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Saturday, April 23, 2005


Haiz. I'm becoming sian diao more and more easily these few days... Sorry to all the people whom have had to look at my black face during whatever lessons or co and such. 我就是提不起精神来, 不因为什么, 就这样而已...

Anyway on the way home today, just by myself on the bus (where I am most prone to wild thoughts and bouts of oversentimentality), I was listening to a particular radio station when I heard the 5566 song, 守候. I remember listening to it over and over again during chinese lesson, because of some song writing programme the school had organised, and how laoshi would play it because she liked it too, and she owned the 5566 cd of course. Thinking of times like that, when we did mindless things like watching mtvs in the classroom, played random games on the class computer or just stayed indoors during recess trying to catch up on homework or talk. I miss my secondary school class, well most of them anyway. My ex table mate can stay as far away as she wish. Life is much more bearable without her around.

Earlier in the morning, during co, I suddenly started missing my fellow batch dizi mates, namely ying ying, sab and xiwen. I miss the days when I could grab anyone of them to lian chang yin, lian xi qus, etc with. I miss the times when we had recess time "meetings" to talk about stuff, or how we'd give each other knowing looks during xiaozu when laoshi was around. I miss during xiaozu how they'd help to lian the juniors too, so that I could give my really red hands and/or the poor marker a rest. I miss the breaks or the periods before breaks, when everyone would just start lamenting about the sad state of their stomachs and how they were dying of hunger. Or the mornings of saturday practices, where juniors without fail, would ask that all important question of, "Where are we going for lunch?" at about 9 or 10 in the morning, barely an hour after co starts, maybe even earlier. Or maybe the juniors would start to remove their furry keychains from their didais and concoct random stories about koalas/people when miss chek wasn't lianning dizi. Or just stuff it down ger's jacket hood and wait for her reaction. =)

I miss those days, I really do.