- Musings about Facebook and multitasking
- Yo-yo Ma
- The bare-bones outline of a story i have in mind (somehow, quite like a chick-flick)
- Oral (-.-) and econs (=.=)
1. Even though i have claimed that i would only be using this particular site just for CCA and official purposes, my use of it has apparently been expanded to just daily chatter, updating myself on happenings etc. As the creator(s) intended. Oh, well. I suppose vehemently denying all of the above would be amounting to stupidity, so i shall embrace myself in all my areas of weakness and stronger points. But mainly weaknesses.
Multitasking is something that is innate, to some degree, in everyone. After all, people can walk around and talk at the same time... this already requires a lot of coordination, much more so than even supercomputers around the world can provide as to computing power. Multitasking is accentuated by the JC lifestyle as students are thrust headfirst into a period of their lives where there seems to be nothing but homework and yet more homework to be done. Even holidays and outings require someone to at least coordinate movie timeslots and where/ when to meet, for example. I seem to be stepping onto this track as well, having to discuss the issue of selecting a dining table with my parents, watch the TV, try to go online, and type a message at the same time to a friend. However, multitasking has been proven to be inefficient, and focusing on one task at one time is a better choice. Which i will attempt to continue doing. Hopefully multitasking, for me at least, is simply a last resort.
2. Yo-yo Ma. I have forgotten who mentioned him to me, but i have been reading the newspapers daily (and conequently wasting a large portion of my time on it) and his seated figure playing his instrument (cello, i believe) while the setting sun casts an artistic shadow of him in an apartment (the main content of the advertisement) in the past few weeks has piqued my interest about him. He's apparently a very famous cello player, so i really wonder why i don't know him. But anyway: I finally decided to look up his great name on Youtube. And came across this video:
I guess eating while listening to this piece is not really a good idea. Oh, well. The few times i clicked back to the Youtube site i saw him sitting down, bowing on his cello, with a rapturous expression on his face. He is truly enjoying the music... I wonder how i could be like him. I suppose this feeling of giving life to a piece of music and enjoying it at the same time, savouring the sound like sweet wine, is undoubtedly a goal of all musicians. How can i strive to be like that, when i treat Chorale as a past time, a chore? I must learn to appreciate music... Perhaps, that is not as easy as it seems. Immerse yourself in music-making too long, and your senses dull and you just go about the motions... this is a trap that many fall into. I hope i remain sure- footed and continue threading my way to a better future in Chorale.
3. I don't care, I'm going to type about oral first.
I actually can't really speak very well now. Or at least eat food properly. There is a (relatively small) ulcer that is inhabiting the left side of my gum. I thought that I could just drink water and recover over the weekend before oral, and it felt as though i was recovering... but no...! Visual inspection proved otherwise. The constant rubbing of the ulcer against my lower incisors had caused it to grow to about twice it's orignal size... I was frantic and worried for oral. But as it turned out, the ulcer thankfully didn't affect my ability to speak.
Oral was quite badly done, i guess. And yet, it was better than Sec 3 oral. I think. Due to my amazing lack of ability to remember things in the past (except for certain events) i have mostly forgotten about what happened then. As a sentence in my Chinese textbook goes, "bad things tend to be forgotten easily". All i know is that i'm lucky to be the third person sitting for the oral exam today. It was bad that i didn't manage to prepare much, and that there were renovation works going on right outside the hall that the exam was held in, but being one of the first few meant that i had less time to be delusional and less time to feel cold. Instead, the adrenaline rush tided me over, and even though i read many words wrongly, the passage was relatively smooth-flowing. For the discussions with the oral examiners, I suppose that's when i faltered. I panicked and didn't manage to catch most of the question. In retrospect, i should have asked the examiners to repeat what they asked, but i guess the time for that is already long over. So i 'smoked' the question and just randomly answered, going on into a short tirade about some issues that i hoped were relevant. The examiners seemed satisfied and only asked me two questions. But it could also mean that they didn't bother to correct me if i had gone wholly off course... all i can do now is to cross my fingers and hope for the best.
Now having gotten back the latter part of the economics CT, i feel relatively screwed. I suppose this kind of marks (too askamed to list it; chemistry too) is the norm for someone who didn't study. I really do need to put in my all and devote myself to the books, already. This CT is supposed to serve as a wakeup call. I hope it did.
4. Storytime.
Now, this idea has been brewing in my head for quite some time already. But it has undergone several morphs along the way to become what it is now. Even though i most probably wouldn't expand this outline into a full story, i guess even the outline is good.. I guess. Sorry to those who actually wanted to read it, but i'm a person who cannot keep his focus long enough to ever type what i want to do for this. Moving on...
The first incarnation was a girl. Who was quite desperate. And so i brought in the usual secondary school emo themes, of (skim this part if you don't want to read it... mostly referring to SL.) sex, violence, murder, etc... Basically, a festival of all the ugliest sides of human nature that you could think of.
Next came a typical chick-flick (and still is). Chick flicks generally refer to books and media (e.g. movies) catering to a 'typical' teenage girl mindset. I learnt this form my sister a few years back when she asked me what it meant, and i told her i didn't know... She was in JC back then, too. So, the general plotline was something like this: girl sees boy, girl has crush on boy (American- style jock, but in a more Singaporean context, using some of my classmates/ female acquaintances as models for the girl. This is meant to be a compliment.), boy fancies girl too, blurted out confession, happily- ever- after. Alas, this would make people think that i'm some crazy freak who churns out weird stories for girls to read...
Now, across all versions of the story, there is something to do with a diary. Or at least, the previous two versions started with a diary. So it's kind of like, the girl writes in her own diary that she likes a guy, and the guy also states that he likes this random girl that stood out from the rest in his own (slightly manlier) diary.
*we interrupt this commentary to bring you news of the author's attempt to do something about his ulcer by adding an unknown powder called "watermelon frost and pearl powder".
AGHHHHHH IT HURTTTSSSSS IT BURNS OMGGG WHY DID I EVEN OUT IT OMGGGGG.... okay it stopped hurting, let's add more powder.... ARGHHH OMG IM SO STUPID OWWWWWWW*
Anyways.
So the plot evolves and thickens, with both sides getting more attracted to each other , as the reader can see from the dates in their diaries... and yet they don't know that their affection for the other party is mutual. Hence, the enjoyment...
For the latest version, the girl's bored. (chapter one. Or Letter One, as i will call it if i blog the story...) She goes to a nearby swimming complex and puts a book into a locker- and doesn't close it on purpose. Letter One will be on what she wrote in the book- asking the person who picks it up to be her penpal, and share the locker, exchanging their stories...
Letter Two will be on how a guy from the same school as the girl (incidentally) goes to his usual locker . He's quite atheletic and swims every Sunday, and came right on the dot; just after the girl leaves the book in his locker, not knowing that he uses it. This sort of lockers are those that have a coin slot, and the user can leave his belongings inside until he's done swimming. So he picks the book up, and decides to play along, and uses the code that the girl has specified in her first letter to her unknown penpal. They start to exchange letters each Sunday, writing them in the book, and placing it in the same locker for the other party to collect..
At the same time, they meet each other in school on a number of occasions... the girl states that she is attracted to this boy whom she met, while the guy says that he had the same experience. Yet, both of them don't know that they're from the same school. The girl starts to develop feelings for the guy, whom she feels is charismatic, easygoing.. etc. The guy, for his part, starts to notice the girl, whom he thinks is quiet, shy, beautiful, and really, really cute. (oh, well...)
The story continues on, with the both of them eventually becoming a couple, and then seperating (due to a misunderstanding), all the time corresponding through that book in the locker, all the time not knowing that each one is the one they fancy, and that they actually live a few floors away from each other in the same HDB flat... The heartbroken girl cries while seeking her penpal as solace, and this is reflected in the notebook. (unfortunately, blogs don't really have tear-stained wallpaper, do they?) Their relationship deepens over time, each missing the other, each comforting the other through their words, yet never meeting... Several years pass, and their lives diverge; going on to university, NS, working lives... The correspondence is cut as their student identities are left behind.
Eventually they meet each other once more. They look different now- the girl is brimming with confidence, and has blossomed into an woman. She works as an insurance agent. The guy is now a top banker, the youngest in his company. She approaches him as the coordinator for her company to sell insurance to his, and they realise that they have a lot in common. Over time, a relationship blossoms once more, and they eventually get married. finally, on the wedding night, they share stories of how they once used to write letters to an unknown penpal, leaving behind a little book in a locker in a swimming complex... And they learn that they have found each other again.
They have come full circle.
A sample for the girl when she was heartbroken after splitting with her boyfriend (both of them use acronyms for their daily lives and penpal names): Please insert tear stains, by the way.
小猫咪...
I don't want to live anymore.
Vincent ditched me... that jerk!
That rotten guy... How could i ever have loved him! Is this all that we amount to??? A relationship that is broken by bi**hes like Esther? Damnit... I'm crying. Sorry. I don't think i can write much this week. Sorry for dragging down your week too...
Can't stop the tears from flowing dowen my cheeks... the world's so blurry now, do you know that??? I want to go cry myself to sleep, but it's not worth it over that jerk. He even promised me that he'll love me forever. What happened to all those comforting kisses and hugs? Why... i tried to keep him out of my mind, but it doesn't seem to work. I still like him after all...
That stupid idiot. That hate-inducing smile of his, so easily flashed to everyone... That made me jealous, because i want to keep it for myself...
Those tender words that he always reassures me with..
That stupid fool.
I love him.
I really do...
Vincent, I love you. I love you so much... I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
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