There goes my oath (to myself of course since those are the only ones that matter) of blogging everyday this whole week.. Being the brilliantly motivated strong willed self I managed to fail. After one day. Really I have a talent for procrastination. Honestly I deserve a medal. In fact the only reason why I'm writing this is because I'm sitting here in this restaurant (after having some yummy foodz of course) waiting for le mama to finish talking. I really should have blogged yesterday though.. both days have been surprisingly eventful (well by my no-social-life-at-all standards) though maybe I shouldn't be typing so much now as I'm afraid my mummy will take away my baby (aka my phone. Am I being an overly typical teen?). Speaking of which.. I woke up yesterday to find my iPhone lying on the floor, just casually charging. I could barely believe my eyes! I actually did that cheesy thing where I rubbed my eyes repeatedly and blinked several times.. Thank god I didn't pinch myself since that would have reached outstandingly high levels of lame/teen-chick-flick-movie. Anyway since then things have been really good! I managed to keep in contact with my friends and my mum has been really cool about it.. actually I remember going downstairs feeling really suspicious since it felt like everyone was being too nice.. briefly I considered the idea that my dog had died but then I realized that I didn't have one. Yes my mind is that brilliant.
It felt good to talk to my friends though.. while on one part it makes me wish I could have gone even more, it's pointless hoping otherwise when soon this green camp will be in the past and their adventures will be mere memories. (I'm feeling very deep right now. Stop complaining and absorb my words of wisdom! D:<)
Basically all of my spare time has been sucked away by reading historical romance novels (which are, since last summer when I read my first one, my guilty pleasure. But honestly, how can you not love them? I'm hooked.) and burying myself in their extremely improbable plot lines.. that and sleep. On top of that, I sleep about 14-16 hours a day. I feel like a three toed sloth. Come to think of it, I kind of look like one too. Though off the subject of my low (or rather non-existent self esteem)..
Today was actually an eventful, somewhat significant in my life kind of day. I AM OFFICIALLY A GRADUATE. Mind you it's a music school. On the primary level.
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Shush. Don't mock my pride. I feel like I fully deserve it. I have kind of grown to love piano. I mean I never hated it but it was more of something I was forced to do. And much like all of the teenage population, whenever I'm made to do something, I develop an inexplicable dislike to it. But this was my last year and I can honestly say, by far my best - I made new friends, grew to love piano and even made peace with the piano teacher who always scared me! (You recall from previous posts.. I now understand all the shouting with spurred on by love and devotion.) She's actually a darling lady! I mean so many things have changed this year (some personal, some not) but my new love for classical (in the general term, not just the era) music, piano.. It's rather bizarre but amazing at the same time :3
BACK TO THE SUBJECT! Sorry I get distracted extremely easily. I have the attention span of a dog. With ADHD. In a toy store. While a sexy ass dogette is bouncing about making flirty faces at me.
Oh wait, what was I talking about?
JK. Though I do tend to ramble on and talk for ages.. I apologize beforehand for that! Now the graduation. As the principal (a friendly, stocky man who seems to be in possession of only one red suit... that of 5 copies of the same red suit) gave out our certificates he tried to make small talk (and occasionally awkward jokes which set the female teachers (and the skinny overly enthusiastic vice principal lady) into loud, boisterous laughter) with each and every student. I, being extremely prone to panicking, was horrified at the concept of answering questions on stage, let alone with everyone watching! Needless to say, I ended up appearing like a socially incompetent ninny. Yay me.
But alas, my worries were not behind me! I had yet to play a piece on the fortepiano! (I don't know why I changed to old English back there..) The whole time the other students played, I was squirming in my seat, wringing my hands together, trying to decide whether it would be easier to escape through the window or the ventilation pipe. When it was finally my turn, I got on stage, managed a feeble grimace (did I mention I get flustered very easily by crowds?) and sat down at the piano. And played. Before I knew it I had reached the final closing bars! It felt like the time had flown by without me knowing! For a moment I thought I'd missed a page but I was so sure I didn't, and that was when I realized that despite my heart racing throughout the whole performance (and about 15 minutes before and after) it went well. I ACTUALLY PLAYED WELL! When I realized, I was actually bursting with pride.. it was a good way to end the year and I'm kind of glad my piano teacher forced me into it..
Afterwards my parents took me celebrating to a small Vietnamese Thai and Sushi place (don't even ask) and I nommed on food.. needless to say it was rather delicious. Then again I adore Asian food, so it was no surprise that I ate all of my maki in less than a minute (which couldn't have been good for my digestive system).. And then I got home, showered and got to my blogging.
Not that any of you really cared about that.
Not that there is anyone there reading this.
But I still like blogging - I am one of those people who make revision notes presentable and with illustration in case someone happened to read them. It only made sense that if I were to make a journal type thing I'd make it presentable enough to show the world. That is of the world wanted to look.. d:
Then again, if suddenly flocks of people started reading (hah, as if) I would actually be forced into blogging on a regular basis and somehow I have a feeling that won't ever happen, regardless of the number of readers d:
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