Sunday, April 26, 2009

What-on-earth?!

I unearthed my Slamdunk DVDs, wanted to get on a marathon session with this classic, fifth disc in, the discs would not play. Perplexed, I took it out of the player and checked the back.


What on earth?! 3/4 of the discs in the set turned out like this.

It is the strangest thing. And I've always been careful with my darling discs.

Damn.

Looks like I have to find something else to do now.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

CATS!!!

Turns out I didn't even need that cup of coffee.

I didn't want to blink even once throughout the entire show. The dancing, the set up, breath-taking.

Though bro had no idea what was going on most of the time, he nearly bought a tee as a souvenir and I thought I heard him sniff rather audibly during Grizabella's Memory.

All in all, a very pleasant evening spent, the pricey tickets were worth it.

Can hardly keep eyes open.

Ciao

Friday, April 24, 2009

Cats!

Well, not yet. Later tonight with my bro. Problem is, I only clocked in about... 15 mins of sleep last night so I'm seeing a little double-ish now, have to head to Bishan to teach 2 kids then head down to the Esplanade for the musical.

If my brain shuts down on me anytime during the musical, I'm gonna kick my own ass all the way home.

In the meantime, a cold bath, a extra strong mug of coffee and it's time to scoot.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Complete lull

My energy reserves are non-existent. Not too sure what happened.

Just hope she isn't too mad.

Ugh, I hate being a female sometimes.

Need to work myself harder.

Friday, April 17, 2009

*jawdrops*

Here's why you should never, never, ever judge a book by it's cover.

Susan Boyle, on Britain's Got Talent

Watch it, because:
  • It'll blow your mind
  • Simon Cowell looks lovestruck
  • Because it's just damn good
  • Because I was one of the many who raised an eyebrow at her looks

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

It works!

Know of the ancient rumor that having large doses of Vit C can block off an oncoming cold/flu?

IT WORKS!!

Here's a day by day:

On fri, completely healthy.

On sat, I was going through boxes of tissues, took 3 tabs of 1000mg Vit C, a dash of clarinase.

On sun, mucus was completely gone but was slightly feverish so downed another 2 tabs of 1000mg Vit C, a sprinkle of paracetamol.

On mon, 'lo and behold! Back at work!

I only had to postpone 1 lesson compared to if the flu really came in force.

It seriously works.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Flu bug.... again

That makes it 4 times in 3 months and 11 days.

I think I've used more tissues than 5 years of my teenage years put together.

It's time to get 8 hours sleep and healthy food everyday. If my immune system is this bad at 24, I can't imagine what's gonna happen at 35, 45, or even 60.

What a scary thought.

Looks like I can't procrastinate anymore. I've got to take care of myself because nobody is going to do it for me. Eep.

In the meantime, some Clarinase and 3000 mg of Vit C in 24 hours. Wonder if it will work.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Who am I kidding?

Came to a realization today.

A new student's husband escorted me out to the bus stop (yep, I got another mummy student) half an hour ago and while we walked, he asked me if I taught full time. I replied yes and he commented that I was lucky, it's a good job. Trying to be modest, I said all jobs had its pros and cons. He said, "at least you love what you do." Yep, full stop, not question mark.

Whoops.

Maybe I should stop hyperventilating and behaving like a bunny on meth the next time I teach.

P.S I never knew Canon in D could seduce kids into learning the piano. Yes, SEDUCE! I played a very simple version of Canon in D (transcribed to C) and mummy student's son wanted to learn. Nice. Got myself another student.

Thank you, Pachelbel.

Yes, it's just me, but life's been getting a bit mundane, repetitive. Time to start learning something new. Been playing with the idea of learning a martial art, and passing through the darkness of private housing with weird people loitering around confirmed that.

I think I shall pick up Aikido.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Rich face?

This is the second time my student thought I lived in a bungalow or a condo. We were talking about a cousin who wanted to learn the piano but didn't have one at home, so:

Me: She can come my house learn piano if she wants.

Student: Where you live? Condo ah?

Me: Er no?

Student: (Very excitedly) Bungalow ah?

Me: HDB la, at Hougang.

Student: Ohhh... I thought you live at bungalow, got big big piano.


Do I seriously look that rich? Speaking of look, how do one 'look' poor? Teach me, I could do with some tips.

(Maybe I should start going to teach in pasat shirts or something, then they won't haggle for cheaper fees. Heh.)

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Monkey see Monkey do

Feeling rather bleh, I dragged a friend out to Zouk yesterday night. After hanging at the bar and having a little too much to drink, I spied an empty table and so we sat down to rest our aching feet.

Yes, it's been a long time since I wore such high heels.

While we were cam-whoring, having a bit more to drink and giving ratings on looks for every guy who passed our table, suddenly, two ang-moh guys popped up and we invited them to joins us. (For awhile, anyway.) After some introductions and chatting, my friend and I slipped out to smoke, and while we headed towards the smoking area, suddenly, guys near us started trying to pick us up.

Huh?

While we were sitting at the table, the crowd was not particularly friendly to two single gals and after two ang moh joined us, we were different?

Defintely a case of monkey see, monkey do.

P.S We dropped those ang-moh guys anyway because they were being a little too 'friendly'. Typical.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Bah

Concussed at 12am yesterday, the next thing I knew, Joyce was calling me at 10.30 am. My piano lesson was at 10am. Furious with myself, I checked my alarm clock.

It got stuck at 4.30 am.

OH MY EFFING GOD!!!!!!

Yes, I feel terrible, for Joyce.

Shopping list: New batteries.


I'm sick and tired of people. Everyone is all the same, either they refuse to change their way of thinking, to accept that sometimes, just sometimes, what they see is not what they get, or, they think they are so right, they are blind to everything else, and last but not least, they have so much pride, every three sentences that they utter contains a sentence cloaked with contempt for you.

People, stop laughing at others and laugh at yourself.
Stop complaining about every little bit of your miserable life and tell others the funny bits of your life.

Fine, I'm getting too old to be nice.