~J'adore la Musique~

Friday, November 27, 2009

\\*Scrapped*//

Wonder why I'm sitting down here again? I should be sitting on my uncle's black sofa, watching a nice movie on his so-called cinema. Well, I'm now in Malaysia, so I didn't lie about going overseas, but the part about going to KL? Let's put it this way. My father is really tired, robbing him of the ability to fly his caroplane. We went out anyway, and I dare say I will return on Sunday with more mass to carry about. The internet here is lagging as usual and what could be worse? Messenger is down. There's apparently something wrong with this computer because it kept rolling back the installation of the newest version of MSN when we have already waited till it was 80+% complete. You'll know how irritating that feeling is when you experience it. Now, even the Windows Live Messenger has poofed and I'm left with the oldest version of MSN which I don't even bother to open.

Well, anyway, I hurt my foot yet again. It happened this afternoon...

"Hahaha! I'll box your head, *****!"

*PUNCH*

"Hahaha! Let me try kicking you!" I raised my right leg and hit the punching bag smack in the middle. I was feeling so satisfied that I tried to achieve the same with my left foot. I carefully took aim and swung my leg backwards in order to propel it with as much force that was possible......

*THUD"

*OUCH!!!!!" The pain shot through my bone and I fell on the ground, clutching my beloved left foot, rubbing at the spot which hit the metal stand. It was a portable kind of punch bag, complete with a metal stand and spring to balance it. Nice one, I thought. An attempt to defeat an enemy in imagination ends up in real life casualty.

It was nothing much, apparently as I started sliding down the treadmill within a minute, with the speed going up to 5.5km/h. It's fun, really. Everybody should try it. Well, I brought back a nice patch of blue-black to remind me of this incident, but who says I'll never kick your *ss again, *****?

Teared On|6:57 AM|

Monday, November 23, 2009

\\*When Darkness Turns To Light...*//

It ends tonight. That's simple. I do hope life's as simple as that though. My whole family's enjoying themselves in Malaysia again and hi! I am sitting here in Singapore as usual. With them gone, problems start cropping up. First thing in the morning...

My rooster alarm started to sound. It's my phone by the way. "Cockadoodledoo!" It went on for about 3 times before I forced my eyes open. I felt for the phone under the pillow and pressed the stop button without even having to look at it. I took a vague glance at the time: 8:15am. Then, groaning, I went back to my dream. I didn't really dream though because the next thing I knew,

"Eh! You don't need to go meh?"

"Mphf..."

"Eh! Hello! You don't need to go?"

I blinked. There, right in front of me was my sister who had apparently came back from school because she heard the wrong timing for basketball training.

"Go where?" I mumbled groggily.

"Erm... Band?" came the reply. I rubbed my eyes, continuing to stare at her blankly. Then, without warning, a sudden jolt of realisation hit me so hard that I jumped up from the bed instantaneously. Oh no, oh no. I picked up the phone. 5 missed calls and no space for new messages. My eyes flashed to the bottom right-hand corner of the screen: 9:28am. GREAT! I was late. Very, very late. I sat down again, wondering what to do. After pondering for about half an hour, I decided to go during the lunch break since I had to settle my own lunch.

So anyway, band sucked. As usual. I can't say anymore on a blog where anybody could be reading, but I do know that the next time we have band practices, please bring some bananas. It'll help a lot. Turns out that I was late for 3 hours. It was 15mins/set. Quite an acceptable deal. I accumulated 12 sets and since I'm in the committee, 24 was the number. I can do it? was ringing in my messed up brain. In the end, the very kind Brandon gave each and every one of us 5 sets. Such a great deal. Bridget, you're lucky. However, that caused some innocent beings to get punished too and I felt slightly guilty about it. Not so, since Li Yue saboed me to do the notice board with her. Anyway, my vision started swimming as I was completing my 5th round and my poor legs were feeling the strain. I was incurring an oxygen debt and I was darn sure about it. I could just fall any moment but I told myself to keep going because I did not want to squish some millipedes or momos.

I'm quite okay now. Only feeling slightly exhausted. I had thought I was going to get a cramp but I was stronger than I thought. In just 5 minutes, I was up and about again. One thing I learned today,

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF.

Teared On|5:41 AM|

Monday, November 16, 2009

\\*Many, many things...*//

So many things... I'm going to sigh my head off soon if I go on like this. Life has been a tad terrible recently and I don't think it's going to get any better soon. Ever heard of people who are really nice on the outside, but really nasty and vicious on the inside? They really mean to hurt you though I wonder what they gain from it. Joy? Joy at watching others suffer? These people must be really poisoned. It hurts so bad sometimes, but I can't just shoot at that fellow. Imagine you giving your trust to someone. Then, WHAM! he hurls a boulder at you. How would you feel? Hurt? Definitely. Really sad? Of course. Furious? It covers all the other emotions. I had to keep all these emotions inside my heart all the while when that particular vicious fellow hurt me constantly. I couldn't vent my anger at any point of time because I was so surrounded by people. Just for your information, that fellow is a well-liked person although I don't know what everybody else sees in that person. That person has definitely many more supporters than me and if I just lose it one day, EVERYBODY will be loathing me. Well, except for my few close friends. It's been countless times that I went to spend time alone, thinking too much, on the brink of going crazy. I can't think of a reason why somebody could withstand the horror of seeing others writhing in pain. I had to put up a false front every single day when I come into contact with that fellow, smiling, laughing, but grimacing behind the person's back. I can't take it anymore. You know what? It ain't worth it to sit down here brooding over a black-hearted person. I should save my energy to do some other things that will benefit my wrecked heart and soul.

Teared On|6:07 AM|

Thursday, November 12, 2009

\\*Delving into the world of fantasy.*//

In the course of a year, I've been to the Lourve in Paris, watched vampires hunt and am now trying to read the alethiometer. Interesting huh? Well, the only thing is that they all happened as images in my pea-sized brain. These are the few books I have immersed myself in so far this 2009:

1. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown (This is where I first went to Paris)
2. The Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer (My very first encounter with vampires)
3. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte (I realised how love could be so violent)
4. His Dark Materials Trilogy by Philip Pullman (Lyra still hasn't learnt to read the alethiometer yet. Be patient)

It's not much but at least it's 6 books at the moment. I intend to finish The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass by this year. After that, I will continue my journey to Vatican City with Robert Langdon in Angels and Demons. I am supposed to have read that before Da Vinci, but nevermind. That's all for now. I gotta rush off to school for another bout of music. So long!

Teared On|9:36 PM|

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

\\*I need a break...*//

From school. I've had enough of socializing with people and worrying about my precious coloured socks being confiscated. I do wonder what the school does with the smelly socks they rip off from students' feet. Do they resell them? Or do they actually give them out to model students?

Enough of digressing. I really intend to take a break and let my tired-out body shut down for a few days. It's getting weaker and weaker day by day. I pant like an 80-year old grandmother after climbing just 3 flights of stairs everyday in school. Well, I have to go. Got tons of homework to complete by tomorrow? I'm not that sure, but I know I owe Chinese homework. A lot too. No wonder my grades are dropping. I really hope to get an A1 for Chinese during the O levels. I've been bordering on the A2-A1 border and I do not want to start another nuclear war. Speaking of wars, I had just experienced Cold War at home. It's not a new experience for a rebel like me, but all the same quite harrowing. Oh darn. Bye.

Teared On|5:42 AM|

Sunday, November 1, 2009

\\*No connection...*//

Ying Hui baked a cake. It's the weirdest sentence of the century. Well, but you can't deny it. It's true. Though I didn't really BAKE the cake. It's just a cake mix (Devil's Food Cake Mix). There's this really mouth-watering picture of a chocolate cake printed on the box, so no matter how hard my brain told me to walk away, my stomach had to interfere. It's not cheap too, but you know, once in a while won't hurt. I started washing the egg beater and tray then ate lunch. Nuggets! This setting places me in Malaysia. I'll be coming out to Singapore in no time at all (when my dad finishes washing his car). The cake turned out to be the nicest cake I ever tasted. It was really simple. Just add some water, oil and eggs to the mixture, beat it, and pour it into a baking tray. Wait by the oven if you have nothing else to do and in half an hours time, you'll be savouring the fruit of your labour. I'm known to be a failure in the kitchen, smashing eggs and dropping plates, but this few months have proven me to be not a successful chef but at least I could cook my own meals (consisting instant noodles and oiless eggs). It's an achievement and I think it boils down to the Home Alone times. I've really learnt to take care of myself - I used to skip meals- and gain weight (urgh, it's irritating). It's really alright though. I did lose a kilo during the exam period which leaves me wondering if I'll end up becoming a skeleton during the O levels next year.

Well, I'm dying to play facebook games now, so I think I'll end my post. Internet here is really snail-like if you're wondering why I'm not multi-tasking. So long then. See ya in Singapore.

Teared On|1:04 AM|