*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.

Inspiration/ Hilarity

`cirque. (by Nick)
The Joel Stein
Hyperbole and a Half (by Allie Brosh)

Pointless Yakking

No chatbox.


UnPoints of Note

1. I write when fancy takes. Sometimes, fancy takes many months of leave.
2. Never give up on this blog. I will eventually come back. When fancy has returned from its unfaithful travels.
3. All posts labelled Randomosity were written while I was on my junior college's blog team.
4. Everything is written as a challenge to myself. And it's all in good fun. Cheerio!


A Lesson in Confidence
Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Confidence. Forever elusive. Just when you think you have it, you learn it is a mirage and naught but an illusion. I was pretty sure I had it pat down earlier this year. Now I learn otherwise.

Confidence can be an act. Mine certainly was.

Confidence can be specific. For instance, I'm a socially unconfident person, but in my forte--singing--I reek of confidence. To the extent that some may mistake it as arrogance. I try to prove them wrong.

Confidence can be contagious. And that's the lesson I shall elaborate on today.

Remember the two-part mini series I wrote some time back on my singing exam? Remember how sure I was that I screwed it up? That was my first taste of lacking confidence in what has been my forte for a few years. Well, for the record, I got a Distinction. 145 marks out of 150. I scored full marks for my first three (accompanied by piano) pieces. All my marks were lost once my anxiety and nervousness set in. I was shocked. I was amazed. I was overjoyed. My mother? Of course she congratulated me, but at the same time, she was no where near surprised. She had enough confidence in me that she believed I would attain my Distinction despite all my fears.

Yong Siew Toh Conservatory of Music, NUS, will be allowing students to major in Voice as an instrument from next year onwards. It is a dream come true. I'm eligible for application despite not taking Music 'O' Levels and 'A' Levels. It doesn't matter that I'm still doing Theory Grade 6 ABRSM, effectively rendering me STILL ineligible to take H2 Music in our school. It is the chance of a lifetime. I have spent time regretting past choices I made that have turned me into a late starter and destroyed my chances at pursuing classical music as a career. Taking Grade 5 at 17 years of age is VERY unimpressive. Still, there is a window of opportunity for me to now pursue my first love, never mind the mistakes I've made.

Since the selection is based mainly on the audition, my mother is convinced I'll get in. She doesn't say, "If you get into Yong Siew Toh" as I think to myself. She says, "WHEN you are in Yong Siew Toh..." THAT's how confident she is in me. Shall I adopt her confidence and make it my own? Shall I allow it to INFECT me?

Yes. I shall.

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Chanson des Étoiles at 7:45 PM


Dating Your Mother 101
Sunday, September 12, 2010

I’m serious about this. I really am. Who said dates are strictly romantic? In my family, we have ‘mother-daughter’, ‘mother-son’ etc. dates all the time. Since, you know, ailing family relations are all the rage right now (at least in GP essays), I thought I’d give my two cents’ worth.

It’s all about quality time, right? Kay, so maybe that isn’t everyone’s love language, but it counts. I mean, how close would you be to a doting aunt who lives on the next continent but sends you a gift every week, even if your primary love language is Gifts?


So, here’s some of the stuff I do when I go out with my mum:

1.
Haircut
2.
Facial
3.
Massage
4.
Shopping
5.
Movie

My mum and I do all of the above fairly regularly, and all our quality time has helped our relationship develop—to the point where she’s one of my best friends. Of course, our relationship is quite different as compared with what I have with other friends my age, since there’s still that age gap and the respect that has to be awarded her.


But anyway, my point is that having my Mum as a best friend has its perks. And if you aren’t close to your Mum, you really don’t know what you’re missing. I mean, she has a lot more life experience, and sometimes, when I’m in a dilemma, talking to her actually helps. She gives me practical advice, and even though she may not always be as comforting as I want her to be, sometimes it isn’t really comfort you need but cold hard facts. This is in contrast with teenage friends who have about as much life experience as you, and hence aren’t really much help, harsh as it sounds.


Go ahead. Try spending more time with your Mum. Doing the kind of stuff you’d do with other friends works. :)

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Chanson des Étoiles at 2:47 PM


Privacy
Thursday, September 2, 2010

Privacy. What is privacy to you? Is it determined by the number of friends you have on Facebook?

The Internet is often blamed for the loss of privacy in today’s world, with Facebook the ever popular example. But, can we really blame the Internet for opening our lives to one and all, when we are the ones who choose to?

Someone fainted in school this morning. I do not know how she feels about it, but I know I would be mighty embarrassed by the settling of curious eyes on my slackened form had I been in her position. Like everyone else, I found it hard to keep my eyes off the ‘spectacle’. But I tried my best not to, because I’d hate the attention, and perhaps, she did too. And that got me thinking about privacy.

Maybe you don’t quite see the link; frankly, I’m not sure I do either. But the point is, privacy is determined by so much more than triviality like Facebook. We are constantly surrounded by choices regarding our privacy. Do I tell my friend/ teacher/ family how I feel?

Privacy is a perception of the mind, and its definition varies from person to person. To me, it’s about my emotions and thoughts on my life, rather than the events in my life itself (the latter of which Facebook publicises). What about you?

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Chanson des Étoiles at 8:37 AM