I almost lost my head when I couldn't get ANY connections for the entire day, so I'm confined to playing Sims 2, which has become a nauseatingly boring game. I'm just amazed with the architecture tools, so all I'm doing now is building houses and houses for days on end.
And I've realised why I'm always so jittery before, during and after my driving lessons; I'm afraid of my instructor.-_-I know it sounds insane, since the instructor is my granduncle. But ever since I incurred his wrath the other day, I've been getting all stressed up whenever my hands rest on the steering wheel. Oh man, I need to overcome this thing.
Meanwhile, I'm starting to have an increasing number of people coming to me just to pour out their woes and whatevernot. I won't turn them down, but it's getting difficult for me to shoulder all the emotional burden. Forget it; I'll continue to be the bottomless well of accumulated misery. Now I need my beauty sleep to generate more positive vibes.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The taste of happiness
What made my day:
Having Subway for dinner. God knows how much I love Subway. Like how I can have vermicelli for 5 days in a row, I can have Subway for an entire week if I can afford the trip to school everyday (which gets me a 20% discount off every purchase). I love my honey oat, I love my Veggie Delite, I love my honey mustard and I love my double chocolate chip cookie. I’m basically a Subway-whore. Plus I’ve got great company for dinner, so that probably value-adds to the entire dining experience.
Visiting the clubroom for the first time in a month. Mr. Yellow’s transformed the entire room into a recording studio, and I was joking with Jack that the studio (which formerly looked like a storeroom) finally had leg space for more than 3 people. (Apparently the image of being squeezed into the puny little studio with CY and ZY is still hovering vividly in my mind) The only thing’s that I felt a little intimidated by the presence of seniors (like I always do), so my voice didn’t open until we left the room.
Picking up tips and lessons from Skyler and Jack on guitar and vocals. They’re absolutely wonderful instrumentalists cum vocalists, and I had a great time. Despite the fact that the index finger on my left hand is currently nursing a huge blister from all that barring, it was a great opportunity for us to exchange tips and comments. I swear I’ll work on using my diaphragm after I’m done with the barring.
Having soup for supper. Typical Cantonese girl, you might say. I’ll always finish my soup right up to the last drop, as long as it’s home-cooked and does not contain any fragments of meat. All it took was a single phone call from my dad to get me zooming home for that bowl of piping hot soup. Ah, the taste of happiness.
Okay, I need to grab a fruit and hit the sack.
Having Subway for dinner. God knows how much I love Subway. Like how I can have vermicelli for 5 days in a row, I can have Subway for an entire week if I can afford the trip to school everyday (which gets me a 20% discount off every purchase). I love my honey oat, I love my Veggie Delite, I love my honey mustard and I love my double chocolate chip cookie. I’m basically a Subway-whore. Plus I’ve got great company for dinner, so that probably value-adds to the entire dining experience.
Visiting the clubroom for the first time in a month. Mr. Yellow’s transformed the entire room into a recording studio, and I was joking with Jack that the studio (which formerly looked like a storeroom) finally had leg space for more than 3 people. (Apparently the image of being squeezed into the puny little studio with CY and ZY is still hovering vividly in my mind) The only thing’s that I felt a little intimidated by the presence of seniors (like I always do), so my voice didn’t open until we left the room.
Picking up tips and lessons from Skyler and Jack on guitar and vocals. They’re absolutely wonderful instrumentalists cum vocalists, and I had a great time. Despite the fact that the index finger on my left hand is currently nursing a huge blister from all that barring, it was a great opportunity for us to exchange tips and comments. I swear I’ll work on using my diaphragm after I’m done with the barring.
Having soup for supper. Typical Cantonese girl, you might say. I’ll always finish my soup right up to the last drop, as long as it’s home-cooked and does not contain any fragments of meat. All it took was a single phone call from my dad to get me zooming home for that bowl of piping hot soup. Ah, the taste of happiness.
Okay, I need to grab a fruit and hit the sack.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Apathy is crap
My eyes continue to dart around the living room, scouring for any creepy crawlies. A cockroach decided to appear before me an hour ago before disappearing into a dark corner, and I have the guts to neither catch it nor make a huge fuss about a six-legged creature at 1 am, so the best I can do is to keep it as far away from me as possible.
As usual, my mum was pretty pissed when I came home after midnight, and the first thing she said was, “Why are you in my blouse?” So I struck up the idea of praising her dress sense and fashion taste to the skies, which managed to appease the lioness just a little. Alright, I’m feeling pretty guilty here, so I’ll keep myself at home tomorrow, apart from my driving lesson. I should have told her and Dad that I’ll be late (which I had conveniently forgotten), so I should be grounded or banished to the gallows.
I don’t know if all I can do is to pretend that nothing’s ever happened every time the same thing crops up. It’s getting increasingly difficult to suppress those hurtful words with each occurrence, but I’ll keep it inside for the sake of a friendship and with the hope that things will change for the better. It’s unlike me, but I shall defy Nature and myself to retain this friendship. It means a lot to me, so I don’t see why it seems like trash to you.
As usual, my mum was pretty pissed when I came home after midnight, and the first thing she said was, “Why are you in my blouse?” So I struck up the idea of praising her dress sense and fashion taste to the skies, which managed to appease the lioness just a little. Alright, I’m feeling pretty guilty here, so I’ll keep myself at home tomorrow, apart from my driving lesson. I should have told her and Dad that I’ll be late (which I had conveniently forgotten), so I should be grounded or banished to the gallows.
I don’t know if all I can do is to pretend that nothing’s ever happened every time the same thing crops up. It’s getting increasingly difficult to suppress those hurtful words with each occurrence, but I’ll keep it inside for the sake of a friendship and with the hope that things will change for the better. It’s unlike me, but I shall defy Nature and myself to retain this friendship. It means a lot to me, so I don’t see why it seems like trash to you.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Another K-ing session
It was utterly traumatizing to walk past a dozen shoes shops and not be able to try on anything on sale because of my injured toe. I could curse a gazillion times and no one would hear me. Thank God I still managed to get earrings (after seeing someone spotting a different pair every time I spotted her, and all of them are equally lovely), so my mood wasn’t that adversely affected. My legs almost cramped after making several rounds at Bugis Junction, but it was much-needed exercise for me so I had nothing much to complain about. I promised to go back for The Body Shop’s White Musk (largely due to the new purple-tinted bottle which is very much adored by moi), but I didn’t. Oh man.
Freaking out became habitual yesterday, with plenty of surprises. No one told me that Louis (a.k.a the Golden Mouth who startles when he sings) was coming, but he was a great addition to the K-Box session. Who doesn’t love to hear him sing? My digicam comes in handy every session, because it captures every ounce of singing beautifully and I don’t have to use QuickTime Player to listen to it since it’s in WAV. format. It was no exception this time round, and we managed to goof around for a bit. The pressure was huge at the beginning (hello?! I’m singing with 2 people with stunning voices), but it faded after a few up tempo songs. Plus stuff does crop up, and we had a huge laugh about it (especially me). Enjoyable session, once again.
Freaking out became habitual yesterday, with plenty of surprises. No one told me that Louis (a.k.a the Golden Mouth who startles when he sings) was coming, but he was a great addition to the K-Box session. Who doesn’t love to hear him sing? My digicam comes in handy every session, because it captures every ounce of singing beautifully and I don’t have to use QuickTime Player to listen to it since it’s in WAV. format. It was no exception this time round, and we managed to goof around for a bit. The pressure was huge at the beginning (hello?! I’m singing with 2 people with stunning voices), but it faded after a few up tempo songs. Plus stuff does crop up, and we had a huge laugh about it (especially me). Enjoyable session, once again.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Rescue me
I’m feeling a tragic sense of dejection, just an hour after my NM paper. The advent of another paper which I’m totally not confident of continues to hit the wrong notes today. Oh man, even a second cup of coffee isn’t going to help. I’m just feeling totally down at the dumps. How I wish things could just flash past and voila, it’s 24 hours later and I’m frolicking down the sides of Scotts Road. I’m not the crazed shopaholic whom I happened to overhear a conversation from (“It’s like, I’ll study for half and hour and ‘I wanna go shopping!’”); I’m just dying to complete this wholly arduous process of going in, sitting down, cracking my brains and creating smudges of ink all over my paper. And things will start again, all from the beginning, every semester.
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