Classic_Girl

2009-06-12T20:47:00.001+08:00

cough..

cough cough..

cough cough cough...

*pops a Vicks lolly*

2009-06-07T12:56:00.002+08:00

Right.

I'm back to blogging to give people an opportunity to snoop on me.

I need clothes. And I need to skinny up. I've got a few winter shoots coming up and ye gods...my face has gone all 'cheeky'. Oh, what happened to that high metabolism? I love food. I love eating...oh how I love to eat.

My fav foods are -
Anything that's high in salt

...and that's it.

Hello hypertension!

Moving on. Some people have been asking me about makeup tips. Apparently as a model I'm suppose to know everything there is to know about makeup. And to be honest...I don't know diddly about makeup! Liquid and powder foundation? What's the difference? Which is better...I don't have a clue. Eyeliner? Ew...and scary... And what the heck is lip liner? I didn't know you have to draw the outline of the lips before putting on lipstick? I just smear it on.

I own two shade of eyeshadow. Blue...and blue.

Blush? On the cheekbones right? So what happens if you can't find your cheekbones? Em...suck your cheeks in. If you still can't find them..just put it on and hope for the best. Or forgo it altogether.

And that new phenomenon - mineral makeup. Pure powder. Coloured cocaine. Stick it up your nose and I guarantee you'll get high off the 'breakthrough new technology of light reflecting particles which will enhance natural beauty and cause flaws to vanish.'

..mineral makeup is gross.

2008-03-01T18:48:00.002+08:00

Went to a Nepalese restaurant last night as my belated birthday dinner. My present is awesome! I love it.

Sighs.....

Why am I so lucky..yet not so lucky at the same time?

2007-09-29T19:16:00.000+08:00

*yawn*

Ha, well, I did get home pretty late last night..

2007-09-18T20:25:00.000+08:00

My nails are pretty. =)

Because I painted them. I never paint my nails I'm paranoid of my music teachers being skeptical of showy nails.

That changed last week. I rehearsed with Tahlia and guess what? Her nails were painted! And they were oh so pretty.

Heh.

Practice practice practice... Chopin, Beethoven, Scarlatti.

I'll be spending quality time with them for the next two months.

I might as well list the things I have to get done during the break. I love lists. Makes me feel organized. And I always lose my lists...so I'll post it here.

- Study history subjects
- Prepare history presentation ( Sibelius' Seventh Symphony )
- Write my composition based on Minimalism
- Finish aural assignment
- Work on Theory

*dies*

2007-09-17T20:39:00.000+08:00

Ok! Enough of that! What's done is done. It's all good.

~~~

My poor poor fingers.....Music should be a health hazard. The strain put into one's fingers/hands/arms/legs/ears is simply backbreaking. Oh yes, my back is suffering too.

And my eyes! All that staring at little wee notes has taken its toll. I need contacts.

An interesting conversation I had with a saxophonist last week -

Him: And apparently, brass and wind players are great kissers.

Me: Oh really.

Him: Sure! With all that lip and mouth action whilst playing, we've taken kissing to an art form.

Me: Don't forget the tongue.

Him: Oh yes. We're good at that especially.

Me: Staccato is produced by flutter tonguing.

Him: 'tis.

(pause)

Him: So you're a pianist and violinist.

Me: Correct.

Him: What are they good at?

Me: Oh, lots of things.

Him: Such as....

Me: Well, we have to work on fingering a lot.

Him: *raises brows*

Me: Alright. Change of subject!

I am surrounded by horny music students.

Help.

2007-07-03T15:52:00.000+08:00

Why on earth am I still here?! I have to get ready!

2007-07-02T22:06:00.000+08:00

In the darkness of the Schulz lobby...

Across the theater...

On the landing...

2007-06-29T20:56:00.000+08:00

1-2-3-4-5-6..

I think it was 6 times.

Or was it 7?

Hm...

Anyway, there's more to come. :)

Now, I know you guys don't know what on earth I'm talking about! Hah! But rest assured....it was good....

2007-06-27T20:54:00.000+08:00

Why didn't he call?

Why do men say that they'll call and don't?

Is it some form of universal male instinct?

What good does it do them?

How is this acceptable behavior?

...twisted...

2007-06-26T20:34:00.000+08:00

Ok, guys! You know who you are.....

If you want me to update my blog...tag!

Don't waste 20..30...40...50 cents to sms me to say "oi, your blog is cold!" and "update! update!"

So, here I am. Blogging.. Woot!

You know I'm not one of those people who carries with them a little notebook and jots down randoms to blog about. So do forgive me if I don't write about some little old lady who sat down next to me on the bus.

"Oh, yeah. This little old lady sat down next to me on the bus. Oh my god, what was she wearing? I mean, seriously...FASHION NO NO!! She looked like a ball of randomly packed yarn/wool!"

Um...Blogger1, harsh much? Come on, dissing is not cool.

Or about a frayed wire next to the lab's LCD power outlet.

"And I looked down and saw a fray wire next to the lab's LCD power outlet. Someone could get electrocuted or something. Like it was all messed up and peeling. It was gross and made me feel paranoid. Like oh my god...what if someone turned the thingy on....and killed himself!...or herself!!! That would be awful! If one of my friends did that, I'd be sooooooo upset!!!!!"

Uh....right. Blogger2, I suggest you let maintenance know about that...and don't be a drama queen.

Or about a cucumber that fell of the salad.

"I looked down and saw that a cucumber had fallen off my salad and onto my lap. EWWWWW!! The End."

....I'd like those 5 seconds of my life back...thank you...

Heehee...so that's my blog post...about how awful other blog posts are!

2007-05-28T21:41:00.000+08:00

Oh, it just might happen!

2007-05-26T18:46:00.000+08:00

I wish he would ask again.

Because this time, I'll say yes.

But I don't know if he will.

So I wait.

And wait.

2007-05-21T19:27:00.000+08:00

I wish it wasn't my nature to hold back.

Gosh, I should just DO things I want to do!

Why live in regret? Why not just take the freaking chance?!

I should just do it.

It's my life. Not anyone else.

For far too long I've been letting other people tell me what to do, how to do it, and when to do it.

Well, I'm darn sick of it.

I should be able to make my own decisions. I'm in charge of my life.

So there!

Enough of dreaming of a free life. Live in it.

Make it happen.

It's going to happen.

And you know what?

I'm going to be in charge.

2007-05-19T22:13:00.000+08:00

Life is getting REALLY interesting!

Be still, my heart.

---

"Hey stranger."

*melts*

2007-05-05T18:32:00.000+08:00

I did it.

And I'm so glad I did.

~And I know he's glad that I did~

So that's makes two happy people.

I feel remarkably at peace with the world now....

2007-05-01T17:38:00.000+08:00

Something hysterical happened today at Assignment Writing.

Mark Carrol was talking about referencing and such. And he said that if you caught an idea while talking to your friends about a topic that you happen to be working on, you ought to reference it as a 'personal communication' reference.

Now earlier, Mark Carrol used Issac Newton as an example about original ideas.

After Mark Carrol explains about Personal Communication referencing, a guy sitting at the back of the class remarked,

"So with Newton, he'll have to reference the apple."

*class bursts into laughter*

Mark Carrol says, "No. He won't have to reference the apple....."

The guy points out, "But the apple was the core of his idea."

*Again class laughs...this time hysterically*

Hahaha...such humor make lectures all the more enjoyable.

2007-04-28T17:30:00.000+08:00

With BU coming up, dance practice is getting more intense. It's going to be great!

Oh ya. I bought a BEANIE! And I love it! It's white and thick....it's really warm. *hugs beanie*

Church tomorrow. Was planning to go to Harbour Town after, but I don't think the weather would be good.

Yes folks. It's raining in Adelaide. We can safely say that the drought is over.

It has been raining for the past three days...nearly nonstop.

Yes, it's cold.

Which it why I'm so happy with my beanie! *hugs it again*

2007-04-07T18:15:00.001+08:00

It's been awhile since I wrote a long, informative post.

I feel like writing now, so yeah.

I was majorly sick last weekend after the dance auditions. The basics- fever, sore throat. Man, the fever made me delirious for two nights. Well, I'm ok now. Just got to keep an eye on myself.

The week didn't begin well, because of my sick weekend. Monday- I barely survived tech and rep.

Tuesday - Ass. Writing and Research. I felt better, and could more or less get my mind on what was going on. Then it was History of 20th Century Music. I felt so tired here. Couldn't really do much, but I managed to take down notes.

Wednesday - Lots of classes. Barely made it through Composition Class. Then Keyb Musicianship. That was ok. Had a headache all throughout my Aural Test, but I'm pretty sure I did well. Finally, my piano lesson. I did pretty well; my teacher was happy with me, but she did ask why I looked so pale.

Thursday - I felt way better. Breezed through Theory. Was alert through Performance Forum.

And after that.... I had a wonderful, unexpected trip.

The next day was Good Friday. No classes!

So the week ended well.

It's Easter Sunday tomorrow. Going to church and after that, heading off to Port Adelaide with friends. Apparently, we can see dolphins there.

And on Monday, I get to go somewhere........ Hehe...

It's getting colder and colder..... Hello Autumn!

I don't go well with cold drinking water. I now boil water to drink.

^^That was rather random. >< I went to uni to practice today. ( I had the whole building to myself! I guess the other music students decided to be lazy for one day. Hehe... ) Stayed there all afternoon. Tired out. I think I'll be a good girl and go bed early.

Oh, ya. I've been borrowing lots of books from the library. Hehe....I'm quite satisfied with the selection there. Yay! -again, that was random-

Goodnight.

~~Can't wait.~~

2007-04-04T19:00:00.000+08:00

*drum roll*

I'm officially in the Paradise Dance Team!

We have a HUGE event coming up. It's called BU Fashion. Major event. Tickets are for sale now.

2007-03-30T14:37:00.000+08:00

Quick update. I have to get ready for dinner tonight. Me and my housies ( housemates ) are going out.

It's cold today. Yeah....

And I sat next to _________ today at Occ H and S.

And _________ surprised me by coming into my practice room! Today I chose the second last room of the whole floor! Haha! Poor guy, he must have looked into every room on the floor before he found me.

Anyway, better go. Having sushi tonight. You know, I've never really had sushi. Or any type of Japanese cuisine.

---it's funny how we're so much alike--

2007-03-29T17:50:00.000+08:00

Ahhh...

What a day. It was real busy. Had my piano lesson. Then theory class. Then performance forum. Tomorrow, I've only got one class! *dances* But I'll be at uni practicing till late.

It's cold now. Have to get some jackets and warm clothes. I want one of those hat 'sock' thingys. Those look really cute. And besides, it'll keep me warm.

Mm...cute and beneficial. I'll get one!

Oh, and I finally managed to spend some time with__________.

That was the highlight of my day.

2007-03-28T18:23:00.001+08:00

Like my new blog look? Hehe... I'm still tweaking with it.

And yes, the body of the text is slightly to the side on purpose. So that as you scroll down it won't like a 'T' like other blogs.

Oh ya, photos coming up soon, so keep dropping by.

And the cbox is there for a reason.

Forever.

2007-03-12T15:19:00.000+08:00

Forever

Now that's a heck of a long time.

Ick.

2007-03-07T20:35:00.000+08:00

Meh....Just immersed myself in history about Richard Strauss.

Grove is so long winded.

*grumbles*

Still have a long way to go.....I'll continue tomorrow. It's late now.

Late....and here I am. I'm tired.

I just switched on the computer. First time in two days.

Hey. I've been busy.

I'm tired.

....

Can't you tell....I'm tired and lonely.

It's cold. Has been for the past few days. But the weather report says it's going to be hot, hot, hot for the next few.

Darn.

As much as I hate cold weather, I hate hot weather even more.

I'm talking about Adelaide weather, ok?

I miss KK.

Haiz..

I think I've aged. Like I'm getting lines under my eyes. Really. They look awfully tired. Ack! I've got crow's feet too!

Heh.

Maybe I should get some eye makeup or something. Isn't that what girls are good at? Getting stuff to hide and enhance facial features? Yeps.

As Caitlin ( my classmate ) would say, "It's an art."

Well, I hope I don't look older when I get back home. Older as in...aged 5 years.

Which I kind of look like now.

Thus, Eric would go, "What? She already looks older than she is! Agh!"

Haha...ain't that right, Eric?

We meet again.

2007-03-02T14:36:00.000+08:00

Guess who I met today on the way home.

Jeff.

I was sitting on the bus, tired out, looking out the window. The bus was moderately full, the seat beside me was empty. The bus continued its journey, stopping at intervals to pick up people.

Then I heard someone say, "Why, hello there."

I look up into perfect blue eyes. I think to myself, "Oh no. It's him."

Aloud I say, "Hello. Please take another a seat."

Jeff sways with the bus's movement. "Have pity. It's uncomfortable standing here."

"And should I really think about your comfort? After all, you didn't think of mine." I said flippantly.

"Eye for an eye?"

"And tooth for tooth."

"So I'm getting what I deserved." Jeff staggers as the bus abruptly stops.

"For sure." I laugh.

"I said I was sorry. And I still am."

I look away. "Take another seat, Jeff."

"Please? I don't even know your name. It's not fair that you know mine while I don't know yours."

I glance around the bus. People were looking at us. I sigh. "Sit down."

Jeff slips beside me. "Thank you ever so much."

I didn't reply. I look out the window.

"Your name?" He asks.

"You really are not going to give up, are you?" I turn to look at him in the eye.

Jeff smiles boyishly. "No."

I gave up. "Johanna."

"Johanna," he repeats. "Nice name."

"Thanks." The bus stops and I get up. "Excuse me."

He makes way for me to slip pass. "How was my impression today?"

I look down at him. "Better."

Jeff nods and grins. "Goodbye, Johanna."

I smile back. "Goodbye Jeff."

Australians..

2007-02-26T17:43:00.000+08:00

Rant over...post deleted. Hehe.. No offense to others. Continue your sweet testimonials. They really ARE sweet. I do love reading them. I truly am a hopeless romantic. I dream of my knight in shining amour...with roses...and sweet messages sent by pigeons.

I'm not kidding. Got to love the pigeons.

Just these two people I know ah.... *shakes head*.. Too public already. It affected so many people in a really not good way. And I got mad. Doesn't happen often, I assure you. I'm a nice person. :)

So today I had an violin audition. It went well. I'll be playing for the year end concert. Yay...

Anyway, when I was going home...I was half dreading the bus ride home because around that time ( it was about 4 thirty ) the buses are really full. Where am I supposed to put my violin?

So, the bus came. My heart sank at the amount of people in it. After ticketing, I staggered ( the bus was moving ) to the first empty seat I saw. Beside that empty seat was this gorgeous looking guy. Australian, definitely. Short blond hair, pool blue eyes ( I know because he looked at me when I sat down ), fantastic profile, chiseled features ( like those Greek statues ).

All that registered in my mind in the 3 seconds it took for me to get to the seat.

I slipped in the violin case and squished myself in the seat. He was in the window seat. I was on his left. I didn't dare put the violin in the aisle because someone might trip. So it was him, violin, me. I was half off my seat because of the violin. It was still within my seat area, so it was ok. My legs were in the aisle but I drew them up as close as possible.

"Why can't you put that thing in front?" I heard him say in a rather miffed voice.

I looked at him meekly. "I'm sorry. I can't."

"And why not?"

Because it cost near 10 grand! "Um, I'm afraid someone might take it."

"Well, you ought to be glad that someone would take it. Ugly thing it is."

Silence from me.

"It's touching me."

I looked. The edge of the handle was grazing the crease of his jeans.

"Sorry." I folded the handle.

"Ew."

I got annoyed. "It's a handle. It's not going to kill you."

"What is it?"

"It's a violin."

"Oh, you play?"

"Yes. At Adelaide U."

"Put your violin in front. It's cramping me."

"It's not even in your seat area." By this time, I was nearly falling off my seat making space for the violin.

"Get rid off it."

I stared at him. Then looked away.

"Ignoring me?"

Silence.

"Fine."

Silence.

My bus stop was number 5. At stop number 4, I turned to him and said sarcastically, "Well, you won't have to suffer anymore. My stop's next."

"Good."

I look away.

"Hey."

I turn. "What?"

"Sorry I was a jerk. I had a bad day."

"That's no excuse."

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. Can I have your number? Let's meet up for lunch or something."

I stare at him unbelievingly. "What?"

"We should get to know each other."

The bus stops. I get up with my violin. "You should really work on your first impression."

"Does that mean I get your number?"

"No."

I take two steps. Then he said, "We'll see each other again, you know."

"And why is that?"

"I just know."

"Well, you'd better be wrong, because I can't stand it if I ever meet you again."

He smiles. "My name's Jeff, by the way."

I turn away. "Bye, Jeff."

"What's your name?" I hear him call.

I look back without turning. "Dream on, Jeff." I blow him a kiss.

Land Down Under

2007-02-18T17:46:00.000+08:00

It's hot.

Freakishly Hot.

Aussies are truly crazy people. They strolling about in the sun like....I don't know...They don't even care about the heat and dryness! The sun can literally fry your skin off. I kid you not. I hide under my little umbrella, thank you.

Besides that, I'm ok. Missing home.... I wanna go home!

Still have lots of things to do. Finish adding classes. Have to go to the bank a few times. Still paranoid about getting on the wrong bus. I have to take the bus to uni.

I miss driving.

How are you guys back home? Ok? Still remember me or not?

10 months time....I'll be back home....

10 months..

Say what?!

2007-01-22T11:05:00.000+08:00

He goes, "Jo! Guess what?" *mysterious look*

"What?" I move close to hear the secret that I was sure was the start of a whole new revolution. (I've been watching movies..hehe)

His eyes glance at all directions as he leans closer than ever. "Are you ready for it?"

I panic that I would miss a single syllable of the secret. "Yes? Yes?"

He stares directly at me. "Really?" His eyes narrowing at my oh so eager face.

By this time I was bursting with suspense. "What?!" I nearly scream.

He looks satisfied at my interest and motions me to come closer. "There's this talk going about..." *pause*

I, barely breathing, say, "And....?"

He lowers his voice to a harsh whisper, "We're breathing air."

I pull away and look at him incredously. "What?"

He nods wisely. "That's right. It's called oxygen."

I squint. "Really? I thought oxygen was the stuff people use to wash their dogs with."

He shakes his head at my ignorance. "No, my dear. That's called mud."

I gaze at him in awe. "Wow...you know so much."

He smiles with mock modesty. "I know. I know."

What an intelligent conversation, don't you think?

Stuffs.

2007-01-11T21:14:00.000+08:00

Last night at music practice... I'm sorry, I just get really paranoid about pushing my volume up.

In less than a month's time....I'll be gone...far far away.. *sighs dramatically* I am looking forward to it. But I wish I could take a few people with me.

Like my mom.
And dad.

And some other people. ( Uh huh..no names out! Go figure.)

Most importantly..

..what am I going to do without......

...

my cat?!

Loaf story.

2006-12-15T21:08:00.000+08:00

The town of KK turned into the town of Springfield!

Ok. Haha!..

Loaf story was good. I followed my parents cell to distribute the food. The slot was Saturday morning. My first offering was nice. I hopped out of the car as my dad stopped beside the road to call someone and gave the food to a cobbler in an alleyway.

Anyway, as Petrus and I gave out the bread, it felt great to participate in the project like this. But in the back of my mind there was a slight helplessness.... Sure, you give them the food now, but they will be hungry again. Who will help them then?

The need is unending.

~~~~

Have to accompany a clarinet player for a recital next month. I scanned my piano part and nearly hit the floor. You need hands as big as Rachmaninov to play it! Huge chords. Time to get out that pencil and finger it down. I'm thinking it'll take...awhile..

Oh, need I mention that it's tempo allegro?

And darn violin e string snapped right beside my eye yesterday. Was practicing trills...my trills have been suffering for the past few months..arg... Hand feels weak... Anyway, it's shocked the daylights out of me and my cat, Mika, who was curled up between my feet purring. I had a little red line beside my eye...stayed for a few hours. It's gone now.

Anyway, I'm off now. Bye ya'll.

Peace out.

My loneliness ain't killing me no more...

2006-12-09T17:18:00.000+08:00

Anyway.

It's raining heavily. That's going to affect the Christmas carolling thingy tonight at SH.

Meh...blogging.. I mean, nothing against all you blogging people out there. Type your heart's content, by all means. It's just that the reason why most people have a blog is to pour out feelings to God knows who for they don't have anyone else to talk to. Or they're just bored.

And I admit, I have ranted here more than once.

Well, now that I've got my own someone to talk to, I'm pretty content.

And thank you, too.

And oh...I'll write about loaf story next time.

Peace out.

I'm happy.

Mm...

2006-11-20T17:30:00.000+08:00

Ok, so I passed my IELTS. Yay me! I'm going to AUSTRALIA! Whee....... *dances around*

Alright, enough of that. Celebration comes later.

Just started another Beethoven Sonate. Right now working on notation. No key signature, with is a good thing, but it modulates into dominants and their minors. That's when the sharps and flats come in abundantly.

What a difference between Chopin and Beethoven. I'm a Romatic girl. I mean, I like the Romantic era in Classical music. Chopin 's ballades are works of genius. Perfecting the first ballade was an achievement for me. Technically it's one the most difficult pieces I've ever done.

Beethoven is a different story. I often wonder....if Beethoven never became deaf...would his later works be happier and more pleasant? I know that Beethoven's music is characteristically heavier then the norm of his fellow composers. But his last few pieces were emotionally disraught, even filled with auguish. Imagine the pain of going deaf for this musical genius.

Many people ask me why I love classical music. There's just so much within the notes and phrases....There's a life gives classical music a feeling that will envelope you and leave you truly satisfied. You just have to find it. Interpretation is key when it comes to classical music. A phrase can be either dead or alive with feeling depending on how you play it. I can spend hours playing the same phrase over and over again just to decide how it's meant to be interpreted.

I always memorize my pieces. I find it so ridiculous when someone says, "Oh, memorizing is so hard. Why bother?"

Why bother? Like what my piano teacher, Krys, says, "How can you concentrate on what's coming out of the piano if you're staring at a book in front of you?" You got to use your ears, not your eyes.

And here's another thing. I find that a lot of musicians out there tend to hear what they want to hear...not what's truly coming out from their instruments. "You got to hear it real." I'll never forget that phrase from Krys.

Classical vs Keyboard. In my mind, there's no competition. I am aware that I play very boringly on the keyboard...simple chords and phrases... That's because if I put in my own Classical mind into it, it'll start to sound like a version of a fuga, partita, ballade, or sonata. Then people will think I'm nuts. Hehe...I did it once, and my friend said, "What? Bach?"

"Em..no.. Eagle's Wings."

"Right....."

Heh. Better not do that again. Anyway, now that I'm so free now, I've set time to let in some keyboard into my heart...so look out for an improvement..

And you might think that I'm crazy for going on like this about music.

Well, when you're passionate about something, then you'll understand.

Of girls and guys...

2006-11-15T17:15:00.000+08:00

Boys - Guys - Men

Boys boys boys. As a kid I always thought boys as annoying, pesky little rats that delight in annoying the heck out of me and my little girl friends. Those were the days of school and Sunday school.

Guys guys guys. Well, my idea of those little rats changed. Don't get me wrong. I still think some guys are annoying, but hey, suddenly I figured the world wasn't so bad with guys. Hehehe..cute ya?

Men men men. Ah...real men.. People that I have great respect for. Such as - My dad, Pastor Phillip, Michael Boutin...just to name a few.

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Change of topic. ( more like random comments )

Sigh. It's November. End of the year.
I'm hungry.
I've got a bruise on my shin because my dance partner scored a kick. Ouch.
Results on IELTS this Friday.
I'm being stalked by someone.
My cat is purring...its motor on high..
I miss him.
Never here, never gone.

Ok, so there's this thing I can't stand. That's little girls trying to be like 18 year olds. They just don't know that it truly annoys people around them. I don't know whether to feel sorry or pissed off at them.

For pete's sake, be young! Happy! Innocent! Whee..... Where did they ever come up of the idea that being at 'legal age' life would be exciting and fun. Dramatic. Freedom like no other. Like a movie. Talk about delusioned.

Bars. Clubbing. Night outs. Wild rides. Parties. Think that's all to life at legal age?

It's stressing about exams...deciding over uni's. What to do with life. Friends. Money.

It's the time you take responsibility, not flaunt yourself to shallow, stupid things.

Grow up.

Change

2006-11-02T10:20:00.000+08:00

Time to change ( Great, I just sounded like the Digi ad. ). What I mean is, perhaps it's time to change....what I think and feel.

It's about time.

I know.

I will.

Done.

Hugs.

2006-10-02T17:17:00.000+08:00

There's the side hug. When someone put one arm around you and squeezes a little. Usually done among friends. Usually accompanied with the words - "Oh, I'm so proud of you." "Aw...it's ok..."

Then there the quick hug. Slightly awkward. Initiated by a small smile and open arms. Done by friends who don't usually show open affection like that, but the situation calls for a little more. Slight blushing after the deed. Done when the friend is leaving to the next country. Accompanied with the words - "Keep in touch, ok?" "Have a safe journey." "Don't forget me."

There's the happy hug. Two long lost friends finally see each other. A frim grip that nearly strangles the two. Accompanied with the words - "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" "Why didn't you tell me you were here?!" "It's you! It's you!" or small squeals.

There's the intimate hug. A firm squeeze equally acted by the two persons. This is the bf/gf hug. Courting couples. Husband and wife. Often accompanied with the words - "Goodnight, dear." "Love you."

Hehe...Now I'm going to feed Mika. It was fun to think of hugs. Since there's no one within hugging radius, I'll settle with hugging Mika.

Which brings to mind the pet hug. Haha....

Ok. Serious stuff.

2006-09-24T14:25:00.000+08:00

So, today I went to church. Normal thing to do on Sunday. Seeing the same people. Talking the same talk. Getting poked by Jason. Peter Fred attemping to trip me as I pass. Patrick smacking me on the shoulder. Tim scaring me around corners. Why do guys want to hurt to me? Saying, "Hello Aunty. Hello, Uncle. How are you?" Over and over again. Normality.

Now, I'm all ok with normal. There's a calmness in normality. I like it.

But, don't you sometimes want something to happen that would excite you? Give you a rush?

Hm.. But it's ok.

Oh......picture this. Me, decked in a sexy nurse outfit. Leaning down. Whispering to a patient in a husky tone, "Do you need anything?" A wink.

ooo...yeah.....

Ya, Eric? Hehe...

Darn it.

2006-09-15T20:38:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, things never work out the way you want. I've had many experiences with that, trust me. But that doesn't make it less easier to deal with.

Take now for example. I want to pick up the phone and start yelling. But I know I can't. Besides, it's just plain.....un-polite. For lack of a better word.

*frustrated sigh*

Man....this sucks....

*gets up and punches a pillow*

Hah!

.....No.....that didn't feel any better.......

There's no one.......lonely........

....Stand strong, girl....stand strong....

I don't care.

Can you do it?

2006-09-08T11:46:00.000+08:00

Ok people. Here's a little challenge for you. I'm going to type the chorus of some songs off the top of my mind and you guess the artist and song title. No cheating...

~~~
Loosen up my buttons babe, ( uh huh)
But you keep frontin. ( uh )
Say what you gon do to me, ( uh huh )
But I see nothin. ( I'm telling ya )

~~~
Here I am, once again, all torn into pieces.
Can't deny it, can't pretend,
Just thought you were the one.
Broken up, deep inside,
But you won't get to see the tears I cry,
Behind these hazel eyes.

~~~
I don't wanna be lonely no more,
I'm the one that has to pay for this.
I don't want another lover at my door,
It's just another heartache on my list.

~~~
You were everything, everything, that I wanted.
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it.
All of the memories so close to me just fade away.
All this time you were pretending,
So much for my happy ending.

~~~
Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide,
Sometimes I'm scared of you.
But all I really want is to hold you tight,
Treat you right, be with you day and night,
Baby, all I need is time.

~~~
From the bottom of my broken heart,
There's just a thing or two I'd like you to know.
You were my first love, you were my true love,
From the first kisses to the very last rose.

From the bottom of my broken heart,
Even though time may find me somebody new.
You were my real love, I never knew love,
Till there was you.

From the bottom of my broken heart.

~~~
It kills him inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy.

I can see him dying.

I don't want to do this anymore.
I don't want to be the reason why.
Everytime I walk out the door,
I see him die a little more inside.
And I don't want to hurt him anymore.
I don't want to take away his life.
I don't want to be a murderer.

~~~
Cause we lost it all,
Nothing lasts forever.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
Now it's just too late,
And we can't go back.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.

~~~
Cause I want it all,
Or nothing at all.
There's nowhere to fall,
Once you reach the bottom it's now or never.
Is it all?
Or are we just friends?
Is this how it ends,
With a simple telephone call?
You leave me here,
With nothing at all.

~~~
All the girls got their eyes on a public affair.
All night, that's right,
Cause the party don't stop.
All the cameras come out for a public affair.
Who cares? That's right,
Cause the party don't stop.
~~~~~

Alright. That's it. C'mon. They're real easy. Oh, a reward? I treat you yam cha.... Haha...

Stunned

2006-09-04T16:18:00.000+08:00

Well, yesterday, I found out how it was like to be a script writer.

And brainstorming with junk-food.

Oh yeah...those little grey cells sure work when there's sugar and salt. Luckily we worked on the script or else we'd be running all around Eric's house.

Edit: Ok. The title didn't match the content. I thought I had to go off before I could write more. So lets continue.

Haha.....yes..I was stunned. Hehe....

At the price of some jeans I saw on 'sale'.

Haha....

Seasons of Life

2006-08-22T09:13:00.000+08:00

You are forever in my life,
You see me through the seasons.
Cover me with your hand,
And lead me in Your righteousness.

And I look to You,
And I wait on You....

I sing to You, Lord, a hymn of love,
For Your faithfulness to me.
I'm carried in everlasting arms,
You never let me go,
Through it all...

Through the seasons of Life.

Thanks Lord.

Hm..

2006-08-20T10:33:00.000+08:00

Have you heard of the line "Let's pick up where we left off." or "Go back to what once was."

Anyway, It is impossible to ever "Pick up where we left off." Really. Think about it. Simple because that when in contact whether it has been three years or one month, both lives have already changed. Mindset is different. Each has had different experiences and learnt differently from them. Memories fade in time.

Fade......

That phrase is usually for couples.

Now let's put in it a slightly different perspective.

If I ever meet B again, it'll be different. I wouldn't be the naive, almost 16 year old. ( Shut up, Alex. :) ) And he wouldn't be the egoistic jerk. Well, we'll have to see about that...hehe...

Ah...why am I on this? I was looking through the many photos taken at SS. I wonder what would have happened if it wasn't like how it was. Yes, I'm being vague. Haha.... And the videos too...those were fun to watch again. Miniature golfing. Late nights. The time we went to the Luge. Looking smart in performance clothes. Mm....walking down Memory lane...

I do agree that there'll be a chance that we'll meet again. A small chance, but a chance nevertheless.

Friends.
You say you're looking forward to it, and so am I.

Now, in a different situation. Hm....... A lot happened, and I feel that it's not possible to even be friends. Is it just me? Is that feeling one-sided? Don't know.

In any case, I won't bother anymore. Tired of it.

Strangers.

Whee...

2006-08-18T11:06:00.000+08:00

Hello people.

What's up?

Me? Oh, not bad...not bad...

Hm? Oh yes, I'm officially out of school. The first step of being independent.

Next step? Why, to drive of course! Yes, I'm actually liking manual cars now. Step down on the clutch and use the gear shift. Vrooom....

I've had three lessons already - last Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. And the guy says that I'm 'learning too fast'. So he's spacing out my lessons. Which is basically driving around town.

Can't wait for the day that I can say, "Hey dad? Can I borrow the car today? Please?"

Tired. Weary. Take your pick.

2006-07-31T09:14:00.000+08:00

These days, I've just been feeling tired. Not really just physically, but... inside.

Anyway, after coming home from church...after lunch, I went to my room to unwind. Reading. Then my hp beeped. Gave me a scare cause I was really into the book. 'Meg' by Steve Alten. No, Meg is not short for Megan or whatever. You think I read romantic stuff? FYI, Meg is short for Megalodon. And what's that you ask?

Jurassic shark. It's an good book. Series actually. Read it one day.

"When you see her glow, it's already too late."

Anyway, back to my hp. I was really happy to see that it was from K. He was at church and as usual he had to leave early, so I missed him. No.....

Darn that little 'briefing' in the store room.

We smsed for while which was sweet. *smiles*

Oh, and for Saturday service. For the last song during worship, I began to feel sick. But I stuck through the playing. So right after coming off stage, I went to the ladies room....and yes, I threw up. Well, luckily for me, I recovered enough to enjoy dinner that night.

There are times that I hate being in the worship team. Yesterday was one of them. But I just kept it in. These people....

I'm thinking of 'retiring' again. Oh, not because of yesterday, but of a much more valid reason. The same reason why I took a break for 6 months.

Hm..

Savvy?

2006-07-26T23:08:00.000+08:00

Yes, I watched the Pirates of the Carribbean. And in my humble opinion, it was the greatest!

Joshus was an angel to take me to watch it, even though he had already seen it. Ok, he wasn't exactly an angel. I had to wheedle him into it. Hehe..Hey, he was ok with it. He's intitled as my big brother. Whee..

Thoughts running through my head during the last few seconds of the movie - "Who is that guy? Who is he? Omg, that guy! Who is he..wait..he's supposed to be dead! What? Hey! Credits?! No!!!"

Yep, the cliffhanger of all cliffhangers.

Besides, Johnny Depp oozes hotness.

Need I say more?

And of course, Orlando Bloom.

Ahh!

*ahem*

Ok, yes, I stood in front of the HUGE Pirates of the Carribbean poster at Growball...for..uh..five minutes. Hey, I had to wait for Josh. Had nothing better to do..except to stare into Depp's eyes...mm..then switch to Bloom's..and back again...

*Melts into a puddle*

Go figure.

In depth.

2006-07-21T08:27:00.000+08:00

Another in depth post.

I was lost for the past few days, didn't know where I stood as a person. Seems like without a special friend, I'm empty.

I'm finding where I am and I think I understand now.

You don't need someone to make you feel whole. God is the one that we all should put first in line before anyone else. God is the one that makes us whole. Nothing and nobody should take that place.

So, decision time. I decided a few things. Yes, it was hard. But I stand true and firm, knowing that I've made the right decisions.

Now all I've got to do is to figure out...what to do next.

Performance tomorrow at Yayasan - Main Auditorium. Eh...better get my concentration in check.. Haven't been practicing very well. But I know the piece already quite well. Darn trills.. Last rehearsal is this evening. Hope everything goes fine.

But I think my Pacer Edge friends are coming to Yayasan. Eek! Hehe.. I know Elson bought tickets already. Good ol' Elson.

I've been borderline-sick the past few days. Coughing a lot. Even Patrick noticed last night at Japanese class. ...And I can't remember what the heck we learnt last night.

Well, that's that. I'm not fine yet, but getting there. Still got to overcome a lot of hurt, but I'm letting God do it.

The Surrealist.

2006-07-19T08:36:00.000+08:00

I've been writing a lot. Hehe..

Surreal - adj - characterized by fantastic imagery and incoruous juxtaposotions; "a great concourse of phantasmagoric shadows'--J.C. Powys; "the incongruous imagery in surreal art and literature" 2- resembling a dream; "night invested the lake with a dreamlike quality"; "as irrational and surreal as a dream"

For some reason the word 'Surreal' has been in my mind for some time now. Then I thought of it being a noun - The Surrealist.

Surreal. Surreal. The Surrealist.

( I like words)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With that being said, I slept like a rock last night. Seriously. It felt as though I was drugged. It was so hard to wake up. Even now as I type, I'm still shaking off the last vistages of sleep. Boy, what a night.

Eh..throat's being funny. Not good.

Ah well...I'm over the indignanty now. So, I'm now my normal nice self, ready to face the world once again.

Reality.

2006-07-17T08:36:00.000+08:00

To hell with it. So, I'm the immature one, eh? Sure....go on. Act like you're being the bigger person.
And you think I'm the whiny...pining...girl that has nothing to do but to think how miserable life because of you right now.

Well, you're damn wrong.

Because let me tell you something. I am not going to let myself be scorned like that. I don't have you (your friendship) , but I freaking do have my pride.

Who do think you are?...Geez..

And, I'd better not type anything in case innocent little children happen to stumble over this blog...because right now, the thoughts going through my mind are not for the faint at heart.

Edit after an hour: Wow...I'm mad.. You know, I was NOT looking for a boyfriend. Did you really think I was that immature? And desperate? I've got better things to do and finish.

What I was looking for was someone that cared for me as much as I cared for him. As friends. Sure, I liked you, but you can't condemn me for that. I understood that we had to remain friends. See? I'm not as immature and stupid as you think.

Since you were the 'mature' one, then you ought to know that you shouldn't have acted like you wanted something more..like your 'I love you's' and your caring. I do believe that you did, back then.

But if you were the mature person you say you are, you wouldn't have done all that. You would have shown/told me ( and the general public ) that we were friends....nothing more..

You wouldn't have led me on like that.

You played me. You might not have meant to, but you did.

Oh, and your 'list'. If that was meant for me..the 'being a student thing'....that was really cruel.

Wow...the blog of mine has turned into a rant, but I don't care.

Burden.

2006-07-16T18:03:00.000+08:00

I sit here in front of the computer, feeling the pinpricks of beginning tears. My throat tightens. I swallow. A tear falls, leaving a wet path and drips off my chin. I touch my wet cheek, remembering the first time I cried for a boy.

I watched the runway fall away, leaving the ground of my first love. In a flash, my mind's eye went through everything that happened. My hand covered my mouth and I choked back a sob. "Why?" I begged. "Why?" But no answer came.

The tears came later, after I was home. Familarity of being back home numbed the pain, but as I lay on my bed, staring up at the silent ceiling, the hurt was overwhelming and the tears freely flowed. I told myself that nothing would ever hurt as bad as this. That was three years ago.

And I was wrong. The hurt that envelopes me now is far greater. Pain stabs again and again, leaving me helpless and weak.

Now, just back from church, I remember tasting the salty tears mixed with the water in the shower I just took. "Why must You torture me? Haven't You done enough to me? Please. I cannot take this anymore!"

I turn away when he comes near because when I see him, I break inside. Echoes of conversations we had in the past float across my mind, piercing the knife deeper within me and reminding me how much I have lost.

Your fault. It's all your fault, my conscience taunts me. Is it? my rational mind wonders. But it cannot be undone. Never.

I will forever regret this. He doesn't deserve me.

I don't deserve another chance.

Tears are dripping of my chin, soaking my shirt. I cannot stop.

Me.

2006-07-14T17:25:00.000+08:00

For the last month..I have been starving myself. Literally. But hey, no pain no gain. Which in this case...lost.. Get it? haha

Anyway a month ago, in two weeks...I put on a wee bit...ok more than that. Had to la.. Heh. After that, I told myself, "Ok, that's got to go."

And after a month, I have regained/resumed my proper body ( which is my flat tummy. ). Of which I am proud. Yay..

So ladies out there...don't binge for two weeks. You'll need at least a month to get it off.

And it's no fun to starve yourself.

Peace out.

Confused

2006-07-12T11:17:00.000+08:00

You say you do, but you act like you don't,
You say yes, but I know you mean no,
You say you're protecting us both, but you're pushing me away,
Why the heck do I care?

It's because I love you.

You've let go, it's so easy for you.
Past is past, but where are you now,
I was sure you were special, different from the rest,
But I realize that you're just like the others.

Call me paranoid, call me insecure,
Go ahead, but keep in mind,
That you too have your own weaknesses,
So don't you dare judge me.

I want to forget, I need to get away,
Maybe it's best that it happened this way,
I try to find the positive, something to gain,
But all I get is the hurt and the pain.

Was it my fault? I think it was,
I pushed him away, I just couldn't trust,
Afraid to be hurt, time and again,
Now I pay the price, have nothing left.

He gave up on me, I was too much,
Suffocating guilt, wave upon wave,
I might as well just go down deep,
I'm drowning, with nothing left to save.

Testimonials

2006-07-10T10:44:00.000+08:00

So Friendster has this thing called 'Testimonials'. So I thought , "Why don't I just make my own 'Testimonial Page'?"

So, you people out there post a testimonial for me.

And in case you don't have a clue what a testimonial is, it's your impression of the person, which in this case - me!

Pictures

2006-07-06T11:18:00.000+08:00

So I'm bored right now...so here are some photos.

Me showing my flexibility, while on the handphone. Multitasking, yeh?

My spider. I like my cap.

Don't ask....

Pointe shoes. Hm...my jeans are getting 'thready'.

Oh yeah.....

Shocked.

2006-07-03T11:51:00.000+08:00

I haven't recovered yet. I'm in total emotional devastation.

I should have known. I'm been so naive! Again! Why do these things keep happening to me? It was so obvious and I still let myself go.

And get hurt all over again.

How can it be her? I mean, it's her! It just HAD to be her!

But then again....however unrational it is, it is yet believable.

Will it work out?

....I hope not....

But time will tell.
-----
I'm never ever going to let myself fall like that...again.

Haha..

2006-06-29T12:17:00.000+08:00

Ah...the life of being in the music team at church... Playing keyboard this Sunday. And I just remembered that my white top is missing...

Oh and...

Congrats to Jason for getting his first ever theory distinction! *applause* See? I told you! Now the REAL fun begins when you take the Grade 5 work. Muahaha.... You get to learn all those fun Italian words such as - cresendo, ritardando, allegro, forte, piano, portamento..etc. Haha.. I should also mention that there will be much more writing as well.

Wow...this makes me feel glad that I've finish all the exams already...hehe...

(Now Jason, this will be a good time for you to comment. *wink* )

How people can be so...mean...

2006-06-24T11:14:00.000+08:00

My privacy has been violated. By my friends. You know who you are! *points accusingly* I cannot believe you guys did that! I was uber shocked and embarrassed! omg...

I'm now walking around my own home feelings very watched. As if I don't have enough to worry about!

You might say that I'm being absolutely irrational, but no, I am not! It's a girl thing. ( yes, my girl-friends would definately give you the cold shoulder if I told them!)

Let me tell you something - We girls do not like this kind of thing. Perhaps guys do, but girls especially me, don't!

ugh...people....

I now wish I was in some desert island where I don't know who the heck people are..

*pouts* don't friend you anymore...

I'm serious.

Sure, I pretended to be sporting and such...but god...I was furious....

Still am.

Tagged!

2006-06-23T09:30:00.000+08:00

I’ve been tagged. So, as Nadia requested, here it is---

Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head.
Don't read the questions before you write, and tag 5 people to do this survey.

1) Nadia
2) Eunice
3) Rachel Lyman
4) Jason
5) Stephan
6) Willie
7) Angel
8) Ianthe
9) Addie
10) Peter Fred
11) Joshua Siaw
12) Vincent Yap (Edit - Sorry. Not 'Yap'. It's 'Tan'. My bad.)
13) Chan
14) Patrick
15) Ben Morrison
16) Alex Vaastra
17) Bernice
18) Keira
19) Katherine
20) Sam Tan

Wow…most of my friends are guys….

How did you meet 14?
- Patrick. I don’t know really. At church, I guess

What would you do if you have never met 1?
- I’d get on with life. ( I love you, Nad! Haha)

What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?
- Sam and Addie? Gee…I get them some counseling, and introduce them to the opposite sex.

Did you ever like 19?
- As a friend, yes. I mean, it’s Katherine!

Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?
- I don't think so..One, he’s waaaay too old for her, and two, I don’t think she’d want him. Haha… Actually wait, how old is Bernice?..oh yes, 18. Ok, it's not distant in age. Haha....dunno la..

Describe 3.
- Cute. Blonde. Short. Great friend.

Do you think 8 is attractive?
- She’s cute, yes. Attractive…I guess to her bf, she is!

Tell me something about 7:
- She’s like this little china doll that when you squeeze ever so gently, she breaks.

Do you know any of 12's family?
- No really. I’d like to though

What's 18's favourite?
- Favourite what? Hm….Favourite guy? Haha…my lips are sealed.

What would you do if 11 confesses that he/she likes you?
- I’d go out with him. Haha! Nah… I’d be really really flattered.

Who is 9 going out with?
- No idea.

How old is 16 now?
- He’s 20. Or is it 21? Somewhere around there.

When was the last time you talked to 13?
- I last talked to Chan about two weeks ago. He has been busy. Then again, I’ve been busy as well.

Who's 2's favourite band/singer?
- I don’t really know. She is crazy about Planetshakers, though.

Would you date 4?
- No!

Would you date 7?
- No. For obvious reasons.

Is 15 single?
- Is Ben single. Why, yes he is. He has been miserable ever since I left. Just kidding…

What's 10's last name?
- Rumaras…Runawas…Rumamas….Rumawes….. Oh, wait. I got it. R-U-M-A-W-A-S. Rumawas.

Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?
- Who knows? He’s a great guy. Haha..

Which school does 3 go to?
- She’s home schooled like me.

Where does 6 live?
- Right here in KK.

What's your favorite thing about 5?
- I love the way that he’s so efficient in all that he does.

Ok, the five I going to tag –

Keira
Bernice
Ianthe
Willie
Sam

Edit - Wait...Sam doesn't have a blog, right? Ok, then I tag Vincent.

Randomness

2006-06-19T11:50:00.000+08:00

Another random post.

Someone asked me what would make my perfect guy? Well, ok. Since you asked...hehe.. Keep in mind...I'm just musing..

Should I go to character qualities first? Or physical qualities?...

Ok, let's start with character qualities.

Well, he must be a Christian, of course. And what I look for in a guy's personality is a great sense of humor. To me, a sense of humor is important. I don't want a guy with the personality of a turnip. Hahaha.. He must be intelligent. You know, so we can have intelligent conversations..not just blah all the time. Talking nonsense is fun....but not for all the time.

Trust. Ah...the big one. Yes, someone who's trustworthy. That's self explanatory.

Dress-wise. Hey, decent dressing is a character quality! No, he doesn't have to be wearing expensive designers clothes all the time. He can wear t-shirts and worn out jeans and such. But he should know what to wear and when to wear it. You know, occasions.

Clean. I mean, neat. But not too OCD. I know a few guys who are neat freaks. It's a little scary. Hm....actually..I'm ok with a not-too-neat-guy. I mean, a few t-shirts on the floor won't hurt anybody, right? haha

Overall, someone I can be proud of.

And now for the physical list.

Odd thing about is that when I meet a new guy, I always study his eyes. I'm a sucker for nice eyes.

Then smile.

Height? Oh haha! This is a funny one. Well, yes. I'd prefer a guy who's slightly taller than me. But I won't judge a guy by his height. :)

You all might think I'm a little silly here...but I like looking at people's hands. Hey, hands can tell a lot!

Glasses? Meh....that's trivial. I don't care if he does or not.

Hair? Depends la. Some guys look fine with both; others would look better with either short of longer hair.

More athletically inclined. No. He doesn't have to a world famous sportsman. Just someone who does some sports of any kind. Helps with coordination.

Wow, this is like a shopping list.

And Josh said behind me, "You do know that this 'perfect guy' doesn't exist, right?"

Hahaha...thanks.

Back to randomness. Eh...I have the urge to watch a movie. Must be all those trailers Josh has been letting me watch.

Books...I'm running out of things to read...

Say what now? Gas prices are up? Oh that's just great.

Oh ya, I'm going to learn how to drive. I'll be territorising to KK roads soon. So watch out!

Thoughts

2006-05-30T15:17:00.000+08:00

So...what's up with me? Well, the past few days have been, at best, a blur. Plus, I'm having this nagging sore throat, which is a sure sign that I'll be sick.

Bleh...Tomorrow's another day. Another day living how I lived yesterday. Is life meant to be like this? As a kid, I always thought that life was/would be exciting. Fabulous.

Then I grew up.

You know how when you're a kid, there was just this one thing in which you wanted so much, and that you just knew when you finally had it...your life would be complete. And you'd never feel sad again. You know what I mean? Heh. Yeah, I remember my childish desire.

And everyday you would just wish and wish. The possibility of it coming true was what made life so...so...exciting. Always looking forward to the big day.

Did I get it?

No.

Sad, right?

Though depressing as that might sound, I realize that it gets worst as you grow older. You wonder why you would ever want such a thing. You then forget.

You want this. Keep in mind that 'this' doesn't necessary mean an actual 'thing'. Could be an oppurtunity, or whatever. You're not thinking straight. ( Ah...ignorance is bliss... ) You ignore the possibility that it wouldn't happen. Heck, You KNOW that it'll never happen, but that doesn't stop you from hoping.

But as a kid, you would think all things you're going to do with it. You're so SURE that you'll receive it.

See the difference in thinking?

Then comes the reality check. You get to a point where you say, "Man...I wish I was still that little kid hoping for that ( the childhood wish ). It was more fun that way.

You smile and remember the countless of times you've begged you parents for it. All the scribbly notes you 'hid' in convenient places. The waiting alone at home, then jumping up and running to hte door once you hear the car door slam, shouting frantically, "Dod you get it? Did you get it?" The disappointment afterwards when they both shakes their heads. And the skinned knees when you slid down beside your bed ( Funny how kids think if they kneel beside their bed at night and ask God for something, it's a sure guarantee. ) and praying the same prayer. And promising to become the 'goodest little girl' there ever was. Or vowing to become a missionary. "...Just please...May I have it?...Please, God? Amen. Oh, and thank you for today."

Haha! Cute, right?

Ah...good times...good times...

Reality TV - American Idol

2006-05-25T21:35:00.000+08:00

Well, we have a winner. Our American Idol is Taylor Hicks from Alabama!

Whoo...go soul patrol!

Well, to be totally honest, he wasn't my fav. My favs in order were Chris--

Elliot--

Then Taylor.

But in my heart, Clay Aiken is the true American Idol. I don't care that he was the runner up ( season two ) Clay is the everlasting American Idol!

*melts in a puddle*

No, I'm not that shallow. I know he's totally hot and cute at the same time, but he's an amazing singer and a wonderful performer.

Songs - I Never Had A Dream Come True

2006-05-21T19:19:00.000+08:00

You know, some songs just trigger emotions and memories that you've kept hidden inside. I was just watching TV just now, and this song by S-Club Seven did it for me. I actually heard this song right after *ahem* and fell in love with it. Then a few years later, I hear it again.

Everybody's got something they have to leave behind,
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time,
There's no use looking back or wondering,
How it could be now or might've been,
All this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go.

I never had a dream come true 'til the day that I found you,
Even though I pretend that I've moved on,
You'll always be my baby,
I never found the words to say,
You're the one I think about each day,
And I know no matter where life takes me to,
A part of me will always be with you.

Somewhere in my memory I've lost all sense of time,
And tomorrow can never be, because yesterday is all that fills my mind,
There's no use looking back or wondering,
How it should be now or might've been,
All this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go.

*chorus*

Every word of that song described everything! It's so strange that after so long, there's still this connection. Even HE has to admit that.

*nods*

Ah well...

Recent Events - Pacer Ball

2006-05-15T18:37:00.000+08:00

I guess it's about time I posted about the Pacer Ball. It was a church event to celebrate the fifth anniversary of the existence of Pacers. Wow...five years...I can still remember the first few Pacers...all five of them.

So, to celebrate the momentous occasion, they decided to organise this ball. You know, the Cinderalla type. Wait, no. Haha! Not that kind of ball when all the bachelorettes in town trying to impress the prince.

Like all balls, it was a social event. So that was nice. Besides, we all get to dress up!

That's Kat, Eleni and myself.

Before dinner, there this time of 'mingling'. Basically, as people come in we are to go around to meet new people. It was funny because when we - our gang- always ended up together.

"Hey, meet anyone interesting?"
"Nah, not really."
"Oh, look. There's so and so."
"My, he looks great!"
"So have you watched MI 3 yet?"

And so on. Then someone says, "Um, Aren't we supposed to mingle?"

Then the same thing happens. After a while, we gave up and stuck together. Hehe...

Oh, the girls, I mean ladies, were given corsages when we walked in. Nice.

This is my view from me table. Sorry about the poor quality.

The food was good. I wasn't planning on taking pictures of the food, but now I wish I had. *smacks forehead* Anyway, there were four courses. I'm no food critic, but I say it was good.

There was an interesting plan about the dinner. The seating was guy girl guy girl. After every course the men are to switch to another table. The new table was by their choice. New table, new people.

But the men missed the first chance. Pastor was enjoying the company at his table so much that he forgot to announce the switch.

During the switching, there was some speculation. "Oh look, there he goes. I knew he was going to chose that table!" "I wonder where's he going." "Whoops, I think he's lost."

Anyway, there was dancing after a talk from Pastor. No, not that kind. More like line dancing. First was a traditional Victorian...sort of dance. Then a swing style. And I'm not sure what kind was the last one. Haha!

Everyone went a little crazy at the photo taking. When are we going to dress up again anyway?

Group picture.

Haha!

Uh...Randomness...

Rose Among the Thorns. (Thanks Felix!)

Me and my brother.

My brother and Angel, doing a serious pose.

Angel and Josh again.

Willie and me.

Me and Fooman.

Overall, it was a great night.

Memory Lane - New Zealand

2006-05-08T08:18:00.000+08:00

Yes, in a previous life ( so it seems ) I went to Middle Earth. You know, Lord of the Rings Country. That was in January 2004. For QVSS - Queenstown Violin Summer School. I was fifteen soon-to-be-sixteen.

Actually the fact that I did manage to go was nothing short of a miracle. We found out about a month before it started. Sent in the audition tape a week later with a letter apologizing the late entry, and precisely one and a half weeks, the letter of acceptance came in through email.

Before I knew what was going on, I was at the airport....with a ten-hour journey ahead of me.

This being my virgin-solo trip, I was desperately trying to remember the loads of advice my parents gave me. What to do when this happens. Who to call. Plus the century-old parental admonishment - "Don't talk to strangers!"

I think the best advice came Joshua - "Whatever you do, make sure you board the right plane."

Did I mention I had to switch flights? Yep.

Anyway, I got to Auckland in one piece, with one minor disaster. While in Brunei, my flight to Auckland was delayed for three hours. I had to tell my parents so that they could inform the people picking me up at Auckland. So they wouldn't have to wait three hours for me. I ignored the "Don't talk to strangers!" saying and bravely approached a lady with a handphone. I took about an hour to muster up the courage.

And the first thing my dad said when he recognized my weak hello was, "Why aren't you on the plane?!"

^^Everyone in NZ was in the Lord of the Rings fever. This huge wall poster of the two hobbits was in the the waiting room inthe Auckland airport.

Oh! And during my traveling, people kept sneaking furtive looks at me. Guess they thought I was carrying a machine gun aka my violin case. Haha!

I stayed with a Chinese family in Auckland. They were really nice. Three kids. All younger than me.

Sure, it was colder than Sabah, but it was the pleasant kind of cold. I thought to myself, "This isn't too bad."

I had my camera on the flight from Auckland to Queestown. I took some pictures of the
scenery. It's very different from Malaysia, I can tell you that!

^^Touchdown on Queestown!

It so was freaking cold! The cold air hits you like a wall. And the wind just whips around you, flapping your clothes and significantly lowering the temperature.

Being a tropical bunny, I was, no doubt, in for a 'great' time.

By the time I reached the "Holiday Park" ( That's where the students were staying ) I was shivering.

I was introduced to my Japanese roommate, Tomoko. She was a really fun person. Spoke English perfectly well.

I was the mystery girl in the whole school. You see, all of the students knew each other already. Then here's this Chinese new girl.

Seeing that I looked different from them, they assumed that I didn't speak English well.

"Hi."
"Hey."
"Um...do you speak English?" (very very slowly)
Pause. "As a matter of fact, yes, I do speak English. And wow, so do you." *patronizing smile*

Silly people.

For our lessons and practices, we had to walk to this cathedral.

Which was down a long road.

Past a huge and wide parking lot.

And up a high and steep hill.

^^The slant of the hill is absolute hell!

Quite a trip. Plus we had to lug our books, violins and music stands.

So that was that. Every night, we had mini concerts - fellow students as the audience and critics. And a showcase concert on weekends for the public. And a finale conert at the end of school.

Studywise it was fun. I learned a lot, and worked hard. Everyone did.

The other students. I wasn't very social for the first few days. Basically because I didn't know what the heck they were saying! The Kiwi accent is hard to get used to.

My roommates- Tomoko and Regina ( she's Korean ) were fun. They were real nice and we had a great time. After a week, Anna from Australia moved into our room, saying that she didn't fit into her roommates. Anna and I turned out to be close friends. We were always together.

The guys. Well, basically I only talked to Daniel and Josh from Dunedin, Ben, Alex from Christchurch. Yeah...I was a shy-ish one.

And yes, there was drama. Between Ben and I. Benjamin Morrison, the star of the school. He's made a CD and is famous and all that.

What really happened? Well, I know this is a walk down Memory Lane, but...I'll keep that to myself.. Haha..

Recent Events - Pacer Ball

2006-05-02T18:17:00.000+08:00

It was really great! I had an awesome time. The camera's being tempermental right now, so I'll post the pictures later.

Everyone looked so good! Really, I could barely recognize some of the guys. You always see them in jeans and tee shirts that look as if they were run over by a cement truck. Then you see them in penguin suits!...uh...I mean, tuxes. Haha! Boo Yeah!

I'm was a little disappointed, no, make that very very disappointed, that Chan wasn't there. Aw..Chan... Ok, I know you're really busy. Being a doctor and all. Just want to let you know that I really did miss you. See you on Sunday. I'll call you or something before then.

The food. It was good. First time I ate cake. yes, you heard me. I NEVER eat cake. But I did last night. Haha!

Well, got to go right now. I promise to post the pictures soon. Keep checking in!

~Johanna

Reads - PVP

2006-04-26T13:11:00.000+08:00

Yes, I do read comics. Not very lady-like, I know, but who cares! I love PVP! My dear older brother introduced it to me and I'm hooked! You guys have to read it, especially if you're a computer/video games/movie fanantic. Well, I'm not that into computer/video games/movie and such, but I know enough to enjoy this comic.

And I love Brent! I officially have a comic character crush....

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The glue that holds PvP together, Cole Richards tries to retain a small semblance of sanity admist the chaos of his emplyees. This makes him an obvious target. Confused and disturbed by the lastest computer game releases, Cole is happiest playing classic 80's arcade game emulators on his computer.

Brent Sienna, Creative Director, has little time to play computer games, however he always finds time to mock those who do. Pretentious and Pompous, Brent is the master of the inappropriate comment. Despite his rough exterior, he's managed to show Jade his softer side and the two have become romantically involved.

"Women play games too." That's what Jade Fontaine, Lead Staff Writer, wants to tell the world. Jade can compete with the best of the boys but prefers the escape of a good online RPG and is hopelessly addicted to chat and email. Despite herself, Jade has fallen for Brent Sienna.

This is Francis Ray Ottoman, a sixteen year old kid who writes up reviews about games. He knows pretty much all there is to know about gaming, mostly because his life revolves around it.

Here's a sample----

Ok, I have to make a move now. I'll add later. Enjoy...

2006-04-22T15:06:00.000+08:00

Randomness.......

Just finished watching Finding Nemo. A good father-son movie. Yeah... The Pacers Ball is coming up. Will write about it. So keep checking in now and then, especially you, Felix. I know you're dying to know what will happen. Hehe...

Did I mention how extremely hot Johnny Depp is? Oh whoo...I'm going to have to post a salute to the great Johnny Depp one day, complete with pictures.

Oh and my violin E string snapped the other day in the middle of Bach's Partita and nearly blinded me. I now have this really cute scar at the side of my eye. War wound... Hope it fades enough so people at church won't be asking who mugged me.

2006-04-20T17:18:00.000+08:00

I'm just experimenting with pictures in blogs. So forgive me if this turns out awful. The guy dancer is my hero. Ethan Stiefiel...sigh....