The past few days have just been so emotionally melodramatic. The wave goes up, and the wave goes down again. When Up happens, Down is definitely going to follow soon. I dunno. Are you friend or foe? Or are you just attention-starved?
Felt extra.
Take your pick. And keep picking. Always. I wonder. Is it me, or is it you? The latter is a so much much more logical and reasonable answer. Are you unreasonable then? Maybe.
Why do you always make me cry? Please. Just tell me why.
Hungry. Shall order take-out.
Results of JC posting is coming this Friday. Really really hope that I get posted to NJ. But with 5 i think it's kinda hard. And that my appeal would be accepted. That I would be granted the freedom of choice, but not at the ultimate level.
Please.
Rachel has just discovered the joy of FF8 fanfics. Hurray.
Realised that I haven't done a lot of things. Doodling everyday away with neither aim nor purpose. What the hell am I doing. This should not be my state of life (although it is very enjoyable).
The bell just rang. Dinner is ready. Everybody please give 3 cheers for fast food.
Please.
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Sunday, February 26, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Updating.
I just broke someone's heart. And I feel pretty guilty about it.
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Today:
Went for Road Run at JJ. Ran with mel, grace, sokkin, and sien mae. At the start of the race, we agreed to run together and no pangsehing was allowed. So we ran together. Overall, I wasn't really panting much, unlike in cross country, and I was like slowly jogging so that the others could catch up. Mel is sooooooooooo impatient. Always rushing to the front, den in the end must slow down. Rahbiish. In all, if I could, I would have piaed all the way and maybe get something.
Mass dance was next. Thiha my dance partner pangsehed me! Quite sad la. But it's kinda partially my fault. Anyways, danced with Sihui my part-time stead. The whole thing wasn't bad, but just that the music was too soft. Definitely had fun. But when there's mass dance, I always have fun. Haha. At the end, we danced last year's batch dance. "Everybody wants to know her name~~~~" Fun! Dance was at a fast speed and lots of cute movements! Aha, had lots of fun dancing it.
After that, I went to orchard to celebrate CR's birthday. With Mel, and OG. Had pretty much lots of fun. Crazy squeezy neoprints. And stupid Jonathan and Bryan trapping and pushing me in the small space in between the neoprint machines. Ouch. And when I shouted for help no one came!!! I shouted "RAPE!!" sommore. Haiz. What a rubbish OG.
But didn't do stuff that we planned to do, like pool, arcade... due to some constrainments. In the end, we hung out around in town and people started leaving. In the end, me, CR and Mel were left. Went on a BIT of bra shopping. Too bad we didn't find anything. Next time lets go Robinsons. FUNFIT!!! Hehe. After that we took advantage of the PS2 in Sony Gallery. With the sexy CIA agent in a locked hotel room. I really want that game. I REALLY WANT THAT GAME!
We split after that. And I ended up at home. Played some battlefield 1942, and go really dizzy from the stupid tank riding. The stupid soldier in the cockpit really didn't know how to drive a tank. Went round and round and up and down until I nearly vomited. Had to take panadol. I'm never riding a tank again. No matter how fun it is to man the Cal.50 on top and rattle Japs/Germans to death.
A stupid thing just happened. Was in the battle of the Wake Island, and suddenly a Jap plane crashed and it's parts detached. Suddenly, all I knew was the wing was spiralling towards me, and BAM. I got hit and dieded. Rahbiish. I was just spawned just few seconds ago. Dumb huh.
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Yesterday:
I broke somone's heart.
Went for YST Conservatory Orchestra concert. They played Shostakovich and Mozart and someone else. Great performance. Needless to say, the playing was world class (exaggerrated). Got a shock of my life when I saw Gao papa's name on the programme booklet. Super excited when I saw that he was a guest player, and immediately called YY and Sharon. Loved Festive Overture. Really climax out-doing climax, over and over again. Great brass. Super horns (of course!), a really loud and round trombone, great bassonist and oboeists, and blahbety blah. T'ang quartet was there too. REally inspiring performance.
After the concert I saw and chatted to Gao papa for a while. Haha, I will always laugh when I look at his funny face. Saw T'ang Quartet too, and felt so starstruck. It feels totally awesome to stand amidst great musicians (though mostly from China), having listened to really good music.
That night, I fell in love with band again. Fell in love with horn, and fell in love with the music. Suddenly, there is this urge to join band no matter what JC I end up in. That part of my life, is just not easy to ignore, hard to throw away. It's been waiting patiently, waiting and waiting for the perfect chance to show up. And yesterday was the perfect night. Quality concerts inspire and spur people to practise and become better.
I was amazed when the audience didn't clap in between movements. They didn't clap AT ALL. Not a single piak and stuff. I was so amazed. And shocked, and awed. For me, it's been the fist time I sat with a really good audience. Even people clapped in Esplanade. Indeed, for me, high culture is more preferable than pop culture. Dunno why. DOn't ask me why. I just like the Fine Arts.
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Really tired now. Shall blog about my results another day. Ciao.
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Today:
Went for Road Run at JJ. Ran with mel, grace, sokkin, and sien mae. At the start of the race, we agreed to run together and no pangsehing was allowed. So we ran together. Overall, I wasn't really panting much, unlike in cross country, and I was like slowly jogging so that the others could catch up. Mel is sooooooooooo impatient. Always rushing to the front, den in the end must slow down. Rahbiish. In all, if I could, I would have piaed all the way and maybe get something.
Mass dance was next. Thiha my dance partner pangsehed me! Quite sad la. But it's kinda partially my fault. Anyways, danced with Sihui my part-time stead. The whole thing wasn't bad, but just that the music was too soft. Definitely had fun. But when there's mass dance, I always have fun. Haha. At the end, we danced last year's batch dance. "Everybody wants to know her name~~~~" Fun! Dance was at a fast speed and lots of cute movements! Aha, had lots of fun dancing it.
After that, I went to orchard to celebrate CR's birthday. With Mel, and OG. Had pretty much lots of fun. Crazy squeezy neoprints. And stupid Jonathan and Bryan trapping and pushing me in the small space in between the neoprint machines. Ouch. And when I shouted for help no one came!!! I shouted "RAPE!!" sommore. Haiz. What a rubbish OG.
But didn't do stuff that we planned to do, like pool, arcade... due to some constrainments. In the end, we hung out around in town and people started leaving. In the end, me, CR and Mel were left. Went on a BIT of bra shopping. Too bad we didn't find anything. Next time lets go Robinsons. FUNFIT!!! Hehe. After that we took advantage of the PS2 in Sony Gallery. With the sexy CIA agent in a locked hotel room. I really want that game. I REALLY WANT THAT GAME!
We split after that. And I ended up at home. Played some battlefield 1942, and go really dizzy from the stupid tank riding. The stupid soldier in the cockpit really didn't know how to drive a tank. Went round and round and up and down until I nearly vomited. Had to take panadol. I'm never riding a tank again. No matter how fun it is to man the Cal.50 on top and rattle Japs/Germans to death.
A stupid thing just happened. Was in the battle of the Wake Island, and suddenly a Jap plane crashed and it's parts detached. Suddenly, all I knew was the wing was spiralling towards me, and BAM. I got hit and dieded. Rahbiish. I was just spawned just few seconds ago. Dumb huh.
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Yesterday:
I broke somone's heart.
Went for YST Conservatory Orchestra concert. They played Shostakovich and Mozart and someone else. Great performance. Needless to say, the playing was world class (exaggerrated). Got a shock of my life when I saw Gao papa's name on the programme booklet. Super excited when I saw that he was a guest player, and immediately called YY and Sharon. Loved Festive Overture. Really climax out-doing climax, over and over again. Great brass. Super horns (of course!), a really loud and round trombone, great bassonist and oboeists, and blahbety blah. T'ang quartet was there too. REally inspiring performance.
After the concert I saw and chatted to Gao papa for a while. Haha, I will always laugh when I look at his funny face. Saw T'ang Quartet too, and felt so starstruck. It feels totally awesome to stand amidst great musicians (though mostly from China), having listened to really good music.
That night, I fell in love with band again. Fell in love with horn, and fell in love with the music. Suddenly, there is this urge to join band no matter what JC I end up in. That part of my life, is just not easy to ignore, hard to throw away. It's been waiting patiently, waiting and waiting for the perfect chance to show up. And yesterday was the perfect night. Quality concerts inspire and spur people to practise and become better.
I was amazed when the audience didn't clap in between movements. They didn't clap AT ALL. Not a single piak and stuff. I was so amazed. And shocked, and awed. For me, it's been the fist time I sat with a really good audience. Even people clapped in Esplanade. Indeed, for me, high culture is more preferable than pop culture. Dunno why. DOn't ask me why. I just like the Fine Arts.
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Really tired now. Shall blog about my results another day. Ciao.
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Friday, February 10, 2006
Exciting Day.
Fact. My brother is an asshole.
Fiction. I am les.
Question. Why are all guys so ego orientated?
Question. Why are guys so good at math and science? While our gender is struggling picking up even the most basic concepts, guys just get it in a click.
It's not fair.
Fact. JJ mass dance rox my world.
Fact. I love "Oh my darling~ I love you"
Fiction. I'm not tired now.
Fact. I'm not going to blog about wad happened today. Because I will just laugh all over the floor.
Fact. I'm anxious about my results tomorrow.
Fact. I'm going to sleep now.
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Fiction. I am les.
Question. Why are all guys so ego orientated?
Question. Why are guys so good at math and science? While our gender is struggling picking up even the most basic concepts, guys just get it in a click.
It's not fair.
Fact. JJ mass dance rox my world.
Fact. I love "Oh my darling~ I love you"
Fiction. I'm not tired now.
Fact. I'm not going to blog about wad happened today. Because I will just laugh all over the floor.
Fact. I'm anxious about my results tomorrow.
Fact. I'm going to sleep now.
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Saturday, February 04, 2006
I shall try a post without title. How's that.
Don't say it: I'm an idiot.
It's a Saturday morning now. And I'm going delirious. Just read the Straits Times. The WHOLE of Straits Times (including classified ads), which I have never done before in my life. What an accomplishment. I feel so good.
Actually, I feel tired. Have muscle aches in my butt due to intensive running during hockey training yesterday. Blame it on me, volunteering to be a midfielder even though I know that's the position that has to run forever for full lengths of the court at times. In other words, I was this idiot that chased the little hard white ball, full of holes, full-time, for the 2 consecutive matches. What to do? Who ask me to suddenly feel so responsible for defense and attack everytime I play a match? Definitely not my fault. It's just me being responsible. :D
Ok enough. Stop that ego boosting. I'm going to inflate and float right off my computer chair soon.
I actually wanted write a post with the title: My Brother. (sounds like primary school composition) Was inspired by him last week. ..... Yes. INSPIRED by my little brother. Please don't faint. And please don't laugh. I believe it is a perfectly normal thing to be inspired by your younger siblings. Right?
Anyway, I'm not going to blog about my inspiration. It's too long and complicated to be put into words. So I'm going to blog about my brother and family at one go next time.
Shucks. I still have lots of unblogged things that I promised to blog in my other blog.
Oh yes. NOTE: Mozilla users cannot load my music and my right click alert. Unlike IE users.
My new admiration: Joanna, my hockey captain. Resident ice queen.
I realized I have always admired ice queens. I dunno why. Maybe because I can never be one. I never will have the potential, the power and the will to be one. Noelle, Jasmine, and Joanna are great examples of ice queens. You can feel a draft coming everytime you see/read about them. They have that look and that attitude that I never can achieve.
My bro is screaming (take note: I used screaming) at me to get off the com. I shall.
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Don't say it: I'm an idiot.
It's a Saturday morning now. And I'm going delirious. Just read the Straits Times. The WHOLE of Straits Times (including classified ads), which I have never done before in my life. What an accomplishment. I feel so good.
Actually, I feel tired. Have muscle aches in my butt due to intensive running during hockey training yesterday. Blame it on me, volunteering to be a midfielder even though I know that's the position that has to run forever for full lengths of the court at times. In other words, I was this idiot that chased the little hard white ball, full of holes, full-time, for the 2 consecutive matches. What to do? Who ask me to suddenly feel so responsible for defense and attack everytime I play a match? Definitely not my fault. It's just me being responsible. :D
Ok enough. Stop that ego boosting. I'm going to inflate and float right off my computer chair soon.
I actually wanted write a post with the title: My Brother. (sounds like primary school composition) Was inspired by him last week. ..... Yes. INSPIRED by my little brother. Please don't faint. And please don't laugh. I believe it is a perfectly normal thing to be inspired by your younger siblings. Right?
Anyway, I'm not going to blog about my inspiration. It's too long and complicated to be put into words. So I'm going to blog about my brother and family at one go next time.
Shucks. I still have lots of unblogged things that I promised to blog in my other blog.
Oh yes. NOTE: Mozilla users cannot load my music and my right click alert. Unlike IE users.
My new admiration: Joanna, my hockey captain. Resident ice queen.
I realized I have always admired ice queens. I dunno why. Maybe because I can never be one. I never will have the potential, the power and the will to be one. Noelle, Jasmine, and Joanna are great examples of ice queens. You can feel a draft coming everytime you see/read about them. They have that look and that attitude that I never can achieve.
My bro is screaming (take note: I used screaming) at me to get off the com. I shall.
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