me. myself. i

mmm 23 days without blogging. i didn't blog for so long i nearly forgot my password.

well, school's been rather okay i guess. taking bcme now, quite happy with it. otherwise.. i guess the first 3 months is a waste of time larh. ya... horrible waste of time. okay so we did learn some stuff. so we did make new friends. what about those who left? i honestly donno lorh. like, its so hard to let go, personally.

i was telling some people how my life was so messed up. i guess it just got alot worse. prfft.

wahahaha. 9 pts!

flute grade 4!

ac!

yea i guess that's about it.

"Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing. Her hair was golden as the sun's rays and her soul as clear and blue as her eyes. She wheedled her mother, was kind to her doll, took great care of her frock and her little red shoes and her fiddle, but most of all loved, when she went to sleep, to hear the Angel of Music."

While the old man told this story, Raoul looked at Christine's blue eyes and golden hair; and Christine thought that Lotte was very lucky to hear the Angel of Music when she went to sleep. The Angel of Music played a part in all Daddy Daaé's tales; and he maintained that every great musician, every great artist received a visit from the Angel at least once in his life. Sometimes the Angel leans over their cradle, as happened to Lotte, and that is how there are little prodigies who play the fiddle at six better than men at fifty, which, you must admit, is very wonderful. Sometimes, the Angel comes much later, because the children are naughty and won't learn their lessons or practise their scales. And, sometimes, he does not come at all, because the children have a bad heart or a bad conscience.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives. Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daaé shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he said:

"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send him to you!"

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there, a paragraph from "Phantom of the Opera", the book written by Gaston Leroux.

lala. many things been happening lately, nothing very important though. firstly, results are coming out soon, yup. very exciting indeed, with the discussion on various colors of envelopes and the mailing of certain materials to your home. well, yah. other than that, school's not terribly exciting. i've got baljeet as a chem lecturer curently, and she's HORRIBLE. firstly, her accent is horrible. and there's this sentence she DEFNITELY cannot say : she sells seashells by the seashore. we were at atoms and 'shubshells' today. prfft. do all discipline teachers have such terrible moodswings.

well, on a lighter note, 1sc9 rocks. we had this class outing not too long ago, ate at marche and all. yea...but too bad luddy lost her phone, if not it would be a much happier occassion. yea.. walking around orchard with them was fun, yup. we saw this bunch of goth looking people, and they looked real good. like, real real good. shld be japs, and.. totally black, including lipstick and eyeshadow. nice.

felt the closeness today ^^ thanks.. i wanna feel this way EVERYSINGLE DAY heh.

i saw a blind man at the bus stop today. not that its very interesting, but the idea of being blind is.

the sense of sight is something we all cant live without. its something that is essential for survival. yet how do people like him get by? just closing my eyes and walking down the road makes me feel extremely vulnerable, wanting to open my eyes again. but what if you have no choice? the only thing you can see is darkness.

i wonder how people become blind. do they gradually lose their sight or is it overnight? to wake up in the morning at 545am and find out that i cannot see anything. that would freak me out. again, how vulnerable and afraid i would feel. how would my perception of this world change?

once blind, who or what can we rely on? the people around us? our walking stick? maybe there would be nothing we could rely on. to lose something so very essential for survival, for me would be a very traumatising experience.

have we all been blind sometime in our life? to be misled by something else that we fancy, only to lose a very valuable part of our lives?

You are a packet of soy sauce. No, not a bottle,
and not real soy sauce, but that flavored,
colored, salt water they call soy sauce.
You're not giving life your all, are you?
Somethings holding you back. Somethings
keeping you form truely being happy. You've
been diluted. Not the true you. Find whats
distilled you, and be real soy sauce one day.


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*gasp* could this be the reason why i'm feeling so down? anyway, many things i wanted to write down here. maybe.. it isn't appropriate now to do so, so that's why i've lost all inspiration to do so. well, band was kinda sucky today. don't really know why. but.. i guess it'll be better after a while.

hrm. well, i guess nothing significant happened today. only.. i was thinking about life on the way back home, which was like, 1 hour ago.

perhaps 'why' is
the perfect question
only to remain one.

i wanna break free
free from this shell
how can i
do so?

maybe, only maybe
will life reveal its
secrets, to me
until that time
wait, just
wait.