methrowrock: (Air Balloon)
It has been a crazy week. And things look set to get even crazier. I'm going about half-crazy already. But I'll survive. Somehow, someway. By hook or by crook, I had better, anyway. I won't crumble that easily though, I ain't nobody's prey. Better stop with the bad rhymes or I would be beaten up one day. HAHA. Sign of a depraved mind, perhaps. Ah.. moving on.

Finally, NDC is over. Phew. Weird huh, especially since I'm not even in the ad-hoc or HAT. The long rehearsals were draining though. I feel terrible for dragging S11 people along and depriving them of time to study. Terra didn't do that well in the end, sadly. Some may feel that it is a waste of effort; others may feel that the hours were well-spent as we had fun. I'm not quite certain as to which side to teether upon. One thing is for sure though: it can't be just S11 all the time. Please don't abuse their enthusiasm.. Thanks.

The actual day itself was a chaotic affair. Moving around band stages, programme booklets, chairs, helping with angklung, ferrying shirts, last-minute rehearsals of the segment- everything was clumped into two hours of blurry flurry. The people who stayed over must have had a worse time though. It's going to be my turn soon enough. Hurr. Cleaning up was a wearisome affair. It reminded me of Theme Hospital, the part when there was a epidemic and green radioactive patients kept puking up curly brown vomit wigs onto the ground. Frustrating. The handymans could never sweep up fast enough, despite the pay raises and bonuses. I will never look down on you again, dear $65 handyman, with Einstein hair, bewildered blank stare and midnight blue pants. R-E-S-P-E-C-T with Aretha Franklin-esque attitude, yo.

After all that was done, there was TDC meeting. So it was discuss, discuss, discuss. Stress. Lunch was much better- Suki Sushi buffet at Cine. We downed more than 70 plates, which delighted Grace because that meant we beat the 6 CJ guys at the next table. Dilys went gaga over ice-cream puffs, stuffing them into her mouth one after another. Salmon makes me happy so I had a lot of that. And you know what's better?

The Dark Knight. )

Topping that was walking around Orchard with Melinda, Audrey and Dilys. We tried on clothes and accessories at different stores, semi-stalked a short green-shirted guy whom Dilys went crazy over and nearly proclaimed him better than BSG, took neoprints, confused each other with similar-sounding names at Mos Burger and basically, made a racket whereever we went. It was fun. A day out in a long long time. :)

À cause d'un garçon )

Currently looking forward to Comme Une Image heh. What's with the French mania suddenly, I wonder. Just a month back, it was Naruwan Taiwan. I lose interest in things too easily for my own good. But I think I'll always be curious about China. What's more, it is the Olympic season now. Behold world, the magnificence and complexity of China. And happy belated birthday Singapore. Despite all my pretentious far-ranging interests, I'm glad to be born right here, really. :D
methrowrock: (Sunflower)
My energy is sapped.
Long days and nights, an unrelentless barrage of tutorials + stufftodo + workworkwork and sleep deprivation maketh for a lemming.
But,
I will continue smiling and laughing, as I did today after seeing Dilys' retarded ahma face, after hearing Grace's bimbo ninja exclamations, after snapping paparazzi-worthy pictures of the Dorably like Dora Cheryl Heng, after ribbing Mylene about her ahsohness, after Melinda's screams whenever curlycurly is mentioned, after Qiao Wei leg splits, after notsodiscreet-gesturing to Fangtian in Econs, after spazzing about Antique with Hian Kek, after hearing Sze Wai's pledge to marry someone's hair, after a day with S11. And who can forget the soccer girls in the morning? Especially Leena and her act-sehness. And the 41st, during the high times during National Day songs and sitting around and waiting. Cool. I guess one needs time to remember the little things in life to be happy. Or at least, hastily scruff over the bad things with mud. That, and good melancholic music.
So, come on Life, give me your best shot. Shit happens but, suck it up and move on. That's how I (want to) roll.
methrowrock: (Default)
For the first time in two weeks, I am home before 6pm. It's a wonderful feeling to have the sun blazing down in your face, to see clear-cut shadows upon scaly cracked leaves, to hear the daytime bustle of noisy nosy aunties and primary school students in white strap-on Bata shoes, to have the day in front you, full of unfull-filled promise. Of things you can do, of things you can say, of things you can watch. That's what I have been lacking recently. The school-week has been one long string of events!&thingstodo!&obligations!&homeworkchasing!. Panic to the n factorial. (!) But the week has been rather great, to admit the truth. Here's why:

Between Two Mondays )

Now, that was an awkward transition. But I have spent long enough on this entry. Today, Grace and I came up with 3 more codenames: Loyfatt, Wobbles and Tadaha. TADAHAHAHAHA. I can hardly keep track of how many we have now haha. Man, we have too much time on our hands. Here's to wasting more, till then.
methrowrock: (Sunflower)
It's about time to wake up. Thank you Tiffany for your honesty. I know that you're not one who would allow me to go down in a spiral. So maybe this is what Glenn Lim meant by a wake-up call. It's funny to note how exasperated I became at his longwindedness while editing the interview transcripts yet, echo his sentiments now like an obsequious twerp. I can't afford not to, really. It is 7 weeks to promos and still, I am gallivanting around without a care in the world. Have I lost my drive? Have I lost my ambition? Whatever happened to the dream of Waseda University? I can't back down and admit defeat without even fighting hard for it. I don't want to look back on my life and remember that this was the place where I fell down and which left me a cripple to hobble pathetically in crutches as the rest sprinted past, wind in hair, cheeks with red and eye aglow with triumph. BCDUU- well, that's a sorry state of affairs. It shows how much I have fallen. Granted, I was never top-student material but, failing 2 subjects (horribly at that) is unacceptable. This is my life, my future, my hope of owning a loft in a bustling English city decorated with quaint ornaments and rich teak bookshelves, at stake here. I can't be a disappointment anymore. This ends here.

On to less depressing things )

Yup, so that's about it. It has been a great week but it's time to settle down and study. I don't want to be the total opposite of Cinderella. Enough with bad results. As Camera Obscura puts it: "underachievers, please try harder." And you betcha, I can if I want. (ihope) To leave on a nice note, here's a wistful pretty song that I have been addicted to for the past few days: 小小的我 by Enno

嘿~ 妳聽 那傻笑的女孩 / 看著時鐘滴答滴答在歌唱
不知不覺忘記自己是身在何方 / 是因為 想要有股力

小小的我 / 張大眼睛讚嘆世界的大 / 好不甘心 / 也想擁有雙有力的翅膀
小小的手 / 靜靜握住那暖暖的吉他 / 即使 球依然規律的運轉 / 也不肯放
因為 唱歌好快樂 / 因為 歌聲還清澈 / 因為 年輕的靈魂
小小的 卻不卑微 卻那麼美

小小的我 / 張大眼睛讚嘆世界的大 / 好不甘心 / 也想站在光亮的地方
小小的手 / 握住拳頭認真的唱 / 即使 地球依然規律的運轉 / 心還是痴狂

請等待我

a, b, c, d

Jul. 20th, 2008 08:26 pm
methrowrock: (DBSK!)
Today was a good day because a) Atonement is a riveting read. b) 夏天的尾巴 was an enjoyable and relaxing movie. c) I ran 5km today. (The time taken is inconsequential though haha.) d) Batman Begins is playing on tv. And there's Cillian Murphy in all his high-cheekboned, piercing blue-eyed and twisted villain glory. As you can see, there has been no mention of homework still. I'll get to that soon enough though. After the movie, I promise. More about 夏天的尾巴 next time.

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