save me mummy.
okay okay so I've been avoiding lots of deadlines. I'm just gonna list them out here.
1. Music Schubert Essay + homework
2. Practice Deux Arabesque until it's Deux Arperfecto
3. English Reading Tasks + homework
4. English Filing
5. YEA Gold
6. SYF choreo + singing </3
7. Math homework
8. Chinese homework
9. Revision
okay at least we've got it all sorted out.
yay responsibilities :')
someone motivate me please.
please.
please.
lynn
Sunday, February 8, 2015
you know what makes a song a good song (to me)?
geudaeneun almyeonseodo moreulkka I fall in love
jigeum tago galkka subway or walking in the rain
this is an example of a good song (to me) because of the "I fall in love" (this is like the OST Love Lane from the Kdrama Marriage, not Dating btw. it's super cute go watch it.).
another song is the OP of SnK, Guren no Yumiya. I love the part where it goes "susumu ishi wo warau buta yo" it sounds damn nice
basically it has a little tune that appeals to me. a series of notes that sounds good together with a good rhythm. the rest of the song can suck really bad and I'd still like the song because of that tiny part. sometimes I'll only remember that part of the song and not even a little bit of the rest of the song.
is it just me, or does everyone judge songs like this? maybe that's the logic behind pop artists and "catchy" songs.
also, side note, I can listen to this type of song over and over and over and OVER AND OVER AND OVER again and still not get sick of it, contrary to how most people are. in fact, the more I listen, the more I like it.
another reason why a song could be good is because it makes me think about what it actually means (like in a lot of vocaloid songs). the song doesn't necessarily have to sound good. I know, a bit weird, but it's like that. this type of songs, though, I can get sick of, unlike the first reason.
so those are the more uncommon reasons for a song to be a good song (to me) (at least I think so).
short(ish) post, though not as short as the previous, slightly drunkish one
ylnneett
this is an example of a good song (to me) because of the "I fall in love" (this is like the OST Love Lane from the Kdrama Marriage, not Dating btw. it's super cute go watch it.).
another song is the OP of SnK, Guren no Yumiya. I love the part where it goes "susumu ishi wo warau buta yo" it sounds damn nice
basically it has a little tune that appeals to me. a series of notes that sounds good together with a good rhythm. the rest of the song can suck really bad and I'd still like the song because of that tiny part. sometimes I'll only remember that part of the song and not even a little bit of the rest of the song.
is it just me, or does everyone judge songs like this? maybe that's the logic behind pop artists and "catchy" songs.
also, side note, I can listen to this type of song over and over and over and OVER AND OVER AND OVER again and still not get sick of it, contrary to how most people are. in fact, the more I listen, the more I like it.
another reason why a song could be good is because it makes me think about what it actually means (like in a lot of vocaloid songs). the song doesn't necessarily have to sound good. I know, a bit weird, but it's like that. this type of songs, though, I can get sick of, unlike the first reason.
so those are the more uncommon reasons for a song to be a good song (to me) (at least I think so).
short(ish) post, though not as short as the previous, slightly drunkish one
ylnneett
Saturday, February 7, 2015
[on mobile] eyyyy.
This has been the worst week of 2015 so far. At least, for me.
I feel like sht, really. Most of the incidents this week happened because of both my carelessness and my bad judgement (aka lack of self control).
I'm nor going to elaborate coz I'm quite stupified by my actions.
Really, I can never get away with doing a single wrong thing. I'M DAMN SUAY ONE. Not in trouble also can become in trouble one. Why must liddat.
On another note, birthday coming up in 3 days (past mn alr). Hopefully no shit will happen next week
My fingers feel tingly and numb like not enough blood liddat. I think they're gonna fall off in my sleep. How.
I'm tired byebye.
I feel like sht, really. Most of the incidents this week happened because of both my carelessness and my bad judgement (aka lack of self control).
I'm nor going to elaborate coz I'm quite stupified by my actions.
Really, I can never get away with doing a single wrong thing. I'M DAMN SUAY ONE. Not in trouble also can become in trouble one. Why must liddat.
On another note, birthday coming up in 3 days (past mn alr). Hopefully no shit will happen next week
My fingers feel tingly and numb like not enough blood liddat. I think they're gonna fall off in my sleep. How.
I'm tired byebye.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
[on mobile]
Something that still bothers and annoys me to this day.
So I was a prefect in primary school. at the beginning of my primary six school year, the teachers put a signup sheet on the prefect's noticeboard for some sort of prefect exco thing (I can't remember what it's called exactly? Sedimentary prefects or something LOL)
Anyway I wrote my name on that to go for the interview.
Interview day. There were quite a few prefects who also signed up, and we all gathered in a classroom. We could leave once we were done. So the teacher in charge of the prefectorial board then was someone... Let's just call her MRT. MRT was the one interviewing us. Soon, it all started and we were asked to volunteer to go for the interview one at a time.
I remember being a little scared but the dominant thought in my mind at that moment was really: "let them go first. It's easier to make a lasting impression if I'm last, and also I have loads of time (I live right next to school, the others probably need time to travel back home)" so I found myself among the last ones in that room.
When there were just two of us left, MRT walked in suddenly and said something along these lines: "you two are just wasting my time! Get out. I'm not going to interview you."
And when you're twelve, teachers like her are especially r00d because they think it's fun to control you. Well, at least that was one of my afterthoughts.
We got out.
Tell me, is this even fair? Just because we cut into her lunchtime or something, we weren't allowed to even try? I got really annoyed for a long time about this. Right after that, I came up with so many comebacks my sweet old twelve-year-old self would not ever have the guts to use. "yeah, because we took all your time while you were interviewing other people right? I'm soooo unsuitable to be a prefect because I let others go before me right? You think I also got so much time isit? Wait in this room for so long end up nothing happen."
4 years later and I still feel a sense of injustice. Also, I couldn't lead the pledge or read announcements because I simply wasn't one of the "exco" prefects (mind you, something I was doing since I was primary 3)
At least I got to keep my flag-raising duty.
Also, sorry not sorry. I still think it's unfair, and if you, MRT, come across this blog someday, yes, I want you to know I'm talking about you. And I want everyone to know that I'm quite glad I didn't join the exco, and have to work closely with MRT. Blessing in disguise, really.
This is just one negative incident amongst many positive ones in my primary school, and trust me, there were many good experiences. #notflamingmyschool #loverosyth #forever
now that it's on the internet, we'll #neverforget
So I was a prefect in primary school. at the beginning of my primary six school year, the teachers put a signup sheet on the prefect's noticeboard for some sort of prefect exco thing (I can't remember what it's called exactly? Sedimentary prefects or something LOL)
Anyway I wrote my name on that to go for the interview.
Interview day. There were quite a few prefects who also signed up, and we all gathered in a classroom. We could leave once we were done. So the teacher in charge of the prefectorial board then was someone... Let's just call her MRT. MRT was the one interviewing us. Soon, it all started and we were asked to volunteer to go for the interview one at a time.
I remember being a little scared but the dominant thought in my mind at that moment was really: "let them go first. It's easier to make a lasting impression if I'm last, and also I have loads of time (I live right next to school, the others probably need time to travel back home)" so I found myself among the last ones in that room.
When there were just two of us left, MRT walked in suddenly and said something along these lines: "you two are just wasting my time! Get out. I'm not going to interview you."
And when you're twelve, teachers like her are especially r00d because they think it's fun to control you. Well, at least that was one of my afterthoughts.
We got out.
Tell me, is this even fair? Just because we cut into her lunchtime or something, we weren't allowed to even try? I got really annoyed for a long time about this. Right after that, I came up with so many comebacks my sweet old twelve-year-old self would not ever have the guts to use. "yeah, because we took all your time while you were interviewing other people right? I'm soooo unsuitable to be a prefect because I let others go before me right? You think I also got so much time isit? Wait in this room for so long end up nothing happen."
4 years later and I still feel a sense of injustice. Also, I couldn't lead the pledge or read announcements because I simply wasn't one of the "exco" prefects (mind you, something I was doing since I was primary 3)
At least I got to keep my flag-raising duty.
Also, sorry not sorry. I still think it's unfair, and if you, MRT, come across this blog someday, yes, I want you to know I'm talking about you. And I want everyone to know that I'm quite glad I didn't join the exco, and have to work closely with MRT. Blessing in disguise, really.
This is just one negative incident amongst many positive ones in my primary school, and trust me, there were many good experiences. #notflamingmyschool #loverosyth #forever
now that it's on the internet, we'll #neverforget
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