Rev Dr. Sean (Arts director of the Singapore guitar board)

Going nuts

OH YEAH! FEEL THE PAIN. FEED ON YOUR SELF PITY AND ANGUISH. GO CRAZY!
WALLOW IN A POOL EXCRUCIATING AGONIZING FILTH.

posted by Red @ 8:45 PM 0 comments

The 14th post

Most well-mannered salutations.

Today, is a glorious day. A day to be remembered. It isn't just any ordinary day, but the most important day of the year. Today is the day, when the insignificant are clothed with the significance and magnificence of the sun. Why this day and not any other day? Well, we are but little men; and do not call forth the rain.

Yes, it is THE 14th post. What's so special about the 14th post - you might say. I assure you, with all manner of assurance, that this post is what chicken is to rice in our pathetic, hectic life. The 14th post is to be honoured, respected, loved, with the strength and diligence of a humming bird. The surreal experience one gets from reading the 14th post is beyong an adrenaline spate from a river of ecstacy. The cascade of exhilaration, bursting through the diamond riveted seems, is beyond comprehension of the setting sun. WHY the 14th post? why not the 13th or 15th? Such questions are inappropriate in conjuction to the extent of the infinite answer. To describe the simplicity of this madly complicated theorem of joy, confusion and divine appointment, one must receive THE enlightenment. Why the enlightenment and not light diffusionment? Again, the depth of the answer is as deep as the universe. Until men finds the key to step onto the edge of what holds matter, we all have to conform with humble ignorance.

For those who have yet to come to terms with reality, yes! - this is the14th post. Open your eyes sunshine, morning glory, chrysanthemum, a new dawn awaits this blistering creek. For it holds the true treasures to life. In fact, it is the essence of all life. The significance of this event, holds more value than when the foundation of this earth held superficial matter.

No, this is not a joke. And for those who are new, we are just getting started. You will understand, beyond a possible undestanding, why this post is so marvellous. You will gleam with tears, when you grasp the importance of this day. This privelledged day, chosen out of the millions of suitable days, is a day that no memory bank has the power to clean. So just be prepared for the wave of astonishment that is about to blow you away.

posted by Red @ 6:15 PM 1 comments

Hey

Greetings to everyone in this ever growing community.

I would like to announce my attempt on acting out what bloggers do. Here goes:

Today was a day filled with coffee. On top of that, I got many tests, where I discovered my papers were a shade of yellow. Furthermore, I saw many of my classmates in class. Amazing? The teachers were all wearing shirts and trousers, and doing what they do best- teaching. So the saying goes, the pupil surpasses the teacher. However, this was not the case.

Teachers are a fine bunch of charlie chaplins. They make you wonder why the science of discipline revolves around the fabrication of authority. This is, of course, apart from home economics. Home economics, pastoral care and values education are fine subjects indeed. They fix prenumbra shadows on people, with a mentality of boredom. They also dilute the sensible lobe of our complex brain. Just like how the blind's visual cortex is still active although they are blind. We are a people of morals, and not education. Work, but not industriousness.

So it seems that the day was not of school, but of thought. Yes the clouds were in high altitudes today. They filled the sky in a sparce-like pattern. Birds seemed to add sensibility to a dull environment; an artifical nature. I spent the rest of my day sitting in my greyish-white chair, staring at what seems to be a black forest. When curriculum activities stop at the end of the day, it would mean that the day has just begun. Next in line are the post curricula activities, which apart from being separated by a line of paper work, is practically the same.

It seems that the classroom tends to morph a little, whenever it comes to this paradigm shift. I cannot explain it. I guess things around me happen so fast. The people in school,or more specifically, the good natured nannies, have no problem in showering us with plenty of freedom and canteen food. This can be distinguished, and confirmed with the assertion of "let your yes be a yes and your no be a no". Yet, for our own good, they restrict our freedom and canteen food. We have to conform to such puny dictatorship and propaganda. People say they are cynics of sarcasm. I beg to differ. They are ignorant of its marvellous usage. As you can see, fatigue is beginning to wear my thin, but I will strive on.

So the teachers involved, are but a few. But the hours are just as long. No, I did not see much paper during this transitional period. More like dust and saw dust. They say you cut wood, on wood. But you sharpen iron with iron. Which then is better? Yes, all I did was sit in a stool, and record the diameter of my nose.

Congratulations to all who made it this far. I have about 10 more paragraphs that I intend to complete before leaving this wretched box of anxiety and bondage.

If you think I am kidding, I am not.

I seem to be doing fine, don't you think?

My daily events are numerous, and detailed to the extent of a third decimal place.

However, my games, are played by my rules.

And so I come to an end,

My fatal attempt at blogging.

It seems that I must persevere.

I have plenty of dreams and ambitions; foolish endeavours.

I know you must be asking yourself, and trying to reason, with much pathetic, straineous effort, which is due to your minimal brain capacity, why I am leaving spaces after every sentence.

Technically you are wrong, not every sentence has its own personal space.

There you go, 10 paragraphs. If you are saying "thats not 10 paragraphs, that's 10 sentences"
You are probably, and most definitely-maybish-wrong. If you read carefully, like a straits times editor, you will see only 9 sentences.

Ah, that was my eleventh paragraph. Which reminds me - try saying "Ruth's One hundredth and eleventh birthday." Quickly, with perfect articulation.

Alright, I better stop before you kill yourself by drowning in your own blood, sweat and tears, secreated from the pain of commitment you planted in yourself, to read this post.

Good bye, thank you for your time.
Dr Chua

posted by Red @ 5:39 PM 0 comments

Guitar Theory, part 5 no. 13a (ii)

Greetings to all aspiring guitarist, I am fast.

This lesson goes out to all you people who can never dream of reaching my standard. I will be teaching you how to play like me, (Of course, only I can do it though. I'm so fast) and hopefully one day, you will just give up and be reduced to lesser, but more meaningful things, other than your pathetic wishful thinking.

First of all, we shall focus on the key of A minor. Any other key is just bad, don't choose any other key. We are going to explore the versatility of this key, and I will explain how you can use the H chord in this key. ( I invented that chord)

The H chord requires that you have seven fingers. If you don't then thats too bad. We will be exploring the diversity of the 8th note in the diminished seventh minor scale in A minor/H. To play with the proper emotion you want, you will have to switch from the minor to major at every 6th note. That way, you will have the subtle mood changes, but still maintaining the same key and using the same modes. However, it may sound different, since you change the whole chord by one note. Thats where the magic begins.

The secret to the H chord is the modes you use. If you use the B aeolian mode, beginning in F sharp, then you switch its genetic strucutre to a frigian mode, you will get complete A minor G. But if you use it in A minor, and hang the 6th note over the 8th, not forgetting your double flats, then you will have the H scale, which sounds like a key in D. It really all depends on the 6th note you use, and the first note in the chord. So basically its an organised structure, which is far too complicated for you lower beings to comprehend. The suspended chords in the key require you to stretch 8 frets, and switching frets simultaenously, such that you get a "double" note effect; as if you had 2 fingers instead of 1.

Now lets say you have the chord progression Am and H, you would normally think of the A minor scale, or maybe a seven. But in my incredible way of exploring music's volatility, a b# would actually be the best fit, however, only using the minors. This is because the 3rd and 6th notes blend into the major so well, it forms the completely new H, however, switching the 6th would give you a platform for the natural minor mode.

Alright steve, joe, putrucci, this is all I can give you beginners. Explaining my other 21 chords and notes like E# would be far too complicated. Keep practising, and rock on.

posted by Red @ 9:58 PM 0 comments

HEHE

today is an evil day. this evilness is stretching on for weeks. At least something good did come out of it! HO! since when did i become so serious about my blog. RAHAHA you lame ppl who read this. why read this for wat? nth nice to see. just me typing what i feel like typing. u cant do crap about it. thats right noobs. let me release all the black qi and then when im normal, this blog will return to its original purpose.

love,
sadness, sorrow, aimless, lost, confusion. fear

posted by Red @ 8:00 PM 0 comments

Wary

My most warm greeting is extended to all who happen to venture upon this barren wasteland.

It seems that this online diary called a "blog" is no longer in fashion. People no longer faithfully write entries, filling it with their daily experiences, emotions and opinions. And even though it is supposed to be a diary, it would seem that its main feature, is the joy of sharing it with others, and receive some form of recognition. The readers , comprising a circle of friends no longer read such things; somehow the purpose of a blog is defeated!?
Oh well. I only got a blog so that I could write nonsense and appear cool and to fit in. Very unfortunately, I have to pronounce this blog dead. To my kawaii friends, you who faithfully read my entries, and so readily agree with my ideaologies, may the worse plague come upon you. To all my loyal followers, I salute you with a loathe of bread. To all the starving children, may you find peace in water.

Dr Chua

posted by Red @ 6:16 PM 0 comments