Location: Desktop
Mood: Nervous!!!
Just did: sent a story for beta
Before I start,
1 PIANO EXAM (foams) OH CRAP OH CRAP I'M STILL SCREWING THE ARPEGGIOSSSSS
AURAL AURAL AURAL HELP I AM DROWNING IN RHYTHM MELODY TEXTURE DYNAMICS FORM HARMONY TONALITY TEMPO ARGHHHHHHH ARGHHHHHHHH
2 I'm starting to type all my "ion" endings wrong!!! Locatino, determinatino, catino, Shirino.....no.......... Not good...
Okay, now.
Favourite words!!!
Don't expect big ones.
Forsake
Perpetual
Infinity
Endless
Temporal
Nightfall
Veil
Whisper
Espy
Absolute
Molten
Might add on someday :D
...
6.9.09
27.8.09
La Procesion del Rocio
Location: New laptop at home
Mood: Whew! Finished a badly-done Chinese speech!
Just did: Facebooked
Yes, have I ever told anyone at all about the greatness of this piece of music?
Mood: Whew! Finished a badly-done Chinese speech!
Just did: Facebooked
Yes, have I ever told anyone at all about the greatness of this piece of music?
La Procesion del Rocio--the true meaning of joy. I don't know if words can actually bring out everything I felt while listening, right from the initial opening chord. Ahhhh! Well, the 25 cents I spent on it was totally worth it. I should have paid ten dollars for it.
Okay, I just felt the urge to do this--talk about the awesomeness of the best orchestral piece I have ever heard. I mean it! It's good enough to warrant a random post at the weirdest, most unrelated time :D
16.8.09
Hi, you are reading!
Location: New laptop
Mood: Lalala nothing
Just did: changed the desktop background :D
Hm, you know what? Only weird people read my blog. Yes, if you are reading this, it means that you are weird.
Chances are, you are the kind who obsesses over TV shows, games or book series, probably dozens. You probably tend to appreciate weird things that no one else even gets. Could be puns, melodic motifs in movie background music, elegance of formulae. Your MP3 player is stuffed up with a weirdly varied selection, and somehow you can remember exactly how you came across each and every of the three hundred songs there. You do weird things when you are bored, like write mathematical calculations or draw eyes on your arms. You also take pride in knowing and thinking certain things--"I tend to appreciate apocalyptic stories." "I think Beethoven got that chord there wrong." "Why is November not Nonember?"
Yes, that's you, isn't it? Come on, admit it. You are a weird person. That's why you just wasted a minute of your time reading that.
Mood: Lalala nothing
Just did: changed the desktop background :D
Hm, you know what? Only weird people read my blog. Yes, if you are reading this, it means that you are weird.
Chances are, you are the kind who obsesses over TV shows, games or book series, probably dozens. You probably tend to appreciate weird things that no one else even gets. Could be puns, melodic motifs in movie background music, elegance of formulae. Your MP3 player is stuffed up with a weirdly varied selection, and somehow you can remember exactly how you came across each and every of the three hundred songs there. You do weird things when you are bored, like write mathematical calculations or draw eyes on your arms. You also take pride in knowing and thinking certain things--"I tend to appreciate apocalyptic stories." "I think Beethoven got that chord there wrong." "Why is November not Nonember?"
Yes, that's you, isn't it? Come on, admit it. You are a weird person. That's why you just wasted a minute of your time reading that.
13.8.09
AWESOME
I finally found it OH YESSS
This is like the (second) most awesome orchestral piece in the universe. It's wild, vivid, beautiful, and best of all, NEVER boring. NEVER!! And it's relatively short!
Enjoy, for those who bothered to listen and watch :D
I'm like SO in love with this piece! But you've gotta hear the really high-quality recordings to really appreciate how GREAT this is...
10.8.09
I wish I had music, but all I have are words
My entry to RGS's Inkspiration. I hope they like it...
How I long to paint the world as they do!
Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Debussy, Rachmaninov
How can it be that entire worlds unravel in my eyes
At the single brush of the flute’s soliloquy on my ear
Or the glorious fanfare of the orchestra’s tutti
Or the crystal ringing echo on the cold dark keys?
How can shifting regular wavelengths of varying amplitude
Recreate the shimmering reflections in Monet’s Water Lilies
Or the rattling rifles of the Russian Revolution
Or the delicate lace dance of the swans in Swan Lake
Or the whisper of pure liquid moonlight streaming through the windows?
It will never be within my grasp, this magic they work
Twelve notes divided by frequency spaces the twelfth root of two
In measures of three, four, seven, eight simple, compound, irregular
Rearranged into a one-page etude or a thirty-minute symphony
A soli, a diminished seventh in the upper registers
Passionate, fantastical, sparkling, blazing
Breaking the bounds of imagination—
How I wish I could shape sound into beauty, as they did!
I wish I had music,
But all I have are words.
And words limit me to only that much
A paradigm on paper made in ink
A million-strong divine vocabulary
Only showing, telling, implying by nuances—
Nothing, next to the mind-blowing dimensions
That the greatest composers wove
Upon the strings and reeds and keys
And burnt into the hearts of the world
With
Chains of beamed black circles
On five evenly-spaced lines
How I long to paint the world as they do!
Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Debussy, Rachmaninov
How can it be that entire worlds unravel in my eyes
At the single brush of the flute’s soliloquy on my ear
Or the glorious fanfare of the orchestra’s tutti
Or the crystal ringing echo on the cold dark keys?
How can shifting regular wavelengths of varying amplitude
Recreate the shimmering reflections in Monet’s Water Lilies
Or the rattling rifles of the Russian Revolution
Or the delicate lace dance of the swans in Swan Lake
Or the whisper of pure liquid moonlight streaming through the windows?
It will never be within my grasp, this magic they work
Twelve notes divided by frequency spaces the twelfth root of two
In measures of three, four, seven, eight simple, compound, irregular
Rearranged into a one-page etude or a thirty-minute symphony
A soli, a diminished seventh in the upper registers
Passionate, fantastical, sparkling, blazing
Breaking the bounds of imagination—
How I wish I could shape sound into beauty, as they did!
I wish I had music,
But all I have are words.
And words limit me to only that much
A paradigm on paper made in ink
A million-strong divine vocabulary
Only showing, telling, implying by nuances—
Nothing, next to the mind-blowing dimensions
That the greatest composers wove
Upon the strings and reeds and keys
And burnt into the hearts of the world
With
Chains of beamed black circles
On five evenly-spaced lines
9.8.09
An in-between
Location: Old laptop
Mood: Um
Just did: proofread Sands of Time
Yup, that's my next story. And I think it has potential to be my best yet. Just wait for it, those of you who actually read.
Of the Dragon, of the Stars is on to its 140th page!!! I don't know how far it has gone since I last posted about it, but all I know is that it has grown a great deal. 140 pages! I never thought that it'd get that far. YAY
Alright, I was only posting for the sake of posting. Felt like it.
SIGH my sisters are now listening to this piece of BLAH called Poker Face. I must say that the video is cool (freakily cool), but the song is...ah. Like all pop songs. Catchy and weird and too techno for my liking.
Impressionist and early twentieth century is still my cup of tea. And the really good J-pop songs that make good use of the orchestra.
Okay, like I said. I was posting because this blog looks dead. So there. Wait for the next one. BYE!
Quote of the week: "P-p-p-f*** her face"~Poker Face lyrics, with a terrible mishear on the maker's part
Mood: Um
Just did: proofread Sands of Time
Yup, that's my next story. And I think it has potential to be my best yet. Just wait for it, those of you who actually read.
Of the Dragon, of the Stars is on to its 140th page!!! I don't know how far it has gone since I last posted about it, but all I know is that it has grown a great deal. 140 pages! I never thought that it'd get that far. YAY
Alright, I was only posting for the sake of posting. Felt like it.
SIGH my sisters are now listening to this piece of BLAH called Poker Face. I must say that the video is cool (freakily cool), but the song is...ah. Like all pop songs. Catchy and weird and too techno for my liking.
Impressionist and early twentieth century is still my cup of tea. And the really good J-pop songs that make good use of the orchestra.
Okay, like I said. I was posting because this blog looks dead. So there. Wait for the next one. BYE!
Quote of the week: "P-p-p-f*** her face"~Poker Face lyrics, with a terrible mishear on the maker's part
17.6.09
GAH I'm ALIVE
Location: New laptop AT HOME :D
Mood: Hungry
Just did: Proofread "Song of the Sea"
I have returned!
Same place as always--Tanjung Bunga, Penang. Let's see...it's humid, computer-less, and has a garden full of dead bamboos. And when I say full, I really mean FULL. As in, covered in dried bamboos from end to end.
But come on, who can hate having two dogs around? Except that one had TICKS, and I actually picked one up. I was completely not scared of it--then it bit my finger and latched on. THAT freaked me out.
(Well, in case you want to know what happened, I plucked it off and flushed it down the toilet wrapped in toilet paper.)
Hm. Every night was Movie Night. We watched about seven movies there, including Twilight (which I love now) and Slumdog Millionaire (which I positively ADORE). We also watched Monsters vs. Aliens in 3D at the cinema, and I must say that I hate wearing glasses AND 3D glasses at the same time.
Okay. Now for the things that have been delayed for more than a week. MEP CAMP WAS AWESOME!! Tiring, ache-inducing, with slightly disgusting food--but it was awesome. I mean it! Now I can't stop singing Oklahoma!! I even dreamt of us performing last night.
And last thing: ABSOLFANATIC IS LEVEL 41
WHOOOOOOOOOO OVER LVL 40!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, never mind that. Very happy, that's all.
And yup, as my last two words said: that's all. BYE!
Mood: Hungry
Just did: Proofread "Song of the Sea"
I have returned!
Same place as always--Tanjung Bunga, Penang. Let's see...it's humid, computer-less, and has a garden full of dead bamboos. And when I say full, I really mean FULL. As in, covered in dried bamboos from end to end.
But come on, who can hate having two dogs around? Except that one had TICKS, and I actually picked one up. I was completely not scared of it--then it bit my finger and latched on. THAT freaked me out.
(Well, in case you want to know what happened, I plucked it off and flushed it down the toilet wrapped in toilet paper.)
Hm. Every night was Movie Night. We watched about seven movies there, including Twilight (which I love now) and Slumdog Millionaire (which I positively ADORE). We also watched Monsters vs. Aliens in 3D at the cinema, and I must say that I hate wearing glasses AND 3D glasses at the same time.
Okay. Now for the things that have been delayed for more than a week. MEP CAMP WAS AWESOME!! Tiring, ache-inducing, with slightly disgusting food--but it was awesome. I mean it! Now I can't stop singing Oklahoma!! I even dreamt of us performing last night.
And last thing: ABSOLFANATIC IS LEVEL 41
WHOOOOOOOOOO OVER LVL 40!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, never mind that. Very happy, that's all.
And yup, as my last two words said: that's all. BYE!
25.5.09
this millennium
I see the pale stars blinking from between the leaves
Those brushing hands cradling the eyes of the deep-ocean sky
Blinking
Blinking
-
The trees are whispering like the showering droplets from the sky
Combing the air like gentle soft brushes, supplicant
Gazing on my dark self as they seek my assurance
My protection
-
The moonlight is caught in my eyes
Glimmering on the points of my fur like drops of ice
Midnight. The silence is to perfection around me
Save the silent singing of the arched branches
Upon the monumental mesas of ancient stone
-
I gaze to the sky, upon the highest point
And the stars seem to point towards the place I stand
I feel their gladness and sorrow, every emotion, for they feel
Indeed
-
My world’s beauty was sustained by one of them
A fallen being from the celestial spheres
One who used to sing in harmony with their perfect music
And then sank through the depths of the ocean above
To land among the broken fragments of heaven,
And the devastation of shaken wastelands
-
And breathed life into it all.
But once its partner-star had vanished from our sky
It fell into a sleep from which I thought it would never wake
It did, a millennium later.
And millennium after millennium
The smiling face never vanished, held in its safeguard of violet prisms
-
And each time, I would stand guard and wait
It is the instinct of our kind to guard the living
And for this was a star, it lived as well, and I took on the job
It was my father’s, his father’s, my every predecessor’s
It was now mine.
-
Its next rebirth was due again. And that year
I was careless. I allowed it to be stolen from me.
At the most important point in time, of all times
Among every of the years that had spun by, I had failed!
-
The sky is a gleaming dish of deep water
There is no end to what I see, no matter how far I have searched
They watch me, eyes that blink so irregularly, so scarcely
-
It fills my eyes, and I feel as if I might drown in it
Beneath the swishing treetops of the highest point
Passed on both sides, by the wind that rings the leaves like bells
-
Then the skies, the trees, the roots at my paws
They are crying out, calling in beseeching to their founder
Their saviour and their strength
As they do each time it awakens
-
It has come! In the distance, I can see it shining
Even beyond a thousand walls, across a million blades of grass
My beautiful star has risen from its sleep of crystal
-
And I must find it.
Leave this vast nest of old stone and wind-stirred leaves
Of endless starlight and washing waves of imagination.
Turn my path
To the world of artificial light, upon the most jagged horizon.
-
Wait yet, I shall arrive for you.
Those brushing hands cradling the eyes of the deep-ocean sky
Blinking
Blinking
-
The trees are whispering like the showering droplets from the sky
Combing the air like gentle soft brushes, supplicant
Gazing on my dark self as they seek my assurance
My protection
-
The moonlight is caught in my eyes
Glimmering on the points of my fur like drops of ice
Midnight. The silence is to perfection around me
Save the silent singing of the arched branches
Upon the monumental mesas of ancient stone
-
I gaze to the sky, upon the highest point
And the stars seem to point towards the place I stand
I feel their gladness and sorrow, every emotion, for they feel
Indeed
-
My world’s beauty was sustained by one of them
A fallen being from the celestial spheres
One who used to sing in harmony with their perfect music
And then sank through the depths of the ocean above
To land among the broken fragments of heaven,
And the devastation of shaken wastelands
-
And breathed life into it all.
But once its partner-star had vanished from our sky
It fell into a sleep from which I thought it would never wake
It did, a millennium later.
And millennium after millennium
The smiling face never vanished, held in its safeguard of violet prisms
-
And each time, I would stand guard and wait
It is the instinct of our kind to guard the living
And for this was a star, it lived as well, and I took on the job
It was my father’s, his father’s, my every predecessor’s
It was now mine.
-
Its next rebirth was due again. And that year
I was careless. I allowed it to be stolen from me.
At the most important point in time, of all times
Among every of the years that had spun by, I had failed!
-
The sky is a gleaming dish of deep water
There is no end to what I see, no matter how far I have searched
They watch me, eyes that blink so irregularly, so scarcely
-
It fills my eyes, and I feel as if I might drown in it
Beneath the swishing treetops of the highest point
Passed on both sides, by the wind that rings the leaves like bells
-
Then the skies, the trees, the roots at my paws
They are crying out, calling in beseeching to their founder
Their saviour and their strength
As they do each time it awakens
-
It has come! In the distance, I can see it shining
Even beyond a thousand walls, across a million blades of grass
My beautiful star has risen from its sleep of crystal
-
And I must find it.
Leave this vast nest of old stone and wind-stirred leaves
Of endless starlight and washing waves of imagination.
Turn my path
To the world of artificial light, upon the most jagged horizon.
-
Wait yet, I shall arrive for you.
23.5.09
Other things that have happened
Location: Old laptop
Mood, Just did: Same as just now
What else happened other than Kris winning American Idol season 8?
We did our MEP practicals. 1st instrument: Ooookay. Considering that I hate Bach and that I had just finished learning my piece before the exam, I did well. No mistakes, which I find pleases me a great deal.
2nd instrument: man, all I can say is: disappoited. I really thought we'd do well! We could play it really, really well--I'm not being arrogant here. It sounded and felt really good, just right. And we were fine...until the page was turned wrongly, and I couldn't play from memory. So...we broke down and had to play it again.
THEN my phone rang. Oh man, when my ringtone started playing, my brain overheated with thoughts like "Oh crapppp I SHOULD HAVE FOLLOWED THE SCHOOL RULES AND TURNED IT OFF--LOOK WHAT IT'S DONE NOW" flying around in my head. Blarrh.
Anyway what's done is done. Predictions: 1st instrument, 44/50; 2nd instrument, 40/50
Okay. Open House today. Let me summarise it: Fire-writing, cheerleaders, badly-prepared "museum guide", algin, concentrated sulphuric acid, crystal gardens, starvation, forgotten retainer boxes and shrinking plastic. Yay, what a festive mood.
Fell asleep for half of church this evening. Managed to catch the back half. Watched the results show again. Enjoyed the group numbers very much.
That's my wonderful recap of the week. Yay.
Quote of the week: "Sir Stamford Raffles, Mr. Lim, and a chicken-shaped cactus. What happens?" ~ 100-question meme
Mood, Just did: Same as just now
What else happened other than Kris winning American Idol season 8?
We did our MEP practicals. 1st instrument: Ooookay. Considering that I hate Bach and that I had just finished learning my piece before the exam, I did well. No mistakes, which I find pleases me a great deal.
2nd instrument: man, all I can say is: disappoited. I really thought we'd do well! We could play it really, really well--I'm not being arrogant here. It sounded and felt really good, just right. And we were fine...until the page was turned wrongly, and I couldn't play from memory. So...we broke down and had to play it again.
THEN my phone rang. Oh man, when my ringtone started playing, my brain overheated with thoughts like "Oh crapppp I SHOULD HAVE FOLLOWED THE SCHOOL RULES AND TURNED IT OFF--LOOK WHAT IT'S DONE NOW" flying around in my head. Blarrh.
Anyway what's done is done. Predictions: 1st instrument, 44/50; 2nd instrument, 40/50
Okay. Open House today. Let me summarise it: Fire-writing, cheerleaders, badly-prepared "museum guide", algin, concentrated sulphuric acid, crystal gardens, starvation, forgotten retainer boxes and shrinking plastic. Yay, what a festive mood.
Fell asleep for half of church this evening. Managed to catch the back half. Watched the results show again. Enjoyed the group numbers very much.
That's my wonderful recap of the week. Yay.
Quote of the week: "Sir Stamford Raffles, Mr. Lim, and a chicken-shaped cactus. What happens?" ~ 100-question meme
No NOOOOOOO HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!?!?
Location: Old laptop at home
Mood: Lost? Disappointed?
Just did: Bathed
Again: HOW?!?!?!?!? How did Kris win???
My top three were ALL in the top four!!! And the one I didn't like just had to win!
He's boring, common and too humble. Bleaghhh. How did he win? How could you, America?
Adam deserved it. And the only redeeming thing about Kris' win is that he acknowledged Adam's deservance. He's the reason I actually bothered to continue watching this season--him and Allison. This stinks. Kris doesn't deserve it.
WAAAHHH
I'm gonna go listen to Mad World again.
Mood: Lost? Disappointed?
Just did: Bathed
Again: HOW?!?!?!?!? How did Kris win???
My top three were ALL in the top four!!! And the one I didn't like just had to win!
He's boring, common and too humble. Bleaghhh. How did he win? How could you, America?
Adam deserved it. And the only redeeming thing about Kris' win is that he acknowledged Adam's deservance. He's the reason I actually bothered to continue watching this season--him and Allison. This stinks. Kris doesn't deserve it.
WAAAHHH
I'm gonna go listen to Mad World again.
2.5.09
AI8AI8AI8
Location: New laptop at home
Mood: empty?
Just did: Checked deviantArt
I'm addicted. I swear it, I'm addicted to American Idol--as much as every game I've ever played. Oh man.
*has a fit* HOW COULD ADAM BE IN THE BOTTOM 3
%&#&**&*
But on the bright side (and I'm very happy for this), Allison and Danny topped the week! And Matt (yes, MATT haha) went home. At last. Kris must go next. Then my top three will be THE top three. Yay.
Mood: empty?
Just did: Checked deviantArt
I'm addicted. I swear it, I'm addicted to American Idol--as much as every game I've ever played. Oh man.
*has a fit* HOW COULD ADAM BE IN THE BOTTOM 3
%&#&**&*
But on the bright side (and I'm very happy for this), Allison and Danny topped the week! And Matt (yes, MATT haha) went home. At last. Kris must go next. Then my top three will be THE top three. Yay.
22.4.09
Hungry and in need of a toilet...
Location: 101 classroom computer
Mood: Hungry (again)
Just did: Random improvisations on the piano
Oh goodness, my last post was ALSO before MEP? Why do I find that amusing?
I heard a familiar piece of music on the radio today! But I just couldn't place it. WHAT WAS IT?!! I'm dying from not knowing! Hm, let me go re-listen to all the music on emusic.
Mmhm, I just started my new novel. It's in a NOTEBOOK! And it's really neat compared to my other ones. Ah well. Just beginning; on page 5 right now.
I think I wanna surf randomly now. There's about 20 minutes until my father comes to fetch me. I just read his tribute to a friend who just died. I have to say it was really sad and well-written...hm.
So...I shall leave again. MEP is fun. The duet is going well. :D
Mood: Hungry (again)
Just did: Random improvisations on the piano
Oh goodness, my last post was ALSO before MEP? Why do I find that amusing?
I heard a familiar piece of music on the radio today! But I just couldn't place it. WHAT WAS IT?!! I'm dying from not knowing! Hm, let me go re-listen to all the music on emusic.
Mmhm, I just started my new novel. It's in a NOTEBOOK! And it's really neat compared to my other ones. Ah well. Just beginning; on page 5 right now.
I think I wanna surf randomly now. There's about 20 minutes until my father comes to fetch me. I just read his tribute to a friend who just died. I have to say it was really sad and well-written...hm.
So...I shall leave again. MEP is fun. The duet is going well. :D
15.4.09
Random post after MEP
Location: 310 classroom computer
Mood: hungryyy
Just did: practiced or piano duet
Yupyup we have to do a piano duet for our practical exam! I'm not new to it; my sis used to learn duet pieces with me, but she wasn't too cooperative. And I always got the harder part. Haha. Now she's stopped learning the piano, though.
So I revisit duets this year (and next, if I continue MEP). I will be playing Ballet, number 4 from Petit Suite by Debussy with Yan Ping. Aaaaaaaah it's NEXT MONTH and I haven't even showed it to my piano teacher yet!!!!!!!!! I am going to die.
Duets are fun! Coordinating with your partner is both the most fun and the most frustrating thing about it. Funny that this is true of so many things, hm? The most fun thing is also the hardest/frustrating.
Hahaha now for a short rant.
Rant no. 1
Why is Sobriquet Nightmare such a nitpicker, with impossibly high taste?!?! I can never please that guy. The closest I ever came was with this long piece of crap called Shadow of the Pendulum. And even then, he complained about the names of my characters (which I would complain about too, actually)!
Someday, I will write a piece of writing that will please that person. But I hope I will do it inadvertently.
Rant no. 2
WHY oh why did the school suddenly block FanFiction.net?!?!?!?! It's not fair. NOT FAIR! Now I have to post at home. AND I CAN ONLY DO THAT ON WEEKENDS NOOOOOOOO
That felt good. Ahhhhh. Time to work on my newest fanfic now. I'm putting a lot of heart into this one. Bye!
Mood: hungryyy
Just did: practiced or piano duet
Yupyup we have to do a piano duet for our practical exam! I'm not new to it; my sis used to learn duet pieces with me, but she wasn't too cooperative. And I always got the harder part. Haha. Now she's stopped learning the piano, though.
So I revisit duets this year (and next, if I continue MEP). I will be playing Ballet, number 4 from Petit Suite by Debussy with Yan Ping. Aaaaaaaah it's NEXT MONTH and I haven't even showed it to my piano teacher yet!!!!!!!!! I am going to die.
Duets are fun! Coordinating with your partner is both the most fun and the most frustrating thing about it. Funny that this is true of so many things, hm? The most fun thing is also the hardest/frustrating.
Hahaha now for a short rant.
Rant no. 1
Why is Sobriquet Nightmare such a nitpicker, with impossibly high taste?!?! I can never please that guy. The closest I ever came was with this long piece of crap called Shadow of the Pendulum. And even then, he complained about the names of my characters (which I would complain about too, actually)!
Someday, I will write a piece of writing that will please that person. But I hope I will do it inadvertently.
Rant no. 2
WHY oh why did the school suddenly block FanFiction.net?!?!?!?! It's not fair. NOT FAIR! Now I have to post at home. AND I CAN ONLY DO THAT ON WEEKENDS NOOOOOOOO
That felt good. Ahhhhh. Time to work on my newest fanfic now. I'm putting a lot of heart into this one. Bye!
12.4.09
Oh the HORROR
Location: Desktop at home
Mood: The mood you feel when you've worked hard on something and it's all wasted
Just did: Typed Of the Dragon, of the Stars
The mood says it all. I just lost two subchapters of my story, because my MP3 Player-thumbdrive crashed, and I didn't back it up enough. Thankfully, I managed to save most of it. But TWO SUBCHAPTERS is about 6 days of work. 12 hours in total. Oh man.
Well, I've managed to type a lot of it back. I feel so...ah, GRARR that I let such a thing happen. Had to redo the emotional chapter all over again, and it isn't easy remembering those emotion descriptions. Those come to you at that moment in time, you know. It's very hard to do it right the second time round.
Enough whining. I don't have much else to say. I've got to sleep now, so I sign off here.
Mood: The mood you feel when you've worked hard on something and it's all wasted
Just did: Typed Of the Dragon, of the Stars
The mood says it all. I just lost two subchapters of my story, because my MP3 Player-thumbdrive crashed, and I didn't back it up enough. Thankfully, I managed to save most of it. But TWO SUBCHAPTERS is about 6 days of work. 12 hours in total. Oh man.
Well, I've managed to type a lot of it back. I feel so...ah, GRARR that I let such a thing happen. Had to redo the emotional chapter all over again, and it isn't easy remembering those emotion descriptions. Those come to you at that moment in time, you know. It's very hard to do it right the second time round.
Enough whining. I don't have much else to say. I've got to sleep now, so I sign off here.
10.4.09
LOL American Idol 8!
Location: Still the same as previous post
Mood: Same
Just did: Posted
Hahaha
Adam Lambert Danny Gokey Allison Iraheta FTW! They'll be the top three. Anoop is good, but his previous performance was sorta off. Don't care about all the rest, really.
Haha yeah I watch AI :D
Mood: Same
Just did: Posted
Hahaha
Adam Lambert Danny Gokey Allison Iraheta FTW! They'll be the top three. Anoop is good, but his previous performance was sorta off. Don't care about all the rest, really.
Haha yeah I watch AI :D
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