DSA results *may* be released tomorrow! I am not calm about it.

:((

Nah I've never really been a fan of high-frequency music

My sister has borrowed her flute back for practicing at home.

She practices the high notes next to my ear.

Am feeling desperately homicidal.

:((

Hello I am too addicted to this song to function. (Ok, hyperbole, not really.)
It's by Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin!!



And this song by Death Cab for Cutie! (band which is performing here on the 12th that I will probably not be able to watch.)

I had this really weird dream, so I'll write about it now before I start forgetting it.

I opened up my wardrobe, and there were as many school/class/cca jackets as there were t-shirts.
Then I was on the MRT, and my conductor was distributing O level result slips.
And I only averaged 50.3 for my humanities!!!

Then I woke up and had apple juice and feta and blue stilton with crackers for breakfast. I turned the newspaper over and found out that deathcab for cutie would be performing here on the 12th of August!!

And it's already 11.03.

Church Camp 2008

Hey I'm back! (Actually, was back but never really got round to blogging much.)


Church camp at Cameron Highlands was good. Came back quite refreshed and renewed. The air at 1,200ish metres above sea level is really good, not to mention thin as well. Went running for the first two mornings and emerged out of the clouds (no kidding) panting after a few minutes. And also realised that I was staying in the same hotel as Jeremy! (Although that was after my handphone networked resumed, a few days after.)






It was cold! But I like the cold, anyway.

And I'm reaching my weekly limit of the use of "ubiquitous" to describe things. It is such an ugly word, really.

Am going off to cameron highlands for my church camp! And I will carry my entire stack of organic chemistry worksheets and english papers with me! Am I such a dedicated o levels student? Huh? Huh?

Although it is a terrible thing to do holiday homework while it's cool and there's the ubiquitous "fresh mountain air" outside.

Manifestos

I was along the Kallang canal near Bishan Park when I remembered my vegetation-loving cousin telling me about the pink trumpet tree being in bloom during the wet weather we've been experiencing now, after that truly terrible spell of heat and humidity.

So I took a closer look, and I realized that the bishan park park connector was lined with pink trumpets! (the picture does not do the scenery any justice) Not quite expecting a moment of tranquility induced by its faint likeness to cherry blossoms, I was surprised to find the asphalt littered with pale pink and white flowers. Most of the flowers on the ground were, however, mostly damp, disintegrating, and brown, owing to the relatively heavy amount of traffic that passes through it.



I am really liking this weather. The trees and shrubbery around are colorizing the landscape with their bursts of inflorescence, and as soft breezes caress the air and the leaves and the rippling streams, the blossoms that are lifted by the wind scatter themselves, as if poetry in motion. Am deeply moved alone by the entire idea of walking along an overhead bridge with bougainvilleas overflowing into my path. Am wishing that every day in the year would be as pleasant and idyllic as this.



On a weirder and totally separate note, I am also 'forced', as it were, to listen to — here it comes — dixieland clarinet pieces. A music enthusiast has passed me a stack of CDs to listen to, mainly because they were on the clarinet which is an instrument that I have not touched since primary school, and thereafter, I am obliged to engage in thoughtful discussion. I'm totally fine with the whole CD-recommending idea, because it broadens my musical perspective thatsortathing, but I am not enjoying dixieland. It's the sort of thing I'd listen to, along with Cyndi Lauper and Abba, purely for its novelty value and to make an ironic statement of some sort. Sadly. I prefer bebop and swing. As in, Glenn Miller, Ella Fitzgerald, Nina Simone, that sort of thing.

Case in point - One Note Samba (Ella Fitzgerald):


Which is scat singing, and it's actually pretty cool.

Also, I've finally bought a new jacket! After all these years too, really.

Not Everyone Remembers You, Yuri Andropov

Yawn. Have just completed Mr C's worksheets on electromagnetism. Have not touched most of my geometrical proofs assignments. Had dinner at cafe cartel. Might possibly be the worst student on the planet at the moment.

The auditions were okay. As in, I thought I did decently, but it wasn't ideal. And I screwed up on one of the really weird chromatic note progressions.

And as if anyone would read this at such a perhaps-unearthly-but-then-again-not-quite hour: does anyone wanna come with me to submit my forms tomorrow? We'll go for ice cream after that, if that's a good-enough incentive for you. I'm sick of entering the gates on my own, knowing that out of the thousands of students within the school, only a fraction of a fraction of them are actually people I know and will actually say hi. Which is not surprising because I have no seniors in that school at the moment, or rather, no seniors that I know of.

I've been thinking about this for quite a while, and I don't like the colours that iPods come in these days. :(

I am feeling so unconfident right now, it scares me. So if you happen to be reading this right now, I would really really appreciate your prayers. Thanks.

Argh.

On the upside, at least I'll have island creamery nearby.