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Tuesday, May 30, 2006
harlooo! i tell you ah.. all my little darlings out there.. you must study hard okay? each and every one of you.. and yes, including you, the one who is secretly reading my blog without permission.. *looks straight at you even though youre trying desperately to sink into your chair* you must study hard okay? if not, your life will be.. boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring boring
yeah, which somewhat equals to having no life. yeah so, the moral of the story is, study hard now when you have the chance to okay? okay lemme tell you what triggered off this spark of over-concernedness over all you poor souls out there.. and yes you, even the one trying not to peek at my blog out of the corner of your eye but who is failing miserably.. i went to work today at my bass teacher's music school.. playhouse music school. (yeah go there if you wanna learn music!) and its not like a very demanding job, just doing admin-cum-clerical stuff and all.. but think about it.. is it what you want to do for the rest of your life? you (and me) will really have no life if we do that for the rest of our lives! ya lah.. dont wanna be naggy okay? i tell you my wrinkles coming out already.. can show you if you want.. but you get the picture..
oh wells.. on a much much nicer note, its the hols! woots woots! i absolutely love holidays man.. it really beats ponning school. now you can actually slack without feeling a pang of guilt at all! if only my whole life were a vacation, wouldnt that be great? hmph. actually no. if i spent my whole life holidaying, then id never work. if i never work, ill never have enough money to go shopping! oh groans.. thats a bad thought. bad thought. bad! bad thought! i hereby banish you, the bad thought, to never never land. i dont wish to ever see you again. okay :) yeah, but seriously, on the way home earlier i saw this woman proudly clutching her robinsons great singapore sale plastic bags.. i nearly died. DID YOU KNOW. i (all the way) down to robinsons bright and early (early for me at least) on saturday, only to find the object of my desires, a $13 dress which was like, 80% off, GONE. disappeared.. without a trace. sold out. snatched away by the ugly wrinkly hands of my scheming, plotting competitors. rargh. oh well, i shall be nice. :) im glad you took it and bought it, fellow shoppers. *nods earnestly* i sure hope you can fit into though. haha thanks jessie and cla for accompanying me down anyways! yeah.. so heres my plan for the hols.. work and study so that at the end of the hols.. i can go out shopping with qiyi completely guilt-free.. harharharharharrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr oh yeah. did i tell you ive got a pet rabbit? no? okay i tell you now. i gail wang xinya, have officially gotten a pet rabbit. oi. youre supposed to cheer, dummy. *readers stare blankly at me and make gutteral noises in their throats which i think is supposed to resemble cheering* oh wells.. no matter. its kinda belated already anyway. yeah. so my pet rabbit is sooo cute. except that its so silent all the time, i dont feel like talking to it at all. in fact, i think ive actually developed an affinity for telepathy simply by spending time with my rabbit! how cool is that? and, can somebody tell me please, why on earth is its pee like.. brown?!?!? that is like how gross lah.. i thought pee is supposed to be yellowish in colour. am i like misfeeding it or something? *stares in horror* oh yeah. speaking of misfeeding, did you know my rabbit doesnt actually eat carrots? how weird is that.. thanks to my mothers wonderful idea of putting my rabbit on a sad sad diet because she thinks its not hungry anyway, my rabbit now eats.. *drumroll* apple! and lychee! or rather, whatever fruit im eating at the moment. what a nice owner am i. i am its new best friend! *grins*
7:34 pm
Sunday, May 21, 2006
you know, in a scary, somewhat weird way, i can see myself becoming like my mother. the very thought of me growing up to be like her makes me cringe, and yet sometimes it seems kinda inevitable. i was looking out of my window, just slacking and enjoying my perfectly wonderful sunday, and then i saw a rather interesting sight. there was this dad who sat near the pool who walked over to the poolside every now and then to instruct his son on the front crawl.. hmmm.. i wondered. why dont you 1) get into the pool and swim yourself? 2) why dont you just get a swimming instructor? its like either he cant really swim himself and doesnt want to attempt to in front of his son.. or.. maybe its like he used to be a swimmer himself but now is so far from his glory days that the thought of stepping into that large body of water is simply too painful. sigh. and then i realised that (horror of horrors) i can sort of understand why. its like you got a little lost along your way in life, made your mistakes, hurt people, and also got hurt along the way. and you dont want that to happen to your precious one.. dont want him/her to miss the chances that you did. dont want them to miss out on the things you wished you had a chance to do.. and so you pin all your hopes and unfulfilled dreams on that darling of yours.. maybe if not in my lifetime, then in yours.. if im not good enough.. then maybe you are.. and you can be good enough.. you will be good enough dammit. i will make sure you are.. whatever i was not able to be.. its sort of like a second chance at life.. in that way i can sort of understand why my parents scream at me.. why they nag... how come theyre such pain the ***es sometimes.. and then sometimes im able to see past their idiosyncrasies and weird habits to what they once might have been.. somewhat like me.. and this is where it starts getting scary.. oh no.. oh no no no no no..! how can it be.. i just saw my mum and my uncle arguing.. or rather having a heated debate.. on how to split the cost of my grandfather's medical bill.. is that all that i will become? is that my fate.. that i have to be resigned to for the rest of my life once i have grown up? :S *shivers at the frightening thought* will i become one of those aunties at the market haggling over the price of a sliver of meat, or a tiny piece of this or that? and so the child in me cries out.. NOOOOO.. NOOOOOOOOO! never! let me stay in never-never-land like forever.. i want to be happy and carefree.. and life to be oh so simple.. *pouts and whines simultaneously* i want frienships and siblingships and what-have-you-ships to be what they are.. and not soured by money-matters.. and complicated adult stuff.. oh why cant i go back to be a nice little mg girl who loves going to school and wants nothing more than that.... sigh.. oh wells, enough of me whining about what i cant change.. unless i can somehow rewind time.. (which i think is highly possible, except that humans are too dimwitted to figure out how) yeah so i found this on someone else's blog which i think one of my friends would find very nice reading.. yeah.. so i guess youll know who you are when you read it.. Lover I see couples holding hands, Crushes developing. Why do I need to worry? I have the greatest lover holding me in his arms. He’ll never let me go. He’ll always love me, encourage me, and guide me. He sees my flaws but loves me just as I am. He loves me enough to correct and discipline me. He knows me inside out, more than I know myself. My weaknesses and flaws are not hidden from him. Yet, he takes joy in my strengths. He sympathises with me, Weeps when I weep, Laughs when I laugh. You can have your boyfriends, But I’ll stick to my King, the Lover of my soul.
6:33 pm
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
i was feeling kinda bored and was just going round and round.. and then i found this:
Broken Dreams As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, i brought my broken dreams to God, because he was my friend. But instead of leaving him in peace to work along, I hung around to help him, with ways that were my own. At last, i snatched them back and cried: "How could you be so slow?""My child," he said. "You never did let go."
*feels like heaving a great big sigh* so here goes..
sigh
6:34 pm
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
smart ideas anyone?
today i finished reading 1984 by george orwell. and i highly recommend you read it too. its the kind of book you want to read and reread and rereread, and everytime you do so, theres some new little thing which pops out at you that youve never realised/imagined would be there. the future can be oh so terrible.. you have to read it and see for yourself.. but im left with a few questions that im sure cant be answered very easily/readily. 1) do the means justify the ends? 2) is it worth trying even if it is 100% certain that you will fail? yeah.. so oh wells, it kinda re-emphasized something that ive thinking about lately. i realised that the only person you can ever really count on is yourself. friends.. are very good, really. yeah and of course family too.. (and i guess you really have to count god in also..) but i guess when it comes down to the crunch its you and only you.. yeps, sad to say, in the end its every man (is it to or for?) his own..
"Do it to Julia! Do it to Julia! Not me! Julia! I don't care what you do to her. Tear her face off, strip her to the bones. Not me! Julia! Not me!"
"I betrayed you," she said baldly. "I betrayed you," he said. She gave him another quick look of dislike. "Sometimes," she said, "they threaten you with something--something you can't stand up to, can't even think about. And then you say. 'Don't do it to me, do it to somebody else, do it to so-and-so.' And perhaps you might pretend, afterwards, that it was only a trick and that you just said it to make them stop and didn't really mean it. But that isnt true. At the time when it happens you do mean it. You think there's no other way of saving yourself and you're quite ready to save yourself that way. You want it to happen to the other person. You don't give a damn what they suffer. All you careabout is yourself." "all you care about is yourself," he echoed. "And after that, you don't feel the same toward the other person any longer." "No," he said, "you don't feel the same." so you see, perhaps the book has left me kinda disillusioned or something, but the moral of the story (for now) is.. the only person whom you can really trust is none other than yourself. you cannot rely on others, because others will always fail you. you cannot expect them to be there. its a simple rule in life. they have theirs to get on with, and so you have to cope as best as you possibly can. yeah its sad, really... anyways. i cant believe the semesters drawing to a close so quickly. its like one-and-a-half more weeks and one whole quarter of my jc life will be over and done with. and i guess nothing really much to show for it huh. dont particularly feel very attached to the school, whether building or people.. hmmmz.. dont wanna live out the rest of my life as a drifter though.. smart ideas anyone..?
11:23 pm
yo! i have just upgraded the look of my blog! look look look.. so pretty now..!
12:57 am
Sunday, May 14, 2006
hello hello! today is the day after the day after kronos. i cant believe it is finally over. now why do i get this sense of not having done my best.? yeah, but hope everybody who went enjoyed themselves/yourselves. thanks for coming! come to think of it, its the first time ive ever played at victoria concert hall (vch). not much i can say about the place besides the rather sad state of the rooms and the killer stairs leading up to the stage. getting up and down that flight of stairs in heels (and blistered feet) was really a how do you say.. enriching experience..? (i am now drawing a parallel between the climbing of mount everest and those scarey steps) maybe the next singapore horror movie will be shot in none other than *drumroll* victoria concert hall! it would probably be something similar to the wishing stairs maybe? be sure to catch it when it hits the screens! but aside from these complaints, it was a wonderfull experience.. or rather acsperience? and i shall now take some time off to do some early advertising: get your tickets for kronos 07! approximately one year from now! *grins invitingly* oh wells, instead of being a good girl and doing my homework/practising piano/studying for math test/clearing up the huge mess which i so endearingly call my room, i am reading fanfiction! woots! three cheers for fanfic, the love of my literary life. the ingenuity of these potter lovers never ceases to amaze me.. right now im reading one about harry getting together with *drumroll* draco malfoy.. it is sooo totally HI-LA-RIOUS! muahaha... i am torn between a growing sense of disgust and nausea, and this wonderfull sense of glee and excitement at what is to come.. will they remain together? how will they face their common enemy lord voldemort.. will they survive? can they put aside their differences? and of course the question that all of you are bursting to ask but dont dare to for fear of seeming for have perverse tendencies.. what will they do together? the whole story just a click of a mouse away, at www.fanfiction.net anyways, i have some news for you. three cheers for singaporeans youngsters! i have just declared ourselves not apathetic! the morning after the elections results were out, seemingly everybody was talking about the results, although the conversations were mainly split between "we should have an opposition at all costs" and "yeah we should have an opposition but pap is better". but still, the very fact that we, the young people of singapore, are talking about it at all shows that we care! we are not the ignorant apathetic future of our country which some people would have us be! woots! oh yes, and i also noticed another thing. the Dark and Dangerous steps leading up from the bus stop up to the road i live on has just been upgraded with lamps! three cheers and three cheers and three cheers for the singapore government! haha, now the critics out there cant really say it was an election ploy to woo voters because my place isnt even being contested! sometimes its just a matter of timing.. of course, it is in human nature to make mountains out of molehills, and to complain about anything and everything possible, but theres always things called coincidence..
2:12 pm
Sunday, May 07, 2006
come for ac strings concert!
hello hello! i am currently listening to ravel's bolero and its making me feel very happy and dancy. only thing stopping me from bouncing around is the fact that my grandfather is sitting not too far away and will probably think im out of mind (which i guess he already thinks so, but oh well..) and naughty naughty ravel.. he incorporated jazz elements into the bolero! guess who's the nuaghty boy this time.. hmm.. havent really gotten a gown for the concert next week. or actually, ive gotten one but.. I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT! oh my goodness. in the whole entire nearly seventeen years of my life, never would i have thought that i would need, much less want to lose weight just to fit into an article of clothing.. but yes here i am. the dress/gown thingy is my aunts.. and i must say that my mother looks better in it than me. maybe its because she wasnt very nearly bursting the seams like i was.. but of all it was the best already.. the rest were.. how shall i say.. unsuitable. and yes, i would like to extend a warm invitation to everyone out there to come to the acjc strings concert, Kronos! i really wonder why they chose this name. apparently its the name of some obscure greek god who ate his own son. :S but anyway, its next friday, 12 May, Victoria Concert Hall, 5pm. i would love to say that its free, but unfortunately i cant. so, tickets are going at $15 and $20, and you can get them from who else, but yours truly.. *grins somewhat invitingly* and for those of you who actually want to know what we will be playing, here it is: sibelius suite champetre (singapore premier, apparently), paul lewis english suite (another singapore premier), vivaldi cello concerto number i dunno what, albinoni oboe concerto number either 2 of 4, i cant really remember which, granger irish tune, and another piece cant really remember what its called. the first movement is a really really pretty passacaglia and the second movement is called "touch her lips and part". talk about interesting names. but i like it. it lets me play thumb position! oh yes, let me tell you about the oboe concerto. the soloist came yesterday, and i finally heard the thing with all the parts. it is sooooo beautiful i tell you. and the soloist is good. haha, actually ive never heard an oboe up close before, but he made the second movement so piercingly nice. okay, nice is NOT a nice word. according to primary school teachers, the use of the word "nice" shows that your vocabulary is severely lacking. hmm. oh wells.. i gaurantee your money will be well-spent. so come! *nods enthusiastically* (aiyah see lah my english is definitely dying.. i dont even know if i spelt gaurantee correctly) oh yes. as much as i dont feel like complimenting another school's concert, i guess i must give hwa chong their due credit. i went for their strings conert on monday. it wasnt their awesome playing that struck me, but i must really applaud their enthusiasm and ernestness. because their theme was fatal attraction, they had this storyline thingy in between each piece. i really didnt get it until the last section. but while their acting and all wasnt that great, they kinda put their heart into it, which impressed me. cos the intention was so poetic, but then it wasnt really portrayed really well, so it was.. huh? but compared to west side story that i watched the day before, it was a commendable effort. west side story was like seemingly perfect (nothing in this world is perfect remember) but since it was their last day in singapore, theyd done this same thing for tens of times, and i can imagine it has become mundane and routine for them. and so, the energy just wasnt there. hmm.. i think.. so, well done hc!
God who touches earth with beauty, Make my heart anew..
11:02 am
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.