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honey.
the times we've cried together, we come back stronger.
its a new week & i'll take your word for that.
its a new week & i'll take your word for that.
i woke up feeling cranky. i did not want to do the housework, eventhough the laundry was piling up. today was one of the days worth celebrating in bed. i didn't want to anything that resembled responsible behaviour. my head was aching. it must've been the excessive amount of alcohol i took last night at the party. Only that there was'nt. well, i was definitely not feeling my best. maybe, i should stay at home. i dragged myself out of bed to observe the chaotic scene out on the streets. it was only 7 in the morning and yet, the roads were already jam packed with vehicles of all sorts. the view made me feel disheartened as i dreaded the heavy traffiic. beginning the day stuck in the jam with impatient drivers, well-known for their infamous honks, was never appealing. i plonked myself on the edge of the bed and soon found myself lying face down. the dull throbbing behind my eyes made me feet irritated. my muscle ached while my nose sniffled. i was definitely catching the common flu. if my friends had caught it, it gave me no reason as to why i should be the exceptance. i made my way under the covers, bulldozing through, and finally found a comfortable position where i stared at ceiling. a few more hours of sleep would be nice. my nose, itched. i sighed, and headed to the toilet. upon returning with a box of family-sized tissue box in hand, i caught sight of a novel, which i had'nt had a chance to read and then brought it along with me back to bed. an hour passed, and i was already a quarter through the novel. i looked at the clock. it was 8. maybe i was'nt sick. neither did i want to fall sick. is it so wrong for a student to have a day's rest without the need to come up with an excuse? i finally admitted that i needed the day off. how should i spend the day then? i headed to the bathroom and turned the faucet allowing the water to flow into the tub. i poured half the bottle of bath gel into the tub of streaming water and then dumped a hearty handfull of cammomile body salt. leaving the faucet turned on, i then lit a vanilla-scented candle and gingerly stepped into the tub, slowly immersing myself in the warm water, absorbing the warmth. funny how the aches subsided in the heat of the tub. my headache was replaced by a sense of well-being. by the time evening arrived, i was refreshed and rejuvenated.
adapted. im bored luh eh. i need improve my english):
As i unwrapped the gift you gave me last year, i'm not even sure how i feel about you anymore. i find it strange that the memories i have of you are pretty much unclear. as though the images of you captured on film has been exposed leaving me only with blank photographs of what i used to treasure most.
im a nervous wreck!
i dont know, ohmg!
i dont know, ohmg!
okay im soooo pissed & it's all coz of that woman. i was dozing off in the bus and the seat beside me was empty. when she boarded the bus she took no notice of the seat, so i presumed that she didn't wanna seat. i then shut my eyes to continue snoozing...and that was when the embarrassing incident began.
HER: HELLOOOO *snaps fingers* CUCKOOOO!!!
ME(music blasting in ears): * opened my eyes and got a shock to see her fugly face infront of me*
HER: i want to seat
ME: * i moved aside, and before i knew it she elbowed her way in carrying two freaking bloody motherfckin big bags of i dont know what*
that wasn't all. her big bag smacked right onto my face and was dragged against it as she made her way in. chibai i tell you. FIRSTLY IM NO CUCKOO. YOU'RE THE CUCKOO ONE DUMBASS. SECONDLY, HAVENT YOU GOT ANY MANNERS? snap finger for what??!! i cut them off then you know. nabei. thirdly, why your bag so big?? you carry your grandmother inside ah.
okay, tht was it.... i feeel so much more satisfied
lesson of the day: to always be patient. (wished singapore had mtv's boiling point i'd win lor)
- Mood:
satisfied
& i missed the opportunity to talk to you.
it's harder to resist not texting you already): dayum (damn) lol
anyway gahh my lips are swelling. consequence for notsaxing for about over two months. but then again i'm enjoying every minute spent with my baby;D have been polishing it to make it sparkle. heee. a few more days to go. i want to thank Ruri for helping me construct the table of scales yeah really needed that. finally got the rhythm right for the piece. okay when the piece states D.C. and Fine' youre suppose to repeat but end at fine' right? anyone? gosh my theory dayum rusty already. will ask the pro tomorrow; (referring to Ruri & Odex haha). till then. toods.
Hey, ♥ you muchit's harder to resist not texting you already): dayum (damn) lol
anyway gahh my lips are swelling. consequence for not
anyway im taking a break from geography. thought i'd blog for a bit. the news about MJ's death really came to a shock for me, as well as my parents (die-hard fans of MJ's). my dad reckons that he can moonwalk just as good as MJ and i would strongly disagree with that. mum on her part shed tears especially when she tunes to the BBC channel live where they have a special programme where they show the legacy left by the King of Pop . hey people...c'mon why appreciate MJ only when he's dead? i really see no point. dad became really worked up by it to the extent where he tries to figure out how a cardiac arrest would have suddenly occured.
- firstly, he said that michael was getting too old to be having a series of major concerts after not performing for a very long time. the stress placed on him was unbearable as he was recognised for his signatured moonwalk. maybe MJ cant do his moonwalk anymore? yeah that probably was it. c'mon fifty year old dude doing moonwalk? seriously no one can imagine that.. well MJ might probably have been feeling pressurised that it resulted him into training excessively. a man his age should really think about the cons of the situation. i think it's a bit too late eh?
- secondly, daddy said that MJ was just afraid, as quoted "please la eh im a much better moonwalker." well daddy, suits you(:
- thirdly, MJ shouldn't have turned white. maybe turning white was a very big mistake. lol.
Cause jersey just got colder and
I'll have you know i'm scared to death
That everything that you had said to me was just
A lie until you left
Now i'm hoping just a little bit stronger
Hold me up just a little bit longer
I'll be fine, i swear
I'm just gone beyond repair
Let's write a song that we can dance to
Cause they all wanna listen
Just to know how it sounds when
I do that thing you know that i do
When i find inspiration
This is me breaking down when
Jersey just got colder and
I'll have you know i'm scared to death
That everything that you had said to me was just
A lie until you left
Now i'm hoping just a little bit stronger
Hold me up just a little bit longer
I'll be fine, i swear
I'm just gone beyond repair
Let's write a song that we can sing to
And you can lead the choir
And put the hook where it hurts most
And you threw a spark that lit the candle
That set us all on fire
And sent a flame down the east coast
Jersey just got colder and
I'll have you know i'm scared to death
That everything that you had said to me was just
A lie until you left
Now i'm hoping just a little bit stronger
Hold me up just a little bit longer
I'll be fine, i swear
I'm just gone beyond repair
And i should have been your everything
I'm now at the end of my eternity
And i will sleep to have the darkest dreams
This just won't seem right to me
I close my eyes and beg for peace
Jersey just got colder and...
Jersey just got colder and...
Jersey just got colder and...
Jersey just got colder and
I'll have you know i'm scared to death
That everything that you had said to me was just
A lie until you left
Now i'm hoping just a little bit stronger
Hold me up just a little bit longer
I'll be fine, i swear
I'm just gone beyond repair
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Jersey - Mayday Parade</div>
this is totally true.
tdy was especially horrible. the whole class was practically dead. everyone's too lazy to even pay attention in class including me! i was playing Bingo with Sherri (hey it's an intellectual game yaw). anyway i can't wait for tmr(: im not THAT excited but rather looking forward to the fact that i get to stay out late, past my curfew. oh oh oh and i get to see H perform. should i get H flowers? (: i want to but then i think he'll be shy. all the better! :D lol. ohmg saying lol is super fun. lol. anyway i'll be hitting the books again very soon. i've had enough of slacking. it seriously is making my mind rot. oh that reminds me that i have english tuition tonight. i hope it's fun. i'm however not ready to show KW my essay. i think it sounds weird. i have problems narrating the story in a
& when they say life is colourful.
thts bullshit.
bull+taik= bulltaik
just like how this picture sucks up all your brainjuices till you have none left
- Mood:predatory
will hold on to you forever
unable to let go
as the feelings i have for you runs deeper
than the metres beneath the ocean flows
unable to let go
as the feelings i have for you runs deeper
than the metres beneath the ocean flows
(2) i want ben&jerry's
(3) i start debating with my conscience when making a decision
(4) having the ability to fly after drinking redbull would be the best experience i would want to have
(5) to be able to concentrate with him around would really help a lot especially when we are mugging for exams
(6) i love bananas
(7) i want to get a 6. i really do
(8) i should start mugging now, instead of writing these stupid facts abt myself
(9) i wear my watch on my right wrist?
(10) a math is a killer.
(11) i want my saxophone back):
(12) can't wait for polka (st margaret's symphonic band concert! interested tell me) and banana MUST come
(13) currently stoning and talking to ahmad.
(14) i want to be a math genius
(15) wished my ass was bigger. it aint big enough yaw.
(16) thinking of getting a bikini lol.
(17) i like socks with holes, breezy
(18) i think barney should die coz he is purple=gay. threatening influence towards small kids
(19) i want turtle.
(20) i have got a moustache. i like it coz it's sexy HAHA
(21) shut up seyh
(22) it would be awesome if i got the president's scholar
(23) i love mummy daddy and sissy eventhough she's an arse
(25) o'levels is soooo near
blahs i really should get a life
- Mood:
crappy
today was definitely unproductive. i managed to do three Amath sums in 2hrs. i feel really stupid. sigh. mr mark went through my mid-year paper and concluded that Trigonometry was my main problem. why do we have to do trigo): calculus is so much fun.
but calculus+trigo= death
having said that i am going to devote my time on my stronger subjects which would be probably math and sciences. sigh. will be catching up on humans too(:
- Mood: discontent
- Music:no boundaries-adam lambert
topic: possessing a talent or skill that you want and how you would use it
i was born to a lower middle-class family. by nature, i am rather shy and introvert. i do not mix much with my school friends and the circle of friends i have were only confined to those who share similar interests as me. ever since young, one skill i yearn to acquire is playing music. sadly, my parents were unable to afford music classes. i have always admired musicians who were able to convey feelings such as passion and love through something so abstract called music.
when i was in primary school, i was so interested in music that i would stay outside of the music classroom just to listen to the melodious sounds of the intruments. however , my mother would not entertain my wish to take up piano lessons. she felt that my musical talent was average and cited instances of expensive pianos sitting idle in relatives' houses because their children had lost interest in them. i was at one time so taken up with the enchanting sounds emanating from the violin that i pestered my mother for violin lessons. however in those days, violin lessons were conducted privately and were expensive. i decided to give up the idea.
nowadays, my interest in music is only confined to listening to classical and pop music and songs. however, i have a dream. if i could realise it, it would be to become a very good pianist. if i were really a competent pianist with admirable tecnical and expressive skills, i would breeze through all my local music examinations. i would then hope to win a scholarship awarded by a prestigious music academy in the west. as i love the music of mozart and beethoven, i would find a suitable mentor who specialises in this genre of music. he would put me under his tutelage and i would repay his faith in me by playing mozart's music with such artistry anf verve that the media and public would be full of praise for his musical prodigy.
when i emerge from the shadows of my famous teacher, my talents and skills in piano playing would have already equalled to his. all i would need is to gain the experience from playing to an audience. i would have a full slate of concert performances all over the world. it would be up to me to pick and choose which cities i would like to perform in and which famours orchestras i would like to work with. performing twith the famous New York Philharmonic orchestra is a must.
however i would also like to use my prodigious talent for the benefit of charity. these concerts would help raise funds for the poor, especially for children and the sick. also, whenever i perform, i would choose to popularise music. i believe that music is a universal language and a salve for these troubled times. i hope to preach about peace and understanding among the nations of the world's nations and cultures through the universal medium of music.
lastly i hope to perform to a ripe old age and pass my skills an experience to promising and disciplined students of mine. when i pass a way, i would hope to have lived a fulfilling life which was of service to the world.
- Mood:
blah
okay this is my first time ever using livejournal and i'm still not so sure on how this site works. i've been contemplating on whether i should sign up for ivejournal ever since forever. lol. finally today, on the 6th of june 09, I DID! yipee. okay my profile is super dull. oh wtheheck. apparently, after countless efforts of trying to refrain myself from using the computer, i have decided to give up. pffts. gahh, o level's is just around the corner. five months to o's and here i am LJ-ing. anyway i came across this LJ user; url minahspeak.livejournal.com her entries are hilariously good. it's impressive that i spent the whole morning reading all her posts. i even told my mum and dad about it. wow.
apart from that, well the holidays are bummed. a week just passed in blink of an eye. and what now? three weeks left! i have to make good use of the june holidays to revise on my work. i'll catch up on math and sciences very very soon. not to forget english, the worst subject of all. i can't actually believe that i'm better in malay than english especially when i'm speaking english almost all of the time. i dont know, maybe i should start picking up on reading, but there's not enough time left.
okay my post is getting really really boring here, shall talk about the career guidance day we had yesterday. i felt that it was a good experience as the talks by prefessionals widened my scope of view on the career choices i have. what made the experience even more memorable was that we were to come to school in our working outfits. however, everyone was more appealed to the fact that we could come to school in clothes instead of our usual polka-dotted uniforms. so i wore a dress and heels. the heels especially was a killer. i wonder how women were able to walk in heels as high as 4-inches all over town. standing on the bus was sheer torture, well for me. anyway, i thought that many of my classmates looked real nice. for once, we actually looked professional. ha ha.
As we were given an opportunity to choose the talks we wanted to attend ,i chose law and psychology. the lawyer that came that day was surprisingly funny. "surprisingly" because i was expecting him to be real boring. but he definitely had a way with his words. the few jokes he told did spice up the talk. i have also realised that being a lawyer is hard, there is so much research to be done and not only that, english is the main basis of the occupation. ENGLISH sigh. to most people out there, lawyers are seen as liars. okay maybe the word 'liar' sounds a bit too harsh. my point is, many think that lawyers are able to turn the black the white or vice versa. in my opinion i think part of it is true. the ability to defend for your client is definitely a requirement for lawyers when hired. but after the talk, i realise that a lawyer does not make the decision on whether the culprit is guilty or not but the judge of honour. the lawyer's job is to give his best shot in providing the evidence in defending his client with regard to the information being provided to him. yeah kewl huh. the second talk was relatively more down to earth. it was more on praticalality. to be a practition in psychology, one needs to have a Phd. wthebuck. lol. having a Phd is a minimum requirement. ARGH why is life so difficult.
anyway for now, i'll just stick to getting a 6 for o's(:
- Mood:determined
