Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Wow, I haven't blogged in forever. Ah well. This is what happens when your parents put your laptop into their room and chase you out by 11pm.
I would like to complain more about this. I like my laptop being in my room. I can use it without disturbing anyone until 1pm. My phone will be charging right beside me, and I'll be able to see messages earlier. I can play my DBSK music on the speakers and it's ok. I can blog, go on Youtube, Facebook blah blah blah.
I realise I'm a complain queen. It's scary really. And manifest in various areas. For example, I kept on complaining today during PE because we had to do the whole road run. (by the way, I intend to get sick and get an MC.) I managed to complain about the synthetic field rubber in my shoe, the sun, the distance, my cough, my stitch, the stupid run, the teachers, the slope, the fact that we'd be late for bio again......
The previous Friday, last day of chocolate sales, I complained about my ENTIRE DAY to Conana. I mean, I didn't mean to, but I managed to find something about each period to complain about. Seriously:
- Forgot Duchess of Malfi text for Lit.
- Late for Math. GC doesn't work. Stupid probability revision so wrong.
- Comprehension test for GP, including AQ.
- Falling asleep in Lit lecture. Didn't know notes were available, not enough for us.
- Don't understand what's going on in Chem tutorial.
- Goes to choir-chocs booth. First thing Conana and Kai Jun say is that I look pale.
Good grief. I'm sure I'm thankful for many things. Like the pretty successful chocolate sales. And the sudden 700% increase in DBSK songs thanks to Rongrong (thanks!). But it's a hundred times easier to complain. We're a dissatisfied lot, humans.
Ms Lim said the girls' sound is awful. Argh. So we have to cross the road to listen to the other side. I'm sure they're better than us. Even non-choristers are probably less airy. I'm starting to understand a little of what Ms Lim may be feeling. I'm stuck somewhere between irritation, helplessness and the beginnings of fear.
If we go to Italy and don't do well, it'll be really bad. Just imagine what my parents would say. What the school will think. What our morale will be like. Downhill from there, I say.
I don't see how non-Christian people can cope with this kind of nonsense. Don't you need some kind of hope in you? Like the song goes, "There's a God-shaped hole in all of us, and the restless soul is searching".
Anyways, for fun, I'm going to post the lyrics of the A Basque Lullaby. Hope we get to sing it.
Lullaby, lullaby, twilight is spreading
Silver wings over the sky
Lullaby, lullaby, fairy elves are softly treading
Closing buds as they pass by
Lullaby, lullaby, whisper and sigh
Lullaby, lullaby, deep in the clover
Drone the bees, softly to rest
Lullaby, lullaby, close white lids your dear eyes over
Mother's arms shall be your rest
Lullaby, lullaby, whisper and sigh
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