God, teach me to love my enemies. Even it that means a life of high blood pressure and fury from within.
Note the subtle hints.
So anyway, these are the things that happened this past week:
1) Arts Festival! which was really fun to do. I mean, rehearsals are so intense because everyone is shouting at you, but on the actual performance, all the lights shine for you and everyone claps, instead of a teacher clapping loudly to shout at you etc. etc. And I love running around backstage and rushing! And receiving flowers.
2) Hmm. nothing.
So i'll try to post some of the pictures that I took. and maybe the videos. yay cool.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
My Depressed Post
The Intended Holidays have passed away, I've just came home and I feel so weak, spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically.
Ok let's just say I feel like big fat ugly rock in a garden of beautiful people.
And I'm suicidal this evening because:
- I shall leave all my friends in the lurch.
- I shall not have to go for the emotionally demanding ushering tomorrow.
- I shall not have to perform for the other nights.
- And the choir will have one less person so they won't go out of tune so easily.
- And there will be more space on the risers so my bass section won't be so cramped.
- Suddenly, I have realized that I have made many many many wrong decisions that have made my life worse.
- I'm sick of being so grey.
God? Someone? Help me. Although I know this is just futile and attention seeking, but I wish I could just take some medication to make me happier.
Ok let's just say I feel like big fat ugly rock in a garden of beautiful people.
And I'm suicidal this evening because:
- I shall leave all my friends in the lurch.
- I shall not have to go for the emotionally demanding ushering tomorrow.
- I shall not have to perform for the other nights.
- And the choir will have one less person so they won't go out of tune so easily.
- And there will be more space on the risers so my bass section won't be so cramped.
- Suddenly, I have realized that I have made many many many wrong decisions that have made my life worse.
- I'm sick of being so grey.
God? Someone? Help me. Although I know this is just futile and attention seeking, but I wish I could just take some medication to make me happier.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
My Intended Artisan Afternoon
Oh-kay. Because Big Brother is watching my every post and planning discreet missions to sabotage and earn trivial victories in exchange for a less-than-perturbed conscience, I shall remain quiet and politically-neutral in my stance from now one.
And possibly, for ever.
Because, perhaps, their clockwork-like minds embrace all things evil.
And sometimes, evil loses its originality and the minority of society who haven't lost their sense of judgement and ability to seperate art and artfully-disguised-rubbish stand at a corner, stifling an anticipated yawn.
Yawn! Pseudo-sadist-posers are the tragic evidence of symptoms of an unfulfilled life.
Yawn! Sadly, there goes my political-correctness.
But I haven't talked about a certain, totally random day in my life yet. Much like radioactive decay, it really is random. So random, in fact, that you don't need to care.
Ok. Here's my monologue of my totally random day:
So the bus decided to hate me today and went really really slowly through the relatively-empty-compared-to-orchard streets of a particular journey to my school to meet some friends (and another person). I was late as usual. Hate me.
I got into the car and we went to Tampines for the debate tournament. It felt like the longest ride of my life due to having a backache while in an extremely unergonomic seating position.
Oh, I thought when we finally came to the lobby, I didn't know Tampines was so full of glass and steel.
(And my soul also ached when I saw my bag being opened and rummaged through for 'security reasons'. Conspiracy theory number 1: A classified document that would change the course of the future of the Universe was missing and therefore, there has been bag checks all around this galaxy. Yes, laugh at my attempt to be lamely funny.)
The doors were opened, the debate started. A most unusual, if not, extremely different template for a whole debate. I had to sit next to someone who, apparently, knows everything. So that's cool. (Through clenched teeth, yes, it was a test of one's tolerence-level.)
Press Skip button.
After the WHOLE debate thing, 2 other friends and I walked to the Tampines mrt and went to City Hall mrt. E and I went to the esplanade, where i had my Intended Artisan Afternon. Which meant opening up our senses for a sensory overload and enjoying the finer things in life. Which included nibbling chewy cookies at Mrs. Field's and sipping chilled drinks, flipping through our copies of the Esplanade Diary, half-planning trips to watch concerts (i.e.'Wow I would love to watch this!') and also, inevitably, the bemoaning of sold-out performances that have been so long awaited but so bitterly and resentfully missed (i.e. 'OMG nooooARGH@#*!')
And to enhance our experience after that appetizer to whet our tastebuds for the arty main course, we strolled around, eyeing the chocolate-dipped marshmellows and frozen strawberries, gleaming under off-yellow fluorescent bulbs and went to the Library to meet Z.
(At this point my eyes feel like they're burning and I'm too tired to continue. Gah.)
thenwewenttolookatbooksandthenwewentoutandwalkedaroundandwenttothemerlionandthenwehadasushicravingandwewalkedtorafflesplaceforsushibutthemarketplacewasclosedforrenovationssowewenttomosburgerinstead. yum. the end!
And possibly, for ever.
Because, perhaps, their clockwork-like minds embrace all things evil.
And sometimes, evil loses its originality and the minority of society who haven't lost their sense of judgement and ability to seperate art and artfully-disguised-rubbish stand at a corner, stifling an anticipated yawn.
Yawn! Pseudo-sadist-posers are the tragic evidence of symptoms of an unfulfilled life.
Yawn! Sadly, there goes my political-correctness.
But I haven't talked about a certain, totally random day in my life yet. Much like radioactive decay, it really is random. So random, in fact, that you don't need to care.
Ok. Here's my monologue of my totally random day:
So the bus decided to hate me today and went really really slowly through the relatively-empty-compared-to-orchard streets of a particular journey to my school to meet some friends (and another person). I was late as usual. Hate me.
I got into the car and we went to Tampines for the debate tournament. It felt like the longest ride of my life due to having a backache while in an extremely unergonomic seating position.
Oh, I thought when we finally came to the lobby, I didn't know Tampines was so full of glass and steel.
(And my soul also ached when I saw my bag being opened and rummaged through for 'security reasons'. Conspiracy theory number 1: A classified document that would change the course of the future of the Universe was missing and therefore, there has been bag checks all around this galaxy. Yes, laugh at my attempt to be lamely funny.)
The doors were opened, the debate started. A most unusual, if not, extremely different template for a whole debate. I had to sit next to someone who, apparently, knows everything. So that's cool. (Through clenched teeth, yes, it was a test of one's tolerence-level.)
Press Skip button.
After the WHOLE debate thing, 2 other friends and I walked to the Tampines mrt and went to City Hall mrt. E and I went to the esplanade, where i had my Intended Artisan Afternon. Which meant opening up our senses for a sensory overload and enjoying the finer things in life. Which included nibbling chewy cookies at Mrs. Field's and sipping chilled drinks, flipping through our copies of the Esplanade Diary, half-planning trips to watch concerts (i.e.'Wow I would love to watch this!') and also, inevitably, the bemoaning of sold-out performances that have been so long awaited but so bitterly and resentfully missed (i.e. 'OMG nooooARGH@#*!')
And to enhance our experience after that appetizer to whet our tastebuds for the arty main course, we strolled around, eyeing the chocolate-dipped marshmellows and frozen strawberries, gleaming under off-yellow fluorescent bulbs and went to the Library to meet Z.
(At this point my eyes feel like they're burning and I'm too tired to continue. Gah.)
thenwewenttolookatbooksandthenwewentoutandwalkedaroundandwenttothemerlionandthenwehadasushicravingandwewalkedtorafflesplaceforsushibutthemarketplacewasclosedforrenovationssowewenttomosburgerinstead. yum. the end!
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