Playing Piano

Exams just finished today.
I'm really happy. I came back from school, and ran down with my piano bag to the piano room. After 3 weeks of no piano, I was ready to get back and play.
Just earlier, my friend played a piece of music - 老鼠爱大米. It was just like my version, but she edited it, emphasizing on the left hand. Well, I got to the piano room and tried it.
I absolutely loved it. I kept on playing it, forgetting to practice my other piano score sheets, foregetting that I would die when my results were out, ignoring the growing pain in my arms, as though they were on fire, as they were tired out with my continuous playing, forgetting everything, all my worries. I was happy. Very happy. How do you express that into the written language? It was a sudden emotional-wave as well. Everything was forgotten. I felt the freest when my fingers hit the piano key.
How do you express the in-expressible feeling of elation and happiness?
I haven't felt like this in a long time. Too long, in fact. When did I last feel it? I can't remember. But I remember that this feeling is great. You feel free. You feel high. For once, after so long, I can forget about the byotches in school and enjoy my life, maybe just for a while.
But I enjoyed it, all right.

My Friends*

I know. Again.
My lovely friends. In between us, I realised that our personalities are very different, and that I don't really enjoy their company. I might be treated as a best friend, but I will never think of myself as their best friend. Why? Put it simply, I hate their personalities. I have half a mind to ditch them. 'Best friends' is just all wishful thinking. But I will bear with it - I could possibly be going back to Singapore anyway. But I haven't told them that.
Difference Number 1
We are amused by different things. I get amused when I see a boy flirting(just a little) with a friend I know.
Their response(Ju*** and Sh****): Is it supposed to be funny?
They like to watch from upstairs the boys playing basketball downstairs.
My response: Is it that amusing?
Difference Number 2
They quarrel very often. Usually with Sh****. I can't stand it, since it gets on my nerves. I often leave, but I always end up in the middle.
Difference Number 3
Too frank. Or too unhonest.
La****:Yeesh, you(me) have lots of acne...
Me: You're mouth is dirty!(both meanings)
That's right. I act so much like a byotch that I slip insults at my friends right under their noses and they don't even realise it.
So sue me. I don't care. They deserve it. Those aren't friends. Those are byotches. All of them.
Difference Number 4
Different taste in things. Their IPods are cramped full of English music. I love Chinese singers.
They don't get why I like Jap anime either(Bleach, Bakugan, etc.)
Difference Number 5
There's always this part of them that hate the things I do. Like: the other friends I hang out with.
Those other friends are much better friends. They happen to be in my class. I make friends with all the girls in my class, but they find problems with Tai***** and K****. And they get jealous when those two girls give me gifts.
Difference Number 6
There's this personality difference. I'm violent, aggressive, intelligent, proud, a loner, selfish, mature(both meanings). They aren't.

I can't wait till I leave this school. FOREVER.

小酒窝

JJ林俊杰／蔡卓妍 (阿SA) ~ 小酒窝
词：王雅君
曲：林俊杰
我还在寻找 一个依靠和一个拥抱
谁替我祈祷 替我烦恼 为我生气为我闹
幸福开始有预兆 缘分让我们慢慢紧靠
然后孤单被吞没了 无聊变得有话聊 有变化了
小酒窝长睫毛 是你最美的记号
我每天睡不着 想念你的微笑
你不知道 你对我多么重要
有了你生命完整的刚好
小酒窝长睫毛 迷人得无可救药
我放慢了步调 感觉像是喝醉了
终于找到 心有灵犀的美好
一辈子暖暖的好 我永远爱你到老
幸福开始有预兆 缘分让我们慢慢紧靠
然后孤单被吞没了 无聊变得有话聊 有变化了
小酒窝长睫毛 是你最美的记号
我每天睡不着 想念你的微笑
你不知道 你对我多么重要
有了你生整完成的刚好
小酒窝长睫毛 迷人得无可救药
我放慢了步调 感觉像是喝醉了
终于找到 心有灵犀的美好
一辈子暖暖的好 我永远爱你到老
小酒窝长睫毛 迷人得无可救药
我放慢了步调 感觉像是喝醉了
终于找到 心有灵犀的美好
一辈子暖暖的好 我永远爱你到老
taken from http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=oNZMKIxi11k
see below blog posts for MV

Time

Time is flowing by... pretty quickly.
Christmas Break is over, and now we all have to start studying and revising for our exams. It starts this Friday. Ends next Friday.
As I stared in the mirror just now at my own reflection, I was struck by how fast time is moving now - and how I'm making no effort to slow it down.
I didn't even complete that thought. Because I'm afraid.
I'm afraid, that if I even think of how slow time is going, I'm really, really afraid that time will slow down again.
And I'm terrified by it. Time can't get slower... now... not when I'm in Hong Kong.