dont comment.
sigh. my brother's going back tomorrow.
after extending his leave to almost a month. its weird.
after some time i normally get fed up of having him around the house, cos he hasnt been here much for the past 8 years, but then, i dont really ever want him to leave again.
i want him to go away, and yet i dont want him to.
and it makes sense, in this odd, sibling-y way. sigh.
which is why im emo-ing rite now.
because at 11.00 tomorrow i shall go back to being an only child.
sighhhh.
this whole holidays, ive been so super busy, i havent had the time to miss taylors. or G4.
and when we went back to sell books, i didnt feel all emo either. weird, huh?
BUT, it hit me when we were walking to mcdonalds, to wait for my mum. then i suddenly started missing everything. especially the way me and midge used to walk to starbucks (midge had to go all the way to mcd's) to go home.
funny how just a walk back home could stir so many memories.
rite now i feel like launching into a tirade of all the things that i miss, but...i shall not, out of sheer sympathy for everyone reading this.
i skipped driving today. called and told my instructor that i was sick.
im actually perfectly healthy. hehe. evilness.
my next class is on tuesday.
three jon-free, clutch-free, gear-free days.
pure bliss.
mebbe i'll call him on tuesday morning and tell him im sick again.
i am sick. of driving. so i wouldnt be totally lying.
not that lying bothered me any anyway.
oops.
kay, so yesterday, we went to the Philharmonic Orchestra.
for some Pygmalion thingy.
my mum wanted to go lah. she loves classical music.
i dont.
i love music.
as long as it was created after the 19th century.
and no, rap DOES NOT count as music.
i dont care who disagrees with me, but music is rhythm (did i spell tat correctly?) plus melody.
rap is just rhythm.
hence, rap is not music.
err. but back to the Philharmonic Orchestra, it was okay lah.
not a big fan of classical music.
and i really cannot understand why conductors have to be so dramatic.
the guy we had yest was overboard. he stood there and waved his arms like crazy, and he kept jumping once in a while so that al his hair would jump too. he was practically dancing lah. and i found it comical. oddly enough, it reminded me of szetho. i have no idea why.
so anyway, the concert-thingy-whatever-you-call-it consisted of three parts. and pygmalion is supposed to be about someone who builds a statue and falls in love with his own creation, rite?
however, (to me anyway) the whole thing sounded like a bunch of fairies were taking a walk in the woods, and it suddenly started raining.
yes, i do realise im pretty weird.
the first part was okay, the second part was very irritating and gave me a headache, but the third part, i'll admit, was really really nice. very dance-ish, very energetic. :)
i had a staring match with one of the violinists during the whole thing.
haha, k, no lah. i mean, he was 5 metres away from me, and all i know was he was looking in my general direction, so i stared at him. after i got fed up of trying to concentrate on the over-dramatic conductor.
so, but still, it WAS technically a staring match.
eventhough it was pathetic and one-sided.
hehe. i was bored lah!
oh, and white people look very different on tv.
they look nicer on tv. :p
so now that ive done with that, i shall move on to talk about the book i just finished.
"A Place Called Here" by Cecilia Ahern.
im fast becoming a fan.
the book isnt as nice as "P.S. I Love You" though. nowhere close. so it was a bit disappointing.
but nevertheless, it was a good read.
GO READ.
hehe. i was actually looking for "If You Could See Me Now", but MPH didnt have stock. sad.
and i wanted (i STILL want!) to buy Snakehead, by Anthony Horowitz, but but but...54.90 for a paperback kids book is ridiculous.
(does anyone still owe me a birthday present?)
i shall have to go turn over the mid valley MPH for If You Could See Me Now (since i already hunted every corner in parade's MPH..kay, no i didnt. i used the comp).
i was supposed to write a review on the book.
for no specific reason.
but im lazy.
also for no specific reason.
since im going to go study medic, rite..
i suddenly have a hundred and one aunties and uncles whom ive never seen before in my life, who are so proud of me, and are suddenly so very interested in my well being.
i swear to god, indian families are crazy.
especially mine.
these people are nuts wei!!
JUST because im going to study medic in IMU!
i mean, if i was gonna study medic in indonesia, or india, they wouldnt look twice at me.
but just because im the first in the family to get accepted to IMU (the others before me applied, got rejected, and went to india/indon) theyre so totally in love with me now.
freaky people.
i wonder what will happen when i graduate. eek.
oh, and the best part is, theyre all suddenly telling my mum that she shouldnt be so strict with me and blah blah blah..
if it wasnt for my mum, i'd turn around and tell them to go screw themselves. i mean, where were they all this while?? suddenly only THEY want to tell MY mum how to run MY life.
-.-"
my mum's been doing a pretty good job so far without them, and its annoying me that these people treat her like as though she doesnt know how to bring me up.
feel like slapping them and telling them to back off from her.
i swear lah, living in indian families is way worse than living in the middle of the india-pakistan war.
so much politics. bleh.
and yes, i know that chinese families have politics also, but take my word for it, no matter how bad it is, it'll be nothing compared to indian families.
at least, you'll have less drama. ><
ive run out of things to write.
oh wait, no i havent.
anyone remember the weird photographer i mentioned some time ago??
the one who kept following us around at some wedding n all?
well, guess what?
he appeared in The Star (on thursday, i think), page 14 of the main paper.
hes apparently a well known, award winning, malaysian filmmaker!!
swt wei!
his name is Deepak Menon.
and hes still weird.
k, now ive run out of things to write.
i have these 2 poems to share, but i shall put them in another post, because, theyre worth reading, and some of you may have decided to not finish reading this post, and miss out on the poem, and that would be a shame.
hehe.
yes i know i sound incoherent.
tired, but blogging. no idea why.
and though most of you probably will disagree,
i think vin diesel is supremely sexy. :)
~vid~
