is it really over? am I really over it? or am I just shittin' myself?
the last one sounds convincing.
Sunday, July 26, 2009,12:00 PM |
hug a tree,
they have less issues than people.
sunsets are beautiful. The way the blue mixes with the orange, reds and pink. it's breathtaking.
So for some ahemmm reasons, my mom switched car. From the 40-year-old virgin to the 50-year-old virgin. Okay, lets just say the saga is a tad bit older than me. You do know my maths suck.
Oh yeh, it doesn't have air-cond too. Bummer. Rolled down the windows, stucked our heads out in the highway acting stupid like doing peace signs until mom yelled at us through all the noise honk honk beep beep rude gestures.
It was like being five again when I sat on daddy's lap handing the ticket to the uncle who sat in the toll booth. Or when daddy picked ah bii up to let him slide the 1U ticket into the yellow machine even though there was a huge line behind.
my beh paiseh daddy. i miss you, i miss your smile, and i still shed a tear, every once every while. (:
tumbling rants, filled with randomness. excusez moi ;D
I hate pills. I seriously don't like them. If I'm gonna die, it will probably be about one of the humongous-life-threatening sickly pills that went down the wrong hole and choked me to death. Either that or my chinese teacher heard me talking about her see-through underwear who later then murdered me with a super heavy dictionary. plonk.
how vivid. I still prefer the colouful liquid type. Except the omg-ewww-get-a-way-from-me-monster cough medicine. I'd take pills over that everyday. and yes, I'm suffering from a sore throat and a flu. Very H1N1 eh? xD *sneeeze*
With all the form 3 and 5 seniors gone, our band room does seem bigger and a less crowded. Plus it isn't that humiliating anymore when you're the only one who screwed up bar 15. phweeesh. seniors, begone haha nah just kiddin
& i HEART percussion. Everybody is so friendly and huggable =D my favourite is still the snare-SWOOOON- and today I also fell in love with castanets!
clickerklaterclicklaterclackclack <3 Malaguena is such a great score. and so easy! oh yeah anddd guiro! the sound it makes zweeeeeeep zweeeeeeep zwiiiiiiiiit zwiiiiiit makes me laugh.
randomfact: my favourite piece is Freedom Forever-what a stupid title, like Kapten Hassan- because teeee heeee i get the drumset and i LOVE clanging the cymbals!
:D buh bye. do come back.
there goes the sun, and it's alright (:
Saturday, July 25, 2009,11:44 PM |
She'd be home.
I love book fairs. I would seriously sleep with 'em.
So, I was weirded out when my granpap called me and shouted these: "Book fair ah! Eeeng wen shee!Lei tai ah!" over the severely crackled phone. And shocked to the core when I arrived at Carrefour to see a sign reading "BOOK FAIR LAST DAY RM5".
whoah whoa. Okay. I'm in Penang, which also means this place has no sufficiently stuffed English bookstore whatsover, and this thing lands so neatly in my way? In Carrefour? Don't they only sell cheese and baguettes? oh yah, their potato bread's awesome btw (:
I'm still thanking my lucky stars, if you were wondering. These books quenched my thirst since I left Queensbay's Borders. And they were all going for only- RM5!
*does the dance of the dying then reincarnated cockroach hula hula*
thankyouthankyouthankyou iloveyou carrefoursbookfairorganiser whoever you are =D
My family lingered there, the small corner surrounded by supermarket stuff, picking up and leafing through books. Lots and lots of them. The scent of a book is so wonderful. It calms me down, the papery-smell, rolls and rolls of parchment. mmmm. Anyone with me hees?
My little brother endorsed in a picture book filled with colourful trucks, sister's imagination flying with fairies, and mommy laughing quietly over a "How to be a Better Mom" title. I feel the strong warmth and happy glow, of having a good book in your hands. It makes glad to see such a lovely scene.
oh god. how sappy can I get? god. i might as well start belting out Barney's ending theme on the top of my lungs.
So. I bought The Last Summer(of you and me) by Ann Brashares, Laguna Cove by Alyson Noel, Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot and Tallulah Falls. I've finished Princess- hilarious, Cabot's witty humour had me in stitches- and Laguna Cove- huh. Nothing really special- and Tallulah Falls. The beginning of The Last Summer was a real bore so I put it off. Might pick it up after the Undead series.
Tallulah Falls by Christine Fletcher. A surprise. A winner. I figured that I had it with flimsy, non-insightful girlies, so I wanted to get real. And Tallulah Falls gave me that. It gave me real. What caught my eye amongst the pile of books was its beautiful cover. The cover took my breath away. It has been ages, ages since I come across such a beautiful cover. The girl and the dog, they looked so serene, so peaceful. So faraway. If it hadn't been for the gorgeous cover, I would have put it down and moved on to yet another girl-meets-boy stereotype.
After meeting Maeve, a 21-year-old bipolar, Debbie Badowski dyes her hair, gets a tattoo and changes her name to Tallulah Addy. Tallulah leaves Oregon impulsively in search of Maeve, after getting a frantic phonecall from her. Never did she know she'll end up broke and stranded in rural Tennessee, and that rescuing a dog lands her a job in the local vet's office. Whooh. Tallulah's relationship with Dr. Poteet, the grim vet with a sorrowful past, motherly Ruth who she stays with and her co-worker, the tall and lean Kyle-whom she may or may not have feelings for- is so real they walk off the page. The plot is deep and engaging, and the setting, Tennessee is vividly realistic. Tallulah Falls is a story wonderfully written, honest and painful, of a stubborn yet strong girl, overcoming all the storms in her journey to find herself.
Blew me away. Best book I've read this year.
'They were just wildflowers, the same ones Tallulah had seen choking the ditches, dotting the unmoved strips of grass. But Kyle's bouquet held two dozen at least, with three, four, five ... eight different kinds of blooms, all in the bright loudmouth colors she loved.' -Tallulah Falls by Christine Fletcher An excerpt.
PS Just so you know, I went back to the book fair last Sat. Turns out the sign saying "LAST DAY" was a real fake. I bet it's still hanging there if there are still book left. The prices had dropped to RM3. Grabbed Emil and Karl, Undead and Unemployed by MaryJanice Davidson and one more. I forgot the name. Don't worry, it ain't sex manual ;D
Wednesday, July 22, 2009,10:52 PM |
life is a maze and love is a riddle
You Belong With Me by Taylor is a nice vid. Sweet, predictable happily-ever-afters, something everyone wants.
I'd always loved Science classes. I mean, going to the science lab is the greatest. You can enjoy munching on Rockies and chat the day period away with your also chatty friends, catch up on homework or just relax. Usually that means having a lil' nap in the dark, cosy science lab. mmmm.
Too bad I don't have anyone to snuggle with. ): phwooee
haha. Well, I'm glad I aced in my recent exams. Guess that after the pain has gone, you do get back normal. Normal with some deeply-appreciated scoring superpowers (:
School's still the same ol' loony bin, no different from here and there, cranky teachers and murderous peers. The discipline teacher forced me to get a fringe. Ran into the toilet stalls and had a small sob. I dislike change.
Just so you know, I pushed the fringe outta my face forehead, and yeah worked around it. Accepted it, got used to it, and moved on.
A smile shines again on my face.
Still gotta mention this though, things get a little different after mid-year. You get along better with your seatmate, the monkeys behind you, the girls in your class, the crazy boys, the teachers know your name, and even though the cute guy in class still has not said a word to you, you catch his eye once in a while.
Enough to have you quit lingering in the past and move on. Go on.
Giggles and whispers with the gals, hooting and screaming with the guys, life does seems okay.
This Saturday is a public holiday. Finally a Saturday which I don't need to wake up early to. Band practice, cancelled. Woots! ;D
Drumming. I think I'm serious. (= yay. I have reached my calling LOL where did THAT came from??
tata for now hees :DDD
Friday, July 10, 2009,1:18 AM |
i am fifteen years old, and fell in love with poetry recently.
okay, and maybe not only with that.
feel free to be inspired by the world. don't lock all your emotions inside you, express them and share.
share with someone who listens.
with the world.
the world needs more inspirations than tears, you know.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
thankyou for visiting. I hope something here makes you smile.