I nodded and stood up from my chair. I looked one more time in the mirror and found my made up face with perfect hair looking back at me.
“It’s for the cameras,” the stylist had told me. “We don’t want you to have a shiny face on TV. There are going to be a lot of lights on you.”
My hair looked terrible. Maybe I just wasn’t used to how I looked. After all, I hardly did my hair when I went out. It was only for formal occasions. Other than that, I usually had it in place with a headband or under a beanie. Fortunately they didn’t change my clothes. I liked my worn out Thursday tee. I had to represent the bands I admired after all.
I picked up my guitar by its neck carefully, so I wouldn’t displace the wireless pickup they had installed for me. It was looking pretty shiny, they must have cleaned it up for me as well. I made a mental note that I should clean my guitar more frequently in the future. I put the guitar strap on my shoulder and followed one of the crew. I took a few deep breaths.
I had never performed in front of a camera before – at least not cameras in a studio. Besides random videos that people would record of me on their cellphones, and me playing for my webcam in my room, this would be the first time I performed in front of a professional setup. It was kinda exciting and nerve-wrecking at the same time.
I had won the opportunity to perform a set of songs for a morning live broadcast. Never mind the fact that nobody was going to be up at this hour to watch me, TV exposure was better than no exposure. It was my shot at gaining publicity. Maybe some big-shot producer would tune in, and I’d be signed in no time!
I reached the waiting area. “You’ll be on in one minute,” the stage crew man told me.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. Fuck, I hope the pick won’t slip later. I looked around nervously. Besides the brightly lit stage where the announcer was talking, it was hard to see anything else. It wasn’t long until I heard him talk about me and call my name. I was nudged forward to take my position.
It was time.
Writing Prompt from Reddit: You get your fifteen minutes of fame.
Online dating – the social club of today. In case you were wondering, online dating is the practice of searching for a romantic or sexual partner on the internet, typically via a dedicated website. Most online dating services follow the same model: you setup a profile of yourself, browse for matches, send them messages, and hope for a reply.
The topic of online dating has come up every now and then, but only in recent years has it really been accepted as the norm. Heck, even I didn’t believe in it back then. I have a post on Facebook with a screenshot of me saying something along the lines of ‘online dating is for desperate people who can’t get anyone in real life’. It’s been years since I wrote that and my perception on the whole subject has changed.
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The story of Clerks has had a positive influence on me. The movie taught me the importance of dialog in stories, especially film and comedy. If it wasn’t for Clerks, I wouldn’t appreciate a lot of the stories I enjoy today. Clerks taught me a lot about the value of comedic timing, acting and film writing.
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An invention that you would like to create (or an existing invention that you think should never have been created):
This appeared to be a pretty easy subject to write about at first – after all, what would everyone write about except a teleporter? Right? In my opinion, it’s one of the greatest devices that has yet to be invented (or at least I’m aware of). A teleporter will let people get from place to place instantly – eliminating traveling by vehicles. This solves a large number of problems – time spent commuting, air pollution and stuff like car accidents.
However, instant travel can also create a lot of problems. For one, criminals can commit crimes and just escape to another part of the world instantly, making them hard to track down. New accidents could also be introduced with the use of teleporters – based on my experience with video games i.e. telefragging. A telefrag is a special kind of frag or kill that results when a player or monster stands on the location of a teleporter destination as another player teleports to that location. The monster or player who was originally standing at that location will instantly die. [Source]
To solve the issues above, access to teleporters will need to be controlled or regulated. This means, people will be standing by to guard the devices as well as screen its passengers. Maybe known criminals can be implanted with chips that teleport them straight into prison if they ever escape and try to travel via a teleporter. I doubt I’ll be seeing any teleporters in my lifetime, but if and when they are finally invented, I hope they become as useful as I envision them to be!
Two teams separated by a river
Out for blood and fighting to the death
Defending what is theirs
They do it because that’s all they know
Valiant heroes fighting for justice
Evil villians destroying for chaos
Neither are right and neither are wrong
They do it because that’s all they know
Are both teams two sides of the same coin?
Were they misled into bloodthirst?
Find out at the next battle
If they do it because that’s all they know?
One of the problems with not learning English as a second language is that I don’t get to truly learn and appreciate the nuances in grammar between it and the national language (Malay). I didn’t pay much attention in school when learning about grammar since I found it easy to comprehend. However, over the past seven weeks, this course has reopened my eyes and shown me what I had missed out all along.
Because English is my first language, I discovered that I’ve been applying all these rules unconsciously. Sure, I slip up every now and then, but by taking this course I have discovered how and what I should to do avoid such mistakes in the future. I still can’t recite the rules of what or how and when to use certain words, but I do know when a sentence is wrong and how I can fix it.
I’ve got a long way to go before I would even call myself a qualified writer. I know that English is the language I use best (it’s pretty much the only language I use) but I still don’t consider myself great at it.
We’ve only got one week left to this course and I still have a lot left to learn. I’ll continue to do so by practicing writing and taking up more courses. In fact, I’ve just signed up for How to Write an Essay which started this week. Hopefully my readers and I will be able to see improvements in my writing in the coming months!
Nanowrimo is also coming up soon, and I thinking about joining it again this year. I still have yet to edit my first novel which I wrote last year. Part of me feels like just publishing the unfinished draft online, while another part of me thinks I should be a responsible person and edit it before pushing it to the masses.
Regardless, I’m still going to continue blogging five times a week for the foreseeable future.
PS After rereading my previous post on this subject, I realized that I pretty much repeated the same points in the post. I guess it’s something I should work on as well – repeat myself less!
Written for my Write101 assignment.
…is that I still have a lot to learn to consider myself truly proficient in English, especially when it comes to writing.
Being raised by English-speaking parents, going to an English school and an appetite for reading played a huge role the cultivation of my English skills – but I didn’t learn most of it by following rules. I just went with what “sounded” correct (which is not a bad thing to do but probably not the best method either). Over the past few weeks of the Write101x course, learning the rules of verbs, nouns, pronouns, adjectives etc have opened up my eyes to how the English language works.
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[NOTE: this blog post is one of assignments for my online Grammar 101 course]
Writing is like asking a girl out
There are many parallels to draw between writing and asking a girl out. Actually not really, but since I couldn’t think of what to compare it to, I just took the first thing that came to mind. Let’s see how I can forcefully marry the two activities together.
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