I have failed countless times to update this blog, and I have a feeling no one really reads anymore. However, since this was where I started writing it always feels most comforting to return to write short bit about my life here
I was browsing today this article where a number of individuals had submitted pictures or scans of their teenage diaries. I have hardly graduated out of teenhood myself; once a very interesting character told me that you don't truly stop being a teen until you've passed 25 years of age. Sometimes not even then. Yet I can't help but look at (the now hidden) entries that used to chronicle my life in secondary school and then in junior college. I was a very different person then, and yet, not so.
As I write this now, I am waiting for myself to fall asleep, for the memories in my head to die down so I may just tumble into a nice dreamless sleep.
Yet sleep evades me, as it naturally does when you need to wake mere hours later for the most important task of school. It feels so new all over again, because people just come and go and come back again.
But enough of my rambling, I should really try to at least close my eyes and lay down, and hope that eventually sleep will take me.
To all those people who left my life, I miss you. You know who you are
<3 M
marlz. daughter. sister. friend. cousin. girl. 1988. born to die.
perjantaina, maaliskuuta 18, 2005
band prac
had a really interesting day today. woke up so early, around 7.30 am. (yep, 7.30 is considered early for me. aft all those days of enjoying my sleep. i got up ok anyways) huda called to tell me that she was going to late bcos she overslept. (duh expected her to do that) in the end we met at around 9.
why bother to wake up so early in the morning and meet a senior? cos we headed down for band. it suddenly feels so weird to be in school as an ex student. everyone starts looking at you cos you aren't in uniform and you stick out. then you find that certain things have changed. certain people have left. sigh. oh well, things always change, ppl come and they go. what can i do? nothing. so i just have to make the best of the situation.
so i popped by in the band room. they were running through the syf pieces. so i checked the clarinets cupboard, wondered what kind of state it would be in. i always made sure the clarinets cleaned the cupboard and kept it in tiptop shape. imagine my surprise when i found cup noodles in the cupboard. yep. CUPNOODLES. really ar, so shocked. but its a good sign. shows that the clarinets are still keeping tradition alive. what tradition, you ask? the tradition of being the craziest, most hip, most gerek section. so its a bit messy, nvm. let them run things the way they do. i just hope that they don't lose that crazy part. not for the moment, still can see that its gila down there.
me and huda sat chatting at the back, doing the 'do you remember the time when' stories. that scarred ceiling. ya lar, mr goh's bright idea what. stick cartons on the ceiling. till now the duct tape is there. lol. and the egg cartons are on top of the cupboard. ya, was nice chatting. listened to the band. i still prefer Tales of the Sea ( i never thought i'd be saying this 3 years ago. during that period of time, i was sure i would burn it up aft syf) over Singapore Rhapsody. certain parts of this year's syf piece is too abrupt for my liking. and as if was the previous syf, the set piece is the weaker one for this band. the opening and the ending are the parts that will make an impression. and quite frankly, i think they ought to fine tune those parts a LOT more. the sound is quite decent, but crestwinds now lacks that togetherness that the previous syf band had. if one section got scolded, all of us felt it. we felt for each other. now, it seems as if the band has broken up into different groups. they don't listen to each other,they come in at different times, fade off at differend times, and they have their eyes fixated on the score and not the baton. its quite infuriating to witness it. basically, everybody is doing their part and their part alone. they couldn't be bothered abt the others and listening to their parts as well. our (huda and me) prediction? a bronze, or they might just scrape by and get a silver. but just only.
aft that chatted awhile with masri and the three crazy clarinets (my tribe, lol), jon, haz and fateen. they are the ones lar, stocking cup noodles in the cupboard. talk nonsense, crap around. aiyah, the usual lar. played my dearie yamaha for awhile. been a long time since i touched it. i lost touch already. aft a while i left with huda at around 1 pm. then i came home and slept. zzzzzzz....
still feeling sleepy, have to do some stuff also. later ppl
marlz
3/18/2005 11:58:00 ap.