I feel like I'm playing a deadly game of ping pong flu with the people around me or something.
Thankfully it didn't affect my playing yesterday. But I really couldn't stay for the activities after church so that sucked.
It really sucks because I've been feeling shitty since wed and this has completely ruined my running program.
Allen says that the dark brown phlegm that I cough/sneeze out means that its quite bad.
I just want this to pass asap.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
right o, yes milord?
Its with a huge feeling of relief and satisfaction that almost all the tracks for the Alice musical is finished. November musical tracks are halfway done, and in about 2 weeks time I will have wrapped these two big projects up at long last.
Listening back to each of the tracks, it really is amazing how each of them came together. The songs for Alice was a major milestone for me to see just how much music I could write in such a short time, and thankfully I may be able to pull this off.
Ruby wants to do Narnia next year. That's gonna be so fun. She cried when she heard the final bridge of music before the finale that I've written to sum up the journey of the lonely rebellious protagonist. All the emotion in the melody and significance of how the answer call and reactive melodies and harmonies are used symbolizes just how much she has been through.
In a way it gives me satisfaction to see people react to my music in such a way. I'm not a sadist, its just that I can never feel my own music to the extent that other people would. Only by the reactions of others can I understand what I am supposed to feel.
Its sad, but in a way its what keeps me going. Like a runner that always wants to get faster, or someone who wants to get stronger, he has reason to train. So too is it for me that I can never experience what I want to portray in my own work, that I will continue to write and chase that illusive emotion.
Very soon, I'll be working on the soundtrack for the next big thing in facebook, the first animated turn based mmorpg - Battle Stations.
I can't wait to start :)
Listening back to each of the tracks, it really is amazing how each of them came together. The songs for Alice was a major milestone for me to see just how much music I could write in such a short time, and thankfully I may be able to pull this off.
Ruby wants to do Narnia next year. That's gonna be so fun. She cried when she heard the final bridge of music before the finale that I've written to sum up the journey of the lonely rebellious protagonist. All the emotion in the melody and significance of how the answer call and reactive melodies and harmonies are used symbolizes just how much she has been through.
In a way it gives me satisfaction to see people react to my music in such a way. I'm not a sadist, its just that I can never feel my own music to the extent that other people would. Only by the reactions of others can I understand what I am supposed to feel.
Its sad, but in a way its what keeps me going. Like a runner that always wants to get faster, or someone who wants to get stronger, he has reason to train. So too is it for me that I can never experience what I want to portray in my own work, that I will continue to write and chase that illusive emotion.
Very soon, I'll be working on the soundtrack for the next big thing in facebook, the first animated turn based mmorpg - Battle Stations.
I can't wait to start :)
Thursday, September 27, 2007
HAH???!?!!
Aftermath of running 2 X 6km followed by dancing for 4 hours = painful calves.
Phuture was painfully crowded.
The poor lighting makes people look better at times. It also makes it harder to make out some features or characteristics which would usually be used to tell guy/gal apart, especially if said individual has had a sex change operation.
Yuck.
Sometimes you can just sense it, thankfully. Darren's camera confirmed it, praise be to mother theresa that I ran away.
I can respect whatever kind of personal liberation one would get from being a transsexual or something, I can respect that individual as a person, but getting hit on by one just gives me the eepie jeebies.
I also get really worried when people lean over and try to scream to talk to you.
You know when the music's so loud, then your friend tries to talk to you by raising his/her voice.
But you can't hear, cause the music's too loud, so you scream "HUH?!"
So your friend then goes right up to you, and takes a deep breath before screaming and slowly enunciating each word out carefully, louder than 25 1 metre super monitor speakers can dish out nonsensical heavy-booming treble-piercing noise for 800 plus people, gently massaging your inner ear drums with his/her gentle voice.
And people wonder why their ears ring...
Every time someone does that, a cute kitty dies.
Save the kitties.
Use hand signs or your phone.
Phuture was painfully crowded.
The poor lighting makes people look better at times. It also makes it harder to make out some features or characteristics which would usually be used to tell guy/gal apart, especially if said individual has had a sex change operation.
Yuck.
Sometimes you can just sense it, thankfully. Darren's camera confirmed it, praise be to mother theresa that I ran away.
I can respect whatever kind of personal liberation one would get from being a transsexual or something, I can respect that individual as a person, but getting hit on by one just gives me the eepie jeebies.
I also get really worried when people lean over and try to scream to talk to you.
You know when the music's so loud, then your friend tries to talk to you by raising his/her voice.
But you can't hear, cause the music's too loud, so you scream "HUH?!"
So your friend then goes right up to you, and takes a deep breath before screaming and slowly enunciating each word out carefully, louder than 25 1 metre super monitor speakers can dish out nonsensical heavy-booming treble-piercing noise for 800 plus people, gently massaging your inner ear drums with his/her gentle voice.
And people wonder why their ears ring...
Every time someone does that, a cute kitty dies.
Save the kitties.
Use hand signs or your phone.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Decisive precise shopping operation
Some uni students are so over-burdened with homework, they have to do their homework in the middle of a dimsum buffet lunch with friends.
Browsed around Peninsula plaza after that while Gab went to look for his camera. Alot of really interesting shops. There was one that sold magical reagants, like... frankincense, devil's shoe lace and all sorts of weird herbs for charms. Jia ming was exceptionally amused by the satanic-rock music/clothes shop.
But what caught my attention was this:
Its a performance keyboard. It would so rock to perform with this, but the price tag was insane.
Went to shop around ann siang hill/road after that. One thing I hate about shopping there is that unlike town, there's no air con from shop to shop. Nordic, Venue, Asylum and Front Row are pretty worth the effort, though. Especially that one shop that shifted and is hidden so well that I had to backtrack twice to find the damned place while Jasline, Minghui and the rest chilled somewhere for a drink. They think I'm too serious when it comes to shopping... but I see it more as mission based. Gather recon on all op points before establishing the overall mission plan is vital before you swoop in for the kill. Anyway the staff were helpful too, helped me pick out a nice shirt.
Okay, behind schedule again, back to work.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Assholes
Today on the way back I was reminded of a certain senior warrant officer who tried to cause me some trouble back during my ns days.
lol I can say BACK DURING MY NS DAYS... ORD LOH.
Though I never really could find much joy on my ord day.... cause I wasn't really in camp much anyway.
Enough digressing....
You know that type, the asshole who hates to smile, gives you and your friends condescending looks, loves handing out extras and being anal about disciplinary issues.
I can appreciate what he did for the guys in camp on some level, because there had to be law, it is the army afterall, and someone had to be the bad guy while the rest played the politically correct guy.
He annoyed me because even the commander an ltc, and all the lt. col and maj.s under him whom I worked with knew to give the right amount of respect, which was duly reciprocated. But this guy.... all he seemed to want to do was to find something... anything to mar my perfect record.
He did almost get me, once. But ironically it was his superior whom I had helped out before whom let me know in advance. That's why its better to be the nice guy - people would rather help you than help an asshole.
But all is fair in the system. As he used it to try to get to me, I eventually learned to use it to put myself well out of his reach.
I guess thats one of the few good feelings I have from ord'ing. Being one of the few to ord in my camp with 0 extras. The letters were nice too.
In a way if he didn't try what he did, I would have never understood the system to the point that I did and may have ended up screwing something up in the end.
What makes such people tick? Misery loves company. Perhaps their lives are so miserable they feel better sharing it? or maybe its just for fun, I dunno. Some motivations are implausible.
Whats important is staying above them.
lol I can say BACK DURING MY NS DAYS... ORD LOH.
Though I never really could find much joy on my ord day.... cause I wasn't really in camp much anyway.
Enough digressing....
You know that type, the asshole who hates to smile, gives you and your friends condescending looks, loves handing out extras and being anal about disciplinary issues.
I can appreciate what he did for the guys in camp on some level, because there had to be law, it is the army afterall, and someone had to be the bad guy while the rest played the politically correct guy.
He annoyed me because even the commander an ltc, and all the lt. col and maj.s under him whom I worked with knew to give the right amount of respect, which was duly reciprocated. But this guy.... all he seemed to want to do was to find something... anything to mar my perfect record.
He did almost get me, once. But ironically it was his superior whom I had helped out before whom let me know in advance. That's why its better to be the nice guy - people would rather help you than help an asshole.
But all is fair in the system. As he used it to try to get to me, I eventually learned to use it to put myself well out of his reach.
I guess thats one of the few good feelings I have from ord'ing. Being one of the few to ord in my camp with 0 extras. The letters were nice too.
In a way if he didn't try what he did, I would have never understood the system to the point that I did and may have ended up screwing something up in the end.
What makes such people tick? Misery loves company. Perhaps their lives are so miserable they feel better sharing it? or maybe its just for fun, I dunno. Some motivations are implausible.
Whats important is staying above them.
WE GONNA GRAB THAT oMGWTflol
DONT THIS MAKE A NIGGA WANNA
DONT THIS MAKE A NIGGA WANNA
DONT THIS MAKE A NIGGA WANNA
WE GONNA GRAB THAT
WE GONNA GRAB THAT
WE GONNA GRAB THAT
WE GONNA GRAB THAT!!!
Omg its true that some music makes you stupider.
It truly is a travesty when stupid people are allowed to make music and infect other people with their stupidity.
DONT THIS MAKE A NIGGA WANNA
DONT THIS MAKE A NIGGA WANNA
WE GONNA GRAB THAT
WE GONNA GRAB THAT
WE GONNA GRAB THAT
WE GONNA GRAB THAT!!!
Omg its true that some music makes you stupider.
It truly is a travesty when stupid people are allowed to make music and infect other people with their stupidity.
Familiar grounds
When I saw that mrt station something inside me just sank. I didn't know why at first, nor why it was so familiar. I thought my only memories of that place were from the race before, but that couldn't be the case, we alighted at the other station, and crossed the bridge, none of which were in that path.
Give a rower a paddle and he will feel like rowing, make him touch a pullup bar and he'll want to go up.
Muscle memory is a fascinating thing.
Give a rower a paddle and he will feel like rowing, make him touch a pullup bar and he'll want to go up.
Muscle memory is a fascinating thing.
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