"Candice,
I am writing to provide you with feedback about the final project you submitted for CS803: Media in America. The goal is to give you a sense of what I liked about your research effort and offer constructive criticism aimed at helping you produce even more superior work in the future. Overall, you have produced a very worthy research paper. I love the creative presentation technique. You are thorough in your background explanation and very convincing in your arguments. The most impressive part is the writing. Your talent with words on the page shines. (The line comparing Saudi Arabia's oil production to America's movie export literally made me say 'wow, well put' out loud.) In general, this is a job very well done. All my best on the upcoming final and I hope you have a relaxing break and a productive second semester. Grade: A"
Professor Reimold"
OMG PEOPLE!!! I GOT AN A FOR MY MEDIA PROJECT!!!!
I am writing to provide you with feedback about the final project you submitted for CS803: Media in America. The goal is to give you a sense of what I liked about your research effort and offer constructive criticism aimed at helping you produce even more superior work in the future. Overall, you have produced a very worthy research paper. I love the creative presentation technique. You are thorough in your background explanation and very convincing in your arguments. The most impressive part is the writing. Your talent with words on the page shines. (The line comparing Saudi Arabia's oil production to America's movie export literally made me say 'wow, well put' out loud.) In general, this is a job very well done. All my best on the upcoming final and I hope you have a relaxing break and a productive second semester. Grade: A"
Professor Reimold"
OMG PEOPLE!!! I GOT AN A FOR MY MEDIA PROJECT!!!!
- Mood:
ecstatic
These were the very words extracted from the famous dictum of Putlizer, a newspaper for the commonman during the Jacksonian era. The Jacksonian period was a time in the 1830s where involvement in the partisanship was the highest. I totally love Putlizer, Benjamin H Day, Horace Greeley and Gordon Bennett. Yes, the founding fathers of the Post-Dispatch, New York Sun, New York Tribune and New York Herald! How they often wrote to address issues that plagued the American society, and their usage of SENSATIONALISM!!!
A pity they didn't come out in the exam today.
But...the questions were more answerable than expected! =)
I think I really had God's blessings today, so much so if I'm asked to rank the amount of confidence I have amongst the 4 that I "thrashed" (note the inverted commas) so far, I would say, with much extreme pride and joy, my "media baby" today!
All the anxiety and worries that were weighing on the bottom of my heart, suddenly feathery-light, floating away, as if God took them away.
I thought He wouldn't be with me today, considering the past few days of struggles I was subjected to. This included the last minute discovery that my media's past year papers were found under the Final Year/ Honours category of CS. I guess more words would not be needed to explain the amount of shock that blew me after realizing I gleefully attended 1 semester worth of module that are meant for true-blood, bona-fide CS students.
In addition, the period to S/U that module was closed. =S
My media professor recommended me to a Final Year CS student for providing a helping hand as she was absent for 2 lessons. According to the student, she said "Dan suggested I look for you as he knows you've been doing well. =)" Oh gosh!
Even Final Year students come to me for help, under the direction of a professor. =/
The one phrase she said freaked me out. Contary to her, I found that I had TOO MUCH TO STUDY TO CHURN OUT T-W-O ESSAYS! EACH WORTH A WHOPPING 50 MARKS! =O
3 pages minimum, her reply came after I texted her to ask for the optimum number to write, based on her experience.
I managed to write 4.5 pages for each question, hopefully the 9 pages in total are able to ensure me a decent grade.
The irony, as I was blabbering to Darl resembling a mad old hag after the entire paper, was that I wrote with much joy. My face was firmly plastered with a smile, depicting happiness and satisfaction in its truest form. I only took 1.5 days to read through all 7 hefty articles. Yet, the hand danced away on paper, as if it was out of control.
Ms Wu's voice resounded once more, this time with Professor Reimold's. It was as if both were talking to me, guiding me on what to write. My eyes could literally see the articles that I've read. They all materialized in front of me, one by one. I knew what points to write, I had so much to say, so much to share with the examiner. The rate as which the information through my brain was flowing, as I was telling Russ, did not resemble that of water. It was like a FLOOD, A TSUNAMI!! I HAVEN'T FELT THAT IN A LONG LONG TIME! =D
September 11 attacks and the media's depiction of it, how the media cynically exploits and shamelessly uses something so sacred and is meant to pay tribute and homage to those who loss their lives on that eventful day. The day when normalcy was thrown out of the window, the day when the need for information reached to a paramount, an unprecedented level. How depictions in media deviated from its intended purpose of healing the nation, causing much deepening in the divide between "West" and "Islam". So much so the acrimonisity and resentment was shown in an FBI statistic, shooting up by 1600% (no kidding) since 2002.
That's not all! I know so much, too much in fact.
Corporate media and its threat to American democracy, the distortion of the perfect market structure that stands as a cornerstone of freedom from political control. It was all crystal clear! The violation of the major tenet governing journalism, how advertisers manipulate the market mechanism to control and influence the perceptions of American citizens, to obfuscate and confuse the public such that they will no longer be able to have a say in important and crucial decision-making situations!!
OMG OMG!!
People left the exam hall 1 hour later, half the time that was allocated. In fact, after the end of the entire exam, I realized almost all the seats surrounding me were empty. I guess they were more efficient in completing the paper than I had.
See what happens when you conflate me with the smarty pants? =S
Anyway, my heart was pumping with all that adrenaline, it was a wonderful feeling, that I was not confined to restrictions. That there was no need to use key words or to churn out a particular process. For the first time since A-levels, I was able to break free of the conformations and boundaries, to truly write in my own way! =)
However, the only thing that I'm worried about right now over-confidence. This is not a good thing too, for I sort of neglected my sentence structures. Second glances and verifications to find out what I've missed out or could improve further was impossible. The minute I wrapped my 2nd essay, it was time to stop writing. =(
God did give me hope again. Yes, there might be this silver lining. I hope to use this media elect to apply for a transfer. Somehow I have a feeling God understands, I think..=X
Ok, now back to drawing disfigured and ugly benzene rings, something I repudiate. Geesh! =.=
PS: Thanks to Darl and sweet sweet Russ for giving me your blessings today! And for all the many wonderful nights you peeps spent conversing with me and relieving me of my boredom. I'd have been reduced to ashes without you! =D
A pity they didn't come out in the exam today.
But...the questions were more answerable than expected! =)
I think I really had God's blessings today, so much so if I'm asked to rank the amount of confidence I have amongst the 4 that I "thrashed" (note the inverted commas) so far, I would say, with much extreme pride and joy, my "media baby" today!
All the anxiety and worries that were weighing on the bottom of my heart, suddenly feathery-light, floating away, as if God took them away.
I thought He wouldn't be with me today, considering the past few days of struggles I was subjected to. This included the last minute discovery that my media's past year papers were found under the Final Year/ Honours category of CS. I guess more words would not be needed to explain the amount of shock that blew me after realizing I gleefully attended 1 semester worth of module that are meant for true-blood, bona-fide CS students.
In addition, the period to S/U that module was closed. =S
My media professor recommended me to a Final Year CS student for providing a helping hand as she was absent for 2 lessons. According to the student, she said "Dan suggested I look for you as he knows you've been doing well. =)" Oh gosh!
Even Final Year students come to me for help, under the direction of a professor. =/
The one phrase she said freaked me out. Contary to her, I found that I had TOO MUCH TO STUDY TO CHURN OUT T-W-O ESSAYS! EACH WORTH A WHOPPING 50 MARKS! =O
3 pages minimum, her reply came after I texted her to ask for the optimum number to write, based on her experience.
I managed to write 4.5 pages for each question, hopefully the 9 pages in total are able to ensure me a decent grade.
The irony, as I was blabbering to Darl resembling a mad old hag after the entire paper, was that I wrote with much joy. My face was firmly plastered with a smile, depicting happiness and satisfaction in its truest form. I only took 1.5 days to read through all 7 hefty articles. Yet, the hand danced away on paper, as if it was out of control.
Ms Wu's voice resounded once more, this time with Professor Reimold's. It was as if both were talking to me, guiding me on what to write. My eyes could literally see the articles that I've read. They all materialized in front of me, one by one. I knew what points to write, I had so much to say, so much to share with the examiner. The rate as which the information through my brain was flowing, as I was telling Russ, did not resemble that of water. It was like a FLOOD, A TSUNAMI!! I HAVEN'T FELT THAT IN A LONG LONG TIME! =D
September 11 attacks and the media's depiction of it, how the media cynically exploits and shamelessly uses something so sacred and is meant to pay tribute and homage to those who loss their lives on that eventful day. The day when normalcy was thrown out of the window, the day when the need for information reached to a paramount, an unprecedented level. How depictions in media deviated from its intended purpose of healing the nation, causing much deepening in the divide between "West" and "Islam". So much so the acrimonisity and resentment was shown in an FBI statistic, shooting up by 1600% (no kidding) since 2002.
That's not all! I know so much, too much in fact.
Corporate media and its threat to American democracy, the distortion of the perfect market structure that stands as a cornerstone of freedom from political control. It was all crystal clear! The violation of the major tenet governing journalism, how advertisers manipulate the market mechanism to control and influence the perceptions of American citizens, to obfuscate and confuse the public such that they will no longer be able to have a say in important and crucial decision-making situations!!
OMG OMG!!
People left the exam hall 1 hour later, half the time that was allocated. In fact, after the end of the entire exam, I realized almost all the seats surrounding me were empty. I guess they were more efficient in completing the paper than I had.
See what happens when you conflate me with the smarty pants? =S
Anyway, my heart was pumping with all that adrenaline, it was a wonderful feeling, that I was not confined to restrictions. That there was no need to use key words or to churn out a particular process. For the first time since A-levels, I was able to break free of the conformations and boundaries, to truly write in my own way! =)
However, the only thing that I'm worried about right now over-confidence. This is not a good thing too, for I sort of neglected my sentence structures. Second glances and verifications to find out what I've missed out or could improve further was impossible. The minute I wrapped my 2nd essay, it was time to stop writing. =(
God did give me hope again. Yes, there might be this silver lining. I hope to use this media elect to apply for a transfer. Somehow I have a feeling God understands, I think..=X
Ok, now back to drawing disfigured and ugly benzene rings, something I repudiate. Geesh! =.=
PS: Thanks to Darl and sweet sweet Russ for giving me your blessings today! And for all the many wonderful nights you peeps spent conversing with me and relieving me of my boredom. I'd have been reduced to ashes without you! =D
- Mood:
lethargic
"YOU HAVE 15 MINUTES LEFT," boomed the sound system , almost succeeding in jolting my heavy butt high above the seat.
God knows how many expletives or vulgarites I cursed silently, under my breath, throughout the entire 150-minute Economics paper. It was horrendous! Worse than A-levels, I'd say. For the first time in 1 entire year, I finally experienced the sensation once more- cold sweat, trembling hands, struggling to write legibly yet at lightning speed, competing for the very essence of time which NEVER SEEMS TO STOP FOR YOU!!
My mind was in a whirl, many concepts flitted past and I was pressed for time to pick out the information most suited for each question.
The guy sitting on my right fiddled with his pen nonchalently , stroking and ruffling his hair. From the corner of my eye, I noticed his serene composure, totally unaffected by the usual chaotic "battle" that seems to be ongoing between Man and paper. As the last hour seeped in, his eyes were drooping, head tilting slightly towards the left.
For a couple of times, he nearly slipped off his chair, a blatant indication of how soundly he must have dozed off.
HOW COULD ANYONE BE SO CALM UNDER SUCH CIRCUMSTANCES??!! There I was scrambling with all my might to complete the stupid paper and there he was!! UGH!! =(
Anyway, I didn't manage to finish, still, just like Min. We didn't leave any blanks, a final resort called "DIE DIE MUST WRITE SOMETHING TO ENSURE GOT SOME MARKS RATHER THAN ZERO STRAIGHT!!"
Jon Jon's ending his misery on 25th Nov, Susie's blog had the "I CAN'T WAIT FOR 28 NOV!!" splashed across the entire post. KY screamed a "LIBERATION DAY ON 1ST DEC!!".
Sigh..only Min and I would be left to fight the monsters still..as everyone are taking their well-deserved break or rest.
Sigh..2nd Dec..a date nothing much to flaunt about, a date not worth announcing to my social circle and good friends. =(
I haven't been going out (unless you count going to school to take exams) since last week. OMG! My new found friends are books, papers and the white wall which my wooden table is lying adjacent to. Gosh!
Each time I flip the papers, I am greeted by advertisements decorated with hollys, Santa's iconic red hat, colour shining balls, the symbolic famous pine tree which people often associate it with a well-known festival.
Yes..I KNOW CHRISTMAS IS COMING BUT IT IS SO NOT FUN WHEN I'M STILL MUGGING MY BUTT AWAY! =(
I'm not even attending church tomorrow..there goes lunch with my churchies..OMG! My life is totally reduced to that of a..I don't know..withdrawn, reticent, hermit who lives in solitude!!!
AND TO THINK SMS-ING HAS TRANSFORMED INTO THE NEW FORM OF LUXURY FOR ME!
Still, 2nd Dec WILL COME!! PLEASE TELL ME IT WILL COME!
I'm eager to take my BTT, FTT, practical..etc..
I MUST SURVIVE TO DRIVE! OH YES I MUST! AND I WILL!
GO GET 'EM!!
God knows how many expletives or vulgarites I cursed silently, under my breath, throughout the entire 150-minute Economics paper. It was horrendous! Worse than A-levels, I'd say. For the first time in 1 entire year, I finally experienced the sensation once more- cold sweat, trembling hands, struggling to write legibly yet at lightning speed, competing for the very essence of time which NEVER SEEMS TO STOP FOR YOU!!
My mind was in a whirl, many concepts flitted past and I was pressed for time to pick out the information most suited for each question.
The guy sitting on my right fiddled with his pen nonchalently , stroking and ruffling his hair. From the corner of my eye, I noticed his serene composure, totally unaffected by the usual chaotic "battle" that seems to be ongoing between Man and paper. As the last hour seeped in, his eyes were drooping, head tilting slightly towards the left.
For a couple of times, he nearly slipped off his chair, a blatant indication of how soundly he must have dozed off.
HOW COULD ANYONE BE SO CALM UNDER SUCH CIRCUMSTANCES??!! There I was scrambling with all my might to complete the stupid paper and there he was!! UGH!! =(
Anyway, I didn't manage to finish, still, just like Min. We didn't leave any blanks, a final resort called "DIE DIE MUST WRITE SOMETHING TO ENSURE GOT SOME MARKS RATHER THAN ZERO STRAIGHT!!"
Jon Jon's ending his misery on 25th Nov, Susie's blog had the "I CAN'T WAIT FOR 28 NOV!!" splashed across the entire post. KY screamed a "LIBERATION DAY ON 1ST DEC!!".
Sigh..only Min and I would be left to fight the monsters still..as everyone are taking their well-deserved break or rest.
Sigh..2nd Dec..a date nothing much to flaunt about, a date not worth announcing to my social circle and good friends. =(
I haven't been going out (unless you count going to school to take exams) since last week. OMG! My new found friends are books, papers and the white wall which my wooden table is lying adjacent to. Gosh!
Each time I flip the papers, I am greeted by advertisements decorated with hollys, Santa's iconic red hat, colour shining balls, the symbolic famous pine tree which people often associate it with a well-known festival.
Yes..I KNOW CHRISTMAS IS COMING BUT IT IS SO NOT FUN WHEN I'M STILL MUGGING MY BUTT AWAY! =(
I'm not even attending church tomorrow..there goes lunch with my churchies..OMG! My life is totally reduced to that of a..I don't know..withdrawn, reticent, hermit who lives in solitude!!!
AND TO THINK SMS-ING HAS TRANSFORMED INTO THE NEW FORM OF LUXURY FOR ME!
Still, 2nd Dec WILL COME!! PLEASE TELL ME IT WILL COME!
I'm eager to take my BTT, FTT, practical..etc..
I MUST SURVIVE TO DRIVE! OH YES I MUST! AND I WILL!
GO GET 'EM!!
- Mood:
ditzy
Oh gosh! It's been nearly a week. Yet, the excitement is still ongoing, the euphoric sensation continues!!
I have transformed into an even crazier person, telling the entire world (FaceBook, tagging friends' blogs) that I'M GOING TO LEARN DRIVING!!! =D
And if that is not enough, I just ended my conversation with Momma about D-R-I-V-I-N-G when THERE"S AN ECONS EXAM COMING UP IN 5 HOURS TIME!!! =S
Momma's intending to go on a Refresh course, but due to the costs, she's considering it very carefully.
ALL I CAN THINK OF IS WHAT HAPPENS AFTER EXAMS!!
For starters, I'm about to become an OFFICIAL student of the Ang Mo Kio Driving Centre!! Yupz, Momma's gonna bring me there tomorrow to register or enrol (whatever you call it).
OMG OMG OMG!!!! STOP GETTING OBSESSED WITH WHEELS!! HAHA!!!
Ok, one last time before I'm off- I'M GOING TO LEARN DRIVING!!!! AND YES, I'LL BE APPLYING MY SKILLS WITH REAL (NOT REEL) CARS!!!
=)))
I have transformed into an even crazier person, telling the entire world (FaceBook, tagging friends' blogs) that I'M GOING TO LEARN DRIVING!!! =D
And if that is not enough, I just ended my conversation with Momma about D-R-I-V-I-N-G when THERE"S AN ECONS EXAM COMING UP IN 5 HOURS TIME!!! =S
Momma's intending to go on a Refresh course, but due to the costs, she's considering it very carefully.
ALL I CAN THINK OF IS WHAT HAPPENS AFTER EXAMS!!
For starters, I'm about to become an OFFICIAL student of the Ang Mo Kio Driving Centre!! Yupz, Momma's gonna bring me there tomorrow to register or enrol (whatever you call it).
OMG OMG OMG!!!! STOP GETTING OBSESSED WITH WHEELS!! HAHA!!!
Ok, one last time before I'm off- I'M GOING TO LEARN DRIVING!!!! AND YES, I'LL BE APPLYING MY SKILLS WITH REAL (NOT REEL) CARS!!!
=)))
- Mood:
faraway
Wish I may, wish I might. My efforts to WILL AWAY my desire is turning into one futile lump.
The rampant sight of cars on the roads has little or even negligible effect in soothing my excited, palpitating heart. Instead, if anything, it is aggravating the situation! Every passing car brings with it a vision of me literally marching straight-forth to the owner's automobile, yanking the door wide open and grabbing his/her collar firmly. Finally, it tops off with a kick in the butt, sending him/her miles away from that leather-coated seat.
Ok, my apologies for expressions of violence and impulsiveness. Haha! Now you have successfully penetrated the "nice, shy, cilivilized and withdrawn" image I painstakingly crafted. =P
I am a desperatehousewife student. Kudos to my dad who somehow possesses this quirky, uncanny habit of doing things late. Oh well..what more can I ask from a man who initially intended for his daughter to be equipped with driving skills only in her 3rd year of university? It's just my luck that the 8 months of break this year was not used in the most productive manner possible.
My moods summarizes it all. I aim to have my name printed on that piece of licence by the end of 2010.
Seemingly unreachable, but not impossible.
Either that or I shall mutate my name to "Cindy"!
So I pray the above will not realize itself. Lol!
AAAHHH!!! I WANT TO DRIVE!!! DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!!!
Yet another "sleazy" day..I was supposed to study, but ended up talking to Jon Jon for that entire hour! =(
Both Dora and him cannot stop harping on my absence of "cycling genes". Coupled with Chris's "Piece of cake!" 2 days ago, it made me feel a slight tinge of awkwardness. =S
But not enough to stimulate my impulse to learn. =)
( Warning: Don't click if it ticks! )
My beautiful name has been staked in this game. Soon..soon, I shall conquer and careen through those cemented, dark grey roads in my very own personal, private space! Wait and watch! =)
I hear the audible bells of driving ringing.
It spells V-R-O-O-M!! =D
The rampant sight of cars on the roads has little or even negligible effect in soothing my excited, palpitating heart. Instead, if anything, it is aggravating the situation! Every passing car brings with it a vision of me literally marching straight-forth to the owner's automobile, yanking the door wide open and grabbing his/her collar firmly. Finally, it tops off with a kick in the butt, sending him/her miles away from that leather-coated seat.
Ok, my apologies for expressions of violence and impulsiveness. Haha! Now you have successfully penetrated the "nice, shy, cilivilized and withdrawn" image I painstakingly crafted. =P
I am a desperate
My moods summarizes it all. I aim to have my name printed on that piece of licence by the end of 2010.
Seemingly unreachable, but not impossible.
Either that or I shall mutate my name to "Cindy"!
So I pray the above will not realize itself. Lol!
AAAHHH!!! I WANT TO DRIVE!!! DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!!!
Yet another "sleazy" day..I was supposed to study, but ended up talking to Jon Jon for that entire hour! =(
Both Dora and him cannot stop harping on my absence of "cycling genes". Coupled with Chris's "Piece of cake!" 2 days ago, it made me feel a slight tinge of awkwardness. =S
But not enough to stimulate my impulse to learn. =)
( Warning: Don't click if it ticks! )
My beautiful name has been staked in this game. Soon..soon, I shall conquer and careen through those cemented, dark grey roads in my very own personal, private space! Wait and watch! =)
I hear the audible bells of driving ringing.
It spells V-R-O-O-M!! =D
- Mood:
quixotic
Mummy just told me Daddy's intending to let me learn driving at the end of the year!
YES!!!! WHO GIVES 2 CENTS WORTH TO CYCLING WHEN I'M GOING TO OPERATE A 4 WHEEL AUTOMOBILE SOON!!!! =D
OMG PEOPLE! WHEN YOU GO NIGHT CYCLING, DON'T FORGET TO CALL ME ALONG!
No, I'm not cycling. I SHALL D-R-I-V-E TO MEET YOU PEOPLE!!!! YAY!!!!
Tackle the Basic Theory Test first. IN NO TIME I'LL BE WHIZZING MY WAY TO SCHOOL AND WHEREVER ELSE THAT IS!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO DADDY!!!!
YES!!!! WHO GIVES 2 CENTS WORTH TO CYCLING WHEN I'M GOING TO OPERATE A 4 WHEEL AUTOMOBILE SOON!!!! =D
OMG PEOPLE! WHEN YOU GO NIGHT CYCLING, DON'T FORGET TO CALL ME ALONG!
No, I'm not cycling. I SHALL D-R-I-V-E TO MEET YOU PEOPLE!!!! YAY!!!!
Tackle the Basic Theory Test first. IN NO TIME I'LL BE WHIZZING MY WAY TO SCHOOL AND WHEREVER ELSE THAT IS!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO DADDY!!!!
- Mood: ecstatic
Thanks to Jon Jon, I have made a discovery even the Bible does not approve of exams and extensive knowledge! Haha! Those are familiar verses to most of you Christians. Nevertheless, it serves as an interesting reminder for me and to my other friends, let this be something to tickle your funny bone or lighten up your heart! =)
Ecclesiastes 1:2 states "Meaningless! Meaningless! Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless!". 1:18 adds on with these words "For with much wisdom, comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief".
Haha! And he told me some joker in his VCF was intending to use these verses to encourage their fellow mates for the upcoming exam!
Anyway, I was sharing in cell earlier on about how I NEED GOD TO GIVE ME DISCIPLINE, DETERMINATION, EXCELLENT MEMORY AND GOOD HEALTH TO MUG MUG MUG FOR THE EXAMS!! I can't believe I'm taking exams again, especially after half a year of straying away from the books and papers! =S
Home is still the best place to study for me. Because in church, I'll probably end up talking to dear Dora and ultimately render our day as "Unproductive". School library is flooded with people. And whoever said the "Please maintain silence" rule is still observed these days should immediately sign up for a head check. You get polyphonic ringing tones blasting the quiet atmosphere every now and then. Don't forget the loud-mouths who are "not that proficient" in reading English (probably because they're from some other country- *hint hint). I'm not kidding. They talk as if it's a non-library area, speaking in an accent they opine others display much fondness in listening to. Geesh!
So yes, home rules, except there exists this one minor problem. I get distracted. My Achilles Heel is not the computer or TV, unlike the majority of whom I found out cannot study at home. It happened during As, but I was able to curb my addiction then.
( Something So Seductive.. )
Today's cell sharing was about Service and Integrity, whether we'd like to be appreciated for the things we do. Well, it's true that praises from people is a sign of their gratitude for volunteering our services for God. Yet, it's important that we glorify Him in all things we do, for without Him, our efforts are nullified.
Sharing Dora's sentiments, after 7 long years (and the clock continues ticking) I have to admit I'm kinda immune to the accolades I receive at the end of every service. I firmly believe I have been blessed with the greatest reward from God, far better than any words or earthly gifts presented.
Given sufficient time and practice, any instrumentalist can produce a well-rehearsed piece from scores. Being thrown with guitar chords and lyrics and reproducing them on keyboard such that it sounds beautiful and pleasing to the ear is a higher level.
This is the gift God has given to me. Some have the gift of marvellous singing, where Wei En can easily reach a note from the right end of the keyboard..lol! It's something I can never achieve. Still, I am proud of my gift. This is something no one can take away from me, it's a skill. With it, I can serve and worship Him to an even better aspect.
Contary to my previous post, I think it's time to change my perception. So what if it doesn't garner me the title of an Alpha, MOE or CN Yang scholar? So what if it doesn't ensure I have more TLC from special people? Heck the world out there! I love my skill! =)
I feel truly ashamed of denying this "pitch-wise" skill. It's horrifying that the thought of returning it to God should ever cross my mind.
From this moment, I shall take heed in Wayne's advice. That all praises, lauding and accolades are directly channelled to the glory and mercy of God. For it is without Him, everything is impossible.
Oh piano I wish you'd stop tempting me! =S
Ecclesiastes 1:2 states "Meaningless! Meaningless! Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless!". 1:18 adds on with these words "For with much wisdom, comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief".
Haha! And he told me some joker in his VCF was intending to use these verses to encourage their fellow mates for the upcoming exam!
Anyway, I was sharing in cell earlier on about how I NEED GOD TO GIVE ME DISCIPLINE, DETERMINATION, EXCELLENT MEMORY AND GOOD HEALTH TO MUG MUG MUG FOR THE EXAMS!! I can't believe I'm taking exams again, especially after half a year of straying away from the books and papers! =S
Home is still the best place to study for me. Because in church, I'll probably end up talking to dear Dora and ultimately render our day as "Unproductive". School library is flooded with people. And whoever said the "Please maintain silence" rule is still observed these days should immediately sign up for a head check. You get polyphonic ringing tones blasting the quiet atmosphere every now and then. Don't forget the loud-mouths who are "not that proficient" in reading English (probably because they're from some other country- *hint hint). I'm not kidding. They talk as if it's a non-library area, speaking in an accent they opine others display much fondness in listening to. Geesh!
So yes, home rules, except there exists this one minor problem. I get distracted. My Achilles Heel is not the computer or TV, unlike the majority of whom I found out cannot study at home. It happened during As, but I was able to curb my addiction then.
( Something So Seductive.. )
Today's cell sharing was about Service and Integrity, whether we'd like to be appreciated for the things we do. Well, it's true that praises from people is a sign of their gratitude for volunteering our services for God. Yet, it's important that we glorify Him in all things we do, for without Him, our efforts are nullified.
Sharing Dora's sentiments, after 7 long years (and the clock continues ticking) I have to admit I'm kinda immune to the accolades I receive at the end of every service. I firmly believe I have been blessed with the greatest reward from God, far better than any words or earthly gifts presented.
Given sufficient time and practice, any instrumentalist can produce a well-rehearsed piece from scores. Being thrown with guitar chords and lyrics and reproducing them on keyboard such that it sounds beautiful and pleasing to the ear is a higher level.
This is the gift God has given to me. Some have the gift of marvellous singing, where Wei En can easily reach a note from the right end of the keyboard..lol! It's something I can never achieve. Still, I am proud of my gift. This is something no one can take away from me, it's a skill. With it, I can serve and worship Him to an even better aspect.
Contary to my previous post, I think it's time to change my perception. So what if it doesn't garner me the title of an Alpha, MOE or CN Yang scholar? So what if it doesn't ensure I have more TLC from special people? Heck the world out there! I love my skill! =)
I feel truly ashamed of denying this "pitch-wise" skill. It's horrifying that the thought of returning it to God should ever cross my mind.
From this moment, I shall take heed in Wayne's advice. That all praises, lauding and accolades are directly channelled to the glory and mercy of God. For it is without Him, everything is impossible.
Oh piano I wish you'd stop tempting me! =S
- Mood:
naughty
The neatly arranged tables and chairs in the pristine, glass-decorated SBS lobby spells it all, sending its wake up call right-smack into my face.
Still, I simply refuse to believe exams are looming above my head like a dark patch of cloud! Ugh! No, I shall continue living in delusion..in my own fantasy-based world.
And probably receive yet another devastating news, in the form of alphabets. =/
Ok, no joke, it's like A-levels all over again! Where do I stand in the line of muggers? AAAHHH!!! I think I am beyond the tail! Geesh! =X
Everyone is studying so hard, unlike me, whose mind is filled with nothing that is unrelated to the terms "playing" and "partying". OMG! Not good Candice..tsk tsk! *frowns
I need an extreme make-over from my flippant, non-chalent attitude. Yikes!
Min's going to Malaysia in December, together with Susie Q and Pei Pei. It seems they're all geared up for some trekking activity from 9th to 10th. I felt so ostracized because I wasn't invited to go. So I confided in Darl and Min.
"AS IF YOU'RE INTERESTED TO JOIN!"
Their exact same replied left me in amazement and awe. Am I really so unreceptive to trekking? Well, you can still try asking. Besides, I've never been on trekking before so it'll seem like a whole-new cool experience to thread through the forests. It's a good deal to enjoy the wonders of nature, feeling the soft, cool mud under the soles of my shoes, listening to the sounds of crickets, appreciating the shady atmosphere and backdrop created by the canopy of trees that so efficiently filter the rays of the sun...zzzZZZZZ
OK, NO! I DON'T LIKE TO BE TRAPPED IN THE FOREST!!! I wonder if we'll even be spending the nights in any decent, cozy hotel that provides the package of serving breakfast in bed. =/
So the reply you'll still receive even after asking is an outright N-O! HAHA!
I guess my definition of "trekking" is in the streets of Paris and Milan. For local, try Orchard or any location that has the word "Mall" or "Centre" flashing across its buildlings. Haha! =P
Belle I trust my gut feeling that you'll give me the 2 thumbs up (plus your toes too) if you're reading this. =)
I just returned home from worship rehearsal. Prissy, Dora and I waited for Chris outside our church's entrance to pass him something, which was a packet of oats. The poor guy. According to Dora, the Korean tae-kwando instructor starts his day at 11am and doesn't end until 10pm. Classes for him are literally back-to-back, snatching every little opportunity for him to have lunch. As such, this 19-year-old wolfs down his 1st meal of the day (or night), in tremendously large portions to compensate for his loss. Erm...that isn't very healthy. =/
So sweet Prissy bought him a packet of granola bars so he can distribute his caloric intake throughout his day. He came down from Patson's Centre which is located just beside our church, wearing an orange FBT singlet, black khakis and slippers. His hair was still wet from his fresh bath. We chatted for a brief moment because he still had some admin-related work to wrap up.
To impress him with my comprehensive knowledge of Korean, I merrily chirpped a "SARANG HAE YO" and he looked taken aback, shocked was written all over his countenance. Eyes nearly bulging out and he wobbled a little, retreating from me as if I had some terminal contagious disease.
Prissy burst out into peals of hysterical laughter and Dora sniggered, before recovering her composure.
"Do you have the slightest idea about what you just told Chris?", Dora asked.
I nodded, replying that I bidded Chris goodbye in Korean.
"Goodbye?" she spurted. "GOODBYE??!!! NO!!! GEESH!!! YOU JUST PROFESSED YOUR "LOVE" FOR CHRIS!!!!" =O
OMG! DID I?! *faints
I barely knew that guy for 2 days (2 separate days to be specific)! No wonder his face took to a radical turn. Oops!
In my opinion, a paper bag with 2 holes for vision and 1 hole to help me breathe is the most appropriate tool to bring tomorrow during cell group gathering.
For the first time in a billion years, I have no need for a blusher. Geesh! =S
- Mood:
embarrassed
TODAY IS THE SUBMISSION OF MY MEDIA PROJECT!! =D
Finally, I'm just going to pass it to my prof and well...let him do the grading. *crosses fingers.
Erm...I think I'll fail in terms of creativity..because I have low affinity with drawing, and I can't create videos for nuts. Even Ann Ling said making a video is super challenging, unless you are a technology whiz like Gavin.
Oops! I mean, Officer Tan! Haha! Wonder how he's coping in OCS at this moment. By the way Susie Q, don't expect him to give his reply so soon because he's currently in some Brunei jungle scouring through bushes and shrubs. Will only return about 3 weeks later, I guess. =)
Say..that explains why Min is grinning unusually widely on Monday. Because DEAR WARREN, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A MILLION YEARS, HAS FINALLY GAVE A POSITIVE RESPONSE TO THE 5TH DEC GATHERING! =D
Whoa, it's going to be a huge event! Peepies don't forget to host a mourning session for me once everything has ended. =(
Well, I feel so extremely proud of my Mass Media research paper that I am going to post it on LJ! =)
It's a 10-page paper, SINGLE-HANDEDLY TYPED OUT! I really invested lots of effort inside. My chosen topic was "Sex, Love and Romance in the Mass Media", basically touching on the romanticization of the media, with a more specific aspect- movies and their impact on the thinking of people's perceptions towards love. Thank goodness the prof mentioned that the creation of videos and alternatives are for those who are super adverse and grossed-out at writing research papers. And I, have decided to take on the daring attempt at language. =/
Hopefully it produces positive results. Lol!
It would be absurd of me to post the entire research paper here, scaring people with the sudden overwhelming influx of verbosity on my blog. Might have an adverse, unwanted decline in readership. Haha! So I'm posting it on bite-size portions.
Read at your own pleasure (or risk)! =)
( Misconception #1: All You Need Is Love )
Finally, I'm just going to pass it to my prof and well...let him do the grading. *crosses fingers.
Erm...I think I'll fail in terms of creativity..because I have low affinity with drawing, and I can't create videos for nuts. Even Ann Ling said making a video is super challenging, unless you are a technology whiz like Gavin.
Oops! I mean, Officer Tan! Haha! Wonder how he's coping in OCS at this moment. By the way Susie Q, don't expect him to give his reply so soon because he's currently in some Brunei jungle scouring through bushes and shrubs. Will only return about 3 weeks later, I guess. =)
Say..that explains why Min is grinning unusually widely on Monday. Because DEAR WARREN, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A MILLION YEARS, HAS FINALLY GAVE A POSITIVE RESPONSE TO THE 5TH DEC GATHERING! =D
Whoa, it's going to be a huge event! Peepies don't forget to host a mourning session for me once everything has ended. =(
Well, I feel so extremely proud of my Mass Media research paper that I am going to post it on LJ! =)
It's a 10-page paper, SINGLE-HANDEDLY TYPED OUT! I really invested lots of effort inside. My chosen topic was "Sex, Love and Romance in the Mass Media", basically touching on the romanticization of the media, with a more specific aspect- movies and their impact on the thinking of people's perceptions towards love. Thank goodness the prof mentioned that the creation of videos and alternatives are for those who are super adverse and grossed-out at writing research papers. And I, have decided to take on the daring attempt at language. =/
Hopefully it produces positive results. Lol!
It would be absurd of me to post the entire research paper here, scaring people with the sudden overwhelming influx of verbosity on my blog. Might have an adverse, unwanted decline in readership. Haha! So I'm posting it on bite-size portions.
Read at your own pleasure (or risk)! =)
( Misconception #1: All You Need Is Love )
- Mood:
accomplished
Come 2010, my church would crumble and shatter, leaving a pile of unrecognizable debris. Sigh...=(
We're currently still short of funds for the re-building project, quite a substantial amount..and judging from my position as a student, the amount I contribute is only enough to buy a decent piano. No, not even a decent piano. Some digital pianos cost as much as a hefty 5 THOUSAND DOLLARS! I'm super jealous..I wonder who told me that? Haha! =P
And the owner intends to replace his 10K piano with that digital model. =O
This means, we'll spend our next Christmas at Kuo Chuan. In fact, this place will cater to our needs for shelter and worship, temporarily. Most of us gaped and winced as Aunty Y mentioned our worship rehearsals will no longer be on thursdays. It'll be on saturday afternoons because Kuo Chuan is not able to fulfil our request of opening up on weekday nights. Plus, the luxury of running down to 3rd storey where the church office is to print or get stuff should we forget to bring them? Gone! =(
Even the nearest commercial printing outlet seems miles away.
It's a life the equivalent of nomads, having no place where we belong, because contractors need time to create a beautiful masterpiece out of the raw materials supplied to them. Truly a radical transformation.
Anyway, it's only for 2 years, how long can that be?
*screams
Just received the soft copy of this sunday's service from Uncle T. Thank goodness I'm familiar with 85% of the songs. Whoo!
( Pitch Perfect? )
Life resumes, adopting a mundane rhythm, all the same.
We're currently still short of funds for the re-building project, quite a substantial amount..and judging from my position as a student, the amount I contribute is only enough to buy a decent piano. No, not even a decent piano. Some digital pianos cost as much as a hefty 5 THOUSAND DOLLARS! I'm super jealous..I wonder who told me that? Haha! =P
And the owner intends to replace his 10K piano with that digital model. =O
This means, we'll spend our next Christmas at Kuo Chuan. In fact, this place will cater to our needs for shelter and worship, temporarily. Most of us gaped and winced as Aunty Y mentioned our worship rehearsals will no longer be on thursdays. It'll be on saturday afternoons because Kuo Chuan is not able to fulfil our request of opening up on weekday nights. Plus, the luxury of running down to 3rd storey where the church office is to print or get stuff should we forget to bring them? Gone! =(
Even the nearest commercial printing outlet seems miles away.
It's a life the equivalent of nomads, having no place where we belong, because contractors need time to create a beautiful masterpiece out of the raw materials supplied to them. Truly a radical transformation.
Anyway, it's only for 2 years, how long can that be?
*screams
Just received the soft copy of this sunday's service from Uncle T. Thank goodness I'm familiar with 85% of the songs. Whoo!
( Pitch Perfect? )
Life resumes, adopting a mundane rhythm, all the same.
- Mood:
uncertain
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