I'm still alive, I'm not dead yet. =P Reached Melbourne safe and sound.

Firstly, HAPPY BELATED 18TH BIRTHDAY, ERN!! I sms-ed you, but you never replied. 12 years of friendship, still counting! I'm really sorry that I couldn't be there for you, but who ask you to be born so late in Feb?? =P

Left Brunei on 20th, transit in S'pore for two days, where I did nothing but shopping. I have never felt so 'excited' - I'm finally in S'pore after how many years, and I'm finally in S'pore to do serious shopping! When I reached Changi, it felt so surreal. In the cab, I was thinking to myself, "I'm in S'pore, I'm in S'pore", over and over again... No pictures to feed your eyes, sorry, guys!

DAY 1 in S'pore

My mom and aunt were with me; my mom to send me off, and my aunt to accompany my mom. My mom had to go for checkup too. We stayed at a cheap hotel - 2 days only mah, no need to stay in some luxuriuos 4-star hotel. We went to Paragon. My aunt was scouting around for branded handbags for her colleagues. It seems to be a 'tradition' in her office - that everytime someone goes to S'pore, that person is always flooded with shopping requests. So we were going into all these branded stores (Burberry, Guess, Dunhill, Versace, etc.) where we were kind of 'ignored' by the salespeople. Sorry, we not 'posh' and 'high-class' enough for you kah? Lol.

There was one particular Chinese restaurant which stood out in my head. At the basement level at Paragon I think - the restaurant makes its own noodles and stuff, and I really enjoyed the meal - maybe partly because I was starving as well. Hehe.

At night we walked around some more around Orchard, where I bought lots of things to bring over to Melbourne. I can't believe how much we bought. My heart pain eh, see the money just ka-ching away like that. I also can't believe how easily my mom and aunt can just pay for the stuff we bought. Shudder. I really can't shop. I keep calculating. That's why I'm not a really good person to go out shopping with. Apart from that, I can't make decisions and I don't have an eye for fashion. And if I do buy something I like, I will always have some form of feelings of regret later.

Went to make glasses. I have a new look, people. I'm no longer wearing frameless glasses, but I have frames now. I still can't get used to my new look, but you can ask Chiew Hui, who has seen me with it. Lol. My world looks so much brighter and clearer now, though. 3 years with my frameless glasses. My astigmatism increased (again) but my prescriptions remain constant, which is good. And my frames are red and purple. It doesn't look as bad as it sounds. >_<

DAY 2 in S'pore

Um.. let's see. Memory failing me a bit here... Orchard again, I believe. Oh yes, my feet were aching like anything when I got up and planted myself gingerly on the ground. So painful... all the walking around. Shopping is fun, but tiring.

It was shopping, more shopping and even more shopping! Finally met up with Sherissa and Erin - we ate at Crystal Jade Restaurant at Takashimaya at night. It was really good to see them.

DAY 3 in S'pore

My last day. Leaving at night for Melbourne. At the airport, I felt all choked up with homesickness and tears again as I left my mom and aunt. My aunt cried a little, but my mom didn't. Haha, weird... But now that I'm here, it's not so bad the second time round. I know now what to expect, at least, and even though it's a new place, I'm not totally blur... I think. =P

The plane trip was 7.5 hours. I was on Qantas, and watched Corpse Bride and Pride and Prejudice (again). I started watching Walk the Line, but only got through about 15 min - it's actually not bad. Anyway~ I only got about an hour of sleep, and I got the middle seat. I reached Melbourne at 4 a.m. Brunei time, had to wind my clock forward by 3 hours.

Btw, it's already 12.30 a.m. here, and I'm still not asleep. I have my first day of classes tomorrow, and I ought to be getting a good night's rest. Everytime I look at the clock now, I keep thinking that it's still 3 hours earlier in Brunei. Like, now it's only 9.30 p.m. I can't believe it. I feel CHEATED of my 3 hours!!

I feel so regretful! I should have taken a double degree with Music. I have never ever felt so foolish and miserable with my stupid decision. After finally convincing myself that Music is IT. Why do I keep making these kind of mistakes? If I can get a distinction in my course this year, then it's possible to switch to a double degree...

Sigh.

I shouldn't have slacked last year... >=/

I have to transfer, no matter what!!

It's already 1:11 a.m... and that is 11 plus p.m. in Brunei.

My timetable is quite relaxed. No classes on Friday... wheeee~ Only 4 days of schooling. But I expect the workload to be heavy. I chose mostly Eng. Lit. units, and all are heavy essay-writing stuff. I chose Japanese as well. I'm going to learn a new language, and that's the only class I'm honestly excited about looking forward to. Lol. But it still feels quite surreal. I can't believe I'm already in uni. Time is moving too fast ... the past week seemed to have just whizzed by, and I'm still struggling to catch up.

Time out for me now... I don't want to KO in my classes, not on the first day! Sayonara!

Jerry, why you never update?

(I realize that I almost always begin each post with a complaint to Jerry. =P)


This Chinese New Year has been one of the more memorable and enjoyable ones... Now that we're all 'growing up', we can drive around, go visiting, and there are less restrictions as well.

Growing up...

Sometimes I wish I can just stay at this age forever. Everytime I think of the future, I am filled with mixed feelings of trepidation and excitement. Even now, I still have no idea where I'm heading towards. I mean, as for now, I'm decided on going to Melbourne Uni and hopefully transfer to Law in my second year. But I don't know if it's really what I want to do. Science holds no excitement for me. So much for being in the Science class for those two years, huh?

Medicine is definitely out of the question. I'm not that weak-hearted, and I don't faint at the sight of needles or blood, but needles make me nervous. (To be more realistic, injections make me tremble all over. As in, really trembly that I can't stop shaking. It's happened before.) Blood I can tolerate, I suppose, but cutting up someone's body is out of the question. I'd probably faint even before the knife touches the skin.

I used to want to become a journalist, but there's too many objections and doubts surrounding that one. Then for some time, I was really sure that Music would be it. But then, things happened and then the doubts crept in again. I know that my mom would much rather me do something else than music, and I know that she'd wanted me to do Law. Not that I mind. But I don't want to become like one of those kids who listen to their parents and end up being unhappy. I want to be happy in what I'm doing.

I want to enjoy what I'm doing.

Sigghh... I don't know anymore. I guess I'll just take it as it comes...

My maid isn't coming back anymore... She worked with us for two years, and she's the best we've ever had, but her dad wants her back in Indonesia, and she's getting married as well. My mom got a part-time one, but she won't be back till Monday, so I have to help out with chores till then. Anyway, I've got lots of time on my hands. I'm leaving around 20++ February. (Ern... I'm missing your birthday for the second time... =/ )

Anyway, it's really great to see everyone... Really miss those times in SAS. One of the pangs about growing up is knowing that we can never re-live those moments again. Moments that will remain forever as memories, to be laughed over and talked about, over and over again.

Don't you just wish you can turn back the time?

Since I haven't updated in such a long time, I shall have to make it up with a long entry, I suppose (apart from the fact that Jerry actually sent me an email, asking me to update!) This blog has been dead for a very long time!

I shall regal everyone with stories of my driving experience thus far. And I know that a few of you in MD have been laughing your heads off over it.

Let's start from last Sunday. A most memorable day, indeed, especially for my passengers. Embarrassing, yes; but I am used to being ridiculed =/

After attending Sunday service at church, Ong Chi and I decided to call up Mandy to go out or something, since we were quite bored. My sister had a meeting in the afternoon, so I sent her out, and after dropping her off, we went to Kiulap to pick up Mandy as well. Thus began the dangerous experience of riding in a new driver's car.

We went to Gadong to buy some snacks -

1. I attempted to L-park into this tiny space (well, it's tiny to me!) in front of Hua Ho (the one near Centrepoint). The results of my parking: I couldn't get out of my driver's seat as it was blocked by plants. Yes, I parked too close to the plants, so I had no choice but to get out through the other side. My cacat parking was so that the left side had a lot of space. -_-"

2. Getting out of Hua Ho was the worst experience. As I attempted to turn left, too late, I realize I steered too early. It was a - um, very bumpy experience. We hit the curb and I think the car got a few good bumps on the bottom rear.

Unfortunately for me, there were two ladies standing at that curb, and the looks on their faces provoked uncontrollable laughter from Ong Chi and Mandy, who found the scenario very amusing, much to my chagrin. They said the ladies looked as if "got tsunami". Tet~


Later at night, we went to Joyce's place for her BBQ. I sent Mandy back to her place first, where Ong Chi and I waited for her to bath and change. We picked up Fei along the way, and then it was off to Joyce's place in Muara.

None of us are familiar with the roads of Muara.

I shall never ever forget the way to Joyce's house now.

Thinking we were very smart, we followed all the board signs that had "Muara" and the arrows on it. We ended up driving almost one hour on the road circling around Muara, reaching as far as Jerry's place, pass Vanessa's house, and we somehow ended up in Kota Batu. We were almost at Muara Town (which is a whole different place than Muara itself, as I have discovered). Muara is LARGE. We even drove all the way to Mentiri, and I'd probably have reached Ern's place as well.

Worse of all, we were running on a very low gas tank. We even switched off the aircond halfway to save fuel. x_x

Finally I called Tiong for directions. And we had to go all the way back from where we came from. We finally made it to Joyce's place (and even then, we overshot her simpang, and I had to U-turn back again).

As we were going home later, I had to send Jessie and Chiew Hui back as well. So now we have a car full of giggly girls.

The petrol station somewhere near the airport area was still open, so we went in to fill up my fuel tank. Stopping beside the tudung-ed lady, we met with another dilemma.

I had no idea what fuel the car was using. (I know, I know!)

I decided to call my mom.

"Don't use the phone here, it'll explode!" someone exclaimed from the back.

So Mandy ran off a safe distance from the station to call my mom. Coming back, she told me that my mom was laughing on the phone. Laughing! She laughed at me!

(The car was using unleaded petrol, by the way.)

We told the Malay lady to use "green" - and then -

I had no idea how to open the fuel door. I mean, I didn't know where the button was.

Mandy and I felt all around the driver's seat for the button. By this time I was feeling flustered. I mean, the tudung lady kept staring at us, and there were cars behind my car!! Mandy found the button and I filled $10 worth of fuel.

"I shall never ever go back to this petrol station again," I informed the others. "At least, not in this car."

There you have it, your today's reading pleasure - yep, another very 'Connie' kind of situation.

If I can only stop doing stupid things like these! Lol. But then, you wouldn't have anymore reasons to laugh at my antics, would you? =P

Await for more adventures in Connie's car!

Quick update:

First of all, a sincere apology to Jerry for ignoring our blog for more than a month (by the way, YOU have not updated since your Christmas post as well) =/

What I have been up to:

• Passed my driving test! =D
• Had a change of hairstyle (and eyebrows, for that matter) thanks to my aunt =X
• Had almost all my time taken up by driving lessons ever since I returned to Brunei and kept reappearing and disappearing.
• Currently... bored.

Oh yeah... I remember I did say I would have a pool party...

Juan, Chiew Hui: have not asked my mom yet! But I shall ask... after this post =) I'll SMS one of you guys to let you all know.. and you can pass the word around.

Tiong!! Beach party!


Signing off!

I've finally received all my luggage (well, almost, anyway).

...

Okay, I really do not know what to blog about. My 5 days in Miri were pretty much uneventful... my twin cousins are really tall for their age. The older twin is 140 cm, but the younger twin is taller by 1.5 cm.

They are only 8 years old.

I think I was a midget at that age. Their legs are as long as mine now. My uncle and aunt are tall, though, so I guess it's genetic. But the twins are already past my aunt's shoulders. And they're 8 years old!!

Lol. And we thought kids are becoming smaller and smaller these days.

I'm currently waiting for my L license to be issued... I can't wait to start my driving lessons after I get it. I'm probably going back to Miri next week, and staying there for two weeks or so, depending.

I just realized I'm sounding a bit robotic in this post. Shall end here.

Juan, Jamie & others: when is the best day you all can make it to my place for Pride & Prejudice? =D Saturday or Sunday afternoon? Let me know when is the best time, since most of you are leaving Brunei next week.

Jerry Wong Sia How: update!!

This blog has become so dead... and Jerry, what do you mean, you were shot??!

Brunei is as hot and humid as ever, but there was heavy rain and thunderstorm for the past few nights, and the first night I came back, my house experienced a blackout... I asked my sister if it had been raining like this the previous few weeks or so, and she told me, "No, only when you came back."

-__-"

I'll be leaving for Miri tomorrow and won't be back till Saturday... I can't believe it, my car/mechanics (whatever) class is only on Friday/Sat, what am I supposed to do for the next few days at my aunt's place? Well, I could play with my cousins, but I can only last for about a day before I'll be screaming "boredom".

My sister's gone to Kuching for 6 days in the meantime for some performance her music school is having. Did I mention she bought a $3000+ violin?? And the violin is handmade in Germany, plus it has to be kept in an environment with a humidity of about 60%. There's even this little hygrometer which helps you to check that. I know, I know. And I thought she was joking when she told me.

Meanwhile, the only sounds coming from the violin when I play it resembles a cat screeching.

I haven't got my haircut, I have yet to get my ears pierced, I shall have known how to drive a car by the end of this year. At least that is something which is actually going right.

Sherissa and Pat: I'm not too sure if I'll be coming to S'pore. Will let you guys know.

Oh yeah, as some of you might know, I left half my luggage back in Perth. Weight limit and all that. But I'll be (hopefully) getting them back by end of this week, as my aunt has *ahem* some connections with RBA, so I have three air stewardesses helping my to carry back my things. Finally! I know Sa's looking forward to her Charmed DVDs. Hehe.

Juan and others: Don't worry, I still want to watch Pride and Prejudice with you all!! =D Will let you guys know.

I really can't confirm many things right now... And Tiong, the pool party will have to wait as well. Till further notice. =P

Will update again when I can... Retarded BruNet connection. Grrr.

And did I mention that I stupidly left my laptop adaptor and wires in those boxes (which are happily sitting in Perth) right now? Double grrr.

Somehow I don't think you guys are too surprised *sigh*. I'm just blur. As usual. Ah well. =D

Jer: update bah.

PS. Sorry if I sound whiny. Just need to vent a little.

I can't believe I'm still up.

One more day... just one more day... must... be... patient... *struggles*

I've only got 3 takers for my Pride and Prejudice thing!! Where are you girls?! Lol. Tiong can go and splash by himself in the pool.

Speaking of that... About my "pool party" - it is yet to be confirmed... provided that you guys do want to come over. I have to ask my mom as well, but let me know about your schedules, so that it doesn't conflict or anything.

I can't wait. But I'm scared as well, that we won't have much to talk about (there I've said it. I've admitted it. Arrrr... =/)

Like a certain bird told me, "Be thick-skinned!"

So I shall be thick-skinned and will not hold back when I meet up with you all again. I shall talk and talk and ask and ask. I shall be extremely ... un-Connie. =P (whatever defines me anyway.)

I want to watch Harry Potter as well!! Some of you might have already seen, but I'm going drag you guys along with me, I don't care! And whatever movies are out as well. Finally, I can watch movies at reasonable prices. The stupid movie tickets here cost $11.50, and that's like, what student price?? My foot! It's almost $13 in Brunei dollars lor. And guess what, Harry Potter coming out here in Perth only on Dec 1. That is so lame!

My sister apparently went to S'pore on my parents' last trip there, and she bought tons of stuff... sekali turn into shopping trip... x_x . She sent one message which got me a bit suspicious again... but... nvm.

Apparently my aunt (the one who owned the hair salon, who's in Miri now) went along as well... I don't know, I feel worried again, but don't want to worry lah... Anyway, I'll be home in just less than two more days!!!

Please don't alienate me when I come back!!

(Need sleep... all your fault, Tiong! =P Lol.)

Exams are over!

I've booked my flight... I'm coming back next week!! Confirm liao...!! 22nd November, here I come! =D I'll probably touch down in Brunei around evening. By this time next week, I'll be at home, home, HOME.

Wheee...~

Today I went with a couple of friends to watch Pride and Prejudice (starring Keira Knightley). Those who have read the wonderful classic before, you guys should know what a beautiful love story this is. I don't know if it's premiered in Brunei yet, apparently, the movie is showing in select cities currently, but it'll be premiering worldwide on 23rd November or something. I don't mind watching it again... Maybe I'm just a really sappy person for love stories like this, but I couldn't help crying towards the end, when ... (not going to spoil it for you!)

I was actually about to burst into really loud sobs, but then realized that I'll be making a fool of myself, and suppressed those sobs and swallowed hard.

*Embarrassed laugh*

Yeah, I know... Don't give me those looks. =P

Ah, I'm just a sucker for romance.

After drying my tears, I immediately dashed off after the movie with my friends to hunt for the BBC series which was made in 1995 starring Colin Firth. Apparently it's a much more faithful adaptation, and Colin Firth makes a much cuter and charming main character. =P It runs for 6 episodes (an hour each). The movie I just watched is quite condensed (as with all movie adaptations). And I can tell you, especially to the girls, once you've read the book or seen any adaptation of it, the character of Mr. Darcy sets the benchmark for your dream guy.

It doesn't hurt to dream. So I shall continue to dream. Lol.

Oh yeah. My point is, I bought the DVD of the series, and just wondering if any of you interested souls out there are interested in coming over one afternoon, and watch it for six hours straight. I'm not joking! =P We can laugh, smile and cry together. It's a beautiful story about how a girl let her pride get in the way of true love, and her prejudices blinding her from the truth in front of her.

Let me know!!

Miss you all and can't wait to see everyone again!

In a wacky mood. It's late at night and I'm still awake. Die-lah, this kind of nocturnal lifestyle really unhealthy... Get more breakouts, contribute more problems to my skin when it's already so sensitive... =( Speaking of which, I read Juan's post a day ago (?) about her own skin problems... you're not alone, Juan. =P But I'm not sure what's exactly causing mine. It reached a quite bad situation (really, really itchy and dry rashes) about one or two months ago that I complained to my mom over the phone and she told me to see a doctor.

Doctors in Australia very expensive lor. Especially if you're an international student like me.

Therefore...


I never go. (It's not that bad now... =S)

Anyway, that's not my point.

Was chatting with Sherissa just a few moments ago, and I can't remember what happened now (feeling rather blur and sleepy now) but yeah, I believed something ridiculous she said. Something really stupid. My gullibility has not waned since I came here.

You people have always known how gullible I am. From way back in primary days. Well, guess what. The titles which you guys have conferred upon me - "Blur", "Ghost", "Gullible"... you wouldn't be surprised to find out that my newfound friends agree wholeheartedly.

Hrrumph. Is there some kind of sign plastered on my forehead, which screams, "I'm blur, pale and gullible!! You can suan me all you like!"

I think that must be it.

I'm reminded of the infamous Primary 6 incident. (I'm afraid that I have to embarrass Tiong again... sorry! =P) No thanks to a certain Lim Wen Jei and Darren Wong Kui Ern (update your blog, boy!!). I blame Ern for this whole mishap. Were it not because of his part in this plot, I would never ever have believed Wen Jei. I'm sure most of you already know this story, but I'm telling it again anyway (mostly for my new friends to discover how stupid I really am. Yeah, and to embarrass myself some more).

The thing is, I'm easily tricked and fooled, and Wen Jei has tricked me countless times, to the point that I can't be bothered with her jokes... So one day, when she told me, "Connie, you know this guy in Primary 6B likes you!"

I was really skeptical. Once bitten, twice shy. I mean, would you believe her when she's tricked you a hundred other times before?

I was just really doubtful at first (primary 6 only mah!) and then with growing conviction and in memory of WJ's other deeds, I steadfastly maintained my negative position.

Until...

Who else, but our dear Ern, has to join in... "Yes, bah, Connie, it's true!"

I suspect that Wen Jei probably urged Ern to join in the joke when I was not looking. (We were sitting in the last row (we were still seated paired up); WJ and Ern were 'partnering' the last two tables, I was in front of WJ - can't recall any partner). We three were always in our own world, forever getting scolded by Mrs. Woo (1999 Pri 6G class teacher).

Yesss, the G class was notorious for many things. >=) We proudly held the reputation of being the worst class in the Primary 6 level.

Anyway, one thing led to another... and I have to say, they sure distorted the guy's name when I asked who was it.

Tiong, can't remember if I told you - but yeah, your name was spelled in various ways very interestingly. Heh.

Needless to say, I was taken in finally; I fell for it, hook, line, sinker and all.

So after school (on the same fateful day), I was brought to Primary 6B and shown an extremely white-faced guy. And I was taller than him. I remember being a few centimetres taller. (At least that was a bonus. Bleh.)

Being the retard that I am, I think I fled the scene after Tiong said something like, "You wanted to see me?"

(Thank you very much, Wen Jei and Ern: you officially ruined the rest of my primary 6 life.)

I won't go into details, but I can recount a few incidents:

1. I was sent death notes and threatening letters by Tiong's oh-so-nice comrades.

2. I always avoided him. (Imagine the scene where I spot him from miles away, and scurrying off in the opposite direction.)

3. Never again did I walk past Primary 6B.

4. Assemblies became a horror for me in case our classes lined up beside each other ('cause there's a probability of me standing next to him.)

Tiong, you made my life so miserable in Primary 6!!! Always giving me your black and moody face. Turn your friends against me some more. Hmph. I got do something wrong against you mehhh... LOL. (Joking.)

Since then, I found out that Wen Jei fed Tiong the same storyline, except that she told him that I liked him.

Great joke, huh? I lived in trepidation and fear for the rest of the year... It was not funny... Traumatic experience. Might have an adverse effect on my psyche when I get old later on. Hahaha.

Then after our first public exams, we broke off for the holidays... Yes, liberation from a nightmare...

The following year (2000), we were all reshuffled into new classes as we began our secondary years.

Even before I reached my new class, I recall vaguely a friend telling me that I had been placed in Secondary 1B, and accompanying me to my new class with a I-don't-know-if-I-should-laugh look on her face.

Step, step, step. I entered my new class for the first time.


Guess who greeted me.

I couldn't believe it. I remember him giving me a nasty glare, like it's my fault that we were put in the same class (yes, you did, Tiong, don't deny it! You were standing with Jerry some more, I remember). I think you were muttering something to Jerry as well!! Gossip about me lah!! Lol.

We chose tables far, far away from each other. I think our other friends found the irony of the situation highly amusing.

But things didn't always remain that way. I don't know how or when things began to change. Who would have known, though, this white-faced, short guy I was practically running away from in Primary 6, I can talk to so normally and easily now. Hahaha. In fact, you tower over me now, and have since gotten a bit darker.

I still remain short and pale. >=(


Another one, more recently (last year) was...

"Connie, your shoelaces are untied."

"Huh?" *glances down*

-NO SHOELACE!!!- (I was just wearing normal un-shoelaced black shoes.)

"Grrr, you tricked me!!"

Believe it or not, that same trick was used at least 10 times.

And yes, I fell for it each time.

I'll probably blog more about my embarrassing incidents when I remember. Or if you guys remind me. Hahaha.

Goodnight!!

*Note to my S'porean friends... We don't go by any A, B, C, D, etc. system. There were four classes; R, B, G, Y (colours). We are led to believe that we were randomly placed, but apparently the school did follow some kind of placing system that we didn't know about.

Now that we all had a wonderful light-hearted moment of laughing at Tiong (previous post), I don't suppose Tiong would ever want to talk with me on MSN again~ Lol. I meant it when I told you I was going to post it up, boy!! =P

My Japanese friend taught me this today:

usagi

That means rabbit. And, Jerry and I are both rabbits. ^_^

That would be:

Watashi wa usagi desu.

But according to her, it just sounds plain weird, and people don't talk like that (in Japanese context, anyway). So:

Watashi wa usagi doshi.

But then, you don't go around announcing to people that, "I'm born in the year of the Rabbit", do you?

Imagine the stares and laughter you'll get from the Japanese people. It's like, "What is wrong with this person?"

So, really, you'd answer, "Usagi doshi", if a Japanese ever asks you which animal year you are born in. ('Usagi' if you're rabbit lah.)

Okay, that was just totally random.

Happy birthday to both Fei and Sherissa!! You've both hit milestones in life. ;p

All jokes aside, I had my piano diploma exam this morning. To be more specific, that would be the DipABRSM (Music Performance) in Piano. The examiner recorded my recital to be sent back to UK for the panel of judges to listen to.

MY MISTAKES ARE ALL RECORDED!!!! *cowers in embarrassment and humiliation* I feel so intidimated now. Ohhh nooo.... "A panel" were the exact words I was told. Doesn't that mean, like, MANY examiners??? And UK, some more!! That would be like, the REALLY HIGH AUTHORITY.

I don't know how I went. All I know is that I'll never ever forget those stupid mistakes I made. I'm still knocking my head against the wall for my stupidity. (Or blurness, if you like.)

1. Sonatas have the form exposition, development and recapitulation. Exposition!!! How can I have forgotten that word??? I was like, "Oh, um, sonatas have the form of... er... sorry, I forgot the first one, but the second and third sections are development and recapitulation."

It wasn't until after the exam that the word came to my mind. SO STUPID!!

2. Piano concertos and sonatas ---> I think I'm turning deaf. I misheard the examiner saying 'sonata' when he really said 'concerto', so I absent-mindedly said, "Oh, Beethoven composed 32 concertos." And somewhere at the back of mind, a voice was screaming, "Noooo, you idiot!!"

A few seconds later, I realized my error and quickly said, "Oh, no, that's piano sonatas."

The examiner smiled.

He was laughing at me!!! >=/

3. Worst error of all: I answered that Schubert did not compose any orchestral pieces.

*Whacks head against wall for millionth time*

What utter nonsense!!! I can't believe me. I can't believe it. I can't believe IT! That is the stupidest mistake I've ever made, especially when Schubert is known for his Unfinished Symphony No. 8. *screams*

Later on, when I checked my facts, it appears that Schubert actually did not compose any concertos.

What a stupid mistake. (Concertos and symphonies very different, ok???)

*buries self deep in the ground*

Time:
One night, in the wee hours of the morning… 3rd Nov 2005, 2:16 a.m.

Characters:
Tiong as Idiotic Friend
Connie as the Other Idiotic Friend Who Was Dumb Enough To Play Along

Setting: On MSN

(N.B. This has been edited slightly.)


abooga boo : CONNIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
connie~ : yesh?
abooga boo : FOOOOOOOOOONGGGGGGGGGGGGG
abooga boo : HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
connie~ : = *blink*
connie~ : er....
connie~ : HIIIIIIIIIIII TIONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
connie~ : IT'S GREAT TO MEET YOU TOO!!!
connie~ : =P
abooga boo : YAYYYYYYYY
abooga boo : IT'S A WONDAHFOOL DAYYYYYYYYYY
abooga boo : LOVELY LOVELY
abooga boo : =D
connie~ : er....
connie~ : yes, it's simply a MAH-VELLOUS day, isn't it?
connie~ : (shall play along even though i have NO idea what has gotten into you~)
connie~ : ^_^
abooga boo : it EES! it EES! ab-soh-lootly! MAH-VALOUS day izzen it? lovely.. oh.. gracious me... my my.. what an ADOH-RABLE little thing..
abooga boo : oh my oh my... life's so full of surprises
abooga boo : now now.. toodles...~ run along
abooga boo : okay. connie dear.. so how HAVE you been.. how HAVE you been i ask you.. hmm hmm ? how come you dont write me anymore
abooga boo : why it must be all that work.. oh dear.. you SHOULD really take some rest..
abooga boo : here, let me make some tea for you.. tea ok? any sugar?
connie~ : er.... yes, thank you very much.
abooga boo : never mind. i'll put some in for you. you just sit down and relax
connie~ : oh, but I really can't - i have so much to do -
connie~ : *secretly laughs*
connie~ : are you sure you're feeling alright, my dear boy? *puts hand to forehead* hmm...~
abooga boo : why of course im fine... silly...
abooga boo : ok tea's ready.. here here.. sip it
connie~ : ok.... *stares*
connie~ : *takes cup and sips slowly*
abooga boo : sip it! sip it slowly.. its abit warm...
connie~ : thank you....
connie~ : *raises eyebrow*
abooga boo : yes yes.. ur welcome *occupies myself with biscuit jars*
abooga boo : where are your scones? hmm?
abooga boo : its been ages since ive had one of your mah-valous butter scones.. i simply must
connie~ : oh of course... let me ask my dear maidservant here to get it....
connie~ : *calls loudly* Maaarrryyy-Annneeeee!!!
connie~ : you must excuse my loudness *laughs delicately*
abooga boo : (AHAHAHAHA UR SO GAY)
abooga boo : (U SURPASS ME WITHOUT EVEN TRYING AS HARD)
abooga boo : (LOLLLLLLL)
connie~ : (YOU STARTED IT, FOOL!!!! >=\ )
connie~ : (GRRRRRR)
connie~ : *turns to imaginary maidservant* Oh, Mary ANne, do get some of that lovely butter scones which our dear guest here enjoys so much
connie~ : *turns back to idiotic friend* There, there, the butter scones are on their way, dah-ling, help yourself to more of these biscuits in the meantime.
abooga boo : but.. *takes a bite* oh dear...
abooga boo : these are ...
abooga boo : oh dear...
abooga boo : *moan*
abooga boo : simply...... *moan more*
abooga boo : amazing....
abooga boo : (LOL)
connie~ : =/
connie~ : er.... of course, dear *hastily takes away the biscuits*
connie~ : (I SHOULD POST UP THIS CONVERSATION =D )
connie~ : anyway, mary-anne IS certainly taking her own sweet time.... do excuse me for a moment while i check ...
connie~ : *excuses myself*
connie~ : *imaginary few minutes pass by*
abooga boo : my.. *takes more greedy bites*
abooga boo : i didnt know you could... bake...
abooga boo : like THIS
abooga boo : (ok im gonna stop.. getting abit disgusting)
connie~ : *comes back holding a plate of the LOVELY butter scones which the Idiotic Friend loves *
connie~ : (LOL~)


Methinks Tiong was intoxicated by the S'pore air...

It was the last day of school for the year 12 students today. A farewell assembly was held after school, and was very emotional for some friends, who had been here for quite a few years.

Being here for a year only thus far, I guess it's rather hard to relate to the memories and times that we'll be leaving behind. Nevertheless, it is still sad, knowing that some of the people I have met in these short 9 months, I'll probably never meet or talk to them again.

Looking through the notes and messages left by people who signed in my book, I realize with a jolt that, this is it. It's finally ended. My years of schooling have ultimately come to this, and there would be no more fixed timetables. No more familiar faces that we'll be able to see everyday, none of that easy classroom atmosphere; the caramederie between friends and teachers. No more uniforms, no more desks and chairs... no more ...

Somehow, graduation just doesn't feel complete without my own friends beside me. It is a special event, a once-in-a-lifetime event; high school graduation, they say, is the most memorable and meaningful, even more than university graduation (since it's not as personal). And I really would have loved to share the memory of graduating high school with my own friends, whom I have known for more than 5-10 years. Knowing that we share all these memories and times together would make it much more meaningful.

Still, these 9 months here at Murdoch College has taught me lot, despite everything. There are new memories, new friends, and I shall treasure them always.

It's sad. I was almost in tears myself, seeing my closer friends sobbing. But... it's just that, this is it. Next year, most of us would have gone on to university, and it would be a completely different and drastic switch from school life.

You guys who are still in college... treasure your days while you're still in "school". We may complain, but ultimately, we'll miss those "good ol' days".

I have to admit though, I'll miss those days back in SAS much more than I will here. But what makes my year here more poignant, I guess, is just that this is my final year of normal schooling as we know our lives to have been for the past 10 years. The routine has ended.

Tomorrow is graduation ceremony and ball; and that would mark the climax and ending of high school.

Another chapter has closed; life goes on.

When we look back one day, would we wish that we could have done something different? Regrets, disappointment, the bittersweet memories, joy, laughter, sadness... Dissolving into one, fading into oblivion as the years catch up with us...

I think I'm just too sensitive sometimes... =(

But I'll definitely miss everyone and the memories.

Sorry for the lack of updates... Blogging still isn't really something I can get used to. There's so many things I want to say, I wish to say, I need to say, but...

Sigh. Been contemplating whether I should let you guys know what's been going on... Feel really messed up, and... oh heck it. I mean, only my friends read this blog, so it's alright I guess. I've told Hui (you would have told Juang, I think) and Joyce a little bit about what's going on (don't know if you guys know what I'm referring to), and last night was on the phone for three hours with Tiong (who unashamedly admitted that he never reads this blog nor read any of my emails earlier in the year. Whacks him).

*stares at the screen*

I think I'll send an email after all...

I miss home... Just one month more... just 30 more days... And my mom still hasn't changed my flight. Don't really want to bother her about it as she's got her hands full already... and it's kind of hard for her to do much, I would think, with her flying in and out of Brunei...

You guys are probably wondering what I'm rambling about... It's ok. I just need to rant. Don't need to understand.

I'm on the verge of panic.

This is so random.

Anyway, auditions on Saturday were... hm... so-so. It took only about 15 min.

After a church brother dropped me off at University of Western Australia, I went to the building where the auditions were held and one of the teachers told me that I could warm up in the other room first, if I wanted to. Apparently they were ahead of time, and were... quite free, so to speak. So I went and just "warmed up" my hands. xp

I had a feeling I was taking longer than expected, so I rushed back and with my heart in my mouth, told them, "Yes, I'm ready."

As far as auditions go, they don't usually listen to the whole song, just a bit of it, so I was already expecting to be "stop"-ped in the middle of my playing.

I started off with Bach's Praeludium and Fuga 12 in F minor.

They listened to the whole of the Prelude. x_x

"Thank you... can we just have a little of the Fugue, please?"

Ok.

I played the first two pages, and just when I was about to turn the page -

"Okay, that's alright. Thank you."

I thought I did rather ... *ahem* good for Bach.

But panic set in when I started on my second piece, Schubert's Impromptu in Gb major. The keys felt foreign to my fingers - I couldn't, simply could not control the inner voice (you don't have to understand what that is) and bring out the melody. My pedalling was a bit weird as well. It sounded terribly messy to me and I was desperately trying to bring the piece under control, but it went further and further beyond my reach. I was almost about to give up by the end of the second page, and actually stopped at the same time the teacher coughed and said,

"Stop."

I breathed. But I felt terrible.

Then, the teacher got up and went to the piano, while saying,

"I'll ask you some aural questions now; I'll be playing some chords on the piano" - He seated himself and played some chords - "and let me know what you think it is - inversion, chord, etc. It's okay if you don't know it."

I grinned nervously and informed him, "Oh... I've... forgotten most of my theory."

"Oh, it's no problem, just try your best."

*swallows hard* I have forgotten virtually everything I've learnt about inversions and cadences. Die.

I stood by the side of the grand piano. It felt like an eternity while he played some random chords and asked me to tell him what I think it is... I felt like a piece of trash on the ground and everyone's trampling on me. It felt like ... a piano exam.

Then it was over. I sat down at the table (there was another old guy sitting there, who was introduced to me as a professor in composition) and the teacher asked if I had any more questions.

Still in a state of panic and nervousness, my mind was blank. So I said, "No."

And that was it.

When everything's over and done with, and calm and peace returns again, now I have some questions to ask him. -_-" Bleh.

Phew. I actually feel better after typing out all this. Lol.

Kudos to you all who actually read up till here. =D

Let's have a party at my place when I get back again...! Hahaha. But please, this time:

1. No throwing cakes in the pool.

2. No shoes and slippers allowed in the water.

3. Most importantly, please don't throw me into the water ... =X

I could still remember that day, after everyone was out and my dad returned home from work... and the sight of him standing by the pool, staring at the water.. =S

Don't think I need to say more. =P

I ought to be sleeping now but am not..

Many things on my mind for the past week. It's been one nerve-racking, rollercoaster week.

I know that I can always depend on God in spite of everything happening... Just praying and talking to Him leaves me with a great sense of peace in my heart. But I still need to talk to someone... but I don't really wish to bother you guys in Brunei 'cause of your AS exams...

Anyway.

Auditions tomorrow afternoon at UWA. A bit nervous, but just going to do my best. I should look presentable, so am deciding to wear a dress on one of those extremely rare occasions. =/

Btw... Hasinah!! Saw your tag, and yeah, I do have the Finding Neverland OST, can't stop listening to it everyday =) I'll email you soon! And also, Bev... hope you enjoyed your birthday lots! *hugs*

I remembered - sometime last year? - a conversation I had with my seven-year-old twin cousins, while on a trip to Miri.

They're eight this year; I'm ten years older than them. They're both looking more and more identical each time I see them... Most people can't tell them apart at first glance, but to family and close friends, you can tell the difference immediately. One has double eyelids, one doesn't... I think that's quite an obvious difference, but anyway, they're looking more and more alike now. The last time I saw them was in January this year when I went for my driving theory test... =( I miss my cousins.

In the car, on the way to this famous seafood restaurant in Miri (can't remember its name.. some of you might remember which one it is =P). Conversation was originally in Mandarin... well, I was struggling to explain myself in Mandarin to the twins, anyway.. x_x ..


Me: (looking at the twins and thinking aloud) Sharon... Shirley... ni men zhi dao ni men shi 'twins' mah? (Do you know that you are twins?)

(I can't say twins in Mandarin. Rather, I don't know how. XP)

(Stupid question, I know, but don't laugh at me for stating the obvious.. =( they were only 7 then, and probably didn't realize the significance of being twins...)

Shirley: She me shi 'twins'? (What are twins?)

Me: (dumbfounded)

I was at a loss for words. I turned towards my mom helplessly. I think my mom and my aunt explained to both of them, but anyway:

Me: Yeah, well, anyway, you both are very special. (still in Mandarin)

Shirley: What is 'special'?

Me: (at loss for words again. Turn to my mother) Ma, how you say 'special' in Chinese?

(Sorry lah, my Chinese so teruk... -_-")

After I got the word from my mom, I tried again.

Me: Okay, do you know that because you are twins, you are very special?

Sharon: But I don't want to be special...

Shirley: (agreeing with her twin. For some reason, the idea of being special wasn't appealing..)

Me: -_-"

Anyway, kids are cute that way. ^_^ After that, I tried to tell them that not many people have got twins, and that's why they're special. With a bit of help from my aunt and mom, they learnt the meaning of being twins that day.

*smiles proudly*

Eh-seh. Lol. Like I'm some kind of heroine like that. Haha. No lah. But it's interesting to talk to little kids sometimes. =)

I can't wait to see them... and my one-year-old baby cousin, living just next door... Haven't seen her in half a year, and she can already say 'mommy', 'daddy', 'jie jie' in that short time I'm gone... *sobs*

It's been a long day; long week, in fact; some things have happened, but a blog isn't exactly the best place to tell, is it? =D

I went to Burswood Dome this afternoon with a couple of friends, where they were having a huge discounted sale on every item which the State has confiscated from people, I presume, who were selling or importing or exporting illegally, so as you can imagine, you have all these original CDs and books, and clothes... and wah-lau, I have to say, I have never ever seen so many... *ahem* lingerie in my entire life. Rows and rows of panties and bras, all sorted into size lagi. Haha, it's almost hilarious. I mean, I don't understand how women can stand there and buy in front of everyone.

But that's beside the point. =P

So anyway, all these goods are for sale (books are sold for $5 each, regardless), while CDs basically were priced below $20. Even branded clothes were on sale at throwaway prices (a pair of Lee jeans cost you just about $20. I mean, good jeans sell for at least more than $30, I think??). The money from all the sales will eventually go to the government.

As expected, (and unsurprisingly), I spent my whole time in the CD and books section. Unfortunately, the books didn't appeal to me. At all. They were all obscure books by unknown authors, and all seemed boring to me. Sad. At $5 each, it was really a steal, but I don't want to anyhow buy books and then not read them later!

Friend A bought 2 CDs, friend B bought 5 CDs (I think) and friends C and D bought some T-shirts.

Me?

Just one CD. Haha. Most people were walking out with bags (what they buy, I also don't know). But I'm fickle that way. The CD is the original soundtrack for Finding Neverland.

I'm listening to it now, and it is just beautiful. It's very classically-orientated, and it really appeals to me. I remember watching the movie on the plane back to Perth (or was it to Brunei) in April. And (again) unsurprisingly, I tend to get distracted by the background music while watching... bad habit, I know, since I also tend to miss out on certain parts on the movie while I space out, straining my ears to listen to the soundtrack (which happened when I was watching Batman Begins, as well, lol.) And so yeah, when I snap out of my reverie, I'll be like, haaarh?? because the scene has changed.

The movie itself is really good; I guess I go more for these kind of films, the serious kinds - don't know what genre you would put them under (like Big Fish, The Pianist, etc.); but I do enjoy action films lah.

But the soundtrack!!! It's just.... so beautiful... the melody, the structure, the flow from one track into the other... the piano, violin... sigggh... *blissfully slips off into deep, pensive mood as she contemplates the music*

Um. *wakes up*

I'll be playing this CD over and over again for the next few days. =D

I've saved the best news for the last: My dad is saved!! I called my mom yesterday afternoon, and when she told me that my dad has accepted Christ for a few months now, I just couldn't help it; I broke down and cried on the phone. Even now, I'm still in a state of surprise. How? But this is kind of tied in with the "stuff" I mentioned at the beginning. And... my conscience is telling me, "This is a blog you're saying this in right now," and I shall stop here. You can only say so much in a blog. I don't know for you guys who have a blog, but for me, a blog can never truly fit the criteria of a "personal diary".

Anyway, can't wait to see you guys back home... Take care, everyone, and night!

I was just net surfing, and realized that Disney tends to base their stories on other stories. And just how much they "distort" the true story. So I did a bit of "Google-ing" and "Wikipedia-ing"... and this is what I thought. =P (Long, boring post ahead; just warning you guys.)

I’m sure we all know the story of Pinocchio… You know, puppet who was brought to life by the Blue Fairy? The companion and “Conscience”, Jiminy Cricket? Became a “half-donkey” on Pleasure Island, for naughty boys who don’t want to go to school, because he was tricked by the Cat and Fox? Saves his father, Geppeto, from the evil Monstro (that gigantic whale – is it a whale?) and he “dies” heroically at the end after they manage to escape from Monstro by making him sneeze - Geppeto brings him home, where he weeps over Pinocchio’s dead body, and the Blue Fairy comes and says, “You have proved yourself truthful, brave and unselfish. Now you shall become a real boy.” Something like that anyway.

And of course, they all dance at the end and… they live happily ever after.

Typical Disney movies. With all the typical Disney elements, as usual.

But do you know the real story of Pinocchio? *evil grin*

The real Pinocchio is not as “cute” as Disney made him, unlike the original Italian story written by Carlo Lorenzini. I’m sure some of you might have a vague memory or know something about the real Pinocchio. Really, Pinocchio is the worst boy you can ever find, who disobeys Geppeto, who is selfish, naughty and on the extreme end of naughty. Think of the naughtiest and mischievous kids you’ve ever met, and times that by 100. Yes, Pinocchio is that evil. That’s the word for it. Evil.

In fact, while Geppeto was making Pinocchio, in the process of becoming a puppet (the word “marionette” is used in the translation), Pinocchio kept kicking Geppeto (and Pinocchio is made from is very hard wood). And, after he was made, he runs out into the streets, where he manages to get Geppeto arrested by the police (I’m not going to go into details), and then after a whole day, he returns home at night, hungry and exhausted.

At this point in the story, we are introduced to the Cricket, who reveals himself to Pinocchio at and gives Pinocchio some really good advice (for naughty boys who refuse to listen to their daddies XP).

“Woe to boys who refuse to obey their parents and run away from home! They will never be happy in this world, and when they are older they will be very sorry for it.”

And after some retaliation from the stubborn Pinocchio, who tells the Cricket that he hates studying and prefers to playing all day long. The Cricket’s comments make Pinocchio more and more stubborn and angrier as well, and:

“Careful, ugly Cricket! If you make me angry, you’ll be sorry!”

“Poor Pinocchio, I am sorry for you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are a Marionette and, what is much worse, you have a wooden head.”

Hahaha, who knew the Cricket could be so sarcastic.

But unfortunately for him, Pinocchio picked up a hammer in anger, and threw it at the Cricket, “straight on its head.”

And the Cricket dies.

What a radical change from the Disney story. Oh, and the Cricket reappears several time in ghost form to Pinocchio throughout the rest of the story. Hm.

There’s so much more ‘horrors’ (really, and Pinocchio was meant to be a children’s story?). And I can comment so much and analyze the story (but I shall not for the sake of the ppl who dislike Literature). Also, the Fairy in the real story plays a larger role than the Disneyfied version.

In a nutshell, the real story is really a warning to all naughty little boys out there:

1. If you are naughty and don’t listen to your daddy, you shall suffer.
2. You will become a donkey in the end. ^_^ (Not just a puppet with donkey ears and tail. You turn into a full-fledged, “hee-hawing” donkey, ears, tails and all.)
3. You shall be tricked countless times by the Cat and Fox (who you believe to be your friends.)
4. Naughty boys will die (or at least meet some really bad trouble) if they hang out too much with bad friends as naughty as them or even naughtier than them.
5. Bottom line: do not be naughty. Or you’ll become a donkey and die.

Pinocchio isn’t the only original story to become so Disneyfied. If you don’t mind reading e-books and staring at the screen, you can read the whole original story here. It’s not too long, and if you’re free, do take a look. Personally I don’t really like reading books online, as it strains my eyes too much (and the last thing I need is for my degree to become higher) but well, if you want the true "horror" story… go! Read.

Oh yeah, as I said, Pinocchio isn’t the only Disneyfied story; the Little Mermaid as well. The real story by Hans Christian Andersen is just shocking. It’s not as lovey dovey and sweet or cute as Disney turned the story into…

In the original story, the Little Mermaid is called just that: Little Mermaid. No cutesy, unique, weird names. Just the Little Mermaid.

When she goes to the Sea Witch to turn into a human, she drinks that potion and goes all weird, right? The Little Mermaid, when she drank the potion, will suffer the feeling of having a sword pass through her. And at least Ariel didn’t have to go through the eternal, perpetual pain of pins and needles in your feet everytime you walk (as the original Little Mermaid did). Just imagine, everytime you walk, you feel like you’re walking on knives. And I can’t remember, but in the Disney version, I don’t think Ursula didn’t tell Ariel that she’ll die if the Prince doesn’t fall in love with her, right? But yeah, in both stories, they lose their voices in exchange, and can’t talk at all. But the motives and everything are different.

The original Little Mermaid just wants to live with the prince and obtain a soul and go to Heaven. While Ariel just wants the Prince to love her. And vice-versa.

In fact, while the Prince starts to fall for Ariel in the “wonderful world of Disney”, in the original story, he never does. He only loves the Little Mermaid like a parent loves a child, and in the end, falls for another princess from another kingdom (who happened to be the woman who rescued him on the beach after that shipwreck thingie; the Little Mermaid is the true rescuer. But while Ariel sings, the original Little Mermaid doesn’t leave the Prince any memories of her singing. Because she just didn't. ). And while in Disney, Ursula interferes by becoming a beautiful girl to seduce the prince, in the original story, it’s just according to “Fate”.

The thing is, if the Prince doesn’t love and marries the Little Mermaid, then she shall turn into foam and die. That’s the true story.

So, anyway, on the night before the wedding, the Little Mermaid is grieving because she knows that she will die. Her sisters visit her from the sea and tells her that she can become a mermaid again if she kills the Prince with a knife they obtained from the Sea Witch, in exchange for their hair. So obviously, the Sea Witch doesn't play any huge role. (Unlike the power-hungry, psychotic Ursula in Disney.)

But the Little Mermaid loves the Prince too much. She can’t bring herself to kill the Prince, so she throws herself into the sea and dissolves into foam. “But she doesn't die; she becomes a daughter of the air, a being invisible to humans. By striving for 300 years to do good deeds she will earn a soul, and float into the kingdom of heaven. But for every good child a daughter of the air finds she subtracts a year, and for every naughty or wicked child she weeps, and adds a day for every tear.” (As quoted from Wikipedia.) Read the translated original story here. And it’s shorter than Pinocchio, too.



See how evil these fairy tales really are?

Somehow, the original tales appeal more to me rather than the Disneyfied versions. ^^

And no, that’s not because I’m sadistic. O.o

I don't think I sound like Jerry in the last post, did I? I mean... um ... well... I didn't mean to.

But anyway!!

I'm liberated! From the clutches of exam, spelled H-O-R-R-O-R... from that feared word which causes late nights, last-minute cramming, panic attacks, etc. (Any symptom which you have experienced before applies.) Final paper over and done with... but only three weeks to my TEEs (Tertiary Entrance Examinations). And my piano exam.

Three weeks to finish what I've barely begun with my performance notes.

Just about one more month to coming back home.

I can't wait.

Oh, btw... my sister messaged me last night, telling me that I'll be back in time for the Toyota Classics 'used-to-be-annually' concert (27th November). Apparently they're featuring an opera this year, or something? Any of you want to join me? =D I remembered the last one I went to, in Form 4, the Northeast German Philharmonic Orchestra, which was just amazing.

It was the same event afterwards which Zakhir couldn't stop nagging me about countless times, after I gave him the free CD and programme booklet. (I had three of the same thing, as I had gone with my mom and my sister.)

"Why didn't you tell me??"

"Foonga, how could you?? You're supposed to be my friend!!" (accusing tone)

"Look at all the songs!! Oh my gosh, I love those songs, you traitor!!"

Well, something like that, anyway. I'm sure you guys can imagine. This brings up the memory of him with the blue ink back in Primary 6... lol.

I digress. I know that none of you will react like him, anyway. But, seriously, anyone interested in attending the concert this year? =) Ern, Tiong? Someone? Hui? Juang? I know you guys aren't such classical fanatics as I am... but... well, just asking...

Well, I have to go now. And please... don't tell me that I still sound like Jerry in this post... =

Just thought I'll take a "break" from my "break". =P My last paper (Human Biology) is on Thursday, might as well update. I mean, this is turning into Jerry's blog. And I'm sure you people missed seeing my updates, right? Lol. (So thick-skinned.. =P)

It's 6.41 p.m. now. I had my "dinner" an hour ago. Yes, dinner. My homestay has dinner abnormally early. I can still recall sometime at the beginning of this year. It was Feb/March, I think? Sitting in my room happily, doing my own things....

"Connie, chi fan le!"

(Literally, "Connie, eat rice already!" And yes, my homestay are China Chinese. We're just the, you know, "fake" Chinese. Considering how bad most of us are at our "mother" tongues. =P)

I glanced at the time. It is freaking 4.30 p.m.

With my appetite, you can imagine how hungry I was already by 8-ish. And the state of starvation I was in by 9 p.m. And finally cooking some instant mee or just put together some bread and jam by 10 p.m. because I can't take the hunger anymore.

Oh yes. Where was I...? Ah, okay:

It's 6.44 p.m. now. I say that, 'cause I was looking out of the window and suddenly realized... "Hey, it's still bright!"

I'm not being sarcastic here -_-" . The sun's just starting to set. In another one or two more weeks' time, it won't get dark till about 7.30 to 8 p.m.

Spring is finally here.

There's other signs of spring as well, like the naked trees starting to bud again, wildflowers spreading their pollen as far as they can, but... it is still COLD, not COOL. Remnants of Winter still remain behind, refusing to loosen her grip over what control she has left. (Okay, I feel myself switching into very English-y mode... stop. =P)

Sooo... my point is.

I don't know. Just being random..

Can't wait for after Thursday. Actually, not really much freedom or fun either. I still have to study, only about four weeks left before the final exams that will determine my fate (read: which Uni and course I can get into.) Plus, I still have my piano exam, and performance notes to write up, and it's not helping when my teacher told me that I need more time to write those programme notes (research, etc.) and time is what I don't have now.

Hence, I shall stop here and study. (Yeah, what am I still doing here?? o_O)

The sun has gone down too. How appropriate. =D

I bid thee adieu then. Till the sun doth rises again.

^_^

(Pale one retires and hibernates again.)

Sigh. I know that I said I'll be on hiatus for two months, but...

Was recording my audition tape the whole day today, from about 11 a.m. until 4 p.m. Plus an extra 30 min to record to my laptop and burn it to CD. Gaaah. THREE songs only. 3 classical songs, only 20 minutes long altogether, and I needed, what, FIVE hours to record it. I kept recording the first song over and over again 'cause I was not satisfied. Major stress. I loathe that song now. In fact, I had to redo the first two songs quite a number of times. My last piece was the only one which I could do in one go.

I must really thank Sherissa for helping me out with the video cam. I feel so retarded, looking at myself play. -_-" I still made a few mistakes, and I feel I can play better, but ah well. I called my teacher halfway through and she said that it's alright to make mistakes, it doesn't have to be perfect.

Then I called my mom, and she thinks that I shouldn't apply to Indiana U. anymore (sorry, Jerry!) My mom was thinking about it the past few days and she thinks that it's just too expensive to send me over to USA at this moment, what's more with THREE siblings behind me whom my dad still has to support. Sigh... then she said that I can always do my Masters there, after I finish my Bachelor degree here.

If I get accepted into Melbourne Uni or UWA, that is. And if I have that kind of ability to do Masters. (Thinking too far...)

Down to two unis. Talked to Ern just now and he asked, why not apply to UK. I dunno, I guess that I've ruled out UK unis 'cause of the really expensive tuition fees, after my mom said that it's just too much. And again, 'cause I still have two brothers and one sister my dad has to support. *Sings "It's all 'bout the money"~*

Sigh.

I don't mind doing my Bachelor degree here. Indiana U. would probably be better for Master and Doctorate degrees anyway, I guess. What's more, I never had the confidence that I could get accepted anyway. Their requirements are really high. (I mean, they have two Julliard School graduates on the piano faculty!! Julliard!!!) And my own piano teacher did say that I should just study here first...

My mom is still keen on me to do English. So I guess I'll probably like, do a double degree in Music/Arts.

Or something.

I still would like to study in the States. But as I said, if I have that ability, then I shall do my Masters or something there. Sigh. I know I can't give up Music. I can't.

I guess applying to universities isn't as easy as it appears... Money is always a big factor.