Kage Bunshin no reu

Man, updating your psp to the latest homebrew firmware version is not for the tech-weak.

First you have to download 3 files from 3 separate locations, rename 2 of them and put them on your psp.

Then run 2 apps on your psp, during which everything turns black and you don't know wth is going on sometimes.

Then download another 3 files from another 3 separate locations, rename 2 of them and run one of them.

God.

I'm glad I'm a powerful geek.


Anyway today's meeting with the company behind Maplestory, Pangya, Audition, Gunbound, Ragnarok Online, Granado Espada, etc, was quite impressive.

Walking through the plush corridors of the top floor of the singapore post complex tower, I thought that if I ever had an office, it would be like this.

Was treated to a very animated presentation on a 60-70inch plasma tv by the manager, director and an executive of the company.

Another path for me to go into dance music.

Boy do I really need to clone myself.

Too fast

Bleh, huge projects tend to swell up in tediousness towards the end when everything needs tidying up and making sure that all sounds right.

Don't know why but somehow I recall how I used to suck at the piano. People used to say that my playing was noisy, lacked form and control.

But I couldn't really give a shit about what those people thought. Those people couldn't play the piano that great anyway.

I studied how some of my favorite composers constructed their masterpieces. Their form, their variation. How a single melody can capture the loneliness of every individual, and how a harmony can bring the feeling of companionship to that lonely individual. How rhythm feels good when its predictable, and how it can excite or unnerve when it isn't.

I took pride in being able to emulate any composer's style.

But unlike a certain rowing sport,

One day I found my own style.


Years of sucking like hell turned into years of improvement and eventually into years of fruition.

I never thought that anyone would want my music.

But tomorrow I'm meeting with Asia's largest game developer. And next Friday, a cast of 700 will be dancing and singing to an hour and a half soundtrack of my composition.

Calls and emails have been coming in with new projects and proposals till the point that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to have a holiday at all this year.

Everything feels so surreal.

Do you really need a break from doing something that you love and know that you want to do for the rest of your life?

As much as I love this, somehow I just want to have a period of time to spend just having time to train and play ps3 and not having to worry about having to miss training because I have to go for a meeting or supervise a rehearsal.

Things are moving too fast.

The good old days

Its funny how things that you've tried to forget suddenly resurface suddenly out of the blue for no apparent reason.


I remember the first time it happened.

It was so long ago, when we were all small. He was bigger than me, scary.

I can't remember what happened or what was said or done, only the look on his face. Veins popping from the yelling, a little red, his eyes were red.

He came at me like any enraged guy in a fit, a barrage of punches.

5? or was it 7 attacks? It happened so fast.

I was scared to shit, but yet angry for some reason, heart was beating frantically.

Then the realization dawned upon me.

None of his punches landed on me- because I had swiped each and every one of them away.

I remember that he looked angrier. He yelled threats and ran away.

I was just left with disbelief. As if all the training and drills and pain actually produced something good.

Like some character in a movie just discovering his powers for the first time.




It was the day the "eye" and "heart" awakened in me, as Si puts it.


I remember the days the squad spent going to and coming back from the invitational tournaments. The fights in the ring were fun, but what we really looked forward to was the time spent hanging out around before and after the event- and it wasn't to spend time with each other.

It didn't take very much. Just stares at the unfamiliar faces. Insecure people wanting to prove their worth and strength. For us, they were just tests. Tests to make sure we were still had it in us. Maybe we thought that those conditions were the only ones suitable for us to advance ourselves.



I remember how much it hurt just to feel your own heart beating so hard and fast. Your whole body shakes out of the sheer fear and adrenaline, you think that once this time ends, you'll never do it again. But somehow, you just keep going back for more.


But, as corny as it may sound, with great power does come great responsibility.

I'll never forget that day.

The hand grabbing my arm, the feeling of the air around me speeding up as I grabbed it back and spun to deliver the blow.

Everything felt so right, the fear, the impulse, the anger, the reaction.

Until I heard her scream.

Then I snapped out of the trance, maybe it was one that lasted a few years.




Before I had realized it I had developed a deep addiction for that feeling. The anger, and how powerful that made me feel.

But no more.

I would find a way to somehow seal it. A natural response that every human feels. But I could never again feel it the way a normal person does. I realized the difference of past and present feelings at the time, the strength in it was too great.

I never thought it meant cutting off some other emotions in the process. Maybe it worked out for the better.

I had to train and develop an awareness so sensitive that I could kill off the slightest flicker of it.

Never again could I feel this anger, less I fall back into the pit of despair that I worked so hard to climb out of. I could pretend to be at times for effectiveness, but thats as far as it can go.




Sometimes I wonder what life would be like without those years in martial arts. Would I be more "normal"? Would it be better to be "normal", or be like the me now who has come to so many important realizations through erring.

Would I still be following the conventional path of life for those around my age? Still wondering what to do with my life? Why I should live it like I do?

JC, uni, get a job that sooths my ego with the amount of money I make but hate it secretly? Basing my success on the success of those around me?

I probably wouldn't have fought so hard to break out of it all. To forge my own path. But the things I've lost along the way still haunt me to this very day.




Whatever happened to do good old days, that never existed.

But will eventually come.

balancing act

Fridays seem to be my busiest day recently.

Wrapped up 2 deadlines today, rushed for training, then rushed down for fitting for the show at MOS.

It sucks even more cause I couldn't run today again because the pain in the foot has reached critical levels yet again.

It seems 2-3 times in a week is the current limit to the new morning training program. Anything after that and I can't even walk properly.


Canoeing today was much better. Kinda nervous at first due to the ridiculously high k4 seat.... but in the drive in water was so awesome, it felt so good, with the speed and everything. Coach says there will most probably be canoeing training next season. Very interesting. Haha some of the guys didn't even think of trying to learn Ks when he asked them how many boats there were. But when coach asked about it I was relieved.

Anyway the guys should get off the redundant crafts. I know the balancing can be a real bitch at times, but eventually when you get it you can feel so much more in the water. Besides might as well train for the canoeing races too.



omg this just in, new DOTA version is out.

*runs off to study changelog

Stupid with more people = not stupid by convention.

You know a club is making too much money when:

- They send you 1 invite to their halloween party in the middle of the week.

- They send you another one, this one in designer envelop and better mat surface.

- They send you another card to pickup your new membership card when you're old one hasn't even expired yet.

Anyway Zouk was much better on Wednesday. It wasn't overly crowded like previous mambo nights, and you could actually move around in phuture. Ironically the members bar was the area that was more crowded than usual.


Its damn funny when you see one guy doing silly actions on the dance floor, then see someone else near him doing the exact same movements, then you look up at the platforms and see the "flight safety demonstration crew" doing the same things and you know "oh, stupid mambo dance."

Where are the godamn clones?!

So all the plans were set to get this awesome white designer chinese mafia suit for Scott's wedding, and rehearsals were this weekend. Then I put the dates together and my worse fears came through.

The wedding falls on the weekend of the cambodia race.

We were supposed to be this awesome piano/singing duo and woo his new partner in life. He's being ridiculously nice and understanding, which is making me feel worse.

Part of me actually wants to go for the wedding. I need clones badly.

emo gu niangs

Not sure if its the gyming and work at the same time, but sometimes emotional women or worse- emotional guys who might as well be women almost get on my nerves.

Almost. But peace and balance in the universe is always restored.

Not that person anymore. In control.

First class yesterday. Walking into a big campus, kinda shocking that people can recognize me. The students were all pretty well-behaved, and all went quite smoothly. Yeah, teaching is fun when the class has an interest in the subject.



I'm really looking forward to a good break from work in 2-3 weeks time. Creative work is fun but kinda exhausting.

Maybe then would be a good time to switch over to something else.



Nah, just gym, anime, ps3, dota, battle stations. Rinse and repeat.


Heaven. Yes... in 3 weeks time I shall be in that heaven. Wait for me heaven...

Crazy contrast

First, race in the morning which I literally only knew off the day before. Had to cycle to Justin's house at 12 midnight to get the key to the conference room for a logistics pickup in the morning.

Turns out, wooptie doodaa the main door was locked when I arrived so I couldn't get the zre anyway. So I had to go the the locker and take out the masamune. Like this short 47 inch paddle. But it worked out, because shorter paddles are ideal for my drive A in lesser legroom boats.

Things have really gone to shit. But somehow knowing how things are going to be like makes things alot better when the time actually comes.

Luckily Allen dropped the Bishaners at Bishan so had a quick bite then washed up and headed for the competition finals.

Didn't expect to win there either, it was so much fun.

I had purposely screwed up the compulsory makeup and contorted my face for the newspaper shoots so no one would recognize me and I wouldn't have to see anyone familiar there. But lo and behold Dennis just had to turn up.

The dance round finals was tonight. I felt so sad somehow, knowing that it was the last time that we would be able to dance together as a team, even if it was an individual competition.

When Jessie and Rashida- our instructors were on stage with us that final time, and I heard and felt their energy, along with some of the guys, and the music was booming so loud, and we were all on the beat, it was incredible. So incredible that I forgot a step but managed to smile and jump back on routine.

So high.

First round of the fashion challenge, theme was to wear something that shines. Used Darren's golden skinny tie and Justin's black long-sleeve shirt. Kinda classy compared to the other guy's huge amount of BLING or bare-bodied glitters. But Derrick won that round with his BLING. Lots of it. Ridiculously large amounts of it.

Second round I wasn't sure what the heck the judges liked. We were given a budget of 100 bucks to buy an outfit. Apparently the majority of the judges weren't really into brit rock. So I had a really long thought about what direction to take. I eventually took all the characteristics of the jeans that I liked from topman to the parts I liked from Levis, and found the perfect combination of the two at Levi Strauss with Timothy, earning us a 50% of one of the pairs of jeans. Belt was from there too.

Next was a top, which I knew I had to get from topman. But nothing too brit rocky. I bought one size larger than usual, brought it to the tailor, and spent 10 minutes going through schematics of my new new shirt to-be.

When Raphael, our renown french choreographer saw me and told me that it looked good, I knew it was ace.

But I didn't expect anything, because all the other guys were damn good.

I was happy enough going home just having learnt to dance. We pulled it off despite the minor cock ups, the energy was there, the crowd loved it.

It shouldn't feel good, something so trivial.





But standing there smiling for 50+ cameras holding the gold and wearing something that says winner does feel a little good.




Made some good friends over the past few days. Despite everything, we were a team. Helped each other cover up, and looked out for one another.

Made fun of someone together too.

Destiny

Something just surfaced in my drawer just now.

Its on of those singlets that went through so much with you.

Soaked by the endless laps on the running track.

Abrased by the countless crunches and statics.

Chilled by the cold 6am winds and toasted by the 12pm sun of the waters of kallang basin.


That precious seniors singlet that I was the only noob in the team who got... cause I was the only junior that managed to out-row the seniors.




Good times.

I remember earlier on, one cold morning when we climbed over the gate to row at sdba. I was happily doing laps, uncapsized, trying to keep warm in the cold winds and dry. Then some charboh calls me over.

I think she wanted to drink water or something? Anyway instead of using my boat to balance herself she ends up capsizing us into freezing waters.

Mud, knee high, right in the middle of kallang basin. We call for help from another charboh.

She rows over. Tries to help and ends up in the water with us.

I think we were saved by some k2 in the end.




Then those evenings when I will do laps in the k1 all by myself. Theres a certain peace you get from having the whole of kallang basin to yourself, rowing in the calm waters of the evening (if you're lucky enough to actually get godamn calm waters back then before the breakwaters were built).

Just you, your paddles, a boat and miles and miles of water.

I remember the late afternoons crashing training with ntu because I had no one to do race sets with. Of how they invited me to join them after seeing how I always lined up at the start line with them.

I remember how I lucky I felt to be able to train with the strongest ivp team at the time. It seemed so impossible to beat them with their years of experience.

I remember how beating some of them never felt good because we still got our asses handed to us in the opens category by some ac gin nah with a faster class boat.

Canoeing was fun because we were all serious yet not all that serious. You could go up to any boat from any school and ask if they wanted to race. Then you'll get either a polite "ok sure" or "haha no thanks".

I remember the days of research. Any team, any school, I had it all. I collected data on all their training programs and the psyche that their respective coaches attempted to imbue in them. From rowing with them, rowing at the other side of kallang, conveniently warming up at their training spots or cooling down at their debriefs.

How each school's program changed from base building to pre-race. How some schools fought on with one method of training because it was their pride from their seniors - tried and tested, phases that they had to go through. How some school's teacher-in-charge used his students as guinea pigs to test different methods of progression and training. And how some schools did things the way they did because they didn't know any better.

I had to understand it all. I couldn't lose in any way that I could help. Incidentally it helps when you need to plan your own program. Not just by following what you've been taught, but by watching first hand how athletes working through different methods of training progression differ in strength and characteristic. What works and what doesn't. What's truly stupid training, and what is efficient. What part of the training is needed, and what part just added by someone who didn't know better and was never taken out because no one else knew than him.



My only regret from giving up my spot in ntu with the team that I told myself I wanted to join would be this. I would at last eliminate the one factor that prevented me from being at the top.

The juniors now have it easy. Back then the only rowers I lost to were from uni. Now with them out of the picture for a category, it should be easy peasy.

But you can't play around forever sometimes - not when it will take so much time away from the one thing that you know you want to do for the rest of your life.

It was fun. The company was good. The rivals were unforgettable. The coaches left impressions that will never go away.

But having found the answer to the question that so many ask but so few find an answer from within themselves compel me to fulfill it.

Being at the top of a competitive environment can be all you hope for sometimes. It can be all you think about and train for.

But ultimately life goes on. You can't be there forever and what shallow satisfaction you get for being up there at that time wanes when you realize that you have to move on to the next "phase."

Seeing the wheels of convention for what they are. Listening to that small voice that logic will tell you to ignore.

Only when you push against the power will you find the energy required to breakthrough things you never imagined possible.


People think that those working in the creative or design industry can think out of the box. They couldn't be more wrong. You don't need "creativity." Because convention dictates now that even this concept is bound by the notion of going against logic -and a vector opposite or tangent to another vector is still a vector.

What you really need-

Is insanity.






Do you believe in destiny?

Sprained foot.

I've sprained my left foot during morning training yesterday... somehow. Dunno how dunno when. It just slowly hurt more and more throughout the day.

Can probably add it to my "wtf you can sprain that?" list.

Its the part between the ball of your foot and your heel.

So godamn weird, I can't run like this. Need.... other.... form.... of cardio.....

XD~

omgwtflol

I need a holiday

hello uncle reuben

So we went out to find the cream of the cream of the crop out of all the childcare centres. Close to 800 kids and we narrowed them down these few with natural singing ability. One of them could even do a vibrato. Holyshit.

Having them sing and move to the music was quite uplifting. Their innocent and pure energy, both in intention and voice really warms the heart.

It was hard having to narrow down and select which kids to sing which songs, listening to them closely while trying best not to let them know that they were being judged or tossed out. I guess it always pains me to have to tell someone their not good enough. Especially since these kids are so young, how will they take it? How will it impact them at such a young a volatile age?

Something that needs to come so innately, unlike sports. If you train hard and devote the time to it, you can't be too terrible. But for something like music, some people can spend all the time in the world and sadly still be a musical travesty.

Which is why I remember how difficult it was for me to select the the performance team for the Piano Ensemble back in school. No one wanted to be the bad guy, but we only had so few slots and as president I had to ensure that only the best occupied those slots.

When it came to sports or rowing, any skinny, fatass or slackshit who put in the effort and improve would make it to the team, because the potential to improve in sports is much more forgiving.

Somehow although musicality is something that needs to be cultivated, somehow some seeds just refuse to grow no matter how much effort you put in. And there are also cases whereby people are so shy and humble that they do not realize just how talented they are. Its easy to miss those type of people, but I didn't let a single one slip by.


Left to right: Denise, Crystal, Kai Wen, Wai Yip, Jeannie, Asher

I used to hate kids, but after today, I'll kinda miss that bunch. PLUS MORE KARMA POINTS FOR LIKING KIDS!

Not in the michael jackson kinda way.

Recording today at the studio with the kids was surprising. I really didn't expect much out of kids that didn't belong to a choir, but there's a certain purity to their unrestricted emotion in such singing.

After the children were done, we recorded our voice talent. Which was none other than one of the strongest singers in the previous SG idol - Matilda.


Its heartbreaking yet fulfilling in a way. The way I composed a song and imagined it to be sung, then a strong singer comes and brings new life to it with her own style and emotion. Like giving your daughter's hand away in marriage to someone whom you know will make her happy for the rest of her life.

She is an incredible singer. And I'm surprised that she can do so many styles.

What a day.

pwned by telecom

Internet was down since like Friday. All my supreme geek powers couldn't bring it back because it was a line fault which telecom had to fix this morning.

Godamn torturous argh.

Battle stations character stagnant and unable to level, unable to watch anime, unable to DOTA WTF!?!?!


Anyway I sucked it up and was productive. So 1.5 battle tracks for Battle stations are done.


Played for TR Church's fundraiser, they managed to raise like 21k in funds for bursaries or something? Like, I never imagined a church would be able to raise that much.


The 1H singing group who I played the piano with. Some of the best voices from the various churches.



Men's choir from Chicago.


The guest of honor cum member of parliament actually sang a song for us. Pretty impressive. Her voice was sincere and she had pitch, which was good enough.

Yeah so anyway I did a good deed right? PLUS 100 KARMA POINTS.


Oh yeah, Friday's DJ... MANDY really sucked.

This was taken right above the DJ console from the members bar. You can tell how bored everyone looks. It would be more appropriate if I photoshoppped "?" above everyone's heads. At most points only like 10 people were really into the music.






Ending off this entry with a nice email:

"Hey, Let me start by introducing myself.

My name is S--- K---- and I am current Senior at a high school called Ed----- Wood---.

I started learning piano by myself, just like you, just about three years ago from now.

(attached song is the recording of me of playing the song I fell in love with :), it's not quite good though)

Today I was surfing YouTube and accidentally ran into a video of you playing piano.

Man... I gotta say I'm impressed with your unique compositions and playing skills.

I personally did not believe that a self-taught pianist could become a great pianist and composer like you.

Thank you for inspiring me to be something great than what I am already.

I might not be the only one to ask but do you think you can consider sending me some of your composition pieces ?

I do in fact know the original versions of many songs you played, but I think your composition give them this unique taste that I couldn't find in original compositions.

If it's possible I would really love to learn to play your compositions"

When it rains it pours

And when the sun shines, its damn hot.

Inspiration at last, the Battle Stations themes are going to kickass.

More idiotic people.

You know those people, you're standing right infront of the mrt train doors waiting to go in because no one is coming out, in which case you'd be standing at the side to let them out. So there you are, and this moron comes just cuts infront of you right before the door opens then takes his time walking in like he owns the whole Sharyo.

Such evil doers must be stopped. Stopped from spreading their idiocy wherever to go.

They need a reality check.

In the form of me moving forward slowly while grounding.

Grounding isn't just a technique reserved for the sparring grounds or dojo. I believe it was developed originally send idiots reeling away as if they hit a brick wall.

It takes years of practice to get the timing right so that you can execute it in one breath. Yet all that will not be in vain if it can stop evil doers.

The best part about it is that the untrained person will not be able to tell if someone is grounding or not, so it looks like you're just walking or standing there normally.

What if there was an old lady who needed a seat and they cut infront of her?


Its not that such people cross me, far from it actually. I merely use idiotic people to my amusement when the time arises.

Nothing personal, just amusement.

I am not a bully.

I am an upholder of justice.

For the sake of justice and humor.

Composers block

Like for real.

Resting and regaining composing power is also part of a composer's job.

So I spent the day watching the whole series of Claymore.

It is indeed awesome.

Maybe tomorrow I'll watch the whole series of another anime.

double composition

Sometimes learning software can be a pain in the ass. Orchestra arrangers have it easy because either programming or notation NEVER changes.

Electronic or anything with programmed beats, ie trance/techno/house/drum and bass/Chemical/Dub/Hardcore/Glitch/etc on the other hand, is an ever-advancing science.

So fricking advanced that it makes 3dstudiomax/photoshop look like stuff you learn in kindergarten.

Seriously, I've spent the past 2 hours staring and tinkering at stuff like this:


This is just ONE of the many new instruments that the crazy guys at propellerheads added. Getting to know what each knob does is one thing, getting it to work with the sequencer bar is another. And to top it all off, some instruments are combinations of several of these borg-assimilated killing machines.

I didn't even spend so long trying to figure our double differentiation in F maths for buddha's sake!

But this is the future, state-of-the-art module of creation. The sound produced is smoother than anything produced in the past by mainstream artists.

I will win!

Your momma

Sometimes we come across a realization but conveniently pass it off because the people around us are doing don't seem to be bothered about it.

If one day, when their convenient direction in life set by the government, set by the education system and convention was taken away; how would they know what to do? How would they know if they wanted to do it? How would they know if it was the right thing for them? Because their momma says it is? Their family? Friends?

If I didn't have such a rude shock back to reality I would probably be thinking like them. When you realize that reality is bullshit, that everything everyone ever told you was to be desired was bullshit. That whatever you believed in was bullshit. How will you handle that?

How many times have you heard people ask "What's the meaning of life?"

The truth is, until you have an answer you'll never really be able to live your own life.

Those who are sheltered, never break through the illusion or are never sufficiently challenged to truly go out and search for an answer. To actually have the balls to go out there and do what it takes to find out even if it means giving up whatever success you had so far, even if it means failing.

Perhaps some people are better off with a carefree, simple life. Ignorance is bliss.

The first step's easy. After that comes so many questions that your professor can't answer for you.

For the greater good, things that I didn't necessarily like to do had to be done. Big things cannot have the base of childish ideas and aspirations alone. They cannot be grounded by stubborn pride, short cuts, sometimes even your conscience.

If your conscience doesn't tell you what to do, and your heart can barely be heard by yourself, how will you know where to go? How will you know whether what you are doing is right, for yourself, right, in any aspect?

Somehow, its easier to walk toward that small hole with light shining out instead of being covered by a huge mass of light.

cant think of title

Side effect of the new training phase is.... I can eat whatever the hell I want. That means as much chicken rice, carrot cake, whatever fatty shit - and still cut down on body fat.

Though the amount of suffering the training causes more than makes up for the little consolation of food.

But really, to me food is one of the highest ecstasies of life. Maybe it could rival even music. It doesn't really gratify emotionally, it gratifies on so many levels that don't need to be tied down to emotions.

Last night's event at Home was fun, the music was awesome. The 5 piece band - the firefighters I think, was damn awesome. The electronica band before them was alright, in one of their pieces they sequenced their beats inbetween a third and quarter progression which didn't fall in fifths so it was kinda off. But these kinda things you can't really tell unless you've been sequencing for years anyway so I doubt anyone else or they themselves noticed.

Darren tried to hit on girl after that but CHICKENED OUT. Anyway if my intelligence is correct, the girls should dig him because Darren is like chicken little kinda cute and the girls will dig that. Or at least buy keychains of him if they cartoonized him.

Sometimes I'm not sure if the guys know what temperance is.

Anyway, training today ....

................

It soooo isn't my fault haha. I mean if I throw the ball but no one catches it, of course someone else is gonna pick it up, then alot of those who didn't catch it will reject the guy who eventually picked it up.

But thats life, tired of following poor conventions? Go and do what it takes to change those conventions. I've done my term, now just watching and analyzing will suffice for now.

He reminds me so much of the other one from some time ago. I know that he also senses this but misinterprets it as a form of mimicry. I just hope that he will make better decisions. That aspect of immaturity can be a powerful weapon, yet work must be done to control and direct it.


Anyway despite being so godamn tired...

Bishan running club got activated.

Not enough sleep and water during a draggy training session, chicken rice of all thing for dinner, tired legs from running 7km the day before are conditions perfect to test your mental fortitude and discipline against mr sji ex-cross country runner.


Anyway the new route through amk, braddel and back is refreshing. Cleared the whole thing in 30 mins with Sam, though when breaking in the route with Wee Koh we cleared at about 38 mins.

zzzzz nua weekoh!


Anyway Sam managed to get suspended from school for one month. How awesome is that? Extended holiday cause exams are finished anyway. Which is weird cause such things are happening... I mean its not some misfit breeding school like cat high.

Dota calls.

Hand in Hand

Music composition is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.

Once in a while I manage to compose a rare gem with a melody so strong, a voice so powerful that it seems to have a life of its own.

One such theme is one of the ending tracks of the musical Alice that I've been busy on. Its a humbling yet empowering experience to just let the melody be the voice to take control of the piece and command all the counter melodies to its side with such power and audacity.

What a girl wants, what a girl needs

What does a girl want?

She doesn't want handsome guys.

She doesn't want guys with big muscles.

She doesn't want a guy with confidence.

She wants something cute.

She wants something adorable and weak.

She want something that she can say "awwwww' to.

Well at least, thats what most of the female population wants.

Its proven.

Put images of guys on products, or make them into keychains, chicks won't buy them.

Put something senselessly stupidly cute, and they'll love them.

Make the mascot of a game a suave hero and the majority of the buyers will be guys.

Make the mascot some cute animal thingy and you will tap into the female market.


Marketing statistics reveals wonders about the female psyche.

Yes, I understand them clearly now.

I understand that they cannot be understood because they do not understand that they must understand the preposterously inconsequential nature of all things cute.

Typical lazy day

Actually it may seem lazy but its actually super multi-tasked.

Wake up,

Wash up while planning work schedule,

Check email and Battle Stations, load music into mp3 player,

Light breakfast,

Go for morning run with mp3 player, gather ideas for music,

Curse the godamn sun for being so godamn hot,

Come home, shower, revise work schedule for the day,

Eat,

Work Cycle: 1 hour cycle of working on music, checking email, playing battlestations, checking facebook and gyming in the room with dumbells and barbell.

Creative break: Load up anime on 32" LCD TV, bring handphone and remote control to bed, watch anime, struggle to switch of tv via remote before falling asleep for nap.

Wake up, go to work cycle.

Extended break: Watch many episodes of anime, play ps3, go shopping or watch movie.

Return to work cycle.

Eat,

Dota break: Round up gang or join existing game while doing weights between respawn or long traveling time in game.

Load up anime, set handphone to cradle on computer, bring remote control to bed, watch anime, struggle to switch off tv via remote before falling asleep for the night.


Important to not work on music for too long because you lose perspective if you're too involved in the piece or numbed from listening to it too many times.










Sometimes I burst out laughing at the com... seemingly to myself. People must think I'm mad.

Reu says:
MH LEARN HIPHOP?

2 brown monkeys and 1 brown Stitch in pizza hut says:
den hair fly everywhere like mad woman!
Reu says:
XD
~*FEJLB*~ >>>>> ·f0undeR☆ «´¨`•.¸¸* ♥p0oshhies♥ *.¸¸.•´¨`» says:
dey will rmb 4 u?
~*FEJLB*~ >>>>> ·f0undeR☆ «´¨`•.¸¸* ♥p0oshhies♥ *.¸¸.•´¨`» says:
!!!
2 brown monkeys and 1 brown Stitch in pizza hut says:
WAHAHA REU
2 brown monkeys and 1 brown Stitch in pizza hut says:
NICE REACTION
~*FEJLB*~ >>>>> ·f0undeR☆ «´¨`•.¸¸* ♥p0oshhies♥ *.¸¸.•´¨`» says:
i wan modern jazz
** Sparkling Tinkerbel** 2 brown monkeys and 1 brown Stitch in pizza hut says:i miss my huat kway hair says:
Oei..sHIt u..
Reu says:
THANKS GAB

one two pause one two pause

Sometimes learning new genres of music can be a major pain in the ass.

Recently I've attempted to assimilate a new style and update myself on another.

The new one is Samba band. Organic bands are always a pain in the ass to pull off, because the timings of each beat always seem to be together yet they are not. I have to bunch up a whole bunch of snares together to try to emulate the mid tone drums of the band.

The style I'm updating myself on is trance/techno/hip hop. Yeah, they may be very different in terms of timing and progressions, like for instance techno runs on a 1-2 rhythm, hip hop on a slow 1-4 rhythm and trance on a fast 1-4 rhythm till it seems like a 1-2 rhythm. But the beats used are essentially the same modules and instruments most of the time.

The pain in the ass for these beats is that although the melodies and harmonies are numbskullingly simple and brainless, there's a whole lot of work that goes into the beats.

There are really simple loops all over commercially, used by songs on the radio, or in clubs, but beat pattern variations can get really complex. So complex that a programmer or engineer would be able to catch on faster than a musician who usually relies on feeling rather than logic. The beatsmith requires visualization and execution.

So yeah, its a huge challenge, but a damn fun one. Cause this is the style we decided to do the soundtrack of battle stations to.

rawr

It sucks being sick.

I have very little to write about because most of the stuff I think about when I'm sick is like how to annihilate the universe.