Friday, July 29, 2005
**If I Had Powers**
If I could have any powers from the Fantastic Four, it'd be Invisible Woman's.
For the benefit of those who didn't watch the movie, the Invisible Woman's powers are bending light around her without distorting it aka invisibility
, and creating highly-resistant barriers aka forcefields
. Kinda like the equivalent of Violet from The Incredibles
I'd get out of the house more often.
I'd walk around people with my head up higher.
I'd spy on some people.
I'd play tricks on people that I've always wanted to do.
I'd *force* people away that come too close to me.
I'd worry less about birds flying above me.
I'd fear frying food in boiling oil lesser.
I'd squish spiders without getting spidery goo on me.
And the childish fantasies return to me...send comments to email@example.com
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Thursday, July 28, 2005
**Always Always Late**
Yup. That's me. The birthday forgetter
. Is there even such a word?
One day late. Was reminded by Elvina
a few days ago. Then, was reminded again today when I saw the name "Blondie".
HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY JASON!
How's it feel to be 18?
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Sunday, July 24, 2005
**I'm Okay Now**
Feel so much better now. And I can finally bring myself to blog.
I'm not sad - I think - anymore. But I still do wish I could go back to KL and see the PJ AY again AND
go to Penang.
*Gasp* It's coming back!Quick! Positive thoughts.
And the first thing that comes to mind: CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM.
Fortunately for me, I do have it in the freezer. Gonna have some right now =)send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
**Sighing Isn't Descriptive Enough**
The KL trip was so great that I was reluctant to return home. Undoubtedly, I wasn't the only reluctant one.
Talk about the people at PJ church. The youth there were so nice to us. I felt right at home. Didn't make friends with everyone though, just a few. There simply wasn't enough time to get to know everyone of them. Oh God, I miss them.
There was this guy, not from PJ but Penang, I haven't met for years: Jayce Gooi. The last time I remember him was when I was only a kid. I confronted him (after garnering all my courage) on Friday night, asking him if he was from SAUC. I knew he was, but I didn't know what else to ask to start a conversation.
The next day, I was stuck to him like glue. I even ponteng
the activities in the afternoon just so I can talk to him. He followed us to the sundown worship at a park in Bukit Jalil and I spent half the night with him. One of the PJ AY girls joked that we were gay because we were so close.
It was that same night that I might never see him again. We said our goodbyes. He gave a hug. I was so sad (still am, actually). Honestly, I wanted to cry. The lump, prior to the crying, was already in my throat. I mean, he's such a great guy. Like I told Jason, who is back in Kuching, I'm absolutely sad and frustrated at the thought of the potential of being great friends with him.
I'd like to say we got along very, very well. Don't know if he felt the same way. Just wish we had more time.
Some time today, I wished I never met him. Spare me the depression. Spare me this sinking feeling in me.
Please don't get me wrong. I'm glad to have met him and to get to know him. The possibility to be great friends is there, maybe just really small. Being the pessimist I am, this possibility seems... impossible.
Penang seems so far away from where I am...
Think this post is long? These words are but the tip of the iceberg of my current being. The 10% that you can see. Let me heave one big breath and,SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
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Thursday, July 14, 2005
Tomorrow's the first time I get on a plane after 3-4(?) years. Not that I'm really eager to get on one, really. The ear pressure thingy is really annoying. Doesn't hurt, just annoying.
Like I said in my post before, I'm looking forward to the journey, not so the destination.
Coming back on Sunday. That means I'm gonna miss some of my shows. But I have no regrets. Shopping counters missed episodes.
Hope everything goes well, especially the flight :) I'm a tad bit paranoid about flying. Many possibilities. You never know.send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org
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Wednesday, July 13, 2005
**The Effects of Time on Love**
Got this email a long time ago but it's only now that I opened it :)Dating Process: Six weeks - I love you, I love you, I love you. Six months - Of course I love you. Six years - Look, if I didn't love you why do you think I proposed? Gifts: Six weeks - Honey, I really hope you like it. Six months - I bought you a painting it goes with the living room motif. Six years - Here's the money. Buy yourself something.Phone ringing:Six weeks - Baby, somebody wants you on the phone. Six months - Here, for you. Six years - THE PHONE IS RINGING. Cooking:Six weeks - I never knew food could taste so good. Six months - Are we having anything for dinner tonight?Six years - AGAIN!?!New Dress:Six weeks - You look like an angel in that dress. Six months - You bought a new dress again? Six years - How much did THAT cost?
Hahahahaha! Hope that doesn't happen to me!send comments to email@example.com
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Tuesday, July 12, 2005
**A New Word**
Just as Elvina
(hugs! and kisses!) found herself a new word, 'Ethnocentrism', I found myself a new word too: Redophile. Stumbled upon it while surfing the net.Redophile aka The Redhead Fetish
There are some people (male and female) who describe themselves as "redophiles." These people have a strong love for, and usually, are sexually attracted to redheads. As in any paraphilia, there are varying degrees to which a self-described redophile holds their desire. While some people favor the red hair solely for its aesthetic pleasantness, others are more passionate and insist on giving their attentions only to natural redheads because they possess certain desired physical features like pale skin that never tans, freckles, light pink areolas, and red pubic hair. In addition to having appealing physical traits, redophiles perceive redheads as generally being more passionate than other people. Redophiles feel that having this in a partner is an additional spice to life that promises to always keep things interesting. Also, since redheads are such a small minority in the world, redophiles see redheads as a rare find, and thus are worthy of being treasured like pearls. (taken from http://www.searchword.org/re/red-hair.html)
Please don't salah faham
. I like red hair for its "aesthetic pleasantness", nothing more. I have no sexual fetishes over it.
BTW, Lindsay Lohan, why did you go blonde???send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org
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Monday, July 11, 2005
**No Where to Look but Forward**
Now that my music exam is over, I feel so free!
Can't wait to go to KL. 14 AY members going with 3 adults. Actually, I'm not looking forward to the destination. The journey is more fun. Nothing is more exciting than travelling with friends.
I must enjoy life while I still can.send comments to email@example.com
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Friday, July 08, 2005
It's over. Just like that. I've just done my Grade 8.
I can't believe myself. I was so, so stupid. When the examiner (who is British with very nice GREEN eyes) asked me to play B flat in thirds, I told him that it wasn't in my syllabus.
Then I realized he meant separate hands
, not hands together
. It was in my syllabus. Played it after I realized my stupid misunderstanding. I so wanted to apologize profusely.
Aural was screwed up. He asked me to sing a tune he just played. It was stuck clearly in my head, but I sang something else.
And then came the chord progression (it was a plagal cadence, btw). He asked me to identify the last three chords. I couldn't get the first one eventhough it was obviously a IIb. You know what I guessed? VIb. VIIc.
Finally got the chord identified, after much mental self-beating. I'm good in aural. So then what happened???
After that, everything went smoothly. My pieces and scales were fine (keyword: fine, not great). But I'm absolutely sure I will NOT get a distinction. Absolutely positively. Or is it 'negatively' since my sentence is negative?
Although it would be nice if I did. Wait, it would be better than nice.
Overall, I did okay. Still recovering from the self-beating. *sigh*
Stupid? Very.send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org
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Thursday, July 07, 2005
Not so nervous about my exam anymore. Although, it is the only thing that is running through my head (well, except for Lost, which happens to be tonight).
There is so much expectation I have to live up to. I'm sure Elvina knows that.
Thanks to the people who wish me luck. Cuz I'm gonna need lots of it. send comments to email@example.com
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Tuesday, July 05, 2005
**It's Creeping Up to Me**
I wish I can just shake this feeling off.
My piano exam's this Friday. I'm freaking worried.
I know I'll pass. But I don't know how well (or how bad, rather) I will do. I really don't want to get a meagre "pass". At least a "merit".
For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, passing the music exam has 3 levels. If examiners really express themselves, I think this is what they'll say.
- Pass: "Congratulations. You barely made the passing mark. Oh look, I've run out of space (on this slip) to write about where you went wrong..."
- Merit: "You're better than what I've seen so far, I'll give you that. But I've seen better. Way better."
- Distinction: "My, you really do practise your scales, don't you? By the way, your teacher's cute."
Okay, so maybe the comment about the teacher isn't real.
I just hope I can get at least a merit.
Why does Grade 8 have to be so hard???send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org
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