I would like to comment on an incident that happened just now.

Screwy: And some random person messaged me this… Hello. Canch beleave euu dunch noess.

Me: Text her back this: this is his girlfriend.get the fuck outta his sight, bitch.

This is what irks me the most. What has 10 over years of Singaporean education has taken place in the poor, bemuddled mind of this girl? I can feel all my 12, 13 years of education leaking out of my brains as I typed the above example. Cant’ you even spell ‘you’ properly? You. You. You.

Idiot.

Gosh, all the words were underlined for wrong spelling. Thank heavens phones don’t come with auto spell checks, if not dictionaries would never make into the market here.

If you think that way of typing was cute, omgwdf get outta THIS page’s site. Never come to spread your evil dumbness here man. Here’s my replies as I corresponded with Screwy.

“Who the fuck messaged you that.freaking whore.”

“What?i mean it sounded like some freaking despo whore.i hate people who type like that.just shows that they don’t know how to spell the simplest words and they’re dumb.i can go on one whole page long about these kind of brainless sluts.they think typing this way is cute.but it makes them look dumb.idiots.”

“Fucking bitch.tell her she sounds dumb.”

“Fucking bullshit.i’m a girl.tell her this ‘this is his girlfriend.stop messaging him your dumbness language.i don’t want his brain to rot and die.” [he didn't text her anymore in the end]

“I can tell she’s a bitch already.i can bitch too.if she wants to bitch i can bitch with her too.”

“Fine.freaking bitch.tell me if the cow textes you again.”

The whole cow language saga-end.

Thus ends the rant. I am deeply ashamed to admit that Singapore hosts such improper spelling mistakes. Even a 3 year old knows better. And national day just passed! *waves flag* I’m a deeply, patriotic Singaporean. In the eyes of the Japanese. *giggle*

Feel free to shiver/recoil in horror.

photo spam, ageinz?!

I decided to quit prefects.

Composer, arranger, pianist, mastermind.

You don’t know how desperate I can get for scores.

During the holidays, I would bring the horn from school back to my aunt’s place and visit Sae. She played the horn in Huayi and only then I truly realised how lacking in standart queensway and was. Miles ahead of me, she played fourth horn in band and was the ‘lousiest’ (that’s according to what she says.). She would bring out a whole load of scores and we would exchange files and play each other’s scores. She also let me listen to songs her band played. Everything was so beautiful. My carnal hunger for anything that could enable to reproduce those pieces of art inspired me and fueled my desire to take up other channels of expressing music.

Fortunately, I could print or photocopy the scores when I met up with Sae. Unfortunately, there was no band for me to play with. Shoot. What other than take up a completely selfish and independent way of music than the piano?

That was how it started. No, I didn’t grow up to be a child prodigy by the age of 10 in case you were wondering if this was gonna lead somewhere like that. Previously in primary school, I was playing the guzheng. At that time, my musical life were confined to tweaks and pluckings of the strings, and la, do, re and mi. My teacher complained I was out of time when I was preparing for my guzheng exam.

Me playing the guzheng.

When I got exposed to band, it opened up a completely new perspective to music. I struggled with the tau geh notes as a played the horn and didn’t understand what crap flats or sharps. I got closer to Sae-we made a pact, as DsmmitArtists, to continue our artistic escapades and elighten? our fellow schoolmates with our art. Which mean something like joining art club. Well, it failed. Sae told me she joined band as a french hornist and I was terribly upset. But in the end, I decided to follow in her (at that moment) very shallow footsteps and immediately sign myself under horn.

Band was certainly illuminating. With bad grace however, I shall put into acknowledgment to the readers that our band was not progressive. I was not aware of the band’s overall lacking standarts until my first meeting with Sae after a seperation of three months, which included quite a smattering of whimsical correspondence.

Sae: HEYO I HAVENT BEEN SEEING YOU ONLINE

Me: BOOGABOOGABOOGA!

Sae: GABOOGABOOGABOO!

Such is an example of our conversations. As you can see, the subject tends to go wry and main objective in a party was often not achieved, which occasionally yielded frustrating results, suffered only by me and none to the oblivious Sae.

2007 gave way to the debut of Granado Espada, with beautiful and tear-inducing soundtracks conducted mostly with/on piano accompaniment. It inspired me further. The prospect of independent and self-reliant music, so freely to obtain and express was so overpowering that I went desperate for the piano, to replicate what sounds I heard into a channel. Thus, the very first songs I played were played by ear.

I moved on. My mother, having recognised what craze I had for the piano scrimped and saved for an electric piano at the end of the year. It was estacy.

Me playing the piano.

Still, I was hungry. Such sweet and melancholy-inducing sounds all around! So many scores to play, such childish skills at the piano, with my crass fingering and false notes! I am not disheartened. Each correct flowing of notes was such a honeyed feeling. I can feel the energy going in a piano when I strike each key, such magic entwining my fingertips and the piano.

A tribute to all instrumentalists.

Jyochi

http://uguuuuu.wordpress.com/

Speaking about bands, marvel at Joe Hisaishi. You really got to give it to this guy. Shiney headed old dude who’s too meansly to spend money to hire pianists and instead plays and conducts at the same time, sliding out of his chair with awkward grace.  Admire his  rubber-faced expression when he conducts with such vigor! Ok I’m kidding about the piano part. But you really gotta admire a guy who can conduct, play, and generate pieces at the same time. What a gem. Good thing he’s still alive.

おおとろ・セクス

Yey I posting.agein  Chermaine just SMSed me to ask if anyone can bring two 1.5liter empty bottles and I say yes. Hurhur hoho heehee, I get derek to help me drink fastfast for me so lata can go get.

Ok crapshit I can’t stand the english anymore. Where was I.

rant: a jacqueline

Oh yes. Have you encountered, when other people are blogging, they tend to rant about this ‘bitch’ or ‘idiot’ or whatever name they please to call which leaves you wondering who it is and. maybe, if that person was you? I mean you couldn’t possibly ask if that person was you right?

IMCB: Institute of Micro Cellular Biology

Before I continue, I think you guys should check this out cos it’s really awesome.

Earth hour 08

Day 1 of

INSTISSUE OF MIKRO CELLULAR BIOLAWGY

C.Elegans, because they’re elegant! xD

Yes guess what we’ve been skipping school for three whole days just to study about these cute worms.
People from QSS:
Zihua
Me!
Satish aka Sexy
Yong Chyuan
Yiamunaa aka Babina

CNY: Day 2

Ok I lied. I opened my red packets today. Got quite a surprise when I found out my parents gave me XXX bucks, considering that it was half more than last year, and including inflation my parents really made it back for last year.

I shouldn't say this but some relatives are really cheapo.

I got too much money from my grandma and 5th and 6th aunt; shouldn’t opening red packets be filled with joy and not guilt and a pang of sadness? My mom says keep the ones from my aunts, but she’s returning the rest to grandma.

For the writers:
Ever had a sudden burst of inspiration after thinking over a, let’s say, plot development or how to intensity the scene or put that sly twist into the storyline, or something witty and pure slapstick humor? You chuckle and remind yourself to add that particular note to your story as the aunties in the mrt stare at you. Then when you get home——————
Eh, what was it again?

Random pretty music:

To Zanarkand
You seriously gotta love this Nobuo Uematsu. The pieces he composes are all so varied in terms of emotional-provoking. I fisrt listened to Zanarukando nite played by Seemin on the piano and was so entranced by it. It’s so touching. That piece fuelled my desire to get my hands on a piano.
If anyone has the piano piece for Eternal Harvest, tell me.

The beforemath of freemoney Day 2
11.12AM

CNY: Day 1

Visiting at grandma’s place. Had a can of beer. Parents allowed cos I asked them in the high of lockjawed from smiling at long-forgotten relatives and pretending they still remembered their names.

Mom:  :D
Dad:  :D
I:  Can I have a can of beer?
Dad:  :D
Mom:  :D

Anyway, this was what happened when I finished the beer:

Bunnyth torturous.

 

Ok so basically I’ve been on a comp hiatus for so long that wordpress doesnt even recognise me on the login page anymoar.whatever.

I SPAM.

I AM BACK. Like, every since the first day of school started I haven’t had time to go online cus of bandprefectsstupidAmathgym. And Mrs Toh likes to pick on prefects a lot ): seeing the majority of my class’s like spammed by prefects, so 15 mins before recess: Prefects: -one whole chunk of students leaves class- LOL. i kid. anyway Mrs Toh scolds me really bad.

Mission #57: Abolishing #01-02’s MIA stauts

Reporting, reporting.

This is joochi sending put an SOS from a top-secret location here.

My teammate,#01-02 is MIA. He has not replied yet to the persistence of the signals I sent him, via HAMPHONE. I am currently stranded in a place of refuge and proceeding as planned is impossible without #01-02.