Projects due ma non finished:
1 ) Birthday cards (Last week...)
2 ) Score translation (Sunday)
3 ) Piano exam (April)
4 ) Page designs *though i don't do well in it (Wednesday)
5 ) 12 Unstable Subjects to improve (September)
6 ) Driving License (Early March)
7 ) 10 Songs to refine (March)
8 ) Costume (February 3rd week)
No wonder I'm not updating this place... (excuses) =P
When can i ever leave myself alone and hug myself to sleep without a worry??
If you lose my commitment, or if your society you are in-charge of loses a little of my commitment, which usually is still more than other people but less from the 'usual' me, LET IT GO!
For my health's sake, I will only do what i want to do at my choice and not by every request, which well, people do take for-granted >< Yeah, i do prioritize, just that, i prioritize everything. That also means that yours is no less urgent than the other. Prioritizing everything has always been the way i conduct my 'life', where A job, Another job, and Another extra job just happens to be before Health in the series, no wonder i'm screwed.
Simply because I am human, simply because i can feel again, simply because i don't want to feel the pain again. And unless I take care, i'd be suffering for the rest of this life. And those who have to shoulder the burden would be those treating me, not you!
As starters, i have to learn how to sleep even though your undone things are not due yet.
Signing off
Going-to sleeper
This would be a totally random post. You are forewarned.
On an expedition at the fridge,
Through the junk i rummaged.
Ciku, cabbage, tomatoes and green vegetation
Those should grow in the garbage.
I may be a vege person
But some raw greens i don't eat
Butter, Garlic butter and margarine
No use with no bread
Cookie dough left from last year's batch
The most appetizing yet
Raw herbs, raw roots and dried leaves
I turned to the fridge door instead
In search of something edible
This was what I saw
Three tubs of decade old cosmetics
Two tubes of joint pain cream
And a tube of Super Glue
Today I knew my mom better
By looking into the fridge
And this is the coolest Photostatted copy yet:
PS. At least I found chocolate in the freezer!
The annoying beeps penetrated the walls of my head and set an earthquake in my brain. With a start, i jumped out of bed, the wrong side of the bed.
That meant slamming my entire body onto the wall. It was too early to feel anything yet, even my eyes can't see, not like it's very open yet. Struggling to unwind myself from a snake of a pink sheet, once again I lost patience and ended up being smacked face down onto the drooled-on pillow. Defeated, I extended my arm, stretching it up against the wall, pulling every strand as it went. The five protruding stumps fiddled and fumbled around, knocking into each other, getting into each other's way in search of a puny little white switch. All of a sudden, a white light blasted through my eyes, it struck my brain, totally unarmed, unprepared, freezing it for a moment. Involuntarily, my feet dragged me across the room to stop the beeps and staggered to the washroom. Someone had forgotten to flush it again last night.
I have been wanting to share this since i watched these on tv. Don't tell me to get a life for watching CCTV 4. The finale performance for the celebration for Macao's 10th anniversary was really inspirational. Not to say it's something new, but the dance - Ben Yue stirred something which we are currently dealing with.
The soloist is like free-falling in every move, and that feeling is one i have not tasted since entering secondary school. Is it because of the trust i lack, or because of the fact that i lack trust? Believe me, when one is falling, one would do anything to stop the fall, until the mind decides that there's no point doing it anyway. But then again, why not chose to trust the fall to be catch?
Before you watch, you might want to prepare a decoder, just in case you don't understand what's behind the dance, surrounding and supporting it throughout. Do give it a thought:
And the second one, is just pure awesome! Nothing new, nonetheless rare in this region or shall i say, not encouraged.
And this is another yes, ART please, people. The 'mo4 qi4', not from China though =P
Just a side note, CCTV 4 /9 do have some good programs if you like performance art.
It seems that many peers of the same batch see 2010 as the Last year for everything ranging from proper holidays to proper schoolidays and of course the activities which come with it. Personally, i don't totally agree with them since i have spent half my life participating in such stuff that i'm about to get sick of them. To me, life doesn't end where SPM does, neither does it revolve around a stupid 200 paged book of manipulated facts. Then again, after That exam, then what? Ain't i wishy-washy?
To me, my real life starts after SPM. Since i'm probably the rare case of not wanting to pursue anything i'm studying for now, 'academically', I'm leaving those to be catch up upon the end of That exam. As for now, no point living in 'hell' by doing everything i don't want to do, so here's the get-a-life list
1) Celebrate birthdays!!! Better start saving up for them =P
2) Disney Movie marathon!!! Finding my missing child
3) Conduct more properly in PMO!!! Enjoy the noise while it lasts
4) Run!!! Regardless the safety lectures
5) Eat!!! Meals and experiment spices while i'm still in the region
6) Game!!! While i still have the capacity to do it
7) Art!!! Use up some rubbish i have collected
8 ) Sabo friends and siblings!!! That's what best friends and best siblings do
9 ) Sleep!!! Need to 'work' on that =P
10 ) Love!!! ME, hahaha ;D
Yeah, don't mind my grandma, i mean grammar, it's 2 am (see no 9 on the list?)
In my arms it lay
I won't give it away
Hello ol' pal, it say
Let's go out and play
I found the world's greatest uninvention
Crept i from undercover
Depression i swiftly aimed
Be gone, you lousy loser!
The crazy feller now saned
Crawled i further cautiously
Seeking the victim i'm of
Here's where you've been, Agony
Into flames i lit it off
Searching the enclosed opening
In seek of patrolling Sadness
Betrayer! Halt there stop fuming
In place stood gleaming happiness
Walking along the straightening bend
Stormed i scouting for big bully Fear
Diminish him for crippling my friend
No longer lamed Confidence is here
I clutched the world's most powerful weapon
With it i fought these unseen enemies
This simplest gadget i marvel upon
Invisible to anyone who sees
Finally, it's in my palm
My thorns it trimmed and pruned
Finally I stood with calm
With pleasure my Will i crooned
Ps This article wasn't written during or after any sleepovers. It was written months back.
Happy Birthday Mom, 54 is not old, you just can't get any younger, that's all (=P)
For the first time in our lives (so far so short), we celebrated my mom's birthday, and for the first time ever (for me), we actually 'celebrated' Christmas. What's the significance?
And for mum, here's 33 Golden Roses for you, that's 8 hours well spent 
33 Golden Roses
Without flash, it somehow turned silver
Now comes the coolest part.
Since i don't want to wake my aunt up by skyping, this was how i suspended my mic to free my hands
The whole night, i was talking into tissue. I'm sure my aunt would be puzzled if she woke.
So that makes a really random post, i had a good laugh 
For the first time i can say this with spirit : Merry Christmas everyone, and a Merrier New Year to come!!
It's one action
Which many took to their presupposition
Caused such a reaction
Which left it in predicament
Preemptive attacks is the best solution
To a threat only sound to an assumption
In pain it stood to the attacks
In vain they attacked whenever it stood
To have pain to counter pain - Desperation
To be laughing at sarcasm - Veiled emotion
To cut inwards - Medication
To question living validity - Depression
Being able to observe and see
A first class blessing to human luxury
Choosing not see with your ears
Dismissing the possibility
So did they step ahead
Or did they step a head
Too few it hail, to few it wail
With luck, the truth will prevail
10 years of prejudgment
10 years of predisposition
Who preys to heal
Who prays to heal
i have not changed
There's no new me
The one who's blind
The one who'll see
i dare not be different
Someone else i cannot be
But we are all different
That's our similarity
So do i conform to majority
Or enjoy the painful serenity
May no scars mark me
If ever the wounds stop bleeding me
Two roads diverge in a dry wood
it chose neither
For as it stood
it yearns for a world where it can be sounded
