Write, rewrite, and keep writing
Sunday, January 15, 2006
"Write, rewrite, write, rewrite" That's what Ms Tan told me. Well, I have written another chapter of "Burdens of Life". Anyone recalls that story? Well, who is tired by it already? Nic wanted more. Yea, I got up more, but I don't quite dare to post it up. I've written a lot of dialogue again. "All dialogues must serve a purpose." I tried twitching it otherwise, but the effect is not that strong. I just wanna know who's already tired of Burdens of Life.
Alright, I'll stop procrastinating. I'll post up my next chapter. I have problems stopping this story.
Out of place
Just as she was about to rush off to her next conference, the office phone rang. Releasing a heave of exasperation, she picked up the phone. “Ms Deline here. How may I help you?” “Hello Mrs Shanter, or Ms Deline, whatever you call yourself. This is Renez here. We are pleased to inform you that a new senior shall be placed over you.” “I beg your pardon boss. A new senior?” Ms Deline could not believe her ears. She was the managing director of her own team of workers; now she was to be under someone else’s charge. “Yes Mrs Shanter. She will assist you greatly with your proposals. We’re sending her over this very minute so that the two of you can get acquainted with each other.” Before the she could object, or as a matter of fact, put across any of her valued opinions, the speaker on the other end of the phone line cut the conversation.
Without much of a knock or a warning of any kind, her office door swung open. “Greetings, Mrs Shanter. My name is Jeneviereta. You may call me Miss Jeneviereta.” “Er… yes, pleased to meet you Miss Je… what was it again? But I have to go for a conference now. And next time you do drop by, could you please kindly knock on the door? Excuse me now will you?” Ms Deline hurried to open the door and usher the unwelcomed intruder out. “It’s Jeneviereta. Now Mrs Shanter, You shall not be the one telling me to do this and that. I have sent someone in your place to the conference. Don’t worry; I’ve seen to it that the presentation is flawless.” Miss Jeneviereta picked up the family photo that Ms Deline kept on her desk. Miss Jeneviereta lifted her eyebrows in interest at the photo.
Ms Deline rushed to snatch back the photo. Trying to order her thoughts, she replied “So I guess, we have some time to talk,” as she sat back in her office chair. Miss Jeneviereta began pacing the large office. “Firstly, there will be change in the way we work as a team. Your job is to create proposals with presentations. Then, I’ll hand the task of presenting to more influential people, those who know how to better keep their composure.”
Ms Deline face turned blacker and blacker as she listened to Miss Jeneviereta issuing out her orders. The words hit her hard. Spending hours on end in front of a computer screen was most certainly not what she wanted to do for the rest of her career. “What? I beg your pardon Miss Je… whatever your name is. I’m going to do up a presentation with every single proposal? And someone else who doesn’t fully understand what my proposal is about is going to present in my place? How to you expect us to clinche any deals?”
Miss Jeneviereta’s fair forehead creased in annoyance. She stopped short in front of Ms Deline’s table and glared straight into Ms Deline’s eyes. “For one, Mrs Shanter, if your proposal cannot be understood by other professional consultants, how do you expect the troubled managers from other companies to be able to understand it? In other words, your proposal would then be deemed as incomprehensible and you would have to redo it. Another thing; pay attention, my name is Miss Jeneviereta. Only tongue-tied people cannot pronounce it, much less remember it. You get me?” Determined not to show any sign of weakness or compromise, Ms Deline reflected the laser-like glare. “Fine. I’ll do the proposal write-ups with complimentary presentations. What’s the first assignment for me, senior?” Ms Deline retorted, her voice dripping with sacarsm.
“As a matter of fact, Mrs Shanter,” Miss Jeneviereta banged her fist down on Ms Deline’s desk, “I have for you the list of datelines for the various proposals that you have to complete this week.” Ms Deline raised her eyebrows mockingly. “So much for composure, Miss Jen-the-great.” Miss Jeneviereta drew a deep breath, in spite of her raging mind that was going through various schemes to “put Mrs Shanter back in her place”. “We’ll see about that Mrs Shanter,” Miss Jeneviereta said as she whirled around and slammed the office door shut behind her.
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Alright, I'll stop procrastinating. I'll post up my next chapter. I have problems stopping this story.
Out of place
Just as she was about to rush off to her next conference, the office phone rang. Releasing a heave of exasperation, she picked up the phone. “Ms Deline here. How may I help you?” “Hello Mrs Shanter, or Ms Deline, whatever you call yourself. This is Renez here. We are pleased to inform you that a new senior shall be placed over you.” “I beg your pardon boss. A new senior?” Ms Deline could not believe her ears. She was the managing director of her own team of workers; now she was to be under someone else’s charge. “Yes Mrs Shanter. She will assist you greatly with your proposals. We’re sending her over this very minute so that the two of you can get acquainted with each other.” Before the she could object, or as a matter of fact, put across any of her valued opinions, the speaker on the other end of the phone line cut the conversation.
Without much of a knock or a warning of any kind, her office door swung open. “Greetings, Mrs Shanter. My name is Jeneviereta. You may call me Miss Jeneviereta.” “Er… yes, pleased to meet you Miss Je… what was it again? But I have to go for a conference now. And next time you do drop by, could you please kindly knock on the door? Excuse me now will you?” Ms Deline hurried to open the door and usher the unwelcomed intruder out. “It’s Jeneviereta. Now Mrs Shanter, You shall not be the one telling me to do this and that. I have sent someone in your place to the conference. Don’t worry; I’ve seen to it that the presentation is flawless.” Miss Jeneviereta picked up the family photo that Ms Deline kept on her desk. Miss Jeneviereta lifted her eyebrows in interest at the photo.
Ms Deline rushed to snatch back the photo. Trying to order her thoughts, she replied “So I guess, we have some time to talk,” as she sat back in her office chair. Miss Jeneviereta began pacing the large office. “Firstly, there will be change in the way we work as a team. Your job is to create proposals with presentations. Then, I’ll hand the task of presenting to more influential people, those who know how to better keep their composure.”
Ms Deline face turned blacker and blacker as she listened to Miss Jeneviereta issuing out her orders. The words hit her hard. Spending hours on end in front of a computer screen was most certainly not what she wanted to do for the rest of her career. “What? I beg your pardon Miss Je… whatever your name is. I’m going to do up a presentation with every single proposal? And someone else who doesn’t fully understand what my proposal is about is going to present in my place? How to you expect us to clinche any deals?”
Miss Jeneviereta’s fair forehead creased in annoyance. She stopped short in front of Ms Deline’s table and glared straight into Ms Deline’s eyes. “For one, Mrs Shanter, if your proposal cannot be understood by other professional consultants, how do you expect the troubled managers from other companies to be able to understand it? In other words, your proposal would then be deemed as incomprehensible and you would have to redo it. Another thing; pay attention, my name is Miss Jeneviereta. Only tongue-tied people cannot pronounce it, much less remember it. You get me?” Determined not to show any sign of weakness or compromise, Ms Deline reflected the laser-like glare. “Fine. I’ll do the proposal write-ups with complimentary presentations. What’s the first assignment for me, senior?” Ms Deline retorted, her voice dripping with sacarsm.
“As a matter of fact, Mrs Shanter,” Miss Jeneviereta banged her fist down on Ms Deline’s desk, “I have for you the list of datelines for the various proposals that you have to complete this week.” Ms Deline raised her eyebrows mockingly. “So much for composure, Miss Jen-the-great.” Miss Jeneviereta drew a deep breath, in spite of her raging mind that was going through various schemes to “put Mrs Shanter back in her place”. “We’ll see about that Mrs Shanter,” Miss Jeneviereta said as she whirled around and slammed the office door shut behind her.
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Orientation 06. Initium
Friday, January 06, 2006
Yes, orientation. The very reason I couldn't write for the past month. I could go on and on about the above mentioned topic. I guess I shall just pick on a few aspects. On a whole, I would call this orientation a success. the pace was slow at first. But then, it began to pick up as we swung into orientation mood on the 2nd day. the spirit was in full swing by the 3rd day and an emotional ending with the investiture on the 4th night. Thoughout, the whole programme, I admit that my physical limits were streched. But no, I had to maintain the high-energy level in front of the newbies and the PSLs. Came home to sound like a living dead. Nevertheless, M06105 picked up the spirit and that is reward enough. Everyone who knows how hoarse I sound now should be able to guess what I've been doing. I even have problems swallowing my saliva.
All the same, 1o5 proved great. To pick an individual that can illustrate the change in the mg.. Presenting Stuart (not little). First day, he was like "Why are you so enthu?" By the 3rd day, he was "Yeeeah! 105!" and the 4th day "i'm suffering under the attack of the cracker crumbs for the glory of 105". Yup, that's just about how my mg changed; from raising their eyebrows at my enthusiasm on the 1st day to fighting as one on the 3rd and 4th. yup, I'll sure miss them.
Games sessions.. M06105 ought to have learnt a lot from those. It's like a crash course. I've never yelled so much at them. But it was very heartening to see that they really began to support one another. It can no longer be about "Me, me and me". For them, it began to be about "you, me and us as a mg". In addition to that, I hope they've learnt up about being united as a school. I'm so proud of them.
The Code was, from what I can see, a success, even though there were loadsa last minute changes like building sandcastles instead of finding a rice grain, shorter time for race, broken telephone line instead of mass dance (cos the CD player failed us). The Code comm, unfortunately led by me, did a really great job. Greg initiated loadsa stuff. And I must say, the three musketeers, esp Paul and Xuan Hao, sure proved to be more capable than I thought. The yr 3 girls, I have no idea how they did it but on three counts and their stations were ready. Thanks to all PSLs for helping! Couldn't have done it without you guys!
Investiture.. Couldn't be a more joyous ocassion. They're finally NUSHSians officially! I dare say I've obviously grown fatter since the last time I wore my long-sleeved shirt. Even my parents agree so. Thank God the blazer hid all my fats. Nvm, train for bad, begin on the school work regime and well.. we'll see what happens next.
Initium, a success! Back to revision.
All the same, 1o5 proved great. To pick an individual that can illustrate the change in the mg.. Presenting Stuart (not little). First day, he was like "Why are you so enthu?" By the 3rd day, he was "Yeeeah! 105!" and the 4th day "i'm suffering under the attack of the cracker crumbs for the glory of 105". Yup, that's just about how my mg changed; from raising their eyebrows at my enthusiasm on the 1st day to fighting as one on the 3rd and 4th. yup, I'll sure miss them.
Games sessions.. M06105 ought to have learnt a lot from those. It's like a crash course. I've never yelled so much at them. But it was very heartening to see that they really began to support one another. It can no longer be about "Me, me and me". For them, it began to be about "you, me and us as a mg". In addition to that, I hope they've learnt up about being united as a school. I'm so proud of them.
The Code was, from what I can see, a success, even though there were loadsa last minute changes like building sandcastles instead of finding a rice grain, shorter time for race, broken telephone line instead of mass dance (cos the CD player failed us). The Code comm, unfortunately led by me, did a really great job. Greg initiated loadsa stuff. And I must say, the three musketeers, esp Paul and Xuan Hao, sure proved to be more capable than I thought. The yr 3 girls, I have no idea how they did it but on three counts and their stations were ready. Thanks to all PSLs for helping! Couldn't have done it without you guys!
Investiture.. Couldn't be a more joyous ocassion. They're finally NUSHSians officially! I dare say I've obviously grown fatter since the last time I wore my long-sleeved shirt. Even my parents agree so. Thank God the blazer hid all my fats. Nvm, train for bad, begin on the school work regime and well.. we'll see what happens next.
Initium, a success! Back to revision.
Long time
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Haven't found the time to blog for a very long time. losing touch with my story cos I was searching for new ones during my trip. You'll be surprised Jun Le, but your comments search for improvements.
Yes, first post in the new year. God's been good in 2005! Couldn't have made it without His grace and mercies that are renewed for me everyday. Charged up and very much ready to go, cept for revision of course. And Christmas! We're the reason for Christmas!
"Once again"
Jesus Christ
I think about your sacrifice
You became nothing
Poured out to death
Many times
I wonder at your gift of life
I'm in this place once again
[Chorus]
Once again I look upon the cross where You died
I'm humbled by your mercy
And I'm broken inside
Once again I thank you
Once again I pour out my life
Well (there you go junle), short song but means loads to me in this season.
For those asking about my portfolio.. As you can see from my current works, they're not up to standard for the CAP. "So-what?" Central theme not pursued relentlessly... Too direct; the CAP people have higher standards of thinking... "Chui Yi" voice too strong... Characters under-developed... That's basically a summary of all your wonderful comments. Thanks so much! Anyway, I have not enough stories to begin with. (basically none of CAP standard) So obviously, I'm not going for the CAP this year, even though it was what I pursued 2month ago, which is when my life was ordered enough for me to begin writing. Get another year, keep writing and re-writing, improve some way or another, ideas are cheap; i need to develop them (esp characters)... Well, you get my point. Au revoir for now! Wait till i figured something out with burdens of life.
Yes, first post in the new year. God's been good in 2005! Couldn't have made it without His grace and mercies that are renewed for me everyday. Charged up and very much ready to go, cept for revision of course. And Christmas! We're the reason for Christmas!
"Once again"
Jesus Christ
I think about your sacrifice
You became nothing
Poured out to death
Many times
I wonder at your gift of life
I'm in this place once again
[Chorus]
Once again I look upon the cross where You died
I'm humbled by your mercy
And I'm broken inside
Once again I thank you
Once again I pour out my life
Well (there you go junle), short song but means loads to me in this season.
For those asking about my portfolio.. As you can see from my current works, they're not up to standard for the CAP. "So-what?" Central theme not pursued relentlessly... Too direct; the CAP people have higher standards of thinking... "Chui Yi" voice too strong... Characters under-developed... That's basically a summary of all your wonderful comments. Thanks so much! Anyway, I have not enough stories to begin with. (basically none of CAP standard) So obviously, I'm not going for the CAP this year, even though it was what I pursued 2month ago, which is when my life was ordered enough for me to begin writing. Get another year, keep writing and re-writing, improve some way or another, ideas are cheap; i need to develop them (esp characters)... Well, you get my point. Au revoir for now! Wait till i figured something out with burdens of life.