With half of my heart, picnic part 2
2 hours ago
Friday, February 5, 2010
Teddies don't hug back, but sometimes they are all you have.
0 praises/taunts Inscribed by Ying Hui at 10:55 PMI felt like a live wire all day. In a bad way.
I doubt I am having PMS. Or maybe I am but it ain’t Pre-Menstrual Syndrome. It is probably Post Menstrual Syndrome. If that exists, that is.
I was so frustrated today. I still am.
I was frustrated at not being able to wake up earlier to follow mom to school, even if I knew I was sleep-deprived and needed that extra hour of snooze desperately.
I was frustrated at having to wait for a ludicrously long time before my check-up, even if I had my laptop, an internet connection and a thumbdrive full of my favourite tunes with me.
I was frustrated at the doctor for not finding a solution on how to treat the wound, for being inconclusive, for dismissing the tiny tear in the old scar as a SUPERFICIAL SKIN PROBLEM, even if I heard the very same line almost a year ago and half-expected him to recite it over again.
I was frustrated at mom for droning on and on about a topic till I nearly snapped at her, even if her nagging meant that my head was in the clouds never really bothered me and I would normally use it as a lesson to be patient.
I was frustrated that Modern Band Ensemble ended more than 20 minutes late, even if it would not have made a difference since I had to stay back for piano classes at 5pm anyway.
I was frustrated at not seeing my playing improved after banging on the keys for an hour and a half, even if I was acutely aware of my weariness and lack of mood.
God, help me.
I need a new book.
And an alternate, virtual world to lose myself in.
And now, right from the centre of the bubbling mass of frustration, for some inexplicable, rootless reason, I am resenting those who have, or had a taste of, a happy ending. I want mine.
“Silly gal…love doesn’t exist in reality, only in fairy tales. People are interested in another because of reliability.”
(Do not bother to ask who made the statement)
I had no idea how to counterclaim that. Words mercilessly failed me.
But I feel calmer now.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Why next week would probably the worst week of February:
1 HAMM quiz – I still have no freaking inkling whatsoever is Mr. Willy trying to teach lecturing and he wants a quiz? Someone please pull the trigger.
2 Recital performance – Heck. I’m barely able to play the piece without much glitch, not to mention sound the additional jazzified introduction smoothly, and I’m to have it all memorized by next Friday? I think I’ve just dug my own grave.
3 Ear Training quiz – Hmmm. I can’t seem to recall the exact date but Justin did announce something about it. Either that or he was just saying a word that rhymed with ‘quiz’, which I doubt the existence.
4 Song Writing midterm project – I hate composing when I have no inspiration or mood for it. Period.
I’m hibernating. Wake me up when Week 7 ends.
“Ying Hui, you should go to gym with us next time.”
Ugh. The last time I went to gym daily, which was back in Foundation 1 and 2, I became so freaked out by the INTERNATIONAL students who checked me out talked to me in that eerie manner. And I probably appeared like a freak to my course mates when I passed by the music school, hence them, to my hostel, drenched thoroughly in sweat.
*Winces at the memory*
And what makes Wei Kit think I would want to revive my weird image again?
Not in a million years. Then again…nah. Well, depends. My body figure is *ehem*.
Anyway, since my 3 cohorts could not make it to their Enticing Trip to the Taman Connaught Night Market, I went with Sudharma and Wei Kit instead.
Loitered around in Block A’s deserted cafeteria while we waited out the initial heavy rainfall. But the slashes of rain were just beginning to deplete when our stomachs could allow no patience. So we simply dashed out, with Wei Kit conveniently snatching my umbrella and shoving me to stand under Sudharma’s along the way.
Ended up in Richie’s for dinner. God, it was freezing in there, being half-soaked and all (why bother with umbrella to merely cross the road?). But at least it was comfortable and we didn’t need to juggle between holding on to our food and keeping the umbrellas up or worry about the sky raining harder.
“I want my chocolate drink.”
And I got it. After we finished eating, that is. The 2 of them walked me partially through the night market to buy it. Wei Kit wanted some apung thing but the stall wasn’t there, or at least it wasn’t at its usual place. Too bad. But the bubble tea was. Whee (:
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HOLY CRAP. It's 2am!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I doubt I would have recognized him even if my brains weren’t fuzzy this morning.
“Eh Ying Hui, meet my new band member!” Carmen and Audrey were eyeing me expectantly, waiting hungrily for my reaction. What was up with them? I mean, not like we haven’t had new students before…
HOLY CRAP.
I did a double take.
“OMG Andrew!”
His hair was cropped short. Extremely so, at least for his standards. He looked like…like…
*Shuffles through her files of photos*
Like when he did back in Foundation (the only one sitting on the table), add some
The transition deserved nothing less than exclamations and choked expressions.
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None of us completed the assignment for Song Writing. Whether it was on purpose from the lack of interest in the subject or a result of a given-up attempt after a week-long procrastination, I had no idea. Don't shoot me that look. None of the seniors touched it either, with the exception of, perhaps, Sharon.
So, what do times like this call for? Class-ditching!
Escapees: Yours truly, Jia Wen, Audrey, Carmen, Rachel, Eunice.
And the refugee camp-base? Audrey's house.
An hour of cuddling Waggy, cooing at Micky's newborn puppies, Wall-E and Cornetto drumsticks helped keep us awake, albeit barely, till 7.30pm. Ah, the wonders of escaping the confines of a classroom
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Funny how my time spend on searching for band songs would turn into discovering new songs/fresh arrangements for popular songs for my own entertainment purpose. Every single time, without fail.
The Duke's Men of Yale
(Recording version, for those who are interested for a clearer and better quality sound)
Please do ignore the weird umbrella photos.
P.S. "Even when my house burnt down, you were still my friend." HAHAHA XD
Seem to have forgotten the name of that show. Eunice?
Sunday, January 31, 2010
I am completely, utterly, to the nth degree, baffled.
0 praises/taunts Inscribed by Ying Hui at 1:54 AMI truly am.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Here we are again, back at PropWall, a Malaysian website brimming with property resources. This time, however, I would be zooming in on a particular luxurious residential area: Desa Park City in Kepong. Sporting from homey light colour mould in conventional designs to edgy, modern designs spanning panes of glass and grey walls, the houses there ooze splendour. As if that is not enough, this new blooming land of beautiful homes is divided into 10 different regions, or should I say, enclaves, each distinctive in the sense of architecture, landscape and price range.
And like all things posh, these homes have one-of-a-kind names to boast, adding a foreign tinge to them. Take The Ridgewood, for example, it is an array of 2-storey semi-detached homes built on a hilly area, with tropical elements sprinkled throughout the place, reflecting its name. Similar to The Ridgewood, LeVenue is a nest of 3-storey semi-detached and terrace houses residential, surrounded with concrete attractions such as The Waterfront, an up and coming shopping centre, restaurants, cafes and a community clubhouse.
Aside from classy semi-detached houses, Desa Park City also developed terrace houses, 2 and 3-storey parkhomes and courtyard apartments. One of the enclaves that consists of a mixture of all 3 of them is Adiva, a relatively new development within Desa Park City, with a total of 144 units nestled among amenities like commercial centre, central park, schools, hospitals and many others. But if you are hunting solely for elegantly structured terrace houses, then have a look at SouthLake, also known as SouthLake Terraces, a residential comprising of 291 units of 2 and 3-storey terrace houses.
Lastly, the most recent launched enclave called Amelia, but what makes this a variant from SouthLake is the existence of linear parks and private gardens, which explains why it is also known as Amelia Garden Homes. It is a fairly large place consisting of 110 2-storey houses and 26 3-storey houses and equiped with recreational facilities, namely a jogging track and a clubhouse.
Besides these 5 enclaves, there are others, such as Zenia, Nadia, Adora, Safa and The Northshore. For more information regarding any of the properties mentioned above, do drop by the webpage Desa Park City and you might just be surprised at what you could find out from it.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
This morning saw the return of the Ear Training quiz results. *Sides of the lips twist downwards* Screwed up the bloody thing. I know I hadn’t been practicing chords dictation on my own (not that anyone else did, for that matter, as far as I could tell), but 4 out of 10? Preposterous. And one of the mistakes was my failure in putting a 7 in front of sus4, meaning it should have been written as 7sus4, and not simply sus4. I am baffled at my stupidity.
And that was GOOD morning to you.
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I only had my lunch way after 2pm.
“Didn’t I tell you to eat something just now?” Wei Kit sounded exasperated.
“I did! I ate yogurt!”
He smacked his head and buried it in his hands. Hmmm. He seemed pretty dumbfound by my answer. What? Was yogurt not food?
Whatever. I was busy gaping at my Vegetarian Oat Pan Mee, perplexed at its sheer size. It would have stuffed Andrew up just nice. Or Kevin. Or my bro. Or any guy, in fact. But I could die eating that thing.
So, I donated a portion of it to him, partially because I didn’t want it to go to waste if I could not finish it, and partially because all HE had for lunch was a slice of cake. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.
Then, he and Sudharma both perched on their stools patiently like ladies-in-waiting while the queen gobbled her noodles away. Okay. I felt bad and tried to hurry up but it was hard to do that without appearing like a starving forlorn creature.
But I managed to wash the whole bowl down with an hour to spare before Pop Music History at 4pm. Yay me.
And it was grocery time.
I Dove headlong for my shampoo immediately. Thank God. The one I just got rid of had been farting, whenever I squeezed it, for some time now. Another 24 hours and I would have either stunk of unwashed hair or resolved to primitive method of cracking an egg over my head as shampoo. Ugh.
Sudharma got himself yet another packet of frozen sausages. And that breath freshener chewing gum thing. Speaking of which, I haven’t even opened the one he bought me last week. Aha. Must be my aversion towards minty eatables.
Anyway, I was scanning the back row with Sudharma when Wei Kit walked over with a dried prune. Me waaaaaant. So I followed him to where he nabbed it from, thinking there were free food samples.
It came from a container that said NO TESTING.
Wow. Good to know some people were law-abiding.
As I stared, he motioned putting his hand into the plastic box.
“Just put your hand in and take one.”
I eyed him suspiciously. But he seemed so serious. Fine. Screw my guilty conscience. So I did just that. Reached in and grabbed one of the dark squished fruit.
He looked as if he choked on the prune. He probably did.
“I can’t believe you actually did it!”
Yeah. Me neither. I scowled at my hands. But, I must say, it was exhilarating. When breaking the rules wasn’t?
Snatched up a tofu before the final stop at the cashier. My source of protein. Wei Kit thought it was carbohydrate.
“Uhm. Tofu is made up of soya and soya is protein.”
“See! Even a music student knows more than you! I’m speechless.” Sudharma was incredulous. Haha.
Sum of price of shopping trip: RM58+. Darn those Reese’s Pieces with Nuts (sort of like M&M’s but with peanut butter filling instead of chocolate).
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Ditched Dhamma talk just now.
Transcribing can be a pain in the ass.
2 hours for a slowed-down version of a song. Double the time length for a Capella. I swear, this course is mass-producing perfect-pitchers.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
It's on the tip of my tongue but I'm still afraid
0 praises/taunts Inscribed by Ying Hui at 11:44 PM
See that huge scar across the back of my Jazzology? Yes. OUCH.
First a split between the epidermis and the thick paper base off a tiny corner of the front cover, just as hair has split-ends. *Draws in a sharp, pain breath*
Now THIS. *Thumps hand hard on the heart and gasps* Mummy is so so sorry, baby.
P.S. Exactly what I wanted to say too. You speak my mind, Colbie Caillat.
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