It is a disappointing Sunday.
I only saw 3/6 students today because some did not have the decency to inform me that they will not be coming.
Out of these 3 students, 1 came on time. Out of which the other 2 also took me for granted and did not bother to call me to inform me.
Out of these 3 students, 2 obviously did not practise. I took a break last week to concentrate on my exams, hoping they could at least do me a favour and work on the pieces I've given them 3-4 weeks back.
No. I wasn't granted that luxury of sitting back and enjoying a melody.
Are parents to walk all over me simply because I am but 20 years old, young enough to be their daughter?
Whoever said teaching piano is an easy job?
And I want my camera real soon. Its the hols!
(not to mention a new phone.)
Holiday trainings start real soon.
Please, let me love it again...
Thursday, November 24, 2005I only saw 3/6 students today because some did not have the decency to inform me that they will not be coming.
Out of these 3 students, 1 came on time. Out of which the other 2 also took me for granted and did not bother to call me to inform me.
Out of these 3 students, 2 obviously did not practise. I took a break last week to concentrate on my exams, hoping they could at least do me a favour and work on the pieces I've given them 3-4 weeks back.
No. I wasn't granted that luxury of sitting back and enjoying a melody.
Are parents to walk all over me simply because I am but 20 years old, young enough to be their daughter?
Whoever said teaching piano is an easy job?
And I want my camera real soon. Its the hols!
(not to mention a new phone.)
Holiday trainings start real soon.
Please, let me love it again...
I recall a time where someone, somewhere in my life back then, turned away from a hug.
Thank goodness I don't have to go through that dejected feeling again. Thank you for the company, and the comfort.
We are all weary from the exams. Only five papers and we're all driven crazy. Makes me wonder how we survived our O levels. Oral exams, paper 1, paper 2, perhaps some even paper 3...for each of those eight subjects. That's like...perhaps about some 15 papers approximately. *shudders*
2 weeks of exercise have transformed my muscles into flabs. Eeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm serious. Just 2 weeks and I can't balance on my gym ball for that long anymore. 2 weeks and I can't do leg lifts with the gym ball anymore.
Quick let it be over soon. I have wakeboarding and cable skiing trips all planned and I'm ready to ride. Maybe not quite so ready since my muscles have decided to hibernate. Wellll, I have trainings.
Five more days.
Hang in there.
Monday, November 21, 2005Thank goodness I don't have to go through that dejected feeling again. Thank you for the company, and the comfort.
We are all weary from the exams. Only five papers and we're all driven crazy. Makes me wonder how we survived our O levels. Oral exams, paper 1, paper 2, perhaps some even paper 3...for each of those eight subjects. That's like...perhaps about some 15 papers approximately. *shudders*
2 weeks of exercise have transformed my muscles into flabs. Eeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm serious. Just 2 weeks and I can't balance on my gym ball for that long anymore. 2 weeks and I can't do leg lifts with the gym ball anymore.
Quick let it be over soon. I have wakeboarding and cable skiing trips all planned and I'm ready to ride. Maybe not quite so ready since my muscles have decided to hibernate. Wellll, I have trainings.
Five more days.
Hang in there.
This exam period has made its mark on me - in the form of pimples, ulcers and a swollen lump in my throat due to heatiness.
*grumbles*
At least the weather made it perfect to study and to catch my dosage of sleep. Its been raining every night - nice and cooling..just like natural air-con.
Perrrrrrfect. :)
But it had better not be this "cool" when I plan to go wakeboarding though.
And its back to my books after one minute's worth of blogging.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005*grumbles*
At least the weather made it perfect to study and to catch my dosage of sleep. Its been raining every night - nice and cooling..just like natural air-con.
Perrrrrrfect. :)
But it had better not be this "cool" when I plan to go wakeboarding though.
And its back to my books after one minute's worth of blogging.
"Girl, you are always too sensitive lah. Stop crying over small things can?"
Sorry mum, can't do that.
Friday, November 11, 2005Sorry mum, can't do that.
Finally all the term reports are over. About high time, I reckon. Its time to get down to proper studying before the exams. Sigh. 3 weeks worth of them all. 29th November ends it all and I'm disappearing off to wakeboard and do whatever I can before the holidays training start again.
I had a great Thursday night.
Soaring along the roads at night, its a pity I couldn't capture it all on a camera.
Wind-blown hair, flushed cheeks, aching thighs and a slowly-numbing butt.
Taxis whizzing past us dangerously, adrenaline rush within me.
With my good ol' bike who has brought me everywhere in Singapore.
With my favourite companion.
Let's do it again sometime.
Night cycling to West Coast, passing by Pandan Loop, back to NUS to eat, to town, and back.
Just got my IHG trainings and my IVP trainings. I'm either gonna lose weight, or I'm gonna spend my free time sleeping.
A quick peek:
Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays - hockey
Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays - floorball.
Spattered here and there - handball, track, maybe soccer.
And its time to hit the books!
The storm has blown over. The rain has ceased.
But it is still not sunny. Because I remember the rain, and the wind.
Lyrical hunger lead me to those archives.
Writings I delighted in.
The writings that bring me back to the twilights.
A smile plays around my lips.
Tantrum thrown, acceptance in my heart begins, ever so slowly.
(but surely.)
Now I yearn for the piano, to play my silent music upon.
Thursday, November 03, 2005But it is still not sunny. Because I remember the rain, and the wind.
Lyrical hunger lead me to those archives.
Writings I delighted in.
The writings that bring me back to the twilights.
A smile plays around my lips.
Tantrum thrown, acceptance in my heart begins, ever so slowly.
(but surely.)
Now I yearn for the piano, to play my silent music upon.
Today is Hari Raya.
I'm sorry for not turning up. Simply because I wasn't allowed to go.
Another chance to meet up with a certain group of friends was missed yet again. Sometimes I ask myself why I missed out so many gatherings - each with an excuse of "My mum wants me home.", or "Sorry I've got stuff in school going on.", or "Sorry, but I got injured during training/whatever rubbish". After a while, these excuses seem kinda hollow, but I really couldn't help it.
I went all the way home just to have lunch with my mother because I thought it wouldn't be good for her to spend a public holiday alone. She thought I came back because I want to meet up with my friends in the East.
But I really wanted to do lunch.
I did not come back to get scolded.
Neither did I come back to eat dinner alone.
I did not come back home to get nagged at, to be your punchin' bag.
I'm sorry I fell asleep so near dinner-time. I was really exhausted.
I didn't know it was wrong to fall asleep.
I don't want to make you worry. I'm sorry I had to.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005I'm sorry for not turning up. Simply because I wasn't allowed to go.
Another chance to meet up with a certain group of friends was missed yet again. Sometimes I ask myself why I missed out so many gatherings - each with an excuse of "My mum wants me home.", or "Sorry I've got stuff in school going on.", or "Sorry, but I got injured during training/whatever rubbish". After a while, these excuses seem kinda hollow, but I really couldn't help it.
I went all the way home just to have lunch with my mother because I thought it wouldn't be good for her to spend a public holiday alone. She thought I came back because I want to meet up with my friends in the East.
But I really wanted to do lunch.
I did not come back to get scolded.
Neither did I come back to eat dinner alone.
I did not come back home to get nagged at, to be your punchin' bag.
I'm sorry I fell asleep so near dinner-time. I was really exhausted.
I didn't know it was wrong to fall asleep.
I don't want to make you worry. I'm sorry I had to.
Home cooked dinner tastes superb.
Not to mention, cooked by a mum who's such a darling.
:)
(just like home.)
Not to mention, cooked by a mum who's such a darling.
:)
(just like home.)