chased me up, down, and all over the walls and ceiling - they. are. COMPLETED!
Furthermore, I honed my prowess in HTML reading - a good friend of mine mentioned upon prompt that her blog was so dismally plain that she had long ago discarded it.
Upon resurrecting it, I assisted her in giving it a total makeover -picture slideshow, music clip of her own music (how awesome is that?) - under an
Sing?
Me? Sing? No-siree and no way. I have a knack of going off-tune, flatting and sharpening keys and doing who-knows-what in breathing.
But, that doesn't seem to faze my classmates.
Lemme give the low-down.
I assisted my good buddy in her assignment to be the voice actress - making my voice go squeaky and 'cute', much like a plush animal talking. She would edit wherever necessary and produce it as her final product.
So I did. I had always played with my sisters with that anim
The last week of the school term, and year, has arrived. Good grief, and the overload of tests/exams/stress/anxiety that followed was surmounting the previous stress I had with my O Levels.
And when Monday came, wham.
My keyboard test, one which I loathed, scored me 81%. Thank you, composers who created 'Route 66' and 'Wonderful Tonight' and all my prior chord knowledge! I made it!
Now, for far harder things to come. Tomorrow's a practical test in studio knowledge that I hope I would
I don't know if I oughta be happy or worried.
It all started with that first 'Epic critics club' made by a member who had lost interest of BZP in a matter of weeks and disappeared. Acclaimed authors and total new faces to BZP's writing scene joined in as critics, and were left in the lurch.
Many of them left the job altogether. I did as well.
Until someone, by the name of Twenty-Two, restarted it.
I still had interest in such a venture in the Library, so I expressed my interest to he
Epic Contest #6 has just popped up, one since 3 years, according to some. I encourage many epic writers to take part.
As for me? No thank you.
In fact, after looking at my newest fictions - which aren't Bionicle - and the reviews and the style, I did a rethink.
It seemed that my self had split into two separate writers, and that did not suit me so well. I saw one side gaining a better deal of experience than the other half, because one side was dormant and the other way too active.
<dd> ain't so sad anymore.
That's 'cause <dd> got company.
In the morning, my twin sis came home, sick with fever and a raspy throat.
She conked out, but it did mean that I was no longer alone at home.
That meant we could compare and take our medicine together. 'Tis a pity I have to go back to poly tomorrow (and for a study-bug like me, that's a strange thing to hear from me), otherwise my sis may feel better and we can watch a DVD tomorrow or spoil our puppy Lucky ro
<dd> is sick.
<dd> got the flu bug.
<dd> does not like it.
It's terrible being sick, no? It started yesterday when I suddenly felt warm in an air-conditioned chapel. No idea how or what happened. When I got home, I promptly passed out on the sofa. When I woke up later, I felt like freshly roasted chicken.
Mother told me that I was getting high fever, and packed me off to the doctor's.
Lately in hometown, it's been raining and sunny on an inconsistent rate.
Warning: Bragging up ahead
Ye've been warned.
Today's a good day.
Today, I got richer.
My grandmother shoved me the job of packing all my Bionicle sets up in preparations of the Big Move to a temporary home while my current house gets a total overhaul.
While looking for stray pieces (and I found myself in an MOCist's dreamland) in the set boxes, I shook my Boggorak case.
There was a familiar rattle.
Unscrewing the cap off, I discovered a horde (mind the pun) of coins a
'Cap'n! What gives? We don't care about your jar o' dirt or money, we just wanna see the ship!'
The aforementioned man, in his leather hat, billowing white shirt and tanned pants, swayed slightly aboard the ship, and took another swig from his bottle of rum.
'You,' he started, staggered slightly and caught himself from tumbling overboard, 'ain't steppin' on this deck.'
'We don't want your ship either,' the other girl beside the first one added in.
'Ya ain't comin' up.'
'Well, watc
This was one of my submissions to the polytechnic writing competition. I think this writing did not bag a prize, but it was fun to write it. I'm putting it up so you guys can nibble on something fun instead of my incessant grumbling.
On a better note, I've reviewed more epics in the ECC, just before school starts tomorrow. Hopefully, other critics can help while I'm at school. And most annoyingly, the last term was going to last only three weeks, and lunge into three more months of holidays.
Carefully treading around datapads strewn haphazardly across the metallic floor, the girl was trying her best to hurry over to the headquarter terminal of the room - which was at the opposite side of the room where she was and sitting prettily upon the long countertop which the curator kindly asked for upon the room's construction - which was quite a far way off.
Nearly crushing one datapad by accident, the girl peered around a stack of datapads that she was carrying.
Grief upon her, why d
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
The Internet's slowly gaining speed. By the end of the first week of 2007, it should be completely back to normal.
And that's when school kick starts again - with more than a test waiting for me and assignments to complete.
So I would spend my first week of the New Year chowing down on my work. It does take a lot of kick out of the New Year, but with the celebratory feasts going on, it's hard not to forget.
So, here's to another year on BZP. A revamp would be underway
My geography teacher was right.
After Christmas, expect some geological disaster/happening to occur. It may not strike constantly, but frequently enough to make it a world trend.
Examples? The post-Christmas Bam Earthquake, the infamous tsunami that crashed the shores of Thailand, India, Sri Lanka and other places, and the most recent one this year: an underwater earthquake.
The earthquake occured just off Taiwan, a bit away from Singapore, but its effects were felt here. A few days bef
Very soon, 2006 would have come to an end. I'm making this post early as I want to start thinking a little clearly and study a little more before school starts.... which would be January the 8th.
However, with cousins from overseas here to accompany us till Chinese New Year has passed and studying and assignments that have yet to be done (and were not touched during Christmastide), I'm very sure the transition from 31 December 2006 to 1 January 2007 would go unnoticed by me, unless I'm at the
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
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
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
Somehow, someway, I had no idea how it happened but I was dragooned into being part of a two-man audio crew for my church’s dance ministry, which was presenting three dance items. Part of the reason was that my little sister was one of the dancers, and the other part was that I was educated in this field while the rest had to adjust to it and were stuck with boundaries they were not comfortable with.
I was worried that I was stuck with some old stickler who would want his way and not listen t
When I read ToM’s blog post ‘Calamari’, it jump-started my brain at eight in the morning. (But, to be honest, it still feels dead)
I note that many of you, mostly those who live inland in your countries like America or Europe, either have some small part of seafood in your diet or none at all.
What if you had it on a daily basis?
I am one fortunate soul to have a form of seafood every dinner. There’s fish most of the time, but occasionally squid (or calamari if you prefer) comes to th
Two miracles happened today.
One, a group member of the Debate presentation group fell ill to the flu bug. We did not do our presentation today. It gave us the chance to review our points and decide on how we were going to pacify our argumentative classmates.
Two, due to the abovementioned presentation, everyone in class was too tired to listen to anyone and anything, so the science presentation went to a dead crowd. It was a good thing as I was so tired myself that I bet I was incoherent
Some plague had hit the shores of my sunny little island. Somehow, by some unforseen reason, a flu bug is roaming the island and claiming many as its victims.
I happened to be one unfortunate soul of the batch, along with at least five other classmates and my lecturers, and a couple of others too. I passed it on to my buddy, and just today three more victims were down with sneezes.
What’s more, I have been assigned to be a leader of a group this week – THRICE.
I was chosen as the group
This is the post where the word 'rantings' has its true meaning shown in its ugliest state.
The bulk of the post is hidden in the spoiler. Be wary of it. If you are sure you won't get a brain freeze by reading a bulk of words that lean to the 'emo' side of this teen-bebop world, go on right ahead.
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When I stepped out of the assessment room, the fog in my head was more than palpable. It had been such a bane during the Ear Training Assessmen
After my saxophone lesson, I went to the adjoining music store to tinker on the keyboards and the electone on display.
Why? Refer to my previous post.
After the emotional letdown from the exam, I wanted to get some confidence back. The way to do that, as I found out, was to improvise freely or to play songs that I was comfortable playing with, like an icebreaker.
When I turned on the large musical machine and struck a note, to hear a rich sound of strings as the default preset sound, I
Right now, I’m dealing with (and I do mean dealing with) my short story ‘Autumn Leaves’ right now, sprucing it up after adding length and content to it, by recommendation of the writing club. They want to chop that bit of lit (short for ‘literature’) into fine, tiny-tiny pieces and inspect how to write a short story.
It feels so good to be a role model.
In fact, the cruel irony to me is that music was given to me by others; scale after scale and note after note, and any piece I wanted to
