Music and guys

Guys are just like music, I just realized. This personification of males may seem too shallow, but it just kind of make sense to some of us girls. But of course, different girls do feel differently for different types (or patterns they sometimes call) of guys. What do you think?

I’m going to be a little thick-skinned here for awhile. I guess it’s no harm mentioning the type of guy I prefer, because 1. I’m unattached and 2. no guys would bother about what I say here. So here I go.

On the very first note, the music must be able to lure me to taking a closer listen to it to find out its lyrics and what they mean. I like sensible lyrics, not some ”tuo diao tuo diao!” or “I love you, you love me…” crap. I’ll puke. But please spare me of the Shakespeare-poetic-mushy stuff, because I do have a very weak stomach to start with. Just something which makes sense and I can feel that all these comes from the inside. I’m pretty easy.

I prefer mid- to slow-tempo stuff, although it must not be too boring it becomes a hypnotizing tune to lure babies to sleep. Plenty of acoustic guitars, occasional drums for the dramatic lover, and I wouldn’t mind the piano, despite it being too ordinary. Give me techno or the “yo yo yo…” stuff and I’ll punch your face in. Mark my words.

Okay I admit, MY kind of music (or guy) would be similar to a rock ballad. The lyrics are simple to define, the chords play in a conventional pattern, and the voice fuses all these elements together perfectly. The rock element and the ballad element would be the best combination ever. Slight head-banging there would be, and the music makes you wanna hug the person next to you and say “I appreciate your everything, even if you’re an old hag with bulging eyeballs and frozen drool on your mouth.” Trust me, you’ll feel like the world loves you so much, because everyone loves every other person.

Class outing and karaoke session

Apparently today was supposed to be a class outing for 05A06, but it turned out to be just me, Amanda, Steph and Mr Carl Ng(our CT). We went to K Box and smuggled Carl Ng in as a Poly student (seriously he does look like one when he tries to be idiotic). But oh my, does that ****** sings well. Apparently he used to have his own band Starfish (helo people this name is copyrights reserved ok!!!And Steph it's Starfish, not Jellyfish). Here are some pictures...

Memories are made of this

Here are some photos fresh from the oven (which means they're taken today) of the class. Really gonna miss everyone... Enjoy these photos!!!






Both of the above are given by my dear OGLs Richmond, Mavis, Grace and Zi Heng... Love you guys!!!

This Love

His hair was messy, unkempt in an adorable manner. I inched past my hallucination, grateful to find that I wasn’t dreaming. The weather was blazing, but it couldn’t dry out my anticipation to start the game. The casual smile or two was undoubtedly the adrenaline running through his veins, as he brought the ball to the three-point line. Effortlessly, he placed it into the hoop like he serenaded me unknowingly, celebrating the perfect shot with a peer. I was in no perfect mental condition to acknowledge the fact that he’s widened the score by another 3 points, with my eyes trailing him as he worked the dribbles, before passing the ball on to his victorious team mate. Rooted was I to the ground, the intensity of my stare began to burn through his skin. He threw his head back for a moment, realizing that this girl was staring at him for the past minute or two, instead of playing against him. I held my gaze for a moment, trying to un-believe that he has fixed his curiosity at a weird creature with two eyes, two ears and a nose. A second hand brought on the blood, washing through every capillary in my cheeks, choking my concentration, as I zoned out for a moment. From the corner of my spectacles, I spied on him grinning from ear to ear, before clumsily easing the itch behind his ear with the very hands which worked magic on the court. I smiled to myself.

Can't tear myself away, I'm too obscured

Love Fiesta today. I went to the stall (supposedly late) at 10am, after receiving call after call from Ning Xin to get my ass to JJC. Hello girl, I don’t fly like Superman does. But before I got to engage in a proper conversation with her, I got instantly dragged away by Yvonne to help make Bahaha (or Banana) Fritters at Wei Zhong’s house nearby. And I continued staying there from 10 to 3pm, folding samosas, cutting bananas (and nearly my finger)and messing around. Got back to the stall at 3pm, totally exhausted from making the fritters, when Fleur had to let me in to the fact that HE had visited the stall… lolz… a little disappointed I didn’t get to talk to him la… haha…

Had the sudden urge to cry towards the end of the event, but I didn’t know where that surge came from. Probably because I missed out on too much today and the chances I forgone to help my class, but I guess it was worth it… love you, people…

Why is my heart so close, when you're so far away?

Love Fiesta’s tomorrow… totally looking forward to it cuz it’s gonna be damn fun… over 190 stalls (if I’m not wrong) of games, food and stuff. Whichever school’s funfair you choose to go to, enjoy yourself!!!

I’m edging nearer and nearer to breakdown. I can’t believe that a simple person can drive me insane without doing anything. That’s the problem. No one’s doing anything, not even me. People around me are persuading me (currently still in vain) to talk it out. I can’t. I can’t face the fact that I may just be on the verge of losing a friend. Forget it.

Probable suicide

Shi Yuan’s back in school!!! Missed you, mommy!!! Anyway, managed to finish my GP essay in time to hand in today. It was thoroughly taxing to rush homework, especially you know that more is going to come after you’ve cleared some of them. Bleahz… Love Feista’s this Saturday!!! Totally looking forward to it because I know it’s going to be a load of fun. Shame to those who shaved the idea of coming to JJC’s funfair…

I’ve been debating with myself for the past few days, or rather, weeks about how I’m going to handle my fragile heart. Break it, or give it to someone? But I guess whatever step I take next is going to do one of those. Probability of breaking my heart= ⅓ So you ask, where does the other fraction go? It goes to the option of not doing anything at all. Haha I added that. Anyway, I don’t really care if HE knows it or not, but I’m not going to say anything. If he doesn’t know it, SOMEONE ELSE PLEASE ENLIGHTEN THE POOR FELLOW!!! But if HE knows, and HE’s not doing anything about it, and he doesn’t reject me or accept me, I swear I’ll murder the poor fellow… Watch out…

Got your tongue, didn't I?

Haha… I made Mr Ng bite himself while talking today. Well, it probably wasn’t my fault, since that guy loves to articulate his words so very accurately, he got himself into trouble. The spot where he bit himself will probably evolve into an ulcer tomorrow. God bless the poor fellow.

And damn it I’ve got so much homework over the weekend to complete. Felt really rotten today cuz I was supposed to forbid myself from coming to school, but I still came in the end, silently protesting about the very short day which was going to feel like a very long day.

Singlish or not, not my business

Had a heated debate for GP today regarding the use of Singlish in Singapore and whether it should be banned. Everyone basically dragged the whole debate into the situation whereby trade or good foreign relationships with other countries relied entirely on your ability to speak standard English. Bleah. Here, I would like to state a few points about MY stand on this matter, although it’s going to bore a lot. Even the most accurate type of English spoken here is still not up to what our colonial masters, the British, had brought here in the first place. This, is simply because we are Singaporeans, not British. If everyone could speak like a true blue British, we should just rename Singapore to become a distant continent of the UK. And if you are a true blue Singaporean but you speak like some Cambridge professor, get out of my face. I’m not discriminating here, but just trying to point out that we, Singaporeans, will never be able to grasp proper English within the next few millenniums to come. Or ever. So stop debating about speaking standard English in my face or I’ll kick your ass. And, don’t ever speak with an accent (not to mention a very fake one) in my face or try to correct my English. That’s some real pathetic behavior you have there.

9 days to V-day

In case alot of people haven't noticed, I'm back to updating my diary (Yes, you slow pokes!), and i'm doing this for the pure intention of tracking all the dumb stuff i've done. If you do like the stuff i write here (or even if it pisses you off), do leave a message.

9 days to Valentine's Day... i was worrying about the same old thing just last year, on the very same day. Planning to get some stuff for everyone in class, as well as those back at NHSS. Sweet...