christian
living out the best years of my life!
slogging it out down at nbs..
eating sleeping stoning
guit bass keyboard drums
cycling sleeping
would rather be slacking around
the only work i'll be doing is poring over textbooks...
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i made that stupid mistake. again.
and now i can't sleep, tossing and turning in my bed.
even an e-lecture by the old man can't help.
shouldn't have taken a yingyang aka hei bai aka coffeetea at dinner...
home.
is where the heart is.
it's where you can let your hair down, and not worry about it.
it's where you can be a slob.
and you can find food in the fridge.
it's where you have people you can relate to.
it's where peace of mind actually exists.
it's not an office.
neither is it a school, an army camp or a conference hall.
it's not a regimental neat freak's sterile environment.
nor a place so noisy you can't sleep in peace.
but somewhere you can sit back, and reminise in nostalgia.
which is the right one?
here i am again, wasting time on the computer. got loadsa work to do, and yet for some reason, i feel no inclination to do anything about it, save for a slight nagging feeling that is easily overcome by the call of the bed.
perhaps i've caught a pre-cny fever, or something closer to extended holiday mood, of which i don't feel any closer to recovering from. the pace is picking up though, project meeting on my free day again, when i was initially to do some *erhem* spring cleaning.
if only homework could be done with just a few clicks of the mouse. it's not the brain power required that irks me, somewhat anyway, but that you have to, for most cases, resort to pen pushing in order to get stuff done. the trip from the bedside to the tableside is just too long and ardous a journey to be made for no reason except for the most urgent of situations.
on another note, i kinda enjoy the old man's classes, contrary to the common perception of others. his questions are stimulating and his answers relevant, not spoon feeding, though his comments are often caustic and condecending. due preparation is required prior to attendance though, for a lack of review would definitely lead to, for lack of a better word, problems.
mr irritating, on closer inspection, isn't really irritating. either that or he has toned down significantly. he does have his quirks, however, but everyone has a right to their own eccentricities, and his pronounciation slightly dodgy from the typical singaporean perspective, but his methods are approached based, leading to a more fundamental understanding of a subject whose terms still sound like foreign mumbojumbo to me.
in essence, i guess i'm starting to enjoy this seemingly more relaxed version of school, though in retrospect, my timetable isn't exactly the most packed nor time efficient. but i better not get relaxed too much. i forsee crunch time coming up very soon...
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stupid questions with all the smart answers...
please do not try them at home, or with anyone for that matter.
any similarities to persons, animals, or species dead or alive is purely coincedental and is not intended.
these conversations are purely for your reading pleasure only and are not intended to be repeated.
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BOY : May I hold your hand?
GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.
GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!
BOY : You love me...
GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??
BOY : Sure, what's your phone number??
GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.
BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple
GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.
BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??
BOY : I love you and I could die for you!
GIRL : How soon??
BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!
GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??
SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??
TRACY : I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.
MAN : You remind me of the sea.
WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?
MAN : NO, because you make me sick.
WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.
HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth.
MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly.What do u think, Peter?
PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.
Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?"
Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday".
Teacher : "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"
Pupil : "The moon".
Teacher : "Why?"
Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun gives us light only in the day time when we don't need it".
Teacher : "What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?"
Pupil : "A teacher".
Waiter : "Would you like your coffee black?"
Customer : "What other colors do you have ?"
My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called current affairs.
Teacher : "Sam, you talk a lot !"
Sam : "It's a family tradition".
Teacher : "What do you mean?"
Sam : "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".
Teacher : "What about your mother?"
Sam : "She's a woman".
Tom : "How should I convey the news to my father that I've failed?"
David: "You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's performance repeated".
Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I be showing?"
Student : "Brotherly love".
Teacher : "Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?"
Sam : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook".
Patient : "What are the chances of my recovering doctor?"
Doctor : "One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out of ten people die of the disease you have. Yours is the tenth case I've treated. The others all died".
Teacher : " Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"
One Student : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day and at the same time."
Teacher : " George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him ?"
One Student: " Because George still had the axe in his hand."
there was a time,
where i could just dream.
some dreams came true,
others did not.
but things change.
arrgh. now no more time to daydream.
back to school again and today i end at 9.30pm!!! =(
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THE YOUNG PERSON'S GUIDE TO THE SATB CHOIR In any chorus, there are four voice parts: soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. Sometimes these are divided into first and second within each part, prompting endless jokes about first and second basses. There are also various other parts such as baritone, countertenor, contralto, mezzo soprano, etc., but these are mostly used by people who are either soloists, or belong to some excessively hotshot classical a cappella group (this applies especially to countertenors), or are trying to make excuses for not really fitting into any of the regular voice parts, so we will ignore them for now.
Each voice part sings in a different range, and each one has a very different personality. You may ask, "Why should singing different notes make people act differently?", and indeed this is a mysterious question and has not been adequately studied, especially since scientists who study musicians tend to be musicians themselves and have all the peculiar complexes that go with being tenors, french horn players, timpanists, or whatever. However, this is beside the point; the fact remains that the four voice parts can be easily distinguished, and I will now explain how.
THE SOPRANOS are the ones who sing the highest, and because of this they think they rule the world. They have longer hair, fancier jewelry, and swishier skirts than anyone else, and they consider themselves insulted if they are not allowed to go at least to a high F in every movement of any given piece. When they reach the high notes, they hold them for at least half again as long as the composer and/or conductor requires, and then complain that their throats are killing them and that the composer and conductor are sadists. Sopranos have varied attitudes toward the other sections of the chorus, though they consider all of them inferior. Altos are to sopranos rather like second violins to first violins - nice to harmonize with, but not really necessary. All sopranos have a secret feeling that the altos could drop out and the piece would sound essentially the same, and they don't understand why anybody would sing in that range in the first place - it's so boring. Tenors, on the other hand, can be very nice to have around; besides their flirtation possibilities (it is a well-known fact that sopranos never flirt with basses), sopranos like to sing duets with tenors because all the tenors are doing is working very hard to sing in a low-to-medium soprano range, while the sopranos are up there in the stratosphere showing off. To sopranos, basses are the scum of the earth - they sing too damn loud, are useless to tune to because they're down in that low, low range - and there has to be something wrong with anyone who sings in the F clef, anyway.
THE ALTOS are the salt of the earth - in their opinion, at least. Altos are unassuming people, who would wear jeans to concerts if they were allowed to. Altos are in a unique position in the chorus in that they are unable to complain about having to sing either very high or very low, and they know that all the other sections think their parts are pitifully easy. But the altos know otherwise. They know that while the sopranos are screeching away on a high A, they are being forced to sing elaborate passages full of sharps and flats and tricks of rhythm, and nobody is noticing because the sopranos are singing too loud (and the basses usually are too). Altos get a deep, secret pleasure out of conspiring together to tune the sopranos flat. Altos have an innate distrust of tenors, because the tenors sing in almost the same range and think they sound better. They like the basses, and enjoy singing duets with them - the basses just sound like a rumble anyway, and it's the only time the altos can really be heard. Altos' other complaint is that there are always too many of them and so they never get to sing really loud.
THE TENORS are spoiled. That's all there is to it. For one thing, there are never enough of them, and choir directors would rather sell their souls than let a halfway decent tenor quit, while they're always ready to unload a few altos at half price. And then, for some reason, the few tenors there are are always really good - it's one of those annoying facts of life.. So it's no wonder that tenors always get swollen heads - after all, who else can make sopranos swoon? The one thing that can make tenors insecure is the accusation (usually by the basses) that anyone singing that high couldn't possibly be a real man.. In their usual perverse fashion, the tenors never acknowledge this, but just complain louder about the composer being a sadist and making them sing so damn high. Tenors have a love-hate relationship with the conductor, too, because the conductor is always telling them to sing louder because there are so few of them. No conductor in recorded history has ever asked for less tenor in a forte passage. Tenors feel threatened in some way by all the other sections - the sopranos because they can hit those incredibly high notes; the altos because they have no trouble singing the notes the tenors kill themselves for; and the basses because, although they can't sing anything above an E, they sing it loud enough to drown the tenors out. Of course, the tenors would rather die than admit any of this. It is a little-known fact that tenors move their eyebrows more than anyone else while singing.
THE BASSES sing the lowest of anybody. This basically explains everything. They are stolid, dependable people, and have more facial hair than anybody else. The basses feel perpetually unappreciated, but they have a deep conviction that they are actually the most important part (a view endorsed by musicologists, but certainly not by sopranos or tenors), despite the fact that they have the most boring part of anybody and often sing the same note (or in endless fifths) for an entire page. They compensate for this by singing as loudly as they can get away with - most basses are tuba players at heart. Basses are the only section that can regularly complain about how low their part is, and they make horrible faces when trying to hit very low notes. Basses are charitable people, but their charity does not extend so far as tenors, whom they consider effete poseurs. Basses hate tuning the tenors more than almost anything else. Basses like altos - except when they have duets and the altos get the good part. As for the sopranos, they are simply in an alternate universe which the basses don't understand at all. They can't imagine why anybody would ever want to sing that high and sound that bad when they make mistakes. When a bass makes a mistake, the other three parts will cover him, and he can continue on his merry way, knowing that sometime, somehow, he will end up at the root of the chord.
it really tugs at the heartstrings, the essence and experiences we can all easily associate with...
view it, or rather, listen to it (from mrbrownshow.com) here or download it here (from mrbrownshow.com)
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Written, composed and performed by Lee Kin Mun, Marc Nair and Ivan Nair
Filled with faces I don’t know
Sometimes they don’t stop for me
I live near Woodleigh MRT
The city’s changing every day
I saw a new gantry on the way
That is why I sold my car
Why the bus-stop so damn far
You took so much from me
Got no cash to take taxi
But I’m still in love with you
But I’m still in love with you
(And) when I grow old, and don’t do what I’m told
I will still be in love with you
I can’t afford a holiday
Everything has gone up but my pay
Can’t go out with all my friends
Can’t afford the latest fashion pants
You promised me paradise
Overflowing with abundant rice
I used to go for lunch buffets
Now my breakfast’s half a you char kuey
You took so much from me
Got no cash to go high-tea
But I’m still in love with you
But I’m still in love with you
And when I grow old, and don’t do what I’m told
I will still be in love with you
if i find out who thought i was too hot and needed to be cool, i'm so going to make you so hot you'd be freezing!
anyway, met up with the so@nbs peeps tonight, or at least some of them who turned up and it was kinda interesting catching up, and more interesting that i actually know someone with a gpa of 5.0! muggers beware man... i'm so going to outdo you and get a six point oh.
if only i can get rid of this flu first.
well it's back to school again and i can't say it's been extremely exciting..
imagine having to take a sub you took before and used to like but had to suffer through. coupled with another sub whose lecturer you can't stand cz he's so irritating (appreciate the effort though). dosen't help that that dude's my tutor too... i've no idea what's to be expected for the rest but i heard one of the other lecturers that i'm going to have has an accent so thick you need a codebook to decipher it...
i want to escape overseas, perhaps to canada, or france or the uk for exchange, and at least s/u some of my cores (preferably the harder ones) and get a long holiday or something. the singapore system's really too paper orientated, taking away the fun in education, something essential in the incultation of self-motivation towards a better future. i sound like i'm spewing something moe would say... hurhur...
i keep forgetting an quote that influenced me quite a bit...
"better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt..."
oh the truth in that... and not to mention the opportunity for misunderstanding...
i reallyreallyreally want an EG5 3M... lol... it's cheap too!
but it kinda currently falls under the category of TKK...