jusT being my self in making a diff me! well i am just me.. i think alot, i talked alot and i love making friends.. that who i am no doubt. but in all i Thank God for everything He has done for me Visit my Tabulas!

November 27th, 2009

Day 27: almost there.
POSTED AT 12:59 PM

I have five thousand more words to go. 4,483 to be exact, but might as well pad it a bit, as the nanowrimo.org verifier varies by a few hundred words. (Heard it's mainly due to recognitions of dashes and em-dashes, but who cares?). I mean, who on earth stops a novel at EXACTLY 50k words anyway? Haha. 

It's the Haj break today... so I have all afternoon (and all night) to write so... I AM SO GOING TO FINISH THIS TONIGHT! 

Editing will come probably next month, though I'm a little more keen to continue editing the Aloof / Would You Just Listen story (been working on amalgamating both and streamlining them, since it's somewhere about the same timeline).

If all goes well, book review of Ten Silver Coins: The Drylings of Acchora by Andrew Kooman should be done tomorrow. (Assuming that I finish the nano novel tonight.)

I have too many plans, really. Just too many. But. Happy.

Euphoria.

Nothing beats a healthy wordcount. =)

Now for lunch, then some sprinting. Word sprinting, that is. 


Reading: Prince, hahaha!
Listening to: clickety click of happy fingers


November 26th, 2009

Holi-Holi-DAY!
POSTED AT 11:48 PM

I'm off to the place:

- where clouds gather

- where the air is cool and misty (hopefully!)

- where screams from people, young and old, can be heard

- where people travel to, during the long weekend

- where people spend their money, and sometimes.... WAY too much.



Ahhh... don't you just love the long weekend?



November 23rd, 2009

lunch: things that make me laugh
POSTED AT 01:22 PM

 

Noted on the toilet door:

DO NOT SQUAT!

It will be dangerous to squat.
It will be embarrassing when people come to rescue you.

Bomba people will be called.

(cartoon of man with a foot stuck in the toilet bowl being carried out by the fire dept)

Well, that's not verbatim, but... maybe I'll take a pic the next time.



November 22nd, 2009

Day 22!
POSTED AT 04:48 PM

I think I try to cram too many things into one Sunday. Or maybe I am too last minute a person.

So far, nanowrimo + vox prac + body jam + vox class = quick run through, maybe 200 words and being late. 

So it's four-ish in the afternoon and I think I need to get some wordcount down before dinner. 2012 maybe after that.

I spend a lot of money when the elephant comes home

Meh.

Goals for the day: at least another 2k words, then maybe the book review. 

We'll see how it goes.

It's funny how my blog turns into something like a journal when I'm doing nanowrimo. Have too many words to spew out in the novel to think of anything funny and interesting to say.

Maybe I'll post an excerpt. Hm, yes. 

---

 

“Ah Girl!” he called as he entered the apartment (With the L appropriately not pronounced, in the typical Chinese-school way – something like… 'ah girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr' ).

There was no response.

“Oi Ah Gir ah! Are you awake or not?” he called again.

There was a grumbling from the smaller room, and Princess came out. “What you want now?”

“Can make me Milo ah? I need a drink before I sleep.”

“Make by yourself lah. Big baby.”

“Aiya, do it for your kor la. Simple thing like that also…”

“Fine, fine, fine. Bum la you.”

“Ha, and then what was that thing about buying a Ming vase from that that Ting ting something shop? Too rich is it?”

“Haiya cheap only la. Less than hundred.”

“Imitation is it?”

“Dunno la.”

“Then why you buy?”

“Pretty what.”

Prince shook his head at this. “Girls!” he exclaimed. Taking his steaming hot Milo from his sister’s hands, he went into his room and shut the door.

Princess grumbled at his closed door for a while, then switched off the lights and went back to bed, complaining about pampered little boys who refused to grow up.

---

 

(Ok, that was rather random, but I liked that bit )

(8 more days, 15k to go. Time to buck up.)

(My writing's normal curve ends at about 30k. For some reason. I'll be a short novelist, I think. But some classic novels are quite short at any rate. Argh. Okay. Time to write.)

(I wish twitter weren't so distracting.)

(Bye now. Really. Yes. Bye.)

*post*

 



November 21st, 2009

It Don't Matter If You're Black or White.
POSTED AT 12:55 AM

Though I had a stressful day (reason: work) yesterday , what Josh said about this picture made me laugh SO hard:

"one bak zam kai and one siew kai..."

HAHahHahaha!

Thanks dear.



November 19th, 2009

in lieu of a post, a chat.
POSTED AT 12:09 AM

I say: the continuing saga of anna vs cockroach

t says: and it seems the cockroach always wins

I say: there was a huge one in the hotel bathroom
I say: NO I KILLED IT!!!!
I say: SMASHED FLAT!!!

t says: haha
t says: is it stuck on the floor

I say: haha
I say: no no it's in the dust bin
I say: which i'm so paranoid i still occasionally check to make sure it hasn't disappeared
I say: lol

t says: right
t says: lol
t says: if there is one
t says: there might be more

I say: i knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I say:
I say: do u think i should ask the hotel staff to spray the room now.??
I say: but then afterwards can't sleep cos of the smell
I say: hai.
I say: i hate this  

t says: hmm
t says: no point asking for a change room also
t says: lol u just have to get over ur fears

I say: haha
I say: the problem with this fear is that it's irrational
I say: so it's hard to try to talk myself out of it



November 18th, 2009

Scary-Movie Function
POSTED AT 10:38 PM

My favourite Canon camera has gone cuckoo!

Yes, the same camera that helped me capture the beautiful scenery of Mt. Kinabalu and Perth.

It has... *chokes back tears* gone haywire!


The pictures are kinda freaky... when taken without using the flash. It is as if it's taken from a horror movie.

My brother and dad had fun with it though. Haha.

 

Check it out:

  
Mum                                            Me    

  
Papa                                 YK

 

Scary or what?!?



November 16th, 2009

Constipation of emotions
POSTED AT 05:38 PM

You know what's worse than missing someone?

It's when you can't tell the person you miss him. In fact, you can't tell anyone.

Expressing your emotions will not change anything, instead, it might make things worse.

But within you, there's a constant blubber, you just want to let it out, tell someone, anyone.

But no one will understand. And even if they do, how can they help?

So you take a deep breath and swallow it with a gulp,

Sway with the motions of the day.

Then you return home, and regurgitate,

Into the world wide web.

Probably does not help. (it may even make things harder)

But at least now it's out there.

Somewhere.



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