Spoilers ahead.
You will probably find my take on the film which I just watched. I am trying to remain as neutral as I can. And so, whether you have watched or not, intend to or not, please do not take what I say to heart. I am known to be extremely bias in certain cases, so do not take my word for it.
Firstly, I am not an avid fan of cookie cutter standard animated films which have small deviation in standard cookie cutter plots. Every standard story (usually) has usually it's introduction, crisis and then resolution of that problem. Cliche, cliche and terribly cliche. The worst kind of plots are those with the save-the-world heroic one man/one team show, and then a happy ending. Not only cliche, but terribly unappetizing.
I guess this Wall.E thing is marketed towards little kids. Probably adults with the minds of little kids will be entertained by little Wall.E ridiculing himself, or perhaps people who think they're one notch higher in the 'philosophical hierarchy" would like to psycho themselves into believing that there's more to simple Wall.E saving Planet Earth.
Yes, love. Romance. True enough, without it, Wall.E would be basically nothing but a plain canvas sheet. Add romance and you add a canvas colour, say pink, or any bright colour. But ultimately, the show finishes off where it starts off with a emotional displacement of zero. I know this is going to sound cheesy, but a good film makes you think. Wall.E makes you sigh in despair because it gets too boring after the second half. Robotic ridicule is a good attraction point but in surfeit it spells disaster. This soporific effect was probably enhanced by robotic love being predictable to the extent that it grew horribly boring. . Granted, in a kids show, there is no room for complex characters, personalities or whatsoever. After all, a kid's show it is and a kid's show it will be.
It was safe to say, that 99% of the robots in the show had exactly the same personalities. Some with slightly varied ones (like the stupid cleaner bot), Eve and Wall.E had probably identical personalities.
(and do I sense some inference by using the name Eve, and Wall.E actually calls her evil by the way he pronounces it. Intentional or not, I'll give it the benefit of the doubt).
Does this film hint the inevitable nature of love. Wall.E is just another robot. And humans are to a certain extent, manipulated by how we think and how we think, process thoughts could be also robotesque. When we're lonely, we fall in love, no matter who (even if he or she is wielding a gun which could potentially kill), and when our loved ones get seized by circumstances we bravely fight back and risk everything. Wall.E didn't have a choice. Being a robot, the CPU in him made him do it. Are we just as trapped in such a fate as little Wall.E? I'd like to believe not.
The line between robot and human have been blurred in this film. In an attempt to portray robots with human behavior, they have caused human and robot to act and behave on the same level, the same plane, and the same intelligence and will. It is such an irony that man behaves like robots and robots like man, in this film alone. We can see the identity exchange.
I don't know how to be amused by a film with almost no words. Art, in most forms, come without words. But I believe a film without words is like a book without characters. It's like watching sign language film, everything is a mime. Words are powerful, in fact they are vital. But in such a film, the lack of words, and the fact that all communication is visual makes it dull. Some may find it appealing. If you feel that tickle whenever that so called robotic humor happens,( i e. the fake robotic imitation of love which is supposed to be funny ), I might suppose this show is just perfect for you.
As for me, I sunk deeper into my seat as time drags on. I was somewhat waiting for the show to end. The progression of the plot was not only haphazard but void of direction. It was a wandering sensation without the thrill, which just felt like eating plain porridge with fish bones for lunch. The comedy suffered various flaws. Firstly, the repetitive nature of it. Seeing Wall.E bump into something or getting banged by trolleys is one amusing thing to see, but seeing variations of that happening ten thousand times is numbs it by a power of 2 each time it happens.
I tried my best to be lenient. But the best part of the movie was the trailers before the show started. Wall.E was cute, at it's best. Eve was minatory. And their love was well, cliche. Towards the end, they had Wall.E ALMOST die (though he should have been dead long ago. he seems to have punched in a certain infinite health code in his trusty little mini computer). Eve reformats him, and saves him. But Wall.E loses his memory.
And they COULD HAVE ENDED JUST THERE.
But I think I should bang my head on the Wall.E because this is a kid's film. Kids don't like going home thinking too much and for that reason they are kids. Grown ups with identical mindsets should be shot or brought back to kindergarten or both. Either way, the film had too happy of an ending. If they couldn't make it abstract, make it sad. I guess that was what could have saved the entire plot. It would be much better if they sticked to the cliche, and then deceive the audience.
Then they would get complains. Kids are not supposed to cry in a film. I can for see that coming up if they sticked to what I prefer. Sadly.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sleepy
I feel sleepy.
I need to study some crap. Geog is going to die. for sure, actually, I'm letting it die and rot and revive it for an A at A levels. I'm not tired, just experiencing the down side of the curve.
Been doodling, idling around. Watching TED TV which has really quite some inspirational, innovative videos. Some I don't get the point, some are in circular motion, some are too confusing, some are prodigious, on every possible genre you could think of. More often than not, I find myself amused. I think at least it's something worth doodling on. At least it's helpful, in what ways yet I find myself unsure. LOL.
I hope I don't fall asleep watching Wall.E with my parents tonight. The first time I saw the trailer I was like " I wanna watch this! " and that was last year? Untimely, yes. I want to watch Cyborg She but no one wants to watch with me. I joked about watching it myself, I guess have to find the poison banner and row the ship. Someday. (When it finally appears more accessible on the net.)
Just downloaded Liszt-Beethoven Symphonies.
Random! I can relate more to Beethoven's music. Though I personally admire Liszt (I've read some extracts of the story of his life and it's so captivating). Chopin feels too fluffy after awhile. Though I probably have bad theory knowledge it sounds repetitive after awhile. I think the perfect combination now is to listen to Liszt's composition on Beethoven's famous symphonies.
And yes. Anyhow heard about the [&fmt=18] code pertaining to youtube? Does it work? I think it works. but I suspect it might be psychological. Wait, I think it IS psychological. Comments?
I need to study some crap. Geog is going to die. for sure, actually, I'm letting it die and rot and revive it for an A at A levels. I'm not tired, just experiencing the down side of the curve.
Been doodling, idling around. Watching TED TV which has really quite some inspirational, innovative videos. Some I don't get the point, some are in circular motion, some are too confusing, some are prodigious, on every possible genre you could think of. More often than not, I find myself amused. I think at least it's something worth doodling on. At least it's helpful, in what ways yet I find myself unsure. LOL.
I hope I don't fall asleep watching Wall.E with my parents tonight. The first time I saw the trailer I was like " I wanna watch this! " and that was last year? Untimely, yes. I want to watch Cyborg She but no one wants to watch with me. I joked about watching it myself, I guess have to find the poison banner and row the ship. Someday. (When it finally appears more accessible on the net.)
Just downloaded Liszt-Beethoven Symphonies.
Random! I can relate more to Beethoven's music. Though I personally admire Liszt (I've read some extracts of the story of his life and it's so captivating). Chopin feels too fluffy after awhile. Though I probably have bad theory knowledge it sounds repetitive after awhile. I think the perfect combination now is to listen to Liszt's composition on Beethoven's famous symphonies.
And yes. Anyhow heard about the [&fmt=18] code pertaining to youtube? Does it work? I think it works. but I suspect it might be psychological. Wait, I think it IS psychological. Comments?
Friday, August 29, 2008
Ah well
Since it's teacher's day, my gift to my CT would be an exemption from the need to exert energy to tick my name on the attendance list during morning assembly.
AND. I think I got awoken by marching people at the canal this morning. I didn't check but there was a lot noise (still cuddling in my bed). Retribution for not going to school? I hate being awakened by such stupidity. What was it? Did PJC organize a mass march again?
Great calamity will strike in one week's from now. Or not.
I don't know but there is this arcane sense of tranquility, which is void of pain, confusion, balefulness and so on. There is this order right now that resides in me. I feel crystal clear, vehement and poised to strike.
Recently I took a walk along memory's lane. I feel foolish. And whenever I look back and whatever I look back at, the me I see is forever weaker, helpless (maybe due to the inherent nature of regret? but like I said, I don't regret). I think somehow, the more peace in your life, the more need for emotional drama, rage or it's derivatives. Somehow, there have been great failure to bring in any emotional fluctuations that I require now. Life is too peaceful. Nothing disturbing, nothing repelling and everything solvable.
I have been exempting myself from blogging. Not that I hate it. There is nothing much to report, and even if there was, it will be the same thing in the same fashion and in the same words along the same lines. There will be nothing protruding if a line a straight, and if it's straight it cannot curve. Maybe I will return into a helix soon. But not now.
And even this post, is another attempt to get fired up about blogging again. I've lost some interest in most things, and because energy cannot be destroyed, it is somewhat channeled and more concentrated at the tasks at hand. I'm just fulfilling the vision that I have always visualized.
The more one says, the more one speaks, the more he exposes himself. And the more he exposes, the more room for exploitation. I shall attempt to speak less, or even communicate. Real power lies in a life of solitude. Or not.
AND. I think I got awoken by marching people at the canal this morning. I didn't check but there was a lot noise (still cuddling in my bed). Retribution for not going to school? I hate being awakened by such stupidity. What was it? Did PJC organize a mass march again?
Great calamity will strike in one week's from now. Or not.
I don't know but there is this arcane sense of tranquility, which is void of pain, confusion, balefulness and so on. There is this order right now that resides in me. I feel crystal clear, vehement and poised to strike.
Recently I took a walk along memory's lane. I feel foolish. And whenever I look back and whatever I look back at, the me I see is forever weaker, helpless (maybe due to the inherent nature of regret? but like I said, I don't regret). I think somehow, the more peace in your life, the more need for emotional drama, rage or it's derivatives. Somehow, there have been great failure to bring in any emotional fluctuations that I require now. Life is too peaceful. Nothing disturbing, nothing repelling and everything solvable.
I have been exempting myself from blogging. Not that I hate it. There is nothing much to report, and even if there was, it will be the same thing in the same fashion and in the same words along the same lines. There will be nothing protruding if a line a straight, and if it's straight it cannot curve. Maybe I will return into a helix soon. But not now.
And even this post, is another attempt to get fired up about blogging again. I've lost some interest in most things, and because energy cannot be destroyed, it is somewhat channeled and more concentrated at the tasks at hand. I'm just fulfilling the vision that I have always visualized.
The more one says, the more one speaks, the more he exposes himself. And the more he exposes, the more room for exploitation. I shall attempt to speak less, or even communicate. Real power lies in a life of solitude. Or not.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
La la land
After one day of doing Math.
I suggest
p(x<45)=1
still holds true.
SHIT.
I finally hit saturation point. Actually, my butt hit it's maximum strain capacity first.
The school called me today, warning me about my horrible CIP record of six hours, (contrast with the average 50 plus hours). I have to harvest another 9 hours to get something decent. The teacher explained that to me and somehow I managed to borrow 9 hours. She keys the hours in for me, and after prelims I will go back to school and do admin work. Crap! But it beats doing gardening for 3 hours. Mr Lee almost got me to do gardening, I wanted to. But I was wearing a pants without a button at that time (came out somehow), and I could never afford 8 hours. He was generous, he offered to double my hours. But seriously, I have many other stuff to do than CIP.
My school hall was hogged by a class, (apparently isolated for some unknown reason). And I don't feel like going to school anymore if I can't play piano during breaks. Shit.
I don't like math. I have technical difficulties in math. I have horrible mathematical dexterity. Yet I am faced with a Hobson's choice. I am not going to let myself get slaughtered. Level up! I can see it, it's only a few million EXP till the next level. Crap.
I think somehow the more artistic you become, the more horrible you get at Math. To prove my conjecture, I assume Wen Pu is true and yes, indeed, my conjecture holds true.
I used to think maybe I was naturally good at math. I had some common sense I guess. But no matter how logical you can think, if you can't get from Point A to Point B on the foolscap paper unscathed ( no careless mistakes ), chances are you're not going to get much marks. Enough said. Shit, shit shit. P(X<45)=1. Die math.
I suggest
p(x<45)=1
still holds true.
SHIT.
I finally hit saturation point. Actually, my butt hit it's maximum strain capacity first.
The school called me today, warning me about my horrible CIP record of six hours, (contrast with the average 50 plus hours). I have to harvest another 9 hours to get something decent. The teacher explained that to me and somehow I managed to borrow 9 hours. She keys the hours in for me, and after prelims I will go back to school and do admin work. Crap! But it beats doing gardening for 3 hours. Mr Lee almost got me to do gardening, I wanted to. But I was wearing a pants without a button at that time (came out somehow), and I could never afford 8 hours. He was generous, he offered to double my hours. But seriously, I have many other stuff to do than CIP.
My school hall was hogged by a class, (apparently isolated for some unknown reason). And I don't feel like going to school anymore if I can't play piano during breaks. Shit.
I don't like math. I have technical difficulties in math. I have horrible mathematical dexterity. Yet I am faced with a Hobson's choice. I am not going to let myself get slaughtered. Level up! I can see it, it's only a few million EXP till the next level. Crap.
I think somehow the more artistic you become, the more horrible you get at Math. To prove my conjecture, I assume Wen Pu is true and yes, indeed, my conjecture holds true.
I used to think maybe I was naturally good at math. I had some common sense I guess. But no matter how logical you can think, if you can't get from Point A to Point B on the foolscap paper unscathed ( no careless mistakes ), chances are you're not going to get much marks. Enough said. Shit, shit shit. P(X<45)=1. Die math.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Two years ago at this point of time, I looked at O levels and said to myself, " oh gosh, I am never ever going to study like this again in my life ". I meant it, and studying two weeks for the o levels was a big deal for me at that time. I told myself I would never put myself into such torture again. yet ironically, I find myself right in front of a formidable enemy. One that surpasses the O levels in all means by a huge huge huge amount. I worry for myself.
Secondary school life was one big horrible mess for me. Thankfully, Junior College was much much better. Old habits die hard, I still skip school, have a bad reputation with the discipline com and so on. I think this is mainly due to the school being more laid back. My grades are equally horrible throughout and it seems like the pattern have to repeat. Last minute work will save me again, just like how it did always, psle, o levels and everywhere.
Doodling in night study is inevitable. But I think I'm starting to enjoy studying. I enjoying leveled myself up, and gaining stat bonuses, gaining weapons and armors. It is actually more than studying, more than what it seems to be. There is fun in it, if I really look closely.
The talk during assembly really displaced my train of thoughts a little. First, not everyone will get into university. Everyone knows it. However, it is already evident who will or will not. It is just an inconvenient truth.
I would say I just have to enjoy my last few weeks of official school life. After prelims, everything will go haywire and soon enough after the papers have been marked, returned and analyzed it would be the last final month of buffing up our levels to fight the ultimate A'fflicted levels. It's been a wild two years of fun laughter peace and bridge. (though I don't find myself associated with the bridge gang). School was partly enjoyable (or bearable) because of certain people around us. True enough, in our class alone, there are the good, the bad and the unintelligent. True enough, again it is evident but inconvenient so I shall spare the flamethrower.
I think one of the greatest wonders of our class is what should be known as the pinnacle of asininity. And along with it, some side dishes of repulsive, nauseating characters.
It is a fact that cannot be denied, not subjected to the subject of the thin line between opinion and fact.
It's either time to sleep or to study. I am more inclined to the former.
Secondary school life was one big horrible mess for me. Thankfully, Junior College was much much better. Old habits die hard, I still skip school, have a bad reputation with the discipline com and so on. I think this is mainly due to the school being more laid back. My grades are equally horrible throughout and it seems like the pattern have to repeat. Last minute work will save me again, just like how it did always, psle, o levels and everywhere.
Doodling in night study is inevitable. But I think I'm starting to enjoy studying. I enjoying leveled myself up, and gaining stat bonuses, gaining weapons and armors. It is actually more than studying, more than what it seems to be. There is fun in it, if I really look closely.
The talk during assembly really displaced my train of thoughts a little. First, not everyone will get into university. Everyone knows it. However, it is already evident who will or will not. It is just an inconvenient truth.
I would say I just have to enjoy my last few weeks of official school life. After prelims, everything will go haywire and soon enough after the papers have been marked, returned and analyzed it would be the last final month of buffing up our levels to fight the ultimate A'fflicted levels. It's been a wild two years of fun laughter peace and bridge. (though I don't find myself associated with the bridge gang). School was partly enjoyable (or bearable) because of certain people around us. True enough, in our class alone, there are the good, the bad and the unintelligent. True enough, again it is evident but inconvenient so I shall spare the flamethrower.
I think one of the greatest wonders of our class is what should be known as the pinnacle of asininity. And along with it, some side dishes of repulsive, nauseating characters.
It is a fact that cannot be denied, not subjected to the subject of the thin line between opinion and fact.
It's either time to sleep or to study. I am more inclined to the former.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Shine
I slept in this morning.
I think it was because I watched a movie last night, not out, but in the comfort of my room. Watched Shine, a 1996 film, about a musical prodigy who suffers 'abuse' from his over possessive father. His father apparently taught him how to play the piano and somehow he was discovered when he was being forced to compete. As a little kid, with thick glasses, pants up his waist, he was surely amazing to pull off the Heroic Polonaise, which is a monumental piece of work. He was probably nine or ten then. Following the storyline, he managed to gain reputation by winning competitions and famous people raised a sum of money to send him overseas to study music. Yet his father ( a suspect psychopath and a very interesting, yet disturbing character ), was not only disapproving but showed signs of violence if going overseas was ever mentioned.
Basically, a very emotion provoking film mainly because the father is really provoking character that will not only make your blood boil. You will be fascinated by how such a character could be created, or not. because this plot, and their characters are based on a true story. His father portrayed very cynical character, fundamentally twisted perspective of love. Selfish, psychopathic behavior at it's best. My blood was almost boiled away into gas while watching. An interesting complex arrogance is given off my the father. I'm no literature student so it is going to be an uphill task to attempt, neither do I know much psychology.
Thus, and therefore, this film covers the life of the protagonist. How he grew up to become a psychopath, become so mentally disorientated and suffers mental disorders. And then, the show ends blissfully I hope. Again, the point of this film, is really left to interpretation. However, it may be because this story is based on a true film, and thus, the unresolved, abrupt ending without much meaning. Thinking about it again, this show was warped in mysterious sequences of flashbacks, and time was never a container for any information. A messy presentation, yet it keeps one intrigued.
It was one in he morning when I watched this. Much of it is still distorted. I remain confused and the accent made listening tough and the quality of my file is not exceptional. A very emotionally provoking film. Watch only if either 1) you love music, (mainly piano), 2) you love seeing twisted, psycho characters 3) you love complex characters. To sum up, it's good, because you don't get the usual stereotypical characters in any tom dick or harry film. Not even close. the character's personalities are so complex and so real that it can be disturbing.
Still I don't much of it's point though
~
Mugging at home is definitely seemingly more productive but in any case where a decision have to made between two, the relative outcome can never be found out. The one and major drawback of the freedom of choice, is that the lingering sensation of mystery still evident either way. What if I went, will I learn more. What if I don't go, will I level up more if I battle these mathematical creeps at the comfort of my own bed. It's not a time to debate which is better. I've decided a balance of both is needed. I will play by the rules as far as I can, and also, I will deviate as much as I can afford.
What I like about studying at home, is that I can choose what I want to do. I don't have to be forced feed in lectures or whatsoever, sit through relatively useless gp lessons or get into unnecessary trouble for not bringing PE attire.
After all, rules are only meant to measure objects, and in most cases, in 10^-2 meters. So why bother so much after them. After all, most are made of plastic and they can be broken without much effort.
Back to work.
I think it was because I watched a movie last night, not out, but in the comfort of my room. Watched Shine, a 1996 film, about a musical prodigy who suffers 'abuse' from his over possessive father. His father apparently taught him how to play the piano and somehow he was discovered when he was being forced to compete. As a little kid, with thick glasses, pants up his waist, he was surely amazing to pull off the Heroic Polonaise, which is a monumental piece of work. He was probably nine or ten then. Following the storyline, he managed to gain reputation by winning competitions and famous people raised a sum of money to send him overseas to study music. Yet his father ( a suspect psychopath and a very interesting, yet disturbing character ), was not only disapproving but showed signs of violence if going overseas was ever mentioned.
Basically, a very emotion provoking film mainly because the father is really provoking character that will not only make your blood boil. You will be fascinated by how such a character could be created, or not. because this plot, and their characters are based on a true story. His father portrayed very cynical character, fundamentally twisted perspective of love. Selfish, psychopathic behavior at it's best. My blood was almost boiled away into gas while watching. An interesting complex arrogance is given off my the father. I'm no literature student so it is going to be an uphill task to attempt, neither do I know much psychology.
Thus, and therefore, this film covers the life of the protagonist. How he grew up to become a psychopath, become so mentally disorientated and suffers mental disorders. And then, the show ends blissfully I hope. Again, the point of this film, is really left to interpretation. However, it may be because this story is based on a true film, and thus, the unresolved, abrupt ending without much meaning. Thinking about it again, this show was warped in mysterious sequences of flashbacks, and time was never a container for any information. A messy presentation, yet it keeps one intrigued.
It was one in he morning when I watched this. Much of it is still distorted. I remain confused and the accent made listening tough and the quality of my file is not exceptional. A very emotionally provoking film. Watch only if either 1) you love music, (mainly piano), 2) you love seeing twisted, psycho characters 3) you love complex characters. To sum up, it's good, because you don't get the usual stereotypical characters in any tom dick or harry film. Not even close. the character's personalities are so complex and so real that it can be disturbing.
Still I don't much of it's point though
~
Mugging at home is definitely seemingly more productive but in any case where a decision have to made between two, the relative outcome can never be found out. The one and major drawback of the freedom of choice, is that the lingering sensation of mystery still evident either way. What if I went, will I learn more. What if I don't go, will I level up more if I battle these mathematical creeps at the comfort of my own bed. It's not a time to debate which is better. I've decided a balance of both is needed. I will play by the rules as far as I can, and also, I will deviate as much as I can afford.
What I like about studying at home, is that I can choose what I want to do. I don't have to be forced feed in lectures or whatsoever, sit through relatively useless gp lessons or get into unnecessary trouble for not bringing PE attire.
After all, rules are only meant to measure objects, and in most cases, in 10^-2 meters. So why bother so much after them. After all, most are made of plastic and they can be broken without much effort.
Back to work.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Rofl
And so I'm tired.
Leveled up my physics a tiny little bit. Bought some new armor, trained a little and now to fight creeps. Gah that's the worst. Hope I don't get pwned. I think more exp points. Math is going to die a horrible death.
Listening to Waldstein. Woots.
Top tens in my Playlist right now
Liszt-La Campanella
Paganini Caprice number 24
C minor Variations (Beethoven)
Brahms Variations on Paganini
Liszt-Libestraume
Liszt Mephisto Waltz (!!!!)
Scriabin Etude 8-12
Ravel Jeaux d'Eau
Schubert A minor Piano Sonata
Stravinsky-Three movements from Petrushka
Random...
^^
Leveled up my physics a tiny little bit. Bought some new armor, trained a little and now to fight creeps. Gah that's the worst. Hope I don't get pwned. I think more exp points. Math is going to die a horrible death.
Listening to Waldstein. Woots.
Top tens in my Playlist right now
Liszt-La Campanella
Paganini Caprice number 24
C minor Variations (Beethoven)
Brahms Variations on Paganini
Liszt-Libestraume
Liszt Mephisto Waltz (!!!!)
Scriabin Etude 8-12
Ravel Jeaux d'Eau
Schubert A minor Piano Sonata
Stravinsky-Three movements from Petrushka
Random...
^^
LALALA
I was too fatigued yesterday to blog. Wrong move on Thursday.
And I postponed my dental surgery. (x_x I'm scared)I figured it would be unproductive to do it on a Saturday morning because it will disrupt the entire day which could be used to do more productive stuff. Ah anyway I'm tired now so I might need coffee rush today to keep me alive. I slightly regret going for Yf yesterday. I didn't practice piano nor do any work. Time is tight now, I have to acknowledge that. But I cannot deny that I wanted to go.
The televisions mounted high up from the ceiling along the corridors of my school made it possible for the entire class camping outside to watch the Singapore versus Korean tabletennis match whereby our imported talent battles at her hometown, for Singapore. Unfortunately, pressure got the better of her and her lack of composure was evident. Larry somehow convinced me that if a silver medal was clinched we would get a national holiday (???) which I cannot verify at the spot, but me being trusting, I wanted to believe if Lee Jia Wei managed to ball her opponent to death on that little table, then we would get a holiday! But she lost, and it was a really sad excruciating loss. It doesn't boil down to technique, but rather how your head can take all that pressure and adrenaline rush. Unfortunately I believe some people do go cold, some people make more mistakes, which was evident with our very own Olympic athlete.
Another filler post. realized I have nothing much to blog about. I'm still tired. Maybe I should remain tired and drown in my blankets.
Seriously with all that hype and pressure descending upon us battling A levels. I wonder why I'm doodling away with La Campanella. Doesn't make sense.
And I always do things that don't make sense.
But I hope ultimately it will.
And I postponed my dental surgery. (x_x I'm scared)I figured it would be unproductive to do it on a Saturday morning because it will disrupt the entire day which could be used to do more productive stuff. Ah anyway I'm tired now so I might need coffee rush today to keep me alive. I slightly regret going for Yf yesterday. I didn't practice piano nor do any work. Time is tight now, I have to acknowledge that. But I cannot deny that I wanted to go.
The televisions mounted high up from the ceiling along the corridors of my school made it possible for the entire class camping outside to watch the Singapore versus Korean tabletennis match whereby our imported talent battles at her hometown, for Singapore. Unfortunately, pressure got the better of her and her lack of composure was evident. Larry somehow convinced me that if a silver medal was clinched we would get a national holiday (???) which I cannot verify at the spot, but me being trusting, I wanted to believe if Lee Jia Wei managed to ball her opponent to death on that little table, then we would get a holiday! But she lost, and it was a really sad excruciating loss. It doesn't boil down to technique, but rather how your head can take all that pressure and adrenaline rush. Unfortunately I believe some people do go cold, some people make more mistakes, which was evident with our very own Olympic athlete.
Another filler post. realized I have nothing much to blog about. I'm still tired. Maybe I should remain tired and drown in my blankets.
Seriously with all that hype and pressure descending upon us battling A levels. I wonder why I'm doodling away with La Campanella. Doesn't make sense.
And I always do things that don't make sense.
But I hope ultimately it will.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Twilight
What a beautiful night.Listening to Ravel's Jeaux d'Eau.
A big mistake was to actually think I could mug throughout the night. Especially when my intention was tending towards mathematics. After three integration problems my head shut down, not in fatigue, but in restlessness. Unfortunately, coffee negates whatever fatigue in me. It prevents me from sleeping, yet I am unable to accomplish anything. Wrong move. Coffee, a vital item in the arsenal of muggerzoids and muggerbots, but yet it can be a double edged sword. I have not at the level to properly and efficiently manipulate it advantageously.
Well, reflecting into how I spend my day, it was inevitable. I mean, the fatigue. An entire day in school. My gum recovered pretty well last night and somehow it did not hurt nor bleed one bit the entire of today. I could eat at a normal level, everything was fine. I had occasional pulses of headaches, and it was slightly uncomfortable-the pain in the stomach (I think) caused by the antibiotics. (without fail, after 30-45 minutes of consumption, I get the same kind of pain). But it was bearable. My pain threshold, has inevitably increased after the painful ordeal few days ago and it is about to tenfold again in the days to come. How fortunate.
As soon as school ended I rushed home to catch some piano practice. Academics, surely is important, but I have to feed the hunger within me and the only way is to practice. I was already fatigued. One hour and slightly more of doodling away at the keyboard. And then I quickly got back to school-yes,yes night study.
I leveled up today!
Practiced after I got home again. And then I attempted to study, but I realized studying for phenomenal amount of hours is really something I cannot achieve. Now I'm so not looking forward to Saturday, where potentially I might get 16 needles stuck in my lower gums and a considerable amount of gum cut away. That is so sad, it's going to be an excruciatingly excruciating painful morning. And I so not look forward to it. Pain, pain.
Oh yes, I broke my AQ record for GP today. (6/8) was the highest I ever got. Mock examination was a tough paper with tough, interestingly humid, and stuffy conditions. I guess being deprived of air promotes better writing? And also, yes, hunger.
There is going to be a really random haphazard nature of the posting tonight.
Yes, there is this invisible fly in 2 metre proximity.It might be a fly, it might not be. It might be the dirty caustic wind. It might be the 7th month. It might be because I'm actually fatigued. I actually THINK it's a real fly. But I am just too fatigued to see through it's movements. Dang.
Life has been stale. Horribly stale (how many times must I callow about this?). My life is only school, piano, school, piano. It worries me to how much priority in piano now when it's not supposed to be that serious. I have no examinations, no nothing, to work towards, yet I insist on practicing to satisfy myself. I can cope, yes, I can right?
I am really keen on skipping school tomorrow. After all, Friday is the ultimate time waster. A favourite day of the ponning gang. I find myself unable to skip tomorrow as it would force this week into being a 1-day week, which is really really disturbing if the school ever checks my record. It's almost like a self imposed one week holiday. So not good. Well, I think it's actually okay. Just waste half the day, that's all.
I think prelims will be fine, I hope. Yes, I hope.
The most productive life is actually a life spent in solitude. There are so many things in this world that can keep you occupied even while you are alone. In fact, people don't need other people anymore with the existence of some things, namely, the piano. You can sit there and play and play and play. It will take a few light years to reach bottleneck and completing all the pieces from even one famous composer will take an incredible amount of time. Introverts, are the people who can derive happiness from anything else except friends (perhaps minimally) and that is an uncanny ability, yet it is so versatile.
Whether we like it or not, there is classification in whatever that we do or we pursue. In some way or another, all has been compressed, nullified by the laws of peacemaking. This states that the quality of life experienced by a person cannot be judged by another as all such matters are relative in different directions. One man's meat might be another's poison, in simple words. When we take too much pride in what we do and how we live our life, we tend to brush off other forms of life, or rather, ways that it is lived. It can be ironic how life can be qualitatively measured yet there are a million possibilities of different scales to how each may be measured, and to each his or her own. In any motion there is friction, and perspective in motion, in two opposite directions will breed conflict. It is so queer that even if we see a person standing beneath us, yet we cannot comment because it is only through our scale that it is so. There exists too many scales for calibration. And even the world's strongest calibrated scale can be denied. There is no uniform perspective, and only many in haphazard motion.
Thus, it is simpler to retreat from this massive frictional platform. Into a realm with only one force, and one perspective. One which is unaffected by the force of another even upon contact.
Finally, it will grow into a battle of idealistic versus realistic. Some people subject themselves to an extravagant myriad of scales and ultimately unless there is innate perfection there is no way to fit through all when scales can be disparate. Yet there is an illusion to the intersection point of all scales. A holy grail, so holy, so unobtainable, and so fake.
I may be wrong. But I have might identified the crux of the thousand and one problems that seem to plague and appear on a random basis.
I think it is late and thus I make less sense. But for those who think they understand what I have just said, feel free to enlighten me because I am probably equally confused.
A big mistake was to actually think I could mug throughout the night. Especially when my intention was tending towards mathematics. After three integration problems my head shut down, not in fatigue, but in restlessness. Unfortunately, coffee negates whatever fatigue in me. It prevents me from sleeping, yet I am unable to accomplish anything. Wrong move. Coffee, a vital item in the arsenal of muggerzoids and muggerbots, but yet it can be a double edged sword. I have not at the level to properly and efficiently manipulate it advantageously.
Well, reflecting into how I spend my day, it was inevitable. I mean, the fatigue. An entire day in school. My gum recovered pretty well last night and somehow it did not hurt nor bleed one bit the entire of today. I could eat at a normal level, everything was fine. I had occasional pulses of headaches, and it was slightly uncomfortable-the pain in the stomach (I think) caused by the antibiotics. (without fail, after 30-45 minutes of consumption, I get the same kind of pain). But it was bearable. My pain threshold, has inevitably increased after the painful ordeal few days ago and it is about to tenfold again in the days to come. How fortunate.
As soon as school ended I rushed home to catch some piano practice. Academics, surely is important, but I have to feed the hunger within me and the only way is to practice. I was already fatigued. One hour and slightly more of doodling away at the keyboard. And then I quickly got back to school-yes,yes night study.
I leveled up today!
Practiced after I got home again. And then I attempted to study, but I realized studying for phenomenal amount of hours is really something I cannot achieve. Now I'm so not looking forward to Saturday, where potentially I might get 16 needles stuck in my lower gums and a considerable amount of gum cut away. That is so sad, it's going to be an excruciatingly excruciating painful morning. And I so not look forward to it. Pain, pain.
Oh yes, I broke my AQ record for GP today. (6/8) was the highest I ever got. Mock examination was a tough paper with tough, interestingly humid, and stuffy conditions. I guess being deprived of air promotes better writing? And also, yes, hunger.
There is going to be a really random haphazard nature of the posting tonight.
Yes, there is this invisible fly in 2 metre proximity.It might be a fly, it might not be. It might be the dirty caustic wind. It might be the 7th month. It might be because I'm actually fatigued. I actually THINK it's a real fly. But I am just too fatigued to see through it's movements. Dang.
Life has been stale. Horribly stale (how many times must I callow about this?). My life is only school, piano, school, piano. It worries me to how much priority in piano now when it's not supposed to be that serious. I have no examinations, no nothing, to work towards, yet I insist on practicing to satisfy myself. I can cope, yes, I can right?
I am really keen on skipping school tomorrow. After all, Friday is the ultimate time waster. A favourite day of the ponning gang. I find myself unable to skip tomorrow as it would force this week into being a 1-day week, which is really really disturbing if the school ever checks my record. It's almost like a self imposed one week holiday. So not good. Well, I think it's actually okay. Just waste half the day, that's all.
I think prelims will be fine, I hope. Yes, I hope.
The most productive life is actually a life spent in solitude. There are so many things in this world that can keep you occupied even while you are alone. In fact, people don't need other people anymore with the existence of some things, namely, the piano. You can sit there and play and play and play. It will take a few light years to reach bottleneck and completing all the pieces from even one famous composer will take an incredible amount of time. Introverts, are the people who can derive happiness from anything else except friends (perhaps minimally) and that is an uncanny ability, yet it is so versatile.
Whether we like it or not, there is classification in whatever that we do or we pursue. In some way or another, all has been compressed, nullified by the laws of peacemaking. This states that the quality of life experienced by a person cannot be judged by another as all such matters are relative in different directions. One man's meat might be another's poison, in simple words. When we take too much pride in what we do and how we live our life, we tend to brush off other forms of life, or rather, ways that it is lived. It can be ironic how life can be qualitatively measured yet there are a million possibilities of different scales to how each may be measured, and to each his or her own. In any motion there is friction, and perspective in motion, in two opposite directions will breed conflict. It is so queer that even if we see a person standing beneath us, yet we cannot comment because it is only through our scale that it is so. There exists too many scales for calibration. And even the world's strongest calibrated scale can be denied. There is no uniform perspective, and only many in haphazard motion.
Thus, it is simpler to retreat from this massive frictional platform. Into a realm with only one force, and one perspective. One which is unaffected by the force of another even upon contact.
Finally, it will grow into a battle of idealistic versus realistic. Some people subject themselves to an extravagant myriad of scales and ultimately unless there is innate perfection there is no way to fit through all when scales can be disparate. Yet there is an illusion to the intersection point of all scales. A holy grail, so holy, so unobtainable, and so fake.
I may be wrong. But I have might identified the crux of the thousand and one problems that seem to plague and appear on a random basis.
I think it is late and thus I make less sense. But for those who think they understand what I have just said, feel free to enlighten me because I am probably equally confused.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Bloody! :(
I woke up in vertigo again. I think somewhat it must have been the medicine
Yesterday night my gum started bleeding profusely. It reached a point where I gave up putting gauze to stop the bleeding, the gauze would turn concentrated blood red upon contact. The bleeding won't stop. So I figured I should go and sleep and stop thinking about it. And it did.
I woke up this morning, with my mouth full of blood clots. If I open my mouth, you would probably only see a sea of red. My lips had dried blood stuck here and there, and it was really something worth freaking out to. Worst of all, I can't brush my teeth. Rinsing was the most I could do.
I figured I should not be attending school. There is no way I am going with a smelly mouth ( didn't brush teeth yesterday too), with all that blood stinking smell, and all red, bloody and gross. Blood clots are actually blacker than red.
I'm feeling more or less mentally rejuvenated right now. I am, sane. If I manage to clear those blood clots somehow, I will attend night study later.
Yesterday night my gum started bleeding profusely. It reached a point where I gave up putting gauze to stop the bleeding, the gauze would turn concentrated blood red upon contact. The bleeding won't stop. So I figured I should go and sleep and stop thinking about it. And it did.
I woke up this morning, with my mouth full of blood clots. If I open my mouth, you would probably only see a sea of red. My lips had dried blood stuck here and there, and it was really something worth freaking out to. Worst of all, I can't brush my teeth. Rinsing was the most I could do.
I figured I should not be attending school. There is no way I am going with a smelly mouth ( didn't brush teeth yesterday too), with all that blood stinking smell, and all red, bloody and gross. Blood clots are actually blacker than red.
I'm feeling more or less mentally rejuvenated right now. I am, sane. If I manage to clear those blood clots somehow, I will attend night study later.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Blood
Dang, my gum is bleeding AGAIN.
There was this sudden impulse to do this quiz. I have nothing else better to do right now. I have blood clot between my braces, and entirely bloody mouth and zero mood to do anything productive. I figured I could use some of this excess time to do something well, unproductive. And I realize I'm typing a lot faster now. Etude effect.
Quiz
(7 things I want in a partner)
Gender:Male
Seriously, I don't know how serious I am going to be
Seriously.
7th: Behave ideally. Have negligible volume, behave like point masses, and all collisions should be perfectly elastic and no energy is lost.
6th: Have small radius. So that Lattice energy is large.
5th: Not too electronegative.
4th: Solid state in room temperature
3rd: Benzene ring functional group
2nd : pH 7
1st : All I wanted was some chemistry.
LOL.
Okay, on a more serious note.
(7 things I want in a partner)
Gender:Male
*Pertaining to only worldly, seemingly superficial matters.
7th : Some musical awareness
6th : Intelligence. And common sense which is coherent with mine.
5th : More often than not, a constant (K) stable mood.
4th : Fundamentally, good natured. (honest, ethical, not fickle, not unfaithful).
3rd : Some chemistry (like the above stated points). Possessing a certain level of attraction.
2nd : Can tolerate my rubbish. (can withstand my lameness, times of unreasonable behavior or blah blah blah whatsoever)
1st : play la campanella at full speed
If you noticed, this quiz doesn't really make much sense.
It was serious until the 1st point where I realized I still have a lot to write about. Dang
There was this sudden impulse to do this quiz. I have nothing else better to do right now. I have blood clot between my braces, and entirely bloody mouth and zero mood to do anything productive. I figured I could use some of this excess time to do something well, unproductive. And I realize I'm typing a lot faster now. Etude effect.
Quiz
(7 things I want in a partner)
Gender:Male
Seriously, I don't know how serious I am going to be
7th: Behave ideally. Have negligible volume, behave like point masses, and all collisions should be perfectly elastic and no energy is lost.
6th: Have small radius. So that Lattice energy is large.
5th: Not too electronegative.
4th: Solid state in room temperature
3rd: Benzene ring functional group
2nd : pH 7
1st : All I wanted was some chemistry.
LOL.
Okay, on a more serious note.
(7 things I want in a partner)
Gender:Male
*Pertaining to only worldly, seemingly superficial matters.
7th : Some musical awareness
6th : Intelligence. And common sense which is coherent with mine.
5th : More often than not, a constant (K) stable mood.
4th : Fundamentally, good natured. (honest, ethical, not fickle, not unfaithful).
3rd : Some chemistry (like the above stated points). Possessing a certain level of attraction.
2nd : Can tolerate my rubbish. (can withstand my lameness, times of unreasonable behavior or blah blah blah whatsoever)
1st :
If you noticed, this quiz doesn't really make much sense.
It was serious until the 1st point where I realized I still have a lot to write about. Dang
Lalala
My fingers feel sore and numb as I type. Tuition soon. And my week has been reduced by LiAlH4 to a 3 day week.
I wonder if it's more productive if I stay at home. I know the next three days are going to be 7-9pm days, which is going to be so draining. I better gather as much rest as possible, because on Saturday I'll be getting by bottom gum sliced.
I woke up in vertigo. Didn't like it, so I slept in.
Dang, my fingers feel really sore now. La Campanella, Revolutionary and Moonlight 3rd, consecutively being practiced. I hope I'm really improving.
I tried to study again, I did succeed to a certain extent, though the rain quite very much induced the intention to fall asleep.
I wonder if it's more productive if I stay at home. I know the next three days are going to be 7-9pm days, which is going to be so draining. I better gather as much rest as possible, because on Saturday I'll be getting by bottom gum sliced.
I woke up in vertigo. Didn't like it, so I slept in.
Dang, my fingers feel really sore now. La Campanella, Revolutionary and Moonlight 3rd, consecutively being practiced. I hope I'm really improving.
I tried to study again, I did succeed to a certain extent, though the rain quite very much induced the intention to fall asleep.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Gummy bears
If blood and gore grosses you out, stay away from this post. and I mean S>5metres cause you won't like what I am about to narrate.
Today was a fine cheerful day, until I went to the dentist. Who somehow claims I have excess "gum" growth in my mouth. Well, according to her, it's a random process whereby some people just grow more gum after putting on braces. And then upon closer inspection, I realized my gum was covering approximately half my teeth, which is so not good. Well, it is said that it will cause a lot of future problems, swelling, infection are amongst the more vile ones. The rest common problems include bleeding when brushing teeth and requiring a lot of work just to clean the teeth, which itself may cause hygiene issues which affects health and blah blah blah.
So, things from there on was not going to be so simple. What was proposed to me and my dad, who was taken aback, stupefied-gum surgery. It involves injecting countless needles into the gum, numbing it in the process and using somewhat of a knife like object to carve out the excess gum. Unfortunately, both top and bottom gums had to be operated on.
That didn't sound nice. Injections in the mouth are one of the most horrid ones. The nerves in the gum seem very responsible, I mean, after all they ARE part of your mouth right. Ulcers hurt considerably significantly, let alone needles in those gums.
I asked the Dentist, " how many injections are they going to be? " the mood was still well, fine jolly cheerful and then she said " don't worry dear, only two". I heaved a sigh of relief. Big one.
Only until I found out it was two dosages of numbing medicine ( you call that antiseptic? ) split into about ten pokes (injections) per layer of gum. (which equates to twenty injections if you do the math). I may be exaggeration because I was too much in agony to be able to count properly. I only knew the needle went in and out, in and out at intervals of several millimeters apart, non stop jabbing my gum. Both layers, top and bottom.
It was literally speaking, fifteen minutes of hell. The total injecting process took TEN minutes. I was left so numb, so pain that tears watered down uncontrollably. It wasn't a sensation of crying, but tears just accumulated in my eyes due to the pain. I clutched my fist so tightly that marks could be seen post surgery. Horrible.
And there was several moments of stalling, removing braces, replacing the braces with some different kind of brace. I braced myself. She told me not to look. Close my eyes and DO NOT LOOK. Oh well, I had better be prepared.
I could not see the tool she used but I figured it was sharp and it had to be sharp. I knew what was coming. I closed my eyes and thankfully even when I opened, the angle of elevation of how i was lying down somehow made the tool she used not visible to me, (aka at a blind spot). however, what I only could see was a tube extending out of my mouth. Yes, the suction tube. Usually, it would be used to remove excess liquid in the mouth. They drain your mouth of it's moisture. The usually transparent liquid that flowed through was now red. RED, AND REDDER. I felt so sick that I almost fainted.
And then the antiseptic was wearing off as she was carving out the gum of the last teeth. It was one big bad painful experience. Ouch, remembering it gives me chills right now.
After forty five minutes of sheer torture, the antiseptic of the bottom gums wore off. And I have to go back another day just to get the bottom layer cut out.
It's still bleeding hours post surgery. I have a slight headache which might lead to a fever which might lead to me not turning up in school tomorrow. I'll have to see how the bleeding goes. I don't want to be a guy with a period in his mouth.
I lost a lot of blood today, but what was more agonizing was the loss of time. I wasted five hours traveling, and including surgery time. Pain pain, loss, loss.
As a result, I did not accomplished much today, at least studies wise. I did manage to practice the piano. I'm officially playing Moonlight Sonata's Finale movement with proper guidance. And I finally read finish the entire of revolutionary.
I'm going to practice again soon and I hope I don't stain the keyboard. I'm starved, but I cannot eat.
All thanks to my gummy bear mouth :(
Today was a fine cheerful day, until I went to the dentist. Who somehow claims I have excess "gum" growth in my mouth. Well, according to her, it's a random process whereby some people just grow more gum after putting on braces. And then upon closer inspection, I realized my gum was covering approximately half my teeth, which is so not good. Well, it is said that it will cause a lot of future problems, swelling, infection are amongst the more vile ones. The rest common problems include bleeding when brushing teeth and requiring a lot of work just to clean the teeth, which itself may cause hygiene issues which affects health and blah blah blah.
So, things from there on was not going to be so simple. What was proposed to me and my dad, who was taken aback, stupefied-gum surgery. It involves injecting countless needles into the gum, numbing it in the process and using somewhat of a knife like object to carve out the excess gum. Unfortunately, both top and bottom gums had to be operated on.
That didn't sound nice. Injections in the mouth are one of the most horrid ones. The nerves in the gum seem very responsible, I mean, after all they ARE part of your mouth right. Ulcers hurt considerably significantly, let alone needles in those gums.
I asked the Dentist, " how many injections are they going to be? " the mood was still well, fine jolly cheerful and then she said " don't worry dear, only two". I heaved a sigh of relief. Big one.
Only until I found out it was two dosages of numbing medicine ( you call that antiseptic? ) split into about ten pokes (injections) per layer of gum. (which equates to twenty injections if you do the math). I may be exaggeration because I was too much in agony to be able to count properly. I only knew the needle went in and out, in and out at intervals of several millimeters apart, non stop jabbing my gum. Both layers, top and bottom.
It was literally speaking, fifteen minutes of hell. The total injecting process took TEN minutes. I was left so numb, so pain that tears watered down uncontrollably. It wasn't a sensation of crying, but tears just accumulated in my eyes due to the pain. I clutched my fist so tightly that marks could be seen post surgery. Horrible.
And there was several moments of stalling, removing braces, replacing the braces with some different kind of brace. I braced myself. She told me not to look. Close my eyes and DO NOT LOOK. Oh well, I had better be prepared.
I could not see the tool she used but I figured it was sharp and it had to be sharp. I knew what was coming. I closed my eyes and thankfully even when I opened, the angle of elevation of how i was lying down somehow made the tool she used not visible to me, (aka at a blind spot). however, what I only could see was a tube extending out of my mouth. Yes, the suction tube. Usually, it would be used to remove excess liquid in the mouth. They drain your mouth of it's moisture. The usually transparent liquid that flowed through was now red. RED, AND REDDER. I felt so sick that I almost fainted.
And then the antiseptic was wearing off as she was carving out the gum of the last teeth. It was one big bad painful experience. Ouch, remembering it gives me chills right now.
After forty five minutes of sheer torture, the antiseptic of the bottom gums wore off. And I have to go back another day just to get the bottom layer cut out.
It's still bleeding hours post surgery. I have a slight headache which might lead to a fever which might lead to me not turning up in school tomorrow. I'll have to see how the bleeding goes. I don't want to be a guy with a period in his mouth.
I lost a lot of blood today, but what was more agonizing was the loss of time. I wasted five hours traveling, and including surgery time. Pain pain, loss, loss.
As a result, I did not accomplished much today, at least studies wise. I did manage to practice the piano. I'm officially playing Moonlight Sonata's Finale movement with proper guidance. And I finally read finish the entire of revolutionary.
I'm going to practice again soon and I hope I don't stain the keyboard. I'm starved, but I cannot eat.
All thanks to my gummy bear mouth :(
Mirrors
My blogging frequency has drastically plummeted, I believe. And it's been a long time since I monitored the hit counter. It's late now, and yawn, I really should be sleeping.
Been watching a little bit of Olympics. Judo is the most hilarious thing I've seen in awhile. The gold medalist clinches his gold medal in a rather unorthodox manner. His opponent, a white man, was left a broken man on the other end of the mat, with his hands not on the ground but grabbing his own head tightly, caressing it. In other words, the champion's opponent, unfit for further combat, had to concede the match, while the Gold medalist walks away, trying to control his laughter. What a way to win Gold.
I tried to control my laughter, pitying the Gold medalist. He was swinging his hand up and down in such a languid manner, seems afraid of acknowledging his victory. he was like " oh crap did I win like this ? " His smile was quite priceless.
Don't shoot me if I misinterpreted anything, first time I ever watched Judo. Seems like men in cat fight to me.
Gymnastics was pretty awesome to watch. China had really a pedophile army of gymnast. They all look like kids who could swing more than monkey bars. They had really inhumane balancing abilities, they could flip in the air like a coin and never land on tails or heads but on their feet. However, one unfortunate competitor landed on her butt. Her expression was again, priceless, almost wanting to cry. Pressure, pressure. Certainly with her whole country, wait, no the whole world watching her, it was surely pressurizing. It was surely, very entertaining.
First time, again, I ever watched basketball. The contrast between USA and china was not only about colour but skill. USA dominated china, but china tried, just to no avail. Initially I was rooting for china when I first started watching, (somehow, I just had this spontaneous inclination towards china. fellow chinese?), but into the game, I realize it would be much happier rooting for the team who is surely quite certain of victory. I figured china had no chance.
Olympics is really entertaining. It's been a long time since I've watched badminton, and also, I want to watch all the stuff I never watched before.
Since tomorrow is going to be a holiday, I figured I should finally say the "Happy National day! " though it is slightly belated, but I only do good exchanges on the spot. Holidays, a big prerequisite to any form of patriotism.
I need to do my braces tomorrow, a burned afternoon.
My current plight: My math is hopeless, physics dying, and only a tiny minute ray of hope from chemistry. Will I survive?
Had a slight debate with my brother who tries to convince me about his definition of music. No doubt, classical is still higher in class and standards. Daniel Goh from my class seems to be convinced that game music is pure music. My brother tried to convince me that even the blacks or aborigines who beat drums are also performing an act of music, which in my opinion, does not count. They might be, at least to a greater extent that 'artistes' who sing pop. Granted, game music, rock, popular music or it's associates might be music, but if they are, they are defiled with impurities.
People think music is subjective, a matter of taste and preference. What you like is music, or what is pleasing to your ears is music. That is a fallacy. Anything that is not Mozart, Chopin or their 'friends' is not pure music. There is a reason why Mozart was a prodigy not Jay chou or Britney spears. The majority might not be always right, in fact more often than not, they are wrong. The reason why classical music is less widely received is because it takes a prerequisite amount of intelligence to be able to comprehend it. Research has shown that music taste has profound relation with intelligence.
This world has been plagued with all sorts of impurities. Pop, rock, techno. It's actually alright to like them, but terming them as music is expressing music itself in derogatory manners. I'm fine with it as long as people accept that there is a superior form of 'music', and the music they are listening to is impure.
Another thing which I found disturbing that there is usually an excess of noise in pop concerts, or whatever you have. Don't get me wrong, I am not insane to the extent that I attended one, but I was watching some Jay chou videos where he started singing and the cheers from the crowd grew so loud. That is fundamentally wrong, music should be listened in silence, and thus, that is enough evidence to pop isn't pure music. Anything that you can listen to, while making a lot of noise, is not music but an illusion, a drug, a subterfuge of your own imagination. Granted Jay does his fair share of "classical promotion", in his movie Secret, playing Chopin Improvisations, he performed Mozart Rondo Alla Turca and also one of Bach's' Well Tempered Clavier somewhere in rather modern style. When he 'performed' the piece Secret (time travel), the whole crowd went in roars. now, tells you a lot about the intelligence of the crowd doesn't it.
It's not a difference in culture, form of expression, it's not even an issue about art. It's a matter of perception, appreciation and intelligence. Seriously speaking.
I still do sway along to music, no matter how impure.
Everything written in my opinion, if it matters to you how I just offended the whole wide world of wrong perspectives, then go knock the wall or something while I continue enjoying Schubert's Impromptu. (which I was listening to all this while).
Been watching a little bit of Olympics. Judo is the most hilarious thing I've seen in awhile. The gold medalist clinches his gold medal in a rather unorthodox manner. His opponent, a white man, was left a broken man on the other end of the mat, with his hands not on the ground but grabbing his own head tightly, caressing it. In other words, the champion's opponent, unfit for further combat, had to concede the match, while the Gold medalist walks away, trying to control his laughter. What a way to win Gold.
I tried to control my laughter, pitying the Gold medalist. He was swinging his hand up and down in such a languid manner, seems afraid of acknowledging his victory. he was like " oh crap did I win like this ? " His smile was quite priceless.
Don't shoot me if I misinterpreted anything, first time I ever watched Judo. Seems like men in cat fight to me.
Gymnastics was pretty awesome to watch. China had really a pedophile army of gymnast. They all look like kids who could swing more than monkey bars. They had really inhumane balancing abilities, they could flip in the air like a coin and never land on tails or heads but on their feet. However, one unfortunate competitor landed on her butt. Her expression was again, priceless, almost wanting to cry. Pressure, pressure. Certainly with her whole country, wait, no the whole world watching her, it was surely pressurizing. It was surely, very entertaining.
First time, again, I ever watched basketball. The contrast between USA and china was not only about colour but skill. USA dominated china, but china tried, just to no avail. Initially I was rooting for china when I first started watching, (somehow, I just had this spontaneous inclination towards china. fellow chinese?), but into the game, I realize it would be much happier rooting for the team who is surely quite certain of victory. I figured china had no chance.
Olympics is really entertaining. It's been a long time since I've watched badminton, and also, I want to watch all the stuff I never watched before.
Since tomorrow is going to be a holiday, I figured I should finally say the "Happy National day! " though it is slightly belated, but I only do good exchanges on the spot. Holidays, a big prerequisite to any form of patriotism.
I need to do my braces tomorrow, a burned afternoon.
My current plight: My math is hopeless, physics dying, and only a tiny minute ray of hope from chemistry. Will I survive?
Had a slight debate with my brother who tries to convince me about his definition of music. No doubt, classical is still higher in class and standards. Daniel Goh from my class seems to be convinced that game music is pure music. My brother tried to convince me that even the blacks or aborigines who beat drums are also performing an act of music, which in my opinion, does not count. They might be, at least to a greater extent that 'artistes' who sing pop. Granted, game music, rock, popular music or it's associates might be music, but if they are, they are defiled with impurities.
People think music is subjective, a matter of taste and preference. What you like is music, or what is pleasing to your ears is music. That is a fallacy. Anything that is not Mozart, Chopin or their 'friends' is not pure music. There is a reason why Mozart was a prodigy not Jay chou or Britney spears. The majority might not be always right, in fact more often than not, they are wrong. The reason why classical music is less widely received is because it takes a prerequisite amount of intelligence to be able to comprehend it. Research has shown that music taste has profound relation with intelligence.
This world has been plagued with all sorts of impurities. Pop, rock, techno. It's actually alright to like them, but terming them as music is expressing music itself in derogatory manners. I'm fine with it as long as people accept that there is a superior form of 'music', and the music they are listening to is impure.
Another thing which I found disturbing that there is usually an excess of noise in pop concerts, or whatever you have. Don't get me wrong, I am not insane to the extent that I attended one, but I was watching some Jay chou videos where he started singing and the cheers from the crowd grew so loud. That is fundamentally wrong, music should be listened in silence, and thus, that is enough evidence to pop isn't pure music. Anything that you can listen to, while making a lot of noise, is not music but an illusion, a drug, a subterfuge of your own imagination. Granted Jay does his fair share of "classical promotion", in his movie Secret, playing Chopin Improvisations, he performed Mozart Rondo Alla Turca and also one of Bach's' Well Tempered Clavier somewhere in rather modern style. When he 'performed' the piece Secret (time travel), the whole crowd went in roars. now, tells you a lot about the intelligence of the crowd doesn't it.
It's not a difference in culture, form of expression, it's not even an issue about art. It's a matter of perception, appreciation and intelligence. Seriously speaking.
I still do sway along to music, no matter how impure.
Everything written in my opinion, if it matters to you how I just offended the whole wide world of wrong perspectives, then go knock the wall or something while I continue enjoying Schubert's Impromptu. (which I was listening to all this while).
Sunday, August 10, 2008
With or without
Withdrawing into my shell. I love solitude.
Don't understand why people associate introverts with 'losers'.
Not everyone is obliged to have a social life.
"the more the merrier" is a great fallacy.
People disappoint.
I'll stick to matters less superficial.
In my own comfy little world.
I guess I'll have to be not so reactive.
Not inert, just not reactive.
Been kinda busy. For once, I find enjoyment in doing homework,
or even studying. It's like a game, after all.
I seriously don't mind it being part of my life.
Piano is cool now.
La Campanella is really progressing, hitting 4th page soon.
I'm on the last page of the Revolutionary etude.
And polishing my Opus 10-four.
I would really want to spend a few more hours, but thats a hefty cost
I should be starting on my new exam pieces tonight.
Finally Beethoven, Bach and chopin or maybe not.
I'm happy now.
Even without an excess of friends, let alone company.
I have the piano, I have the TYS.
Days are really enjoyable.
They really are.
Don't understand why people associate introverts with 'losers'.
Not everyone is obliged to have a social life.
"the more the merrier" is a great fallacy.
People disappoint.
I'll stick to matters less superficial.
In my own comfy little world.
I guess I'll have to be not so reactive.
Not inert, just not reactive.
Been kinda busy. For once, I find enjoyment in doing homework,
or even studying. It's like a game, after all.
I seriously don't mind it being part of my life.
Piano is cool now.
La Campanella is really progressing, hitting 4th page soon.
I'm on the last page of the Revolutionary etude.
And polishing my Opus 10-four.
I would really want to spend a few more hours, but thats a hefty cost
I should be starting on my new exam pieces tonight.
Finally Beethoven, Bach and chopin or maybe not.
I'm happy now.
Even without an excess of friends, let alone company.
I have the piano, I have the TYS.
Days are really enjoyable.
They really are.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Moonlight
Night study has taken a great toll on my energy level. Yesterday the moment I set my feet on my room, I automatically fell on the bed in the shortest possible number of steps and fell deep asleep. I was really sleepy
Finally, it seems like all that rush have gotten the better of me. I find myself currently under something which seems, and could be classified as pressure. Something palpable, intimidating. Some people have been crushed by it, some people are getting crushed by it, while some are facing early symptoms.
I actually find it tough to keep up with the work load. I have come to a realization that the "to do list" is exponentially getting longer and longer. Tasks do not come in questions but in sets of them, aka papers.
Is it the fatigue or is my chemistry concepts getting from bad to worst. Or wait, have I always been such a noob. I don't know.
School was relaxing. Happy propaganda day. A day where we sing praises of our nation, whether good or bad, (or ugly), or whether we like it or not. We sing along to catchy tunes, and familiar melodies which was assisted by the "feel high" factor of the atmosphere. Come to think of it, it's the last ever national day celebration in school I'll experience. Not like I want to experience another, but let's just feel some melancholy, whether we like it or not.
National day is not that bad after all. An additional public holiday which causes augmented weekends, which is real nice and juicy.
A gallery walk around the school could be summarized easily to a stroll without much sceneries. Nothing much learn, nor inspired by. Statues of a Merlion could be spotted. It was skinner than expected, grey in colour, terribly scaled down, but was still evidently obvious. Then some pseudo skits going on, which didn't make much of an impact. The costumes were good, thumbs up for effort however it does proportionality to result, no justice at all. It was a short several seconds thing and then back to the hall again.
Canvas signing was plain dumb especially with faint markers which makes the whole sketch look more like graffiti rather than a piece of art. A darker marker with more influence could be used instead. There was nothing much to sign, nor make an impact on. There was even no reason to feel high or enthusiastic.
There was a skit which I could not relate too. Too much stereotyping, and a very haphazard plot. The acting was mediocre, and could be much better. Several characters stole the limelight and it was pleasantly hilarious at some points. It was short, and I was glad it was.
The performance item by teachers was accompanied by a pianist who had troubles with the grand piano with sinking keys. Some smarty probably left the piano right open inviting trouble (literally), while it was raining the previous night. The heater is really in doubtful working condition, we never could confirm whether it is working or not. However, evidently, it seems that the cold and humid atmosphere caused the keys to go haywire. The pianist played music with holes. Not her fault. The singing was well, only entertaining to the students for those teachers up on stage.
The main mass singing item was a classic. Everyone was standing up and you'd feel like a spoil spot if you don't stand up and joining in all that hype. Some people were tossing people up in the air, while the rest were swaying along with the music. I like national day songs, some have good tune, in fact, most are okay, or better than okay.
Finally 1100 hrs came and it was time to say good bye. Hip Hip Hooray good bye! And I took a bake in the sun back home.
Finally, it seems like all that rush have gotten the better of me. I find myself currently under something which seems, and could be classified as pressure. Something palpable, intimidating. Some people have been crushed by it, some people are getting crushed by it, while some are facing early symptoms.
I actually find it tough to keep up with the work load. I have come to a realization that the "to do list" is exponentially getting longer and longer. Tasks do not come in questions but in sets of them, aka papers.
Is it the fatigue or is my chemistry concepts getting from bad to worst. Or wait, have I always been such a noob. I don't know.
School was relaxing. Happy propaganda day. A day where we sing praises of our nation, whether good or bad, (or ugly), or whether we like it or not. We sing along to catchy tunes, and familiar melodies which was assisted by the "feel high" factor of the atmosphere. Come to think of it, it's the last ever national day celebration in school I'll experience. Not like I want to experience another, but let's just feel some melancholy, whether we like it or not.
National day is not that bad after all. An additional public holiday which causes augmented weekends, which is real nice and juicy.
A gallery walk around the school could be summarized easily to a stroll without much sceneries. Nothing much learn, nor inspired by. Statues of a Merlion could be spotted. It was skinner than expected, grey in colour, terribly scaled down, but was still evidently obvious. Then some pseudo skits going on, which didn't make much of an impact. The costumes were good, thumbs up for effort however it does proportionality to result, no justice at all. It was a short several seconds thing and then back to the hall again.
Canvas signing was plain dumb especially with faint markers which makes the whole sketch look more like graffiti rather than a piece of art. A darker marker with more influence could be used instead. There was nothing much to sign, nor make an impact on. There was even no reason to feel high or enthusiastic.
There was a skit which I could not relate too. Too much stereotyping, and a very haphazard plot. The acting was mediocre, and could be much better. Several characters stole the limelight and it was pleasantly hilarious at some points. It was short, and I was glad it was.
The performance item by teachers was accompanied by a pianist who had troubles with the grand piano with sinking keys. Some smarty probably left the piano right open inviting trouble (literally), while it was raining the previous night. The heater is really in doubtful working condition, we never could confirm whether it is working or not. However, evidently, it seems that the cold and humid atmosphere caused the keys to go haywire. The pianist played music with holes. Not her fault. The singing was well, only entertaining to the students for those teachers up on stage.
The main mass singing item was a classic. Everyone was standing up and you'd feel like a spoil spot if you don't stand up and joining in all that hype. Some people were tossing people up in the air, while the rest were swaying along with the music. I like national day songs, some have good tune, in fact, most are okay, or better than okay.
Finally 1100 hrs came and it was time to say good bye. Hip Hip Hooray good bye! And I took a bake in the sun back home.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Ah well
It went fine. I hope. I realize I'm quite a musical idiot. I can't sight read for nuts, tap the right rhythm when required too. I can't even follow beats. Talk about proportionality.
After all, all I did was to plunge deep into all these difficulties and try to sort them all out. What I get, fingers that progressed faster than the mind, or whatever you call that. Musical maturity? I may not be very technical now, but I can foresee myself being so in a couple of years time. By then if I continue to develop at this rate, even Liszt etudes won't be much of a problem.
I am determined now, more than ever. The next stage will be eight, and finally pieces are starting to be rather challenging, and I like that. I think the pieces are manageable, at eight, or even at dip, but I think other aspects are going to kill me, just like how they did today. I am a hardcore memorizer, I read the score once and then work out the best possible way to memorize stuff. If I have a piece played till this point, I have it memorized to the same point. It believe I'm going to end up being someone who either can't sight read at all, or doesn't bother to, or both.
I want to take Gr8 theory because there is this irking feeling in me that I don't understand a lot of stuff. Someway or another, if I familiarize myself with more theory I'll be able to learn stuff more quickly. Anyway, it's been a very long grueling journey against etudes. 10/4 is way above my standard, I'm going to do a quick polish in 2 weeks time and see how things to. I'll be able to play revolutionary, I believe. I think to a decent extent, perhaps I'll use it in dip next time or something.
I'm so motivated that I felt languid during night study today. There was this slight yet persistent flow of music in our conversations that doesn't seem to dissipate no matter how much we try to digress. And failure to do so kills all my mood to study. In fact, it just replaces all the studying energy I have in me, into motivation to go home to mug la campanella (which I just did).
My motivation is sky high now. I think I might be going back to the days where I wake up one hour early just to catch more practice.
After all, all I did was to plunge deep into all these difficulties and try to sort them all out. What I get, fingers that progressed faster than the mind, or whatever you call that. Musical maturity? I may not be very technical now, but I can foresee myself being so in a couple of years time. By then if I continue to develop at this rate, even Liszt etudes won't be much of a problem.
I am determined now, more than ever. The next stage will be eight, and finally pieces are starting to be rather challenging, and I like that. I think the pieces are manageable, at eight, or even at dip, but I think other aspects are going to kill me, just like how they did today. I am a hardcore memorizer, I read the score once and then work out the best possible way to memorize stuff. If I have a piece played till this point, I have it memorized to the same point. It believe I'm going to end up being someone who either can't sight read at all, or doesn't bother to, or both.
I want to take Gr8 theory because there is this irking feeling in me that I don't understand a lot of stuff. Someway or another, if I familiarize myself with more theory I'll be able to learn stuff more quickly. Anyway, it's been a very long grueling journey against etudes. 10/4 is way above my standard, I'm going to do a quick polish in 2 weeks time and see how things to. I'll be able to play revolutionary, I believe. I think to a decent extent, perhaps I'll use it in dip next time or something.
I'm so motivated that I felt languid during night study today. There was this slight yet persistent flow of music in our conversations that doesn't seem to dissipate no matter how much we try to digress. And failure to do so kills all my mood to study. In fact, it just replaces all the studying energy I have in me, into motivation to go home to mug la campanella (which I just did).
My motivation is sky high now. I think I might be going back to the days where I wake up one hour early just to catch more practice.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Oh no
Exam tomorrow noon.
Pointers to take note of
-Do not curse in English vulgarities if I play something wrongly
-Do not accidentally knock the book over while flipping
-Say good afternoon
Still deciding if I should play scales or pieces first. Some people telling me this exam can just anyhow whack and pass. Perhaps? I don't know. Now I know how much I dislike the exam system. It doesn't necessarily train you to be a pianist but also a musician. Stupid aural test, I'm going to flunk aural and sight reading considering I have been memorizing all my pieces all the way.
A quantum leap for me, but I hope, manageable. I want to get it over and done with so I can go back to my La La La campanella.
And the best part is...
I don't have to go to school tomorrow. Yay!
Pointers to take note of
-Do not curse in English vulgarities if I play something wrongly
-Do not accidentally knock the book over while flipping
-Say good afternoon
Still deciding if I should play scales or pieces first. Some people telling me this exam can just anyhow whack and pass. Perhaps? I don't know. Now I know how much I dislike the exam system. It doesn't necessarily train you to be a pianist but also a musician. Stupid aural test, I'm going to flunk aural and sight reading considering I have been memorizing all my pieces all the way.
A quantum leap for me, but I hope, manageable. I want to get it over and done with so I can go back to my La La La campanella.
And the best part is...
I don't have to go to school tomorrow. Yay!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Replying to tags
Jasmine: 0_o ya i can imagine the wings. U mean the La campanella right?
Bennie: -.-|| ya I think you would get higher than me. I'm quite gone case already. 2 more days scales haven't really finish yet.
Joan: Though I replied on MSN already. I shouldn't be going for sometime. Thanks anyway.
Shantelle : Thanks! you won't see me for sometime I believe.
Daniel G: Oh okay thanks.
Jlam : Your tag has this sadistic, evil-ish feeling to it whenever I try to read between the lines.
X_X
Saturday. scales not done.
Realize I won't be going school for two consecutive Mondays.
Exam and National day.
I'm hungry!!!
Bennie: -.-|| ya I think you would get higher than me. I'm quite gone case already. 2 more days scales haven't really finish yet.
Joan: Though I replied on MSN already. I shouldn't be going for sometime. Thanks anyway.
Shantelle : Thanks! you won't see me for sometime I believe.
Daniel G: Oh okay thanks.
Jlam : Your tag has this sadistic, evil-ish feeling to it whenever I try to read between the lines.
X_X
Saturday. scales not done.
Realize I won't be going school for two consecutive Mondays.
Exam and National day.
I'm hungry!!!
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