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My name is Chuz.
Or you could call me Zenn.

I'm a computer & chilli addict :D

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I have a bran brian biran brain!

Ok! Finally back from school, an extremely lethargic day. Didnt know how I survived through the whole day, from waking up at 5am to leaving school at 5.30pm. At least I have a brain ;D


Ok, so it was saturday night, and I was awake, until 5am. Then I decided to sleep then. Ok everything fine, no ghosts no nothing. And then I woke up at 10am :O So immediately, my extremely clever brain says to me,"Hey, go back to sleep. It's too early to be awake." My brain sure can think well.


And yes, I finally hit 8000 stumbles, as expected, since the weekends are a total boreeeeeeeee. At last count, it was 8099. No kidding. Ok, make that 8100. Looks nicer. I didnt cheat on that.


Today, was the first lesson I didnt finish my english homework on time. Really, it was both bad planning and too immersed in the details. Shucks, it's gonna be a one off only tho.


Okay, off to think about what homework I have.


Kewl kewl kewl kewl

Booooooooon.

It's like stoning time yet again. I've nothing to do until 1.30, when my role as a human alarm clock is needed. In case you were wondering who, it's my dad. To a disbeliever, yes you, it's trueee.


So I had stumbled, using Stumbleupon, 7700 pages when I last checked yesterday. And I racked up almost 300 more webpages to make it almost 8000. 36 more if I'm not wrong. But it's very misleading, in that out of 100 pages I stumble, I will more often than not close half the number of tabs, due to irrelevance or disinterest. I like how random the websites are. That's how the berry came about.


I am like at a disadvantage in school. My lessons are starting to clash like no one's business. Just yesterday, I had to choose between F&N coursework and Geog lesson. I took Geog for the reasons that I didnt wanted to do F&N after cca and that my Geog is lagging. And that happens every week. So, I think I may alternate between the two.


Flame target of the day: New cca teacher.

Being a cca teacher does not make you any more superior than a cow on steroids. In fact, before you start asserting your authority about how you want things run around here, you may want to learn something, anything you can find, on graphic designing. In the case that you read my blog, and that you cant find anything on graphic design, I have some here for you. To DESIGN something, with quality of course, you need time, a proper environment, tools, inspiration and many others. You cant simply rush me into creating a fucking masterpiece in that pitiful 3 hours of cca. I can confidently say I do more with my 1 hour at home than 3 hours in school. So, next time, before you say you want something done, think about it. Show me your credentials before you come fucking me around. You dont come and say,"You, get this done within 5 minutes." Now gtfo.


YES! Night study sessions are up, which means I get to stay in school instead of home, which sucks at keeping me concentrated. Mon, wed and fri only tho, which means I still get to slack.


I want to be a linguist.

Lo que soy.

Here with closed eyes.

I think I got a sleeping disorder, in that I cannot sleep too much. Like, if I sleep too much, I will feel more sleepy when I am deprived of sleep. Weird eh. I feel much better sleeping at 1am and waking at 5 than sleeping at 7pm waking at 7am.


Kay, I think my chem is holding out well. All I have to do now is to stem the drop in physics, and my distinction for comb. sci. may just come for me. And I am thinking that I am not going to concentrate any longer for comb. humans.


I suddenly have this desire to get a new computer, so that I can do stuff which I cannot do now with my limited computer. But all that will have to wait until the end of the year at least. :S


Okay my eyes are closing. More to come in the days to arrive.

Black in essence.

Doppelganger.

Morning. So like this is prolly one of the few morning posts. Why I am awake, when I should rightfully belong in bed? Because, I have to wake up at 8am, and I dont trust myself to sleep and wake up. So, the whole night was gone to dota - one of the few days that I can really enjoy. Hols end and that's it. I've been rotting in my chair for approx 17 hours, save for a 2 hour movie break in between.


this basically shows what I am up to


A few pieces of homework undone, but other than that should be prepared for school. Still have an effing 1 1/2 cca poster to do tho, and inspiration isn't any closer than I am to immortality. So, praise be to the Gods, lemme be inspired.


Yesterday night was extraordinary indeed. Colours galore like a rainbow.



at around 6 plus.


notice the rainbow


turns purple with a faint rainbow


purple with barely any rainbow left


I didnt take this, but you get the drift


this morning, just only


due to popular demand, so I took 1 more (read: total boredom)

P.s. My camera is perfectly fine.


School's back soon, which is really gonna suck. This means that I have to study harder and I am listening to Ayumi's new album now. Sounds like any other japanese song :$


FUG! I forgot to buy kofi. Nevermind, I'm just gonna eat an apple.


I am fine, very much alive.

The best of both worlds.

Blah.I just realised, that I am pretty much free over the holidays! Yippee! But still, loads to catch up on, for example, physics. Like A1 in comb. sci turned into a B4 just cause I got 40/100 for physics.


I'm like catching onto slow melodic and fast screaming metallic songs. I listen to the latter in dota, and the former when doing everything else. Static-X anyone?


Sian, I think my photoshop fail. Long time no play, rusty like iron. Add school to that and you get a equation of epic no time. Maybe I'll churn out something tmr, when I have some time.


Wait for me, ima get a Asus VX5. Gogo earn $ at year end.


I like this.

Turn of events.

I've just wasted approximately 3 hours just on reformatting my computer. It's done now, but its still more or less the same. The reason why I wanted to reformat my comp is just so that I cannot play games. Considering that both Windows XP and Vista are compatible with games, I had to look for another OS. Yes, Windows 7, totally incompatible with games, which is just what I need.



So, I did everything and stuff, WLM and things I need. I think it is incompatible with games, I didnt try installing any though, cause I couldnt even get to that part. Apparently, they removed the WLM from the systray. I mean yes, I want to stop playing games, but not at a cost of my WLM too. So, I rollbacked to Windows XP, which sadly mean I would be able to play games, for good or bad.


At least my desktop is pretty empty now, taking up 1/4 of it instead of 1/2 or more of my desktop.


And not surprisingly, I improved on my academic work. Surprisingly, I did better for maths than for english :S

So that means there is still a load of brushing up I have to do. Darn the hols, but at least I have thursday and the weekends free.


Edit: YES! I JUST HAD HAM FOR DINNER!

what would it be now?

Undeserved Spoils?

Sometimes, its not the value of the prize that matters. It's more of how much effort and how hard you have worked towards it. So, I feel much better about the bronze than the silver I got. That silver could have and should have been a shimmering gold one. Oh well no point dwelling on it anymore.


Wen for lunch with Eric, Terry and Yuwei. Then, from lot 1, we walked to Bpp. By the time we reached, it took just a few paces to tire out. So went home from there.


Napped for an hour, and I am going to do my english essay right after I finish this post. (RIGHT AWAY)


Finally finished my TA for f&n. Tons of brain cells killed over thinking. At least I think it will be smooth sailing from now on. Except for the nursery-visiting part. Like wow, gotta take peektures of a nursery.


I see things arent moving the way I would like em to. I want an effing A1 for english plz.

You leave me devastated.

There is no fail.

Rained again. Praying damn hard that it wouldnt rain on wednesday. Like rain in the early morning still ok, can lemme come to sch later. But raining in the aftnoon sucks big time.


And YES! I EFFING PASSED MY FIRST MATHS TEST SINCE 2 YEARS AGO! That sure took long. Eh, not mediocre pass only ok. ITZ 19/20. However, I gotta have to burst my own bubble, in that it was an easy topic (Probability), and its all but one of the topics I need to study for. And the sucky thing is that there is a retest for Standard Dev, which I totally suck in. Help?


Chem chem chem, tomorrow is chem test. Redox. Full marks maybe? Yet to study, but should be able to cope. Had english compo just today, not bad, should be 21 if it all goes well. Hopefully


Ok, I just have to say it. My class have retards in it. Real retarded ones, and I'm not afraid to say it. So, outta my sight plz.


And I think ima get a English name. That will be at the end of the year, where I can start earning money for the deed poll. Prolly around $100 for that.



Face of the day. Lovely.


Chug.

Abiding or shortlived?

Fri was a total bore, albeit a slack day. Watched a video for geog, went to Media Fiesta for cca, and upon return, complete the video. So was no surprise that I landed on my bed barely an hour after reaching home.



And and and, I think I am going to pass my maths test for the FIRST time ever! I screwed up the first test, but there was a life-saver in the second. Pass pass pass pass pass please.


English compo is up tomorrow. Bloody hell havent done a compo in years. Acing should somehow come as a wonderful present if it comes.


Did nuts to my homework yesterday. But at least I am thinking of doing it today. No promises, but prolly gonna do it. Ytd, was the same as every other Saturday, rot rot rot.


K off to study english.


Its ending...

Blurry, dreary.

HI!

Just back from Sport heats, which miraculously did not rain. But it was the fourth time, how wasteful is that. But it still is raining - at night. Everyday is a rainy day.

There were a few last minute changes, which made me end up running for another team. *shrugs* I joined for the fun of it only also. So it doesnt matter. But I cant jump ship to blue house now, cause I got a 10x200m team ;D

I am beginning to dread going to school. It's like, a tad meaningless. But I still have my aces to go for, so... gogo.

Basically that's what this week is up to now.


Caring for your introvert

I find it extremely kewl. Like quite true too.


So, Ima gogo win 2 medals for Sports day this year. No promises tho :S

Pattering.

A day of nothing.

One week. Let's summarise what I did.

It would basically be school, crap, stone, absorb, laugh, home, surf, dota, and sleep. That's the brief one.

English is getting worse for me. Not the lessons, nor the teacher, but my grasp of the language. Like wtf? A comprehension that I could totally comprehend, but which questions left me stumped, giving me a 16/28. I am beginning to question if I was ever good in english in the first place. I mean like, comprehending words doesnt count. And I can say for sure, I fucked up that summary. I certainly hope that doesnt spell the end of my A1 for english.

K now on physics. Like ggendplz. I realised my understanding of reflection and refraction is still not there yet, not anywhere near for that matter.

Didnt manage to submit my entry for the Trexi toy design competition. Not that I give a damn. I mean, my design wasnt good to begin with, why waste my and their time? Ima do some brushing up first.

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I was reading some stories, when I stumbled upon this, one which captured my heart.

"My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines, Iowa. I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons, something I've done for over 30 years.

Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy, though I have taught some talented students.

However, I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged" pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student.

Well, Robby began his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.

Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play some day." But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.

Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed that because of his lack of ability he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed to the students’ homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out, he really did not qualify.

He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss Hondorf . . .I've just got to play!" he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right.

The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends, and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my "curtain closer".



Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an egg-beater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"

Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys; they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. . . from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by a person his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.

Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? "

Through the microphone Robby explained: "Well, Miss Hondorf . . . . remember I told you my mom was sick? Well actually she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well . . . . she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy. I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.

No, I've never had a prodigy, but that night I became a prodigy . . . of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why."

I would think so.