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@millenniumspec
Hey everyone welcome to my page.
Here I write, cut music, arrange songs and sometimes dabble in art.
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When I was in high school I decided I wanted to be a school counsellor. My parents think its cause I wanted to help children in need. But it's actually cause I wanted to know why I wanted to die. And I wanted to know how to stop feeling like that.
Now nothing's changed. I still wanna kill myself every now and then. But I've changed to become an educator. How traumatising it would be for a kid to find their teacher killed themselves.
And I have no one to talk to with. My parents hate me. My brother hates me. And according to them I'll lose my friends too.
I'm so done.
Don't you love it when your own mother tells you you're unpleasant. That you're not nice to look at. That you're just not a good presence.
Jeez everytime she talks to me like that she reminds me that the reason why I don't wanna learn to drive is cause I'm afraid one day I'll just feel like crashing the car.
I don't wanna talk to anyone I know, cause if my own parents hate it when I cry, then what, when I say I wanna die they'll say it's fake too?
Am I just being stupid?
Today's my 27th birthday
happy birthday to frog. it is also my mothers birthday
It’s not my birthday but can I get a song anyway
i died. do you have a song for that?
ty that brought me back to life!
When I was in high school I decided I wanted to be a school counsellor. My parents think its cause I wanted to help children in need. But it's actually cause I wanted to know why I wanted to die. And I wanted to know how to stop feeling like that.
Now nothing's changed. I still wanna kill myself every now and then. But I've changed to become an educator. How traumatising it would be for a kid to find their teacher killed themselves.
And I have no one to talk to with. My parents hate me. My brother hates me. And according to them I'll lose my friends too.
I'm so done.
Another thing in my emails
People are the face of the Earth. That’s what one of my friends would say. ‘We’re never heard by others. We deserve to be heard. We know how to make a difference.’ But in such a world, where none would pay attention to us children, who’s desperate cries fall upon deaf ears. The ones above, who “speak” for us. Chelsea has always believed that.
In an ironic turn of events, there is no need to speak, as they’ve made their mark. Just not in the way they may have wanted to. The buildings we’ve made, the twisted metal and shining glass. It stands before us, stretching into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. A trophy to those who are rich, but the opposite to those who are poor. ‘Actions speak louder than words, you know?’ And to every friend, there is someone to fight. Emma had always known, that speaking with no support would do nothing. ‘Well so what if they do? My action is to yell at the top of my voice. You can’t tell me that’s not loud.’ And here I am to sit in midst of the action, in the middle of the park, ready to do something.
‘Chelsea, what good are you to spread to the world, if all you do, is add to the noise, deafening those who speak below you?’ These two will always quarrel, whether it be at a park or a home, during the night or the day. To my relief Emma was able to cause an end to Chelsea’s rant, to my relief. Yet here she speaks again. ‘Well, what if I am to speak for those who need a voice.’ The quarrelling never ends, and a rebuttal from Emma would not be unheard of. ‘I for one, wouldn’t know. As we stand right now, who is to listen to you? I would do anything, to shut you up until you do something that will make people respect you. Make yourself a reputation.’
‘Maybe I will. Then you will listen to me.’ Chelsea fights back, only to be knocked down by Emma. ‘And by then you would have lost your ideals. You’ll never keep them. You’ll be at a loss, and once you have made your “reputation”, you won’t even know why you’d have done it.’
Sitting between these two have always been a problem, and so, the park we sit in, has become silent. What is there to listen to, other than the wind, rustling the leaves in the trees. I’ve never been able to join these fights. Because… both are true. We are the face of this earth. We speak for ourselves and each other. However, in order to do so, we build our reputation, high enough, that it reaches the tallest buildings in the world. I can now only wait for them to realise, as my opinion would only add fuel to the fire, preventing a daydreamer like me, to run free.
Another thing in my emails
People are the face of the Earth. That’s what one of my friends would say. ‘We’re never heard by others. We deserve to be heard. We know how to make a difference.’ But in such a world, where none would pay attention to us children, who’s desperate cries fall upon deaf ears. The ones above, who “speak” for us. Chelsea has always believed that.
In an ironic turn of events, there is no need to speak, as they’ve made their mark. Just not in the way they may have wanted to. The buildings we’ve made, the twisted metal and shining glass. It stands before us, stretching into the sky, disappearing into the clouds. A trophy to those who are rich, but the opposite to those who are poor. ‘Actions speak louder than words, you know?’ And to every friend, there is someone to fight. Emma had always known, that speaking with no support would do nothing. ‘Well so what if they do? My action is to yell at the top of my voice. You can’t tell me that’s not loud.’ And here I am to sit in midst of the action, in the middle of the park, ready to do something.
‘Chelsea, what good are you to spread to the world, if all you do, is add to the noise, deafening those who speak below you?’ These two will always quarrel, whether it be at a park or a home, during the night or the day. To my relief Emma was able to cause an end to Chelsea’s rant, to my relief. Yet here she speaks again. ‘Well, what if I am to speak for those who need a voice.’ The quarrelling never ends, and a rebuttal from Emma would not be unheard of. ‘I for one, wouldn’t know. As we stand right now, who is to listen to you? I would do anything, to shut you up until you do something that will make people respect you. Make yourself a reputation.’
‘Maybe I will. Then you will listen to me.’ Chelsea fights back, only to be knocked down by Emma. ‘And by then you would have lost your ideals. You’ll never keep them. You’ll be at a loss, and once you have made your “reputation”, you won’t even know why you’d have done it.’
Sitting between these two have always been a problem, and so, the park we sit in, has become silent. What is there to listen to, other than the wind, rustling the leaves in the trees. I’ve never been able to join these fights. Because… both are true. We are the face of this earth. We speak for ourselves and each other. However, in order to do so, we build our reputation, high enough, that it reaches the tallest buildings in the world. I can now only wait for them to realise, as my opinion would only add fuel to the fire, preventing a daydreamer like me, to run free.
I found this in my emails from 2020. I think I was or acting writing?
some say the face of the earth is it’s people; a heaving, teaming mass of minds and bodies, each seething to be heard, to make a difference in a callous, uncaring world. others prophecy that it is a creation of humanity itself, a work of twisted metal and shining glass, stretching so far into the sky it becomes just another cloud. in a way, both are true. the face of the earth is the people themselves, a creation of their own making, a gleaming city of spired and turrets and a thick, thick smog that calls to the mind a single cloud, higher than the eye can believe.
I found this in my emails from 2020. I think I was practicing writing?
some say the face of the earth is it’s people; a heaving, teaming mass of minds and bodies, each seething to be heard, to make a difference in a callous, uncaring world. others prophecy that it is a creation of humanity itself, a work of twisted metal and shining glass, stretching so far into the sky it becomes just another cloud. in a way, both are true. the face of the earth is the people themselves, a creation of their own making, a gleaming city of spired and turrets and a thick, thick smog that calls to the mind a single cloud, higher than the eye can believe.
I think the only thing I don't agree with you on is your dislike for nostalgia, otherwise you're one of my favorite internet critters. Ironically, I think one of the reasons I find so much joy in your posts is because you remind me of how one of my childhood friends was. Why the hatred for nostalgia?
I don't hate reminiscing on old things, I just dislike the usage of Nostalgia as this quick, cheap tool in invoking an emotional response out of someone. I don't like how 99% of the world uses nostalgia - they treat it as a novel, disposable little referential device, or as an aesthetic veneer to mask a poorly-executed creative work.
Your melodies aren't any less shallow just because you learned what tape distortion and pitch warble is. Your TV show isn't any less poorly written just because you've dressed it up in an 80s theme. Your movie isn't good merely because it references an older movie I actually have a fondness for.
And yet it works on people, time and time again, they fall for this cheap party trick. It reaps your sentimentality and leaves you a bloodless husk that can't discern the real feeling from the manufactured. When done so lazily, it becomes akin to emotional manipulation.
Nostalgia has become such a common creative tool, it begs the question how novel the concept truly is anymore and what value it has in our community and culture in general. Nostalgia is a tool that should be used to inspire and iterate upon, not to wallow in.
Our fondness for things shouldn't be anchored to the past, lest we give up on the prospects of a future where something new and beautiful appears before us. I see people trapped in their own memories and it saddens me, because it means they've given up on the concept of experience. It's a false comfort to believe that the ghosts of the past can bring you happiness in your future.
Hey Puki. How long is it supposed to take before it gets better? Because I'm getting tired of trying to make it better and it getting worse.
You fool. You're waiting to arrive at a destination, but 'better' is merely a direction. Life would be easier if we could tally all our feelings up, look at them like numbers on a spreadsheet; know unquestionably how to improve those numbers - but life can't be reduced to plain numbers. Your condition isn't defined by such easily-understood terms, so stop believing 'better' implies 'something I'm not'. You don't GET better, You BECOME better by BEING better. U wanna know how to start getting better? By simply being in the PROCESS of getting better.
Seventeen Medley
I don't think Musescore likes this really long arrangement, so I'll upload my song here. Here's a medley of Seventeen songs since Adore U to Love, Fame, Money.
Annoyingly, the song file is too big, so here's a link to the drive.
Same Dream, Same Mind, Same Night
Honestly one of the more challenging songs I arranged, but I think it still sounds pre good
Download and print in PDF or MIDI free sheet music for Piano, Trombone, Flute, Saxophone alto, Saxophone tenor, Saxophone baritone, Glockens
Per a request, I've made an arrangement where it's like a piano soloist? anyway, you can play with the recording, or without and the piano part will sound fine
Download and print in PDF or MIDI free sheet music for Piano, Glockenspiel, Violin, Viola, Cello, Drum group, Harp, Strings group (Mixed Ens
Same Dream, Same Mind, Same Night
Honestly one of the more challenging songs I arranged, but I think it still sounds pre good
Download and print in PDF or MIDI free sheet music for Piano, Trombone, Flute, Saxophone alto, Saxophone tenor, Saxophone baritone, Glockens
Pinocchio HxW Arrangement
This song is so shortt DD: but here's the arrangement
Download and print in PDF or MIDI free sheet music for Piano, Flute, Saxophone alto, Saxophone tenor, Saxophone baritone, Vibraphone, Violin
Honestly I was sad how short the original song, so here's another version with an all new verse!
Download and print in PDF or MIDI free sheet music for Piano, Flute, Saxophone alto, Saxophone tenor, Saxophone baritone, Vibraphone, Violin
Pinocchio HxW Arrangement
This song is so shortt DD: but here's the arrangement
Download and print in PDF or MIDI free sheet music for Piano, Flute, Saxophone alto, Saxophone tenor, Saxophone baritone, Vibraphone, Violin
CBZ (Prime Time) BSS Arrangement
First half of CBZ by BSS cause this song was fireee
Download and print in PDF or MIDI free sheet music for Piano, Trombone, Saxophone alto, Saxophone tenor, Saxophone baritone, Guitar, Bass gu
AH! Love Seventeen Music Arrangment
Another of my faves but lowk kinda hard so only half :(
Download and print in PDF or MIDI free sheet music for Piano, Trombone, Oboe, Saxophone alto, Saxophone tenor, Saxophone baritone, Glockensp
