Dear Milo,
It's a minute before midnight, so that just gives me enough time to squeeze in another English Blog Post.
Gosh I'm getting a headache from all that mugging. Currently, I'm struggling against time to finish mugging economics. I usually leave it to the eleventh hour to ensure that it sticks, but this time it's quite overwhelming.
For GP, I am quite resigned to the fact that I'm not going to write any essay that has got to do with any of the topics which have info packs. I usually find it more interesting to write about topics that are not very popular, especially if it falls within my "economist" pool of knowledge. But I must admit that I take on really perilous topics at times, such as "Should Literature be made a compulsory subject in schools?" or other unpopular topics which I have little or no knowledge about. Hopefully such a situation does not materialise again.
Anyway, the weekend of sports turned out to be rather tepid. Man U beat Stoke city 2-0 with two excellent assists from Giggs, but that was about all. I was pleasantly surprised that Chelsea lost to Wigan 3-1 though, and I had the honour of watching the wigan put a nail into the coffin of Ancelloti et al. F1 was rather ok, but nothing interesting or dramatic happened. Kimi also came in 10th, which was a huge disappointment. If I were the team principal, I would have equipped Kimi's car with extra light fuel, get him to pit early, then get Fisichella to crash his car (maybe underneath the MRT track, so that you can blame the crash on electromagnetic waves that screwed up the gearbox). That way, Kimi could have truimphed.
Ok then. I had better go to sleep. One more day to mug econs....and GP (sadly it's not Grand Prix). Shall continue writing to you tomorrow.
Cheers.
And to all readers.... All the best for your promos!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Musical Degradation
Dear Milo,
Promos is fast approaching so here is another 3 minute post!
Gosh, yesterday marked one of the low points of my piano playing. I had so much problems with the Mozart Sonata that I was really forced to take a step back and review my technique and general piano playing! It was really terrible, and everything went wrong after. The ghouls of Rach and Liszt are now breathing down my neck for messing up their songs.
Sometimes it really hurts, especially since I've given up so much (notably my studies and grades) to try to brush up on something that I'm passionate about. Hey but I guess everything comes with their ups and downs.
Nevertheless, competition is imminent though. If I don't brush up quickly, I might just self destruct on stage.
For now, I'll just have to stop playing the piano- something that I have not done for close to half a year now- just to cool off.
Rach and Liszt would be happy.
Promos is fast approaching so here is another 3 minute post!
Gosh, yesterday marked one of the low points of my piano playing. I had so much problems with the Mozart Sonata that I was really forced to take a step back and review my technique and general piano playing! It was really terrible, and everything went wrong after. The ghouls of Rach and Liszt are now breathing down my neck for messing up their songs.
Sometimes it really hurts, especially since I've given up so much (notably my studies and grades) to try to brush up on something that I'm passionate about. Hey but I guess everything comes with their ups and downs.
Nevertheless, competition is imminent though. If I don't brush up quickly, I might just self destruct on stage.
For now, I'll just have to stop playing the piano- something that I have not done for close to half a year now- just to cool off.
Rach and Liszt would be happy.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The Awakening
Dear Milo,
With only one week before the dreaded promotional exams begin, time is running short! Since I have only 5 minutes to update my long overdue blog, I've decided to push forward my English Post!
Peculiar, it was, for me to have awaken in a cemetery, sodden with mud, and smothered with midges. It was as if I had awaken from death, and been endowed with a second chance to live in the death-ridden mortal world once more. Sweeping the grubs off my visage, I scanned my immediate surroundings meticulously, dazed and hopelessly confused.
It was then I heard a sound...A sound that preceded a whiff of a stench that spoke of a deathly funk of 20,000 years. To my horror, there, in front of me, was a hand...emerging from the ground like a newborn sapling....
I might have been dead- I wasn't sure- but I certainly feared the undead. As the hand clawed its way out of the soil, I hid behind a withered bush just a few metres away from the hand.
Slowly but surely, the cadaver emerged from the ground, losing one of his hands in the process. His body was punctuated with livid white scars- scars which told the story of a gruesome death marked by a slew of malicious stabs. With his remaining hand, he pulled out the knife that was lodged in his neck,and grabbed the tombstone in front of him to haul himself up.
His face, ominously inscrutable, nevertheless told a story of a life full of acrimony and animosity. He was burning with hatred, and lusting for gore.
It was then I realised, that not too far away, was a man who was kneeling down in front of a tombstone...
It was then that I also realised....that blood was going to be shed....
(To be continued)
Oh no! I am out of time! Guess I have to continue next time!
With only one week before the dreaded promotional exams begin, time is running short! Since I have only 5 minutes to update my long overdue blog, I've decided to push forward my English Post!
Peculiar, it was, for me to have awaken in a cemetery, sodden with mud, and smothered with midges. It was as if I had awaken from death, and been endowed with a second chance to live in the death-ridden mortal world once more. Sweeping the grubs off my visage, I scanned my immediate surroundings meticulously, dazed and hopelessly confused.
It was then I heard a sound...A sound that preceded a whiff of a stench that spoke of a deathly funk of 20,000 years. To my horror, there, in front of me, was a hand...emerging from the ground like a newborn sapling....
I might have been dead- I wasn't sure- but I certainly feared the undead. As the hand clawed its way out of the soil, I hid behind a withered bush just a few metres away from the hand.
Slowly but surely, the cadaver emerged from the ground, losing one of his hands in the process. His body was punctuated with livid white scars- scars which told the story of a gruesome death marked by a slew of malicious stabs. With his remaining hand, he pulled out the knife that was lodged in his neck,and grabbed the tombstone in front of him to haul himself up.
His face, ominously inscrutable, nevertheless told a story of a life full of acrimony and animosity. He was burning with hatred, and lusting for gore.
It was then I realised, that not too far away, was a man who was kneeling down in front of a tombstone...
It was then that I also realised....that blood was going to be shed....
(To be continued)
Oh no! I am out of time! Guess I have to continue next time!
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