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Sunday, May 16, 2004

I thought blues passed on me last month. It came back to haunt me today.

Went chorale today, sight sing jap song, learn choreo for mamayog and sang the rest of the songs. Wont consider it to be a fruitful session, nor would i say it was tremendous fun. It was...okie. For the first time in my singing life, i actually felt stupid when i was singing. It was during one of the songs. Think it's dalla. I suddenly looked up from the scores and saw my reflection in the mirror. And the thought of "what am i doing here" flashed through my mind.

Chorale ended shortly after five. Wanted to send tongzi home but she shouted "you siao ah" then vanished with yann. Btw, i think yann's boi boi quite cute. Looks like me when im five (thats a compliment to him). =) In the end i brought zhan and chorale bimbo 2 home. Went to buy dinner after that. Found out i didnt have enuff cash just as i got out of the car. So i bought charrred siew rice for my sis...an had instand noodles. Dont think she knew that though cause she wasnt very appreciative with the rice. But well, i think she is stressed from the exams. Hope she does fine. jiA you jia you! love ya.

My mum is in china now, wonder how she is doing. I miss ya mummie! *hugz + tight sQqqueeeze*...ohoh forget the *muackz*. =) love ya too mama.

The hongkong bra show was on just now. The last part of the show featured the analogy of a guy as a bra to the woman he loved. He was saying, the woman didnt consider the feelings of the bra. Used it once and threw away. The bra provided everything the lady needed. Comfort, sense of security, this that, but left the bra aside after using it. He agreed that a lady has many different bras, each used for different occasions and dressing. But all he asked for was to be worn again, too bad the lady simply refuse. Not very romantic though, but it's the typical kinda hong kong show. Bra...such a delicate yet simple object. So simple yet so hard to find a good wan. haiz.....i hope i wont be a bra to a gal though. i think i will look weird as one.

There are so many things that i wanna buy, but going to put them on hold till later... of course they include upgrades for my car - cold air intake, new rims and tyres, new brake discs, new seats...the list goes on. Never going to finish though so im not so worried. but i realli keen on the cold air intake pipes. Well, maybe after xmas lah. Also set my sights on apple cinematic display, the 20" one. well, that one ah, maybe after next year's xmas lah. Talk like im some bigshot. just pray i have enuff money to get past this month. Lesser tuition = lesser money. eekz.

management is coming up. gonna read some notes before i go sleep. Monday is coming, that signifies a week of work. I hope my boss doesnt kill me with the workload. Could hardly breath on sat. sighz. Dear lord, pls watch over me as i enter a week of "adventures". Give me the strength i need to pull through all these. Give me the support i need. Tell me where to draw them from...show me a sign!

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