maybe age has caught up with me, been feeling like a dead fish lately . . Must be due to school~ currently just wanna have umpteen rest at home to charge myself before classical and hm u training resume. I was not exactly lazing at home. infact i was quite busy. reading . . newspaper, anne tyler's book + learning korean while removing my bowels. and just learnt to play a new song, "Andante", from my sister over the weekends. A nice short delighting piece. just grow fonder practising on the piano, longer, and the fee is, a longer nap after. a more fulfilling life with lesser ponders isnt it?
Yeah i thought people (should)learn all the times despite not having lessons in the classrooms. The world is moving at such a pace that everyone is looking better, having much more knowledge and skills . .Things which used to be rare are a dime a dozen now. Its so wrong, there must be something significant to distinguish one from another in this society, apart from appearance-wise. jus dont want to be part of the shallow chinless wonders since theres already way too much of them out there . . gotta pull up my socks!
Anw, while i was blogging this . . i had no idea how e cockroach manage to sneak behind the pencil holder on the desk since my room is usually pest-free. & my darn beloved bro was not at home when he was needed the most. Suddenly i felt the importance of a male's in the house . . And it really felt quite ill to hold a cardboard and tissue in both your hands, preparing for an attack if your opponent makes any moves. "Unintentionally, i think i gave it a name. The first name is Zhang Lang, the last is Si." This lasts for around half an hr before my dad reached home & came to my rescue. You dunno how relieved i was then . . and when my dad let the cockroach slipped through, my heart sank to the seabed immediately. It marked a battle lost, between the cockroach & me, leaving me to sleep, deeply mentally-wounded.
Yeah i thought people (should)learn all the times despite not having lessons in the classrooms. The world is moving at such a pace that everyone is looking better, having much more knowledge and skills . .Things which used to be rare are a dime a dozen now. Its so wrong, there must be something significant to distinguish one from another in this society, apart from appearance-wise. jus dont want to be part of the shallow chinless wonders since theres already way too much of them out there . . gotta pull up my socks!
Anw, while i was blogging this . . i had no idea how e cockroach manage to sneak behind the pencil holder on the desk since my room is usually pest-free. & my darn beloved bro was not at home when he was needed the most. Suddenly i felt the importance of a male's in the house . . And it really felt quite ill to hold a cardboard and tissue in both your hands, preparing for an attack if your opponent makes any moves. "Unintentionally, i think i gave it a name. The first name is Zhang Lang, the last is Si." This lasts for around half an hr before my dad reached home & came to my rescue. You dunno how relieved i was then . . and when my dad let the cockroach slipped through, my heart sank to the seabed immediately. It marked a battle lost, between the cockroach & me, leaving me to sleep, deeply mentally-wounded.
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The adhorred winner of the week.
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