MY HOME's done! After all the gruelling late night practices, we're done!
It was MUCH more successful than last year's, given how we were better-prepared this time round. As usual, screwed up some stuff here and there. First half was like chopchopchop. done.
Everyone pushed and pushed and upped the tempo like no one's business.
Angklung piece, Pearl pulled Steph's mum up. I pulled Pearl's friend up. The former knew her audience participant, the latter didn't.
I have yet to register the fact that my hairy yarn mallet got stuck at one of the keys when I was doing William Tell.
On our way to YMS, this idiotic pest called Steph's and my mobile. Darn that crazy prank caller. Called Steph, then called me. Then called Stephie like 5 times consecutively as we made our way to YMS. It was damn stupid. Kim just took the phone and did some "entertainment" as well. You stupid guy! What the hell's wrong with you! So free ah, do nothing but hang on to that phone all day long and scold expletives and do stupid stuff. Speak so softly and murmur like a sick cat. Useless stupid irritant.
Anyway, back to the concert. Keyboard ensemble was quite satisfactory. THANK GOD history didn't repeat itself. =D Kaiyun said it was like the music was the kind that could "get your butt off the seat and dance". Haha.
Rasa Sayang was like, uh, don't know what to say. I want to listen to the playback and hear for myself how the a capella sounded like. =s
I think it'd be funny.
Going home with Steph was pure madness. We laughed out loud and talked throughout the whole journey. Concerts get me high, ALWAYS. And when I'm high, I lose that bit of self-consciousness, and can afford to heck care everything else for a while.
And after every concert, I don't want the night to end. Because, it's a special feeling... haha.
Been close to a week since I last did a posting.
MY HOME's drawing close, which explains for our intensive practices. Amidst this hair-pulling and torturous period with the accumulating projects, there is still something nice to it, which is not really explicable.
It's probably the feeling making music together as a group, which is even made more special by the fact that there isn't a single guy performing this time round, save for the tutor.
All hail the girls!
I know somehow someone would think that I'm dumb and stupid and naive to think that I can juggle both THIS and school. But hey, since I'm given this opportunity to, why not JUST DO IT? I mean, it's not like usual for you to pop by and just join a group like this...
So ya.
That aside, I really am tired la. Haha. It's probbaly just the thought of having to attend sch tomorrow, and the irksome storytelling project. Just looking at the picture of our coffee perfume gets me really amused. And I'VE never in the 3 years I've know Amanda see her laugh... like THAT. Apalled and greatly tickled. Should have snapped that historical moment for keepsakes.
Exhausted. Very deprived of sleep these days.
I used to wake up once the alarm goes off. Lately, I'll steal a few more seconds of shut-eye, and wake up later to find 5 minutes gone.
Today's dinner was finger-lickin' good. Nono, it's not KFC I had, it's something better...CRABS!
My aunt cooked them, you should have seen how I was happily scrapping the flesh out from every nook and corner. Hahaha.
Someone we "interrogated" at the dinner table got terribly upset. I was taken aback. We didn't know he'd get so heartbroken over it. But really, at what he's now, BGRs should NOT be taken too seriously. *poorthing* I believe he'll snap out of it
soon. Hang in there, little bro'.
Storytelling and BLAW. Ugh. I thought I like projects, I must have had a screw loose somewhere back then.
I don't feel like a Year 2. This is not good, right?
I lack motivation.
I just downloaded Live Messenger. And I'm a little little bit confused as to what is going on. Need a little getting used to...
Too many uncanny coincidences, it freaks me out a little.
My weekend is
BURNT. Saturday SPU practice till 9p.m, or is it 9.30p.m? Sunday, practice again till 4p.m, and then it's the annual student concert for piano. I'm getting a bit jumpy now cuz I haven't yet memorise my score. =s
And I just saw the programme booklet, didn't know my friend would be performing as well. It's been years. Hope it wouldn't turn out too awkward.
Next week is
INTENSIVE PRACTICE. Like really intensive, considering how it's night practices after long hours at school for me.
COME COME COME PEOPLE! Come and give us girls your support! The pieces ain't that bad, really.
TAX tutorial left BY feeling
super high, and she coolly blamed it on me. =s Goodness, her 8 looked very much like a 3, my fault ah?! Haha...
I think I was really
NORMAL during lecture today. =D -Applause please- Previously, I've been a nut case, and they've found out some weird quirks of mine. (.".)
Oh, and
Miss VBY is back! Just that she's a bit nicer to me nowadays. Alas, she still couldn't keep her hands to herself today and hit me while we waited for the lights to turn green today, after I told her SJ and I were laughing at how she smiled and waved so excitedly at us as the bus pulled away from the stop yesterday.
It hurt ok?! =(
And and and, she was so delighted upon sighting the caucasian behind the counter at Mac's today, that she nearly stepped on my feet.
Please help my dear friend, and let her keep with her more moments of sanity. =)She always get euphoric at irregular intervals, which never fails to leave the rest of us all staring at her wide-eyed, thinking... "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"
Ok, I digressed.
Now I'll pray that I'll return home in
one piece after school tomorrow after she's done reading this entry.
I might be lucky.
I survived the last battle without having to don on a full body armour, as she'd warned me to.;D
FIT presentation. She was sleeping when we were presenting. Thought it only happened to me. Turned out everyone also got the same treatment. Maybe that's how it is being the last group presenting.
Movie treat =D
Recycle- I really got a shock somewhere near the opening, but the rest weren't as bad.
My pathetic dinner. Coz I can't finish a proper dinner in like under 20 min , so ya.
My feet hurt pretty badly, and my shoes' protesting having been worn for around 4 years already. The insole of the shoe's peeling already.
I didn't buy any shorts nor shoes, coz' quite expensive. But I'd really like to get a good, nice pair of shorts fit for wearing outside of home. Haha...
The journey home was pretty fruitful. It's like listening to an old uncle talk about his experience and all. Wahaha.
My feet still hurts la.
What can I say? The darnest things happen when you least expect it. ^^Not too long ago, I felt brave. It's been a while since I last felt that way, and it was really missed. It appeared as if, for the short while that feeling stayed, that nothing,
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, could have brought me down.
I also remembered telling someone, (i can't remember who), that I felt really calm on Thursday on the journey to school. Such serenity...
So, I had a great time at practice yesterday, without -ahem-, who didn't turn up. Somehow, it's pretty pressurizing when he's around. Haha...
I shall say this though I don't think it's allowed in the write-up, or so I've been told:
The idea of a
10-girl percussion group for the concert is pretty motivating, and cool. =D
So, please please please come support us =)
Just to jolt your memory a bit:
MY HOME
29th July
YMS (54 Waterloo Street)
7.30 p.m
$12 (Free Seating)
CHMA 06Ok, I admit. I was so floored by what they did last year, that I HAD to go see for myself how they would fare this year.
So, I got Stephie to go along.
We reached around 7, and hung around some 7/8 guys, patiently waiting to collect our tickets. The tickets looked like cards. Sleek black, and the material's good too.
Got in, sat down, waited till like around 8 before they started. =( Stephie's getting tired, so am I.
And before the curtains were drawn, there's this "drumset" playing, which is really someone else's voice. It lasted for quite a while, and I'm awed at his seemingly-good stamina.
The 13 year olds blew us away, on with a voice larger than his body mass, and another, with his passion for the Yangqin. By the way, the one who played Yangqin ended up the best performer for the night. =) The electone player was good too. But I suppose I have to really give credit for that, with a feet stomping away and fingers playing the melody, you gotta have like
REALLY REALLY GOOD co-ordination. It's always been amazing to see that one can cook up an orchestra alone.
Bands were a bit disappointing, bass guitars were just booming away, it covered the melody played by the other guitar. For another, "smoke in the water", the drumset was just crashing away, especially the snare, and those rimshots, and we could barely hear the vocalist.
Emcees Merv and mr-i-forgot-what's-his-name were barely audible, but guest host Mark Tan did a GREAT JOB! I really think he should just go be a host on television.
Shawn Tan was brilliant and steady. The audience were giggling over this microphone stand which wouldn't stay where the IMedia guy positioned it to be, but Mr Shawn just concentrated on his keyboard and singing. When a technical glitch resulted in a small hiccup, he seemed unfazed and continued singing.
The 2 guys who sang "Right here waiting" were also fantastic.
Amazingly, when they screened the CHMA-in-the-making video in which Paul Twohill gave a brief recount of his CHMA experience, the audience didn't go wild.
Stephie and I were like wide-eyed when one of the emcees got flowers, and something more...
Still a great effort, nonetheless! And they gave out IPODS again!
Went to the Asian Civilizations Museum for storytelling today. Pondered over the Ngee Ann Auditorium they housed. Was it merely a coincidence of name? Or did NP contributed something to earn that place there? Haha.
We watched video tapes, of The Emu & The Sun, of Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes. One left me pretty clueless, the other was a tad bit draggy. Then we did a mini tour around the museum in groups of 4, and we had to come up with a story of our own in an hour. Pretty interesting, probably because it's my first time there.
Ya, such a country bumpkin, I know.
Anyway, so back in the discovery room, we were allowed to use this puppet house, which was really cool and fun. But, she wasn't exactly in the best of moods today, and failed one of the group for the assignment. Fortunately, they were given a second shot at it, though she said it'd be capped at a D-grade.
So I guess Storytelling's just that teenie-weenie bit better than Popular Culture perhaps. Haha.
But right now, I'm having problems comprehending the instructions for reflections. =x Ala.
Ok, I realise I quite like using the word "Ala" nowadays. Even though I haven't the slightest idea what that means. But it sounds better than "sucks" or "shit" right? Haha.
This week, it's TAX that's killing me. Oh, and FIT.
Why this week so many tutorial presentations ah?
-pulls hair-
I kind of hate coming online nowadays, because it'd usually mean that there was work to be done.
Well, but I'm not referring to NOW. Coz I just came online to relax a bit, and waste some time.
I might get that belt. I want it. I'll probably save up on some other stuff, which I can't really think of right now, because I don't spend a lot on useless stuff.
The Beautiful Game's ending tomorrow morning. And I haven't caught any of the matches. I don't think I can stay up to watch the final either. I might just sleep infront of the tv.
I came across this book of poems. One's titled Unanswered Calls or is it Unanswered Messages. Either way, it got to me. It just stinks and sting when you wait by the phone for one silly sms or e-mail. For details, you could go look at Steph's blog. She did an entry on something of this sort. So ya.
It still hurts a little. Something, somewhere.
It's crazy to have to wake up at 5.30a.m, when you have classes at 9a.m, just to do that stinking project, which never fails to make me brain-dead.
So dog-tired. I'm just
this close to a breakdown. I don't understand COST. Holy shit.
Lucky thing there're stuffs like my new pair of skinnyjeans, great friends and family that're keeping me from insanity.
If not, I think I'll just SNAP and go mad, like
REALLY.
supposed to be in bed now. supposed to be dreaming, snoring, kicking my pillows all over onto the floor.
yet, here i am, incessantly typing away.
school's been crazy.
and a little monotonous.
i found a new show to watch. oprah winfrey show. interesting, yet it seems a bit misplaced for someone my age to be watching. just have this feeling.
the 6 words i learnt from her show today?
he's just not that into you.i saw that book with that title somewhere at Popular. the book she had with her seemed strangely familiar. the book's beckoning me.
i need to know that i'm moving on. not stuck in a hole so deep somewhere i can't crawl out of. when will i be truly liberated?
