*The Pointless Writer*
has a life you're completely uninterested in. But it's okay because I can write. No abbreviations. No shoddy grammar (though I'm not immune to mistakes). Just quality writing on sometimes completely pointless topics.
UnPoints of Note
1. I write when fancy takes. Sometimes, fancy takes many months of leave.
Voice Exam. (Huh? What's That?)
It gives me a certain childish glee to be able to tell people I am taking a voice exam and get blank looks in return, and then have to explain to them that yes, there ARE singing exams, and yes, I AM taking one next Friday (6 August). And before you throw the words “CHEAP THRILL” in my face, let me tell you that it is ANYTHING but cheap. The exam itself (I’m doing Grade 5, by the way) cost $220. Don’t even get me started on the cost of my private lessons or the amount I have to pay the accompanist. And no, I’m not some rich kid. I’m immensely grateful to my parents for believing in me, even though I’m such a late starter (started private lessons less than two years ago) and for financing this expensive hobby-passion of mine.
So, what exactly do I have to do for this unheard-of exam? (I myself never knew it existed, till my parents suggested it.) Well, for Grade 5, I have to sing 3 songs with piano accompaniment and 1 folk song without accompaniment. There are specific lists for each grade, as with piano, and specific versions that are accepted. Interested in my repertoire?
List A: Nina (Italian love song by a mother about her lovesick daughter)
List B: Maria Wiegenlied, No. 52 from Schlichte Weisen, Op. 76 (German lullaby about Mary and Jesus) My apologies for being unable to type proper German alphabet.
List C: The Birds’ Lament, No.1 from The Aviary (English love song about 5 birds)
Folk Song: Molihua (Chinese love song)
Have you noticed the recurrent theme? LOVE. Ahh, if only I could identify with that. I’ve never been so in love that it’s crippled my capabilities, which is evidently the case in each of these songs. Side-note: at Grade 5, I’m only required to sing in 2 languages. I guess I’m the embodiment of the kiasu Singaporean. I mean, if I can sing 4, why not show off in hopes of a better grade, right?
It actually crossed my mind earlier this week to write about my voice exam, but I thought, “Hmm… Would anyone really be interested in my personal life?” Today, though, Mr. Daniel Tan was so intrigued by the existence of voice (singing) exams that he felt I should write about mine. And I’m pretty dry on ideas, so I’ve taken his suggestion. I’ll write about the actual exam itself next week, after it’s over. So, watch out for Part 2 of “Voice Exam. (Huh? What’s That?)”. It'll be like nothing you've ever read before. ;)
The Art of Can
I feel like being utterly nonsensical today. Maybe it’s because my head is pounding; maybe it’s because my nose is running; maybe it’s because I’m on mc; or maybe it’s due to my writer’s block. Honestly, I can’t think of anything remotely creative to write on. Therefore, instead of BEING creative, I’ve decided to cover something that IS creative.
Welcome, dear readers, to the fantastical world of…
I can hear the scritch-scratching of fingers on greasy hairy heads. How disgusting. ;) Just kidding; I’m sure all you fabulous readers have clean and shiny bald heads. (Ahh yes, I HAVE lost a few screws after all. Do let me know if you come across any. I would appreciate to have them back.)
Let me explain. Red Bull is, in essence, an energy drink, which my younger brother is not allowed to drink due to the eviilll chemicals swimming in it. (Again, I digress.) But it is not the topic of this post. Let me lead you to, specifically, The Art of Can.
It is a competition/exhibition of can sculptures made of, you guessed it, Red Bull cans. It’s probably another advertising gimmick, but that aside, it’s one that’s actually worth checking out. That, sweet readers, is exactly what I decided to do on Youth Day.
If you manage to find your way to the new *SCAPE Mall, conveniently overshadowed by Cathay Cineleisure, you will find a small glass room on the fifth floor devoted to the gleaming majesties. These sculptures have deigned to appear to us in forms recognizable, including a bicycle that might run you over by the entrance, two entrancing merlions, beautiful albeit miniscule dresses, countless flowers (the Vanda Miss Joaquim impressed me the most) and many other similarly mind-blowing masterpieces.
Without the full-length glass walls, I can assure you that you would feel cooped-up, possibly claustrophobic, maybe even oppressed. But the phenomenal transparency of glass allows sunlight to stream in, glinting off these wondrous metallic creations, which appear so intricate you wonder if they were made by human hands at all. Perhaps all that fine snipping and gluing, which would have demanded days and weeks of time from a short human life (the span of which can be counted on 10 fingers if numerated as decades), was in fact the work of fairies. Anything is possible in a place that can compete with Alice’s Wonderland.
Since a picture says a thousand words, I shall add a few here. (Unfortunately, I am not one to take pictures and am unable to find any of the sculptures actually on display in Singapore. If you want to see local talent, you will simply have to find the place yourself. Moreover, you get to bring home a booklet filled with pictures of the artworks since you can’t bring the art home yourself, unless you’ve no qualms about theft that is.)
If it looks like a wreck, look again. I had to.
This marine creature could compete with Davy Jones in Pirates of the Caribbean.