Thursday, November 29, 2007

When the insane goes marching in

It seems as though my neighbour has been trying to drill a peephole on his kitchen wall to look out of his unit. The annoying, repetitious crunch of the drill bib against concrete is driving me nuts, especially when I still have to mug. Oh for Heaven’s sake!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Much-needed motivation

Jack’s words spurred me on to carry on with the perilous mugging process. He said, “If Selina (from S.H.E) could finish her University studies while juggling her career, I don’t see why I can’t do it, without the burden of a career.” Thanks, Jack. That line made me think a lot about my current directions: If I’m going to allow a difficult module to keep me away from getting good grades, what good can I reap? While I’m steering clear of negative models, I’m trying to stay positive by waking up a happy soul and staying positive the entire time I’m studying so that I wouldn’t falter.

Next week is going to be tough, with 4 papers clustered into 3 days. What a way to end exams, starting off with a tapered end and then ending on a high note, literally. Thank God I’m one paper down, and I’ve got some reasonable time to study for the rest of the papers.
My sister’s taking up the role as my accountant, since she’s one month from a new school year and she’s currently out of a job. Although it’s supposed to be plainly altruistic, she’s charging me a session of K Box to make up for her wage-less job.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Laze and dazed

I thought about the prospect of having someone whom I haven’t told about this blog find it and read it, and I gradually shrugged it off. The sole reason why I didn’t surface this blog to my new circle of friends is so that they can get to know me bit by bit, not read my entire autobiography and laugh at me for something dumb I did in Secondary school. I mean, if you do hit the jackpot and chance upon my blog, good for you. I wouldn’t mind having people reading it; that’s why I put my stuff up here. But I hope this won’t be something people judge me solely by, because I’m more than just a bagful of incessant ramblings. I have a life which I wouldn’t divulge to any Tom, Dick or Harry. So much for reading on privacy laws on the Internet.

Dining with Jack was meaningful, because I’ve never talked so much to a guy friend over dinner before. We could probably continue to talk through the night if not for the fact that we both have got mugging to do through the night, and I couldn’t risk getting thrown out for occupying the table for such a long time. Well, he did rake up some of my painful (and dumb, no doubt) memories from the past, but I just swept them aside as lessons learnt to help me to grow up. And the pain did me good.

I’ve been escaping from someone these few days, but I still got caught, grilled and quashed. It’s a long story, but I’m just hoping I wouldn’t meet such people in my next semester. Seems like our friendship has become a mere leverage to be lazy.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

So things do come back

I guess I’ll mug at home, despite the presence of a gazillion forms of distractions aimed at sucking me away from my mugging spot. At least I don’t have to worry about falling asleep at a foreign location and run the risk of losing my stuff to thieves, or being unable to visit the loo or get food whenever I wanted to. Besides, coordinating with study partners is already a chore by itself. I can’t have the entire world around me yakking and expect myself to stay focused. That’s mental.

Oh, and it’s Norra’s birthday today. I’m not supposed to be concerned, ever since I’ve decided to junk them out of my scope of concern. But it’s of no significant use, since those thoughts keep coming back. I’ve got too much on hand and at heart, and to have discarded emotions finding their way back to me is rendering me overloaded. Anyway, ya, enjoy your 22nd birthday, and try not to break anything again.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Keep that away from me

I'm supposed to be much more pressed to concentrate on mugging after the completion of my programming project (whatever, the deadline was extended to 8 December). But it doesn't help to have a Yamaha organ sitting right in front of me NOW. Apparently my sis is serious about picking it up, and it's creating a bout of chaos in my home, after that absent-minded darling plugged the two-pinned adaptor upside down on the extension bar. And she's supposed to be a Physics student acing in the subject. Oh well. Looks like I'm banished to the school library for my pre-exam mugging for the entire week.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Finishing touches

Was holed up in PC Lab 1 the entire day, excruciatingly trying to figure out those macro procedure, and sleeping at 2.30 this morning didn't help. Thanks god, we're left with the final bits and pieces (which I will have to figure out all by myself AGAIN), and then I'm all done with this piece of arse. My project partner (who, unfortunately, knew nuts about VBA) asked me the other day: "You knew my VBA knowledge is terrible, why still agree to do the project with me?" Apparently the poor chap got chucked by his great "best friend", perhaps because she didn't want to screw her project up. The last time I checked, the madame was still struggling to get her instructions together. Bless her. I mean, if you asked, there's no reason for me to reject, since I can't say "No" to friends. I'm reputable for sticking my thumb into every pie that approaches me, and this case's no exception.At least I've got company for lunch.

Revision schedule's up, and I'm kinda struggling to follow it, LARGELY due to the programming project, and a very volatile sleeping roster. I need to get some good proper coffee and some sleep, or I'll start to suffer from major outbreaks, like what's happening to me now.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Goodie Moodie

Oh, how I derive sadistic pleasure from picking out the glitches and flips from those 'live' performances of professional performing artistes. Every nuance, every syllable, every key... I'm just plain bored, rather.

And I've skinned my laptop! Nope, I didn't peel off its acrylic casing and try to tear it apart; I made it look prettier with a lovely Garskin I got from Harvey Norman. They're carrying Garskins! I got ol' so jumpy like a groupie when I saw the placard advertisement. Bid goodbye to scratches and stains!

My granduncle was recounting how the arse of his white Honda City got smashed in 3 weeks ago along a road at Bukit Gombak, and I also burst out laughing. That white darlin' was under my 'tender loving care' until it, urm, got disemboweled. Now I've to make do with a light blue Honda City with a slightly crooked steering and a spoilt left mirror. Oh god, and the floor mat of on the driver's side almost got me into an accident, which I shall not elaborate to spare all of my near-death experience.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Finished business

After much struggling with trying to keep my writing in a straight line, I finally submitted to sleep at 4.30 this morning. No, it's not because I'm busy mugging my ass off for the semestral exams; it's against my beliefs to burn midnight oil for studies. Apparently I only made it home way way past midnight, after a fulfilling day.

Our musical wrapped up successfully yesterday, after a month of gruelling timelines and pressing factors. I mean, it's presentable for a month-old production, considering things were pretty last-minute and disagreements have arose in the process undermining the success of this project. The post-musical celebrations were super hyped up, with us wishing our birthday girls and taking photos. Then YH came up with the idea to go K. Haha. I brushed it off initially, since it was already pretty late, and we still haven't got the equipment back to the club room. But thanks to JH and Doey's vehicles and everyone's co-operation, we managed to get those speakers, extension wires, mics, guitars, keyboards, drum set, props and a dozen miscellaneous items back to YIH in a jiffy. Yay!

K-ing was a crazy affair, especially with the presence of 4 overly-tired guys. You know what being really tired can do to you; it's brainless reverse psychology. And we were room-hopping (we had 3 rooms in all), so it was a major social event. Just a pity not everyone could join, or else we would have rocked the entire K-Box. The consequence of our crazy crash: 5 extremely worn-out people, 3 bowls of half-eaten tidbits, 4 glasses of beer and 6 glasses of cocktail, 1 broken cocktail glass, a apple-cocktail washed floor but endless memories.

Thanks to Fay and Jane for taking time out to come all the way to PGP to watch the musical; I heard Jane was pretty laughing through out the musical.

Thanks to the many seniors who put in so much effort, as well as all those involved in the musical; you all rock my socks off! Oh and to Jack who has been so-ever-active in giving me comments, kudos to you!

Thanks to all who came to watch this production; it wasn't as grand as other musicals, but considering the 1-month timeline, it's something.

And for that extra bout of motivation, it really did me good.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Unfinished business

Do I have time to blog? Yes I guess so, since I'm already late (anyway), and my printer vomits my Biology lecture notes at an antagonizingly slow pace.


I could have went bonkers yesterday trying to dig myself out of the situation I landed myself in yesterday: I had driving lessons AND late rehearsals, but *gasps* realised on the bus trip to school that I've forgotten my purse! I almost swore out loud on the bus. My IC, my loose change, my cash, my matric card, my ATM card... So I made a frantic call home, only to realise that I've callously left it lying around in my very untidy room. Phew. At least I didn't lose it; I didn't want to risk creating more buzz in my hectic life. BUT I STILL DIDN'T HAVE CASH! Thank God, my habit of leaving things around actually paid off, because I found enough money in my bag to pay for both my driving lesson and my lunch. Imagine having so much money in your bag and not know about it...


(to be continued... I still have to go to school, you know.) Continued at 10.38pm... Did the drive-in-reverse-out thingy, and got a few yellings from my granduncle, but it was pretty fun. My S-course and crank course's getting better, so I hope it won't be the thing that's going to hinder my license acquisition. Rehearsal was fun as well, and we had a few good laughs about it all. My vocals are stil very tight, and I still feel really emotionless singing the song. I mean, I don't suffer the ill fate of a broken-hearted woman, so it's a tad difficult for me to grasp the idea of the song. Oh well, wish me all the luck in the world. P.S: Thanks to YY for waiting for the bus with me. I guess you're right. I'm just too inexperienced with failed relationships to be able to understand the lyrics of the song.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Unbreakable

I'm not emtionally subtle when it comes to music; I laugh and cry with it like it's part of me. When I held Unbreakable in my hands at 12 mindnight the other day, all those intricate yet confusing emotions overwhelmed me. It's like having someone you've longed for for so long come up to you and embracing you in an ol' so comforting beary hug.

As I run my fingers through each and every piece of their past albums, I recalled those memories; I got the first 2 albums relatively late, in 2002, after they've released their 4th one. The mad wait beside the radio, waiting for the cue to call, those magical numbers 35 and 53, and me breaking the decibels after hanging up the call.

Millenium came late as well, when I got it from someone who didn't want it. I still treasure it, together with another identical piece.

Black & Blue was probably the CD I was most emotionally attached to; it helped me through the most difficult moments in secondary school, when I was pretty down and out. I remembered crying almost every night, but their voices would be there to comfort me whenever I hit the PLAY button. It was a depressing period, but I learnt to overcome it with the music I love most.
The hiatus was long and weary, and I got restless. The world caught on as well, citing trash that there'll be no music from them anymore. Then B-Rok stood up for them, promising another album.

Never Gone offered a fresh alternative to their old style, and I loved them even more. But as we celebrated, we had to hold back those tears when Kev wanted out. It was a difficult period for most of us. I remembered choking on those tears when the notice came up. But we knew we had to be strong.

The wait was tormenting, but it was worth the wait. They're still the goofy yet serious bunch I know, and I'll never be able to cast them aside and ignore them, even for just a moment.
I love the Boys, and I'm loving every second of it.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Fish is cold-blooded. BLOODED.

Yes, my confidence and ego did take a huge hit after the Voices concert last night; I weren't even an ounce of what they're capable of. I shadn't say I'm totally defeated, because that's unlike me. It's a good learning experience, as well as an eye opener for young greenhorns like me.

Looking on the brighter side, I'm actually pretty glad my instrumentalists and I got our act together for the first time after one week, so it upped my mood by leaps and bounds. Dinner with fellow Geyaorians was enjoyable, especially with our dear president's quirky words. Well, so JiaHui's vegetarian as well (kudos to all the vegetarians out there!), and I'm extremely impressed by the fact that she manages to stay in shape despite her anti-vegetable-but-nevertheless-vegetarian diet. Super impressed, I shall add. Oh, and we found out that our dear pres has been harbouring the thought that fishes do not have blood.
Oh. My. God.

P.S: Happy belated birthday to Sub, congrats on passing your driving test, you know what to do next (*wink wink*). Haha.