Funny image - CORS
Hi.
So I'm back and I haven't had time to put that blog in under another link. Apart from the fact that my right eye is going nuts, the edge keeps hurting and tearing, I'm fine, albeit tired.
Just HAD to blog this entry after doing my CORS.
No, it's not irritating me. No, I didn't get outbidded in any of my modules yet. No, it isn't to complain about the system. By the way, I only just realized I
can and
have to bid for my modules like 2 hours after Round 2A started because I was working just now (an excuse to why I didn't check CORS timetable) and tomorrow (a very valid excuse as to why I have to bid at 1 a.m. in the morning).
Anyway, I had to blog this entry because after I logged out from CORS, something in its logout page hit me straight in the face.
This is the logout page:
CORS:
Then I saw this:
The girl looks very constipated, like doing the CORS until very painful like that, which is really amusing considering that they're supposed to present the image that CORS isn't as stressful or as difficult as the traditional method of queuing up. In fact, she looks so constipated that I wondered if she was sitting on the toilet bowl and is doing a crossword puzzle while trying to get the shit out.
Anyway I have partially found back my style and I am so dammit tired now, work 13 to 14 hours everyday. Almost fell asleep at the computer.
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*jerks head upright* Oops, fell asleep again. See, that's what my forehead fell on just now: the letter 'K'.
Entry not edited because it will end up with more errors than before editing, plus more 'k's will pop up.
-End of 2005 and End of Blog-
Because
1) of my considerable loss of interest in blogging, and
2) my dislike in the direction my blog is heading towards,
I use this opportunity, with the ending of Year 2005, to officially announce the close of this blog...
... until further notice.
Happy New Year 2006, everybody!
working; pointless Qns
When working...
Handphone rings.
Reject.
Promptly forget about it.Handphone beeps.
Ignore.
Promptly forget about it.Handphone alarm rings.
Press and ignore. Promptly forget about it.Lunch break...
Checks phone. Cancel everything. Give one word replies.
Should I type more... Nah, too tired, need to have lunch... Can't be anything important. Later then reply. Promptly forget about it.
Home...
Reads blogs.
Oh my god! She did this! She did that! This happened! That happened! Promptly faints.
Ok, I didn't faint. I did to some extent do all those other stuff though. When I'm working, I miss out on a lot of things in my own family and my friends' lives.
49th (or is it 47th?) day of grandma's death coming soon.
(Been feeling faint recently. Talk to customer halfway and felt lightheaded then wondered if I going to pass out there and then. Amusingly, I wondered how the customer would react if I really did pass out and toyed with the idea of allowing myself to surrender to the giddiness. Decided not to. So childish, go faint for nothing. )Been really worried recently.
What is the world like when one is blind? What is the world like when one is on his way to being blind?
What is the world like when one is deaf? What is the world like when one is on his way to being deaf?
What if I lose my sight one day? What if I lose my hearing too?
Would I still function?
People might still acknowledge my existence but would I acknowledge my own existence?
Pointless questions on baseless doubts.
(I know it's a pointless post! I'm working on finding back my style and what I yearn to post! Still working on it!!)
Those Croc shoes
My retail counter at Suntec was situated almost exactly where it was exactly a year before - in front of the escalator.
Last year there were pretty boys to look at because of the AMEX roadshow.
This year I stared at a pushcart selling those Croc shoes.
My colleague/friend, Ariel, stood by me today and mummured, "I don't believe that we have to look at those shoes..."
I nodded furiously.
She said, "My friend, a cook (or something like that), tells me that it was modeled after those shoes people wear in the kitchen. Shoes that are easy to wash - can just soak in hot water and that's it - after an oily, wet and messy day in the kitchen."
They look cute when they are small and on toddlers' feet.
I witnessed a girl trying them on. First reaction: HAHAHA! What the heck is she doing?! Kitchen shoes! HAHAHA!
2nd reaction: SHE LOOKS GOOD IN THEM.
Mindset before above scene: They'll never be in fashion. I'll never like them. Ever.
Mindset after above scene: They'll never be in fashion. Well... actually they don't look so bad. When they are small. *looks at feet* My feet are small.
Somebody please buy all those shoes and get them away from my sight.
We all lose sight of things sometimes
From movie "Drumline":
"... you lost sight of it. And it's ok because... we all lose sight of things sometimes..."
For a couple of months, I lost sight of why I blog and of why I write. I let potential events which could be turned into fine writing become distractions.
I blog and I write because I want to share, not what I do everyday, but my thoughts and feelings on anything and everything. I write because I love writing. I don't have to write if I don't feel like it. I don't have to do obligatory posts.
I don't have to be anybody else because I am me. What I write reflects me. I don't have to change my style of writing to suit others.
Good. I'll only blog when I feel like it, and I'll write whenever I like, whatever I want, whether people like it or not.
Have
you lost sight of something? Has something you once loved doing become mundane? Has it ever occured to you to ask why? Probably because you just lost sight of why you loved doing that task.
Sometimes I love school. The prospect of diving head-first into school life again prompts my brain to work. To think and to write and to blog.
Other times... I still love school. =)
Photo on concert day
I've been pacing my house occasionally for the past 2 hours or so.
Anyway, just received the 2 photos from Strike it up! concert from Yiang Shan. Now then realize only 3 guys performed that night. Amazing. How did percussion become a girls thing? Don't understand why there could be more girls than guys in percussion. In XMSB, the same thing is happening. Percussion is overrun with girls! Come on, guys! Where have you all gone to?!
Here's the photo to show you the ratio of guys to girls that night, guys in blue shirts, girls in white:
Oops, Bing Yiih is in white, but he's a guy alright (not that I checked)! Just that we ran out of blue shirts...
Singapore's First Independent Percussion Ensemble and its first concert, Strike it up! Thanks again to those who attended it.
If I don't blog, I'll be pacing around the house again, so I'd better find something to do.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas to all!
Just got back from studio after performance at Istana park. We were riding at the back of the lorry and Hariyani was extremely hyper and wrote "Merry X'mas" on a piece of paper and then showed it to every other car that was behind us. People actually waved at us and shouted "Merry Christmas" back to us! We were really quite embarrassed, but it was really fun as well. Laughed until stomachache. Actually I was a little worried that it would divert the drivers' attention from the road and result in some accident or something, but things turned out alright, so it's ok.
Tickets and money settling on monday. YZ will be our new finance/account manager or whatever the post is called. Yay! Oh, she will be very stressed, though.
Performance has become more of an obligation than one of enjoyment. Today/yesterday was not bad though. I actually got through all 3 parts of my Overture perfectly. Perfectly. Couldn't believe it. I tell you I love that piece now. Oh I love any piece that I can play nicely. =D
Pearl is sick. Still go out for supper somemore. Tsk. But she is so social and popular, can't blame her if people want to ask her out. I'd rather stay home or spend a Christmas with my close friends. No partying please.
Knocked my knee against the chair at Istana Park just now so now climb stairs painful. Great. Pearl has her feet hurt 4 times, and her arm bruised. And she is now out there running around.
Christmas seem to get quieter and quieter and warmer and warmer and less enjoyable with each passing year. Is it because in the past it would be raining and the weather more like christmas, and because kids always have simple view of things, that's why things always seem better in the past than in the present? The christmas tree is not even OUT of my storeroom this year. Don't really want to grow up.
Tsk, I can talk about these kind of depressing things on Christmas day, hopeless.
So...
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! Have an enjoyable day!
If you have been a good boy/girl, Santa will visit you tonight! =D
Concert day
I'm blogging today, the day after concert Strike it up! because I was in no mood to blog yesterday. In fact, I am in no mood to blog recently. Like
Yishyene says, it is more of an
obligation.
Concert dayReported at studio at 9.30am, settled more ticketing stuff, then headed down to YMS with 9 other people via 3 taxis. Yes, taxis. You read right and I typed right. I'm going broke. Still owe YZ $1. =D So, setup, had lunch, rehearsed.
Concert was... not really good. Somehow conductor a bit weird weird today. But Windstone's first piece, 4th movement was not bad, I thought, energy-wise. Bayport don't know why he only conduct the first beat then stop. Start, stopped twice, which is really not good for a concert. Overture, I am really disappointed with. I just screwed it up. Everything else was average. The mood was just not there. Then So Nice don't know what happened the piano solo cannot hear at all, then I play my bass until I got lost, until Mel called for a break, then we went into the 3rd repetition. Golden Girlz entry was okay. They are really interesting, and can really talk! I on stage want to laugh already. We went into BBNCC, which was good. SC say the Golden Girlz were really interesting, which is good. Brazilian... was really messy, from what I hear. Bongos on the other end of the stage, so cannot bring over to timps, just play on roto toms. Conductor's face on stage not very happy, later then he scolded YZ for playing on the wrong octave. The thing is that she played on the correct octave. During rehearsal time, he wanted her to play on another octave, and during concert she did just that, somehow it sounded wrong, or was too soft, so he scolded her after the concert. Poor YZ cried while I was talking to my friend. Feel guilty about it. But she's alright now, hopefully. YZ don't think too much ok, scold already then just let it pass. It wasn't your fault either.
Ushers got there late but still in time. Big thanks to them for helping out at this concert despite them not being paid to do so. Tickets and money are in order and every cent accounted for. Big thanks to Kaiyun too for overseeing all 4 ushers. Audience are also quite active and luckily for them, concert was able to keep a certain energy level.
Luckily SC got there in time, after listening to my pointless road directions. Feel really apologetic that he had to ask around for directions. I think he asked for directions. Thanks to Kaiyun again for letting me hound her for directions.
MZ and Bao Ling came really early and somehow my eyes skipped over them when they were still sitting at the bench. They say that they become invisible already. Then they say that I'm too skinny! Which I totally agree with. Can't help it. Eat also no use. Then they say I am too stressed. Which reminded me that Alvin and Hongda were also there (so honoured that they are there to hear us play) and they say that I looked very stressed too. Greg came and told me specifically don't be so stressed. Somebody said that I looked like I was going to cry on stage. Think while I was at the chimes. Not my fault! My face is like that! When I'm concentrating I look stressed, when I'm not smiling I look fierce. My face only pleases itself! =D But then it's true that I was really upset at the chimes because of Overture. WHY DO PEOPLE SAY I'M STRESSED?! Am I really stressed? I don't even know and that's funny.
Then Raodah came and told me last night that I look like I'm 16 years old. Is that good or bad? Aisyah said my voice don't match my face. Face too young, voice too old.
My hair was in place last night! One of those lucky days.
Had dinner only after ticket counter was open.
Really wasn't in the mood to play today, yesterday. Makes sense? Today performance at Istana Park. Didn't really pin-point what I was feeling until Jeremy spoke it then I realized that he's right. Because of last night's concert mood, today not in the mood to play. Somehow under that happy me yesterday (I was really happy to see my friends there), something darker lies. Sounds like an advertisement. Didn't feel truly happy performing on stage last night. Something was missing. Didn't feel tired last night when I came home either. Stayed awake till about 1.30am, which is really unusual. Usually after concert I will be so tired I will sleep on the train but last night I was awake. Well, except for my feet which ache and my knees which were protesting. That uneasiness and unhappiness after the concert was what prompted me to call SH, but felt guilty after calling for disturbing him. So yesterday was a good and bad day combined.
Later performing again. Sian. Did I just express boredom and irritation at performing?! My friends would be surprised. Or not. Not the first time I actually said this.
Entry not edited. Not in the mood to edit.
