all the world's a stage
So i'm back in my room nursing a pretty much 'gone' throat:(
I am a bad girl; I over-sang
my throat feels like something is stuck in the middle of it
and when I talk I feel pretty much disgusted with the way I sound
NOT, that i'm actually talking, since i'm actually alone in my room...
I feel a bit cheated by cultural activities night
2 girls i know came up to me and were like
"Whats going on tonight?!"
AFTER THE ENTIRE SHOW WAS OVERR
and i was like, well, to tell you the truth, nothing, since the program has already ended?!
But. limited publicity and awful sound system and even more awful venue notwithstanding
it felt truly awesome to be standing on stage again.
it felt like i had come home
truly THE most amazing feeling i get is when I stand on stage
because memories of all the different times
I've ever ever been on stage will flood in without my permission
from the time in primary2 when I went on stage to do a CHINESE recitation
with yellow umbrellas and small toy drums
[for all of you who think i can't speak chinese: we actually won first place for our category:P]
to singing in the cold and freezing ourselves in Italy.
I guess the stage is a nostalgic place for me
quite strange I think.
That a raised platform: ANY raised platform
would bring back such memories for me
but they're not all pleasant.
like the time in primary 5 when I rep my school for a speak good english storytelling competition
and was forced by my teacher to tell an AESOP FABLE
which have got to be the most difficult stories to tell
because one it's a moral story and two it's an ancient story!
so anyway
being the most ingenious person i am, i decided to pick the L O N G E S T story out of the book
i think there were two main characters
which was a fox
and some other domestic fowl
i think it was a chicken, but I can't be too sure
I don't trust my memory; why on earth would a fox be talking to a chicken??
but anyway.
it was two animals, probably a fox and a chicken
and somehow I kept tripping up over the entire story
and kept replacing fox for chicken and viceversa
till this day i have no idea why i did that
because i was not in the least bit nervous
although i think my storytelling skills were really disastrous
I was like saying matter of factly
very point by point kind of storytelling
which nobody told me not to do
[but ignorance is never an excuse is it?]
and i saw people cringing
and i was wondering "why are they looking at me like that, i'm having a lot of fun!"
goes to show what the 11 year old me thought of as fun-.-
so anyway, i learnt my lesson
never tell stories with 2 animals
that never seem to end
or better yet
never tell stories ever again
anyway, singing with the THacapella was awesome
cos we were finally, finally in tune! or at least we sounded like we matched lah
even though i was singing like mad
and the 2 sops were fighting to sound as loud as the 5 altos
honestly amazed that there are more altos than sops cos thats never ever happened before
and then i think continuous 'practice' of blasting that last 'A' high note
has finally taken a toll on my voice:(
but i guess it was worth it cos it sounded quite good, if i do say so myself:P
then i rushed like mad, cos i was supposed to sing with charmaine
and we hadn't really practiced
but fortunately taylor swift's teardrops on my guitar wasn't too difficult
well, compared to the first song we wanted to sing
HAHA
cos i could never ever come in right for that first song
i do think the end performance was disastrous
no thanks to the mikes which made me feel really really self conscious and nervous
cos basically you hear your own echo like a second after you've sung it
AND WHILE YOU'RE SINGING THE NEXT WORD
so basically my ears were listening to two songs being sung like split seconds after each other
i'm real tired. gonna knock of for the night
performing takes up energy!
Labels: Acapella, hall, singing
respect
I think all men should respect women
theres a list of a million and one reasons why they should
but at this time of the month
I can only think of ONE
and it's blinking at me, and reminding me every few seconds
of the PAIN and the TORTURE
of being called WOMAN
I realise there are a few occasions that i MUSTN'T write
or if I do, it should come with a clause:
"nothing said here can be held against me because of the special circumstances it was written in"
Firstly: When I'm in pain.
Secondly: When I'm angry
usually, when i'm feeling those ways
I'd try to take my mind off the pain/anger by coming up with link-less theories
thoughts, ideas, logic
which all end up very childish and incoherant
and angry/suffering woman is one you don't want to cross
arhg.
whole lot of pain
just ignore that whole chunk.
i just had to get it out of my system
Labels: R
resolve
I went for a run today...
after an EXTREMELY long hiatus in doing anything physically productive
to be honest it feels weird running around the route that I take
cos it's a bit like a figure of eight
well, it's definitely not as repressive as running on a treadmill
[not that i don't like running on a treadmill
cos I actually find a warped sense of satisfaction at seeing the number
flash on the 'screen' at the end of my workout]
but running in circles actually feels a little like a hamster running on a wheel
but I'm getting ahead of myself
the sudden urge and motivation to run
[like a lightning bolt: WHAM]
was basically because I was ahem, going to be late for my 9am class
which i have to walk all the way up the hill
from Temasek to The Deck.
and it's a pretty steep and long slope for those who don't know
So, anyway, as I was walking up
I felt an insane pull on my muscles
like seriously, massive amount of lactic acid
and i don't think i was even walking superbly fast
maybe just slightly faster than normal
so if that wasn't bad enough,
i had to walk down a flight of stairs to AS1
and the walk down was EXCRUCIATING!
cos of the muscle strain [don't even know how it happened that fast]
so the flexing of my calf muscle as i was walking downwards
hurt so bad
i think i looked like a lame person walking down the stairs
no offense to those who are truly lame
i just got a small taste of your pain!
then there were SO MANY PEOPLE BEHIND ME:(
I felt like i was holding up the whole world
you know like in the olden days the people would shout: "Unclean, unclean!"
those who have leprosy?
yeah, I felt like people were [silently] shouting at me
"UNFIT UNFIT!"
of course, it could also be the voices in my head.
so anyway,
I will be diligent in my exercise
yes i will:D
Lesson of the day:
Wake up earlier, get to class with time to spare
then I'd be spared of this kind of revelations:D
Labels: R, school
respond
completely forgotten
what it's like|to put my pen to paper|to write a chunk of words that rhyme
to catch and capture time
completely forgotten
how to say|the words I really mean|the words I spoke I now regret
the words of blasphemy
completely forgotten
how it feels|"to look in from the outside"|to stare and wish that could be mine
to keep searching for a sign
completely forgotten
what to do|in the midst of darkness|in the time of doubt and fear
in the realm of danger
completely forgotten
completely gone|completely slipped my mind|complete convenience of pretense
complete surrender
complete.
methinks this is a lousy poem.
hopefully i'll get my groove back soon:(
Labels: R, verses of soul
restart::
it's been awful and disastrous:(
just sat staring at my computer screen for 3 hours and all that had appeared were 126 words
methinks this is a bad case of writer's block...
...and not that i'm not cut out to write history research assignment..
so, as a solution (not magical, i don't think) to solve this infuriating problem
i decided to restart my blog!
you kn
ow, to write...
and more importantly, to rediscover my love for writing
for why on earth i love words so much...
...to find the writer in me, wherever it's gone hiding to!
hopefully i won't start writing about too mundane stuff(:
just got a shock when there was a knock at the door
i opened it, to find a middle-aged woman and a little girl
both of whom,
well,
let's just say they don't belong to the demographic of people whom you would find
knocking on Hall doors at ten pm at night!
turns out shes the resident
fellow of my block
and shes rather nice!
well, thats my rather biased opinion
but i've been bought over by
her friendly smile
and more importantly
THE SUBWAY COOKIE SHE TURNED UP AT MY DOOR WITH:D
my broken subway cookie:D
how did she know i was in need of a motivation REPLENISH??!!
it's WHITE MACADAMIA NUT
yay, now i can sleep happy
eunice's word craze is currently: the prefix RE (:
Labels: hall, R, writer's block
