Call me mad, but I'm carefully cultivating my calluses. It takes alot of sacrifices to do something I love really well, so even if playing the guitar is going to give me calluses and disfigure my hands, I'm going to give it my all. Ooh, that rush of bubbles and little hearts to the epitome of my brain is making me go all pink!
Sometimes it takes alot to rip your heart wide open and expose that raw side of you to people. No everyone favours that side of yours, and that's the downside of trying to be true to those around you.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Your last smile
That shy boy.
That smile which was etched on his face and now in my mind.
That limp handshake which I took into my own hands.
That very cute reply.
That voice which mesmorised me.
That smile which was etched on his face and now in my mind.
That limp handshake which I took into my own hands.
That very cute reply.
That voice which mesmorised me.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
The big fat brown envelope
3rd of May 2007.
I'm officially an undergraduate.
But the unfulfiled wish to have both universities accept me is still lingering in my mind. Perhaps I'll just wait for another 2 weeks to see if another envelope will find its way into my mailbox.
Just another 2 weeks.
I'm officially an undergraduate.
But the unfulfiled wish to have both universities accept me is still lingering in my mind. Perhaps I'll just wait for another 2 weeks to see if another envelope will find its way into my mailbox.
Just another 2 weeks.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Thanks for the truth
You know how excruciating it is to have to wait for so long, get rebutted for not being understanding and have the ugly truth sploshed in your face like a bucketful of ice cubes. That was what I got, and I'm utterly unappreciative of such egoistic behaviour. But on the account that we've been classmates and (good) friends for so long, I'll forgive you for whatever misconception you have of me. I'm a girl, and I appreciate it when people actually listen to me. If you decide to shut yourself out of my life (or the other way round), there's absolutely nothing I can do, and will do. But I treasured every single moment of friendship with you and hopefully the kind of platonic friendship we had forged in the past will continue its run in our life theatre.
But thanks for everything, all in all.
But thanks for everything, all in all.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Genting trip 29/4 - 1/5
I had the extremely unrealistic urge to attempt to bring back with me a part of the clouds from the highlands of Genting in a bottle, but it came across as a mission-impossible idea, so all I brought back are memories, food and even more precious memories. Hmmm, shall I start to do my Math?
1.The number of times we tried the Space Shot. The hesitation to play the game started to linger from afternoon onwards, where I caught the screams from this station at the Outdoor Theme Park. It sounds like an asylum resident’s idea to get yourself strapped to a chair, raised 10 storeys above ground level and into the clouds, and get the hell ride of your life as you drop without warning from up there. The feeling of insecurity hovers above your head the entire time, despite the presence of a harness and, well, a harness. Everyone became equal at that point of time and place. If it isn’t wrecked by multiple plays the next time I set foot on Genting, it’ll definitely be a must-try.
2.The number of nights we spent there. This memory of our first overseas trip together will forever be etched in my mind. How many times in your lifetime can you get the opportunity to travel out of the country with your bunch of Besties? It’s another first time on our list.
3.The number of bruises I’m currently nursing from the multiple times we spent at the Bumper Cars. And mysteriously, all of them take the shape of Mickey Mouse. Also the number of hours we spent singing karaoke. I would probably head to Genting whenever I feel the urge to sing if I had the means to do so. RM 18 for 3 hours of singing, lovely lunch, a bunch of cute waiters popping in every now and then and a huge room was totally worth the while. The only downside would be the lack of recent songs.
4.The 4 of us. My life just became more meaningful with my Besties around, and this trip was no exception.
6.The total number of hours I slept during this 3D-2N trip, maybe slightly more. It’d be a huge waste to spend the entire night sleeping when we could use this time for doing obscenely childish stuff like asking questions and deriving the answers from poker cards. We did just that last night, and we had more than just a couple of good laughs, denial, disbelief and agreement.
Alright, I’m freaking shagged at this point of time, so if I happen to remember more stuff (despite hitting my head once at the monorail station and thrice on the tour bus), I’ll probably put it in my next entry.
1.The number of times we tried the Space Shot. The hesitation to play the game started to linger from afternoon onwards, where I caught the screams from this station at the Outdoor Theme Park. It sounds like an asylum resident’s idea to get yourself strapped to a chair, raised 10 storeys above ground level and into the clouds, and get the hell ride of your life as you drop without warning from up there. The feeling of insecurity hovers above your head the entire time, despite the presence of a harness and, well, a harness. Everyone became equal at that point of time and place. If it isn’t wrecked by multiple plays the next time I set foot on Genting, it’ll definitely be a must-try.
2.The number of nights we spent there. This memory of our first overseas trip together will forever be etched in my mind. How many times in your lifetime can you get the opportunity to travel out of the country with your bunch of Besties? It’s another first time on our list.
3.The number of bruises I’m currently nursing from the multiple times we spent at the Bumper Cars. And mysteriously, all of them take the shape of Mickey Mouse. Also the number of hours we spent singing karaoke. I would probably head to Genting whenever I feel the urge to sing if I had the means to do so. RM 18 for 3 hours of singing, lovely lunch, a bunch of cute waiters popping in every now and then and a huge room was totally worth the while. The only downside would be the lack of recent songs.
4.The 4 of us. My life just became more meaningful with my Besties around, and this trip was no exception.
6.The total number of hours I slept during this 3D-2N trip, maybe slightly more. It’d be a huge waste to spend the entire night sleeping when we could use this time for doing obscenely childish stuff like asking questions and deriving the answers from poker cards. We did just that last night, and we had more than just a couple of good laughs, denial, disbelief and agreement.
Alright, I’m freaking shagged at this point of time, so if I happen to remember more stuff (despite hitting my head once at the monorail station and thrice on the tour bus), I’ll probably put it in my next entry.
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