Friday, June 30, 2006
lost
Late night MSN chats with Sharon again. No, we don't actually bother with pleasantries or the mandatory "hello how's your day", i guess we believe those are helping words for people who don't actually have much to say to each other but would like to have a chat anyway. Hoho.
Most days, it's about music (and browsers and exercising and accusing each other "you're skinnier!" and "you're blind!" and "am not! you're delusional!" and the likes of it). Today was no exception. We actually started with an agreement to meet in school tomorrow -- i owe her ten bucks, she owes me Amelie. They're unrelated, however. Just like our conversation topics are usually non-relative but they transit from one to the other pretty smoothly, very fluid. Maybe we're nonsense like that.
The Cranberries. Tori Amos. Alanis Morissette. Sinead O'Connor. The Beatles. BeeGees. Lisa Loeb. Elvis. Michelle Branch. Jaci Velasquez. Sixpence None The Richer. Wilson Phillips. Just to name a few. Sharon loves Irish musicians (and their pretty pretty eyes, haha)
My only talent in music is in appreciating it. I'm horrible otherwise. I'd love to be able to learn and play a musical instrument. I learnt the harmonica for about six years in primary school, it's a school culture -- but i'll always be gasping for air everytime i tried to play it so i ditched it. Sad. Then we learnt the recorder all the way til Secondary Two and i thought recorders are uncool so i ditched it too. And i still can't read notes, or i think you call them scores. I have friends who play the tuba, the clarinet, the piano, the drums, the guitar, the trumpet, the cello... heck, my dad and sister play the saxophone! And then there are friends who can sing. Sing! If you can't play any gawddamn instruments, the least you can do is to sing! But hell i can't. At least that's what i think. Actually i think i can carry a tune quite well... this opinion is only valid when i'm deprived of sleep and thinks that the world is the safest place to live in. In short, i think i can sing as well as the toad next door.
Oh by the way, i used to live next door to this family whose then-teenage son will kill I Live My Life For You every... single... day. Torment. He was doing a Sylvester... unsucessfully, may i add. Oh, sweet torture. So when i was watching Primero(se Oil) performing on SI, it brought back "sweet" memories of my neighbour. I wonder what he's doing now. He's probably one of the SI rejects. HAHA!
Oh it's late. Bedtime!
I do not want what i do not have. But i'm missing it badly.
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fara // 00:19
lost
Late night MSN chats with Sharon again. No, we don't actually bother with pleasantries or the mandatory "hello how's your day", i guess we believe those are helping words for people who don't actually have much to say to each other but would like to have a chat anyway. Hoho.
Most days, it's about music (and browsers and exercising and accusing each other "you're skinnier!" and "you're blind!" and "am not! you're delusional!" and the likes of it). Today was no exception. We actually started with an agreement to meet in school tomorrow -- i owe her ten bucks, she owes me Amelie. They're unrelated, however. Just like our conversation topics are usually non-relative but they transit from one to the other pretty smoothly, very fluid. Maybe we're nonsense like that.
The Cranberries. Tori Amos. Alanis Morissette. Sinead O'Connor. The Beatles. BeeGees. Lisa Loeb. Elvis. Michelle Branch. Jaci Velasquez. Sixpence None The Richer. Wilson Phillips. Just to name a few. Sharon loves Irish musicians (and their pretty pretty eyes, haha)
My only talent in music is in appreciating it. I'm horrible otherwise. I'd love to be able to learn and play a musical instrument. I learnt the harmonica for about six years in primary school, it's a school culture -- but i'll always be gasping for air everytime i tried to play it so i ditched it. Sad. Then we learnt the recorder all the way til Secondary Two and i thought recorders are uncool so i ditched it too. And i still can't read notes, or i think you call them scores. I have friends who play the tuba, the clarinet, the piano, the drums, the guitar, the trumpet, the cello... heck, my dad and sister play the saxophone! And then there are friends who can sing. Sing! If you can't play any gawddamn instruments, the least you can do is to sing! But hell i can't. At least that's what i think. Actually i think i can carry a tune quite well... this opinion is only valid when i'm deprived of sleep and thinks that the world is the safest place to live in. In short, i think i can sing as well as the toad next door.
Oh by the way, i used to live next door to this family whose then-teenage son will kill I Live My Life For You every... single... day. Torment. He was doing a Sylvester... unsucessfully, may i add. Oh, sweet torture. So when i was watching Primero(se Oil) performing on SI, it brought back "sweet" memories of my neighbour. I wonder what he's doing now. He's probably one of the SI rejects. HAHA!
Oh it's late. Bedtime!
I do not want what i do not have. But i'm missing it badly.
fara // 00:19
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