Sunday, October 23, 2005

Sis-ey and me

Mad Muttering of the Day:
No matter how much I used to curse my sister, I realize that I was lucky to have her around, because the Rocky Road brownies she makes are so sinful, a piece down your gut can make you want to put on your running shoes and run yourself dry. Thanks, sis-ey!

Friday, October 21, 2005

Self-praise isn't a crime; narcissism is

The least expected thing has happened: homework is piling up, even in this last 2 weeks of school. Hello?! We’re students, not morbid homework-churning robots, so cut us some slack. Despite my protest, I’m STILL doing homework. To hell with vacation-wrecking assignments! I’d rather finish the stuff while I’m in school so that I can at least consult my tutors regarding any doubts, then to search the world for them during the holidays.

And to the very narcissistic Daniel, sorry for putting you in bad light, but hey, who asked you to praise yourself on your blog? Self-praise isn’t a crime; narcissism is.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Tears for Fears

Was on my way home on the MRT today and I plugged in to the local radio station. This girl happened to call in and was talking about a love that was never unanimous, and I swear I could have cried there and then. I don’t know. It brought back so much… heartache. The DJ on duty advised anybody who’s feeling that way to just cry their hearts out, but I don’t wish to cry for people who have hurt me. I don’t want to cry as though that person was Jesse MaCartney and that I lost him to another girl. I don’t want to waste a single tear on people who have belittled me, people who have made me feel inferior. I wouldn’t cry for nuts. Okay I’m crying.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Never quit

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

My heart doesn't break... it just bleeds

I ran, ran from the guy who caused me so much misery.Ran from the monster who tortured my soul.Ran from the lie which seemed so real.

I ran into the theatre, full of students.Full of my reality.

He gave chase.He caught up.

I spun around.‘Please…’‘I don’t know you,’ I said.

My heart bled.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Running on a marathon... chasing after my paper

After one disappointment, comes another. I’ve had too many blows in a single week, so the effect would probably show up only a week later. I mean, results are not everything, right? It’s still the passion which eventually keeps you going until you feel like retiring. So to all those who are not doing very well in their studies and feeling despaired and hopeless, do pick yourself up again and ask yourself how much further are you willing to go on this paper chase. Then that’ll be the answer which will lead you towards your goal.

Saturday, October 8, 2005

Dave... why?

I felt my heart cry out when I heard the news. My cousin is having his wedding on the same day as Dave’s concert. I really wanted to cry out at that very moment, because I’ve saved for such a long time to attend this Concert of the Year, and this thing has to hit me. Why? Why me? The thing I least need now is to hear a Dave Tao song, because it’ll only kill me. I can’t imagine such stuff happening to me, but it is. Haiz… it’s all fated, I guess. Not fated to see Dave, not fated to enjoy his music live, not fated to experience the greatest musical impact in my life. All in the name of ‘Yum Seng’.

Friday, October 7, 2005

Promos over... *eats air*

I felt my head above the water. I’m alive again.

The past few weeks, or rather months have been rather traumatic for me, because I’ve had my Common Test in mid-August, and handle my Promos at the end of September. Spent probably the past few weeks sleeping way past my bedtime, mugging like crazy. But look on the bright side (esp. Zebra), the promos are over. But like Jie said, the panic is gone, but the fear is still here. What everyone’s concerned about is the results. Esp. for me, because I’m only doing well for 2 out of my 4 subjects, and if I don’t get at least a D for each subject, I’ll have to boot one of my subjects, which hopefully I won’t have to, because I believe that what you reap is what you sow.

Exams are over, but I can’t go on a mass-scale shopping spree because I’ve invested my hard-saved money somewhere else. First, I’m going for the 2005 Singapore Golden Melody Awards, then I’ll be attending the Concert of The Year, David Tao’s Love Can Concert. I’m definitely grabbing the front row seats because hey, the man pops by rarely and his shows are sell-outs in major cities in China, so I’m definitely not going to miss out on the opportunity.

And my TV set has to spoil just when I wanted to watch the entire set of Stairway to Heaven, and my grandma is hogging the one in my mum’s room. Great.