Sunday, September 29, 2002

Well here i am again, stuck back to the tried-and-tested-and-dreaded "56K" narrow-band connection. Everything works here, my yahoo doesn't throw tanturms and decides to ban me from sending mail, my blog doesn't decide to throw the car-keys out of the window by not letting me update the site, but at the same time i can't stand the blardy wait for things to load OR download here...... i suppose that's how things go when u've got a taste of blood - i mean broad-band. But when i think of it, i wonder why my life is the way it is now. Yeah staying hostel beats travelling everyday. HELL yeah. But then i miss my bed at home. But i have to rush home every weekend to go for a piano class. Fair enough. Point is i'm doing it coz my mum wants me to. Her logic is that after getting this far not having a diploma title is giving up when the finish line is in sight. Did it ever occur to her the barb wires and mines and trigger-happy snipers and machine gunners standing by the racetrack all the way 100 metres before the finish line? Staying at hostel gives me next to no chance to practice at all, and considering the amount i pay a month for piano fees, i'd hope to finish this up by the next examination slot in June/July 2003. But at the rate i'm going, i'd be happy to not get thrown out IF i do go for the exam. If i take the slower route, i end up paying A LOT more for the same thing, but at the same time i'm not sure i'll make it at all since this is after all my first and so-called honeymoon year of my uni life. So if now when everything is all rosy and prissy(apparently), how the heck do i accomodate an additional piano burden in year 2 onwards and at the same time try to make the money paid for it count? No i don't hate piano, neither am i growing a dislike for it at all. I love it. On one hand i'm not ready to die for piano, neither do i want to give it all up. I'm more than happy to put it aside for a while, then come back all guns blazing. Tell that to my mum.

[ Green Day - She ]

She, She screams in silence
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind
Waiting for a sign to smash the silence
With the brick of self-control

Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

She, She's figured out
That all her doubts were someone else's point of view
Waking up this time to smash the silence
With the brick of self-control

[In this case its a He] DUH

Moving on, I watched The Bourne Identity just now. Pretty enjoyable action movie, tho i'd say it was essentially a simple story that the makers tried to tell in a complicated fashion. And(for those who watched it) ooh, i didn't know Jason Bourne was trained in hair-dressing too. Bet he didn't remember that either. My dad initially wanted to watch The Tuxedo, tho there wasn't any earlier show so my dad gave in and watched Bourne Identity instead. I'd have thought Tuxedo'd be a MUCH sillier movie albeit a better movie for a good laugh. Just for the record, i think Jennifer Love Hewitt would've been a much hotter babe. In case any of you were wondering, the girl in Bourne Identity is Franka Potente, so yes, her accent is real, not Jacky Chan I-am-Clarke-Devlin-I-am-very-popular idiotic-poser-fake. But damn, i didn't know a mini could drive like that. I want a mini too. *wail* I want a Mini Cooper S..... *wail x 2*

Dr@n|xX at 12:44 AM