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Friday, April 10, 2009
Today I'm soaked to the skin. I was out at Bedok interchange to 送货 to Nic and it started raining. It was mostly shade until the traffic light and I said to myself, once the light turns re--Run! I must really have looked like the crazy thing[courtesy of Jonathan Kit(Himbo)] I am, running in the rain(very. heavy. rain.) in a white shirt, light blue shorts and slippers. argh, my precious hair was souked. rain is acidic, you know. screw those who cut styrofoam and crush aluminium cans.
I just finished decorating the front cover of Ing Yee's Birthday scrap book. I had a artist's block and I just couldn't come up with a design striking enough and I had a hard time making it so ING YEE YOU BETTER LIKE IT. haha just joking :D Anyone from Joansie Poansie Buzz free for lunch on sunday?
Yesterday The first time I brought my handphone to my violin lesson, 2 people called me like, one right after the other. Haha I guess I'm not gonna bring my hp to violin lesson again. my e-string tuning was really bad cos i just changed the string like, an hour before the lesson so it was still a bit inconsistent.
Maundy Thursday service was really really cool. Jolene and I were just about the only ones (except for Janelle, who sat with the Saturday group) from our buzz who came so we sat together. I did see the guys but when we went in we couldn't find them and we thought they were in the overflow room and we wanted to go there but we didn't know where the overflow room was so we wanted to call them but then
Suddenly my long time ago crush and his identical twin brother sat like, two rows in front of us and I said to her, nevermind, we'll survive sitting alone. I've survived sitting alone more times than you have sitting with friends.
There were words on the big big screen and it read: car owners of Ssomething and Sblah please move your cars. Owner of YLwhat, your headlights on! haha we had a good laugh about it.
Then Fabian came along and sat in front of me(another tall guy!). Turns out he couldn't find his buzz either.
After the service we found the guys. Turns out they were at the back, after all. Why is it that I always manage to miss something? I mean like, ALWAYS!!! Then I told bro KX the good news that my team finally had a dress code (blue)!
Two days ago I had an argument with my parents. As always, it all started out with me. Apparently, the main(and favourite) reason was that i was playing too much piano and not studying enough. Hey. this is my blog. the one place where i'm supposed to express my views so be fair to me. I was having mood swings and and I play piano to relieve stress. Afterall, everyone has their own way of relieving stress, right? but they just see it as recreation time. and they like, limit my use of piano everyday. like, you've already played today. sheesh. I only played two songs. i don't care about studies.
acedemics schmacedemics. when you die, you can't take your diplomas, your Permanent Head Damages with you. In your eulogy, they don't emphasize on how much you achieved unless you are someone like Thomas Edison and everyone switched off their lights for one minute. So call me hedonistic. Go on, you know you want to. but people don't care how much you know until they know how much you care and you know it. What's the point of studies, really. Just how much do we really need to survive? How much that we know can really be applied in our lives? we gotta prioritise here. Which is more important, knowledge or love/friendships? be it phileo or agape, we can't survive without either of them.
Back to the point. So I went to my room and cried cos I'll never win the losing battle against them. Woe to children, who would never win the political battle against the nefarious, manipulating adults. they never listen. they pretend that they're gonna listen but in their hearts they were just looking for loopholes in my argument and brainwash with Their philosophy on succeeding in life. Aren't we supposed to have our own unique ways of thinking? Adults. Pathetic adults. my mom thought I was crying because I thought I had Bipolar Disorder and was just trying to fit the profile of one by being depressed or something like that but they just didn't see the point. They never do. She told me i didn't have Bipolar Disorder. How would she know? I'd had it for 8 years but I didn't tell her that cos I was angry and depressed and when I'm like that i just don't want to talk. She told me I didn't have Bipolar Disorder and left.
