Currently Playing: Yann Tiersen’s piano piece - Comptine D’un Autre Eté,
and accordion piece - La Noyee.
The man is a talented genius. Should he ever come down to Malaysia, I’d save up to pay big bucks just to listen to him play.
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I think my immune system’s crashed.
Either that, or I have the worst luck with executing what I’ve planned
out. It’s no secret that I procrastinate in the worst way possible, and
during the holidays I waste so much time it’s not even funny. But I was
determined to get a head start on studying for my final 3 papers next
week for a change, especially considering I won’t have much time
cramming, what with this semester’s workload to deal with as well. So
yesterday, I was all prepared to begin the studying obligations.
Only it didn’t happen, because I caught a high fever instead
and stayed in bed the whole day. I could feel myself burning up the
covers, the sheets, everything.
It was so unexpected because I woke up feeling like it was going to be
a good day. I don’t even know how it happened to begin with.
It’s
ridiculous, how sickly I’ve become. I feel like the frail, pale kid
who’s forced to sit out during PE games because I might trigger one of
my endless allergies and hurt myself playing, when all I’d rather do is
play rounders with the other kids instead.
I had to keep myself from resenting all the healthy people in the world yesterday, if only to remind myself this was His Test.
I just hope today’s going to be much better.
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She
caught up with me after class, grabbed my elbow, took me aside.
I looked at her questioningly, surprised by the suddenness, curious all at
once.
Sorry, said she. I want to say I’m sorry.
Sorry? I wondered.
Sorry? I said out loud.
I racked my brain, hurriedly trying to conjure up the events of the past few
weeks since I last saw her.
For what?
I know I haven’t been that good of a friend lately. It’s been ages since we
last spoke, talked even, and, well…I’ve been ditching you a lot. It isn’t that I mean to,
but I’ve been real busy and hope you understand. Please don’t be mad. I
really am sorry.
I blinked at her, confused.
You don’t need to say sorry for anything. You haven’t done anything wrong,
so no apologies required. If I was mad at you, I would’ve told you. Do I look
like I’m angry? I’m not even upset! No worries, ok?
She looked back, skepticism written all over her face.
Are you sure? Because I can never tell with you. Whenever you’re angry, you
don’t show it. You rarely do, almost never. You telan je suma. I just want to make sure we’re good. That our
friendship’s good. Are we good?
We’re good. We’re good. I assured her.
“You telan je suma.”
Well then.
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I don’t mind if most people do not appreciate music-sharing, or the fact that it takes a lot before I can give little gems on my playlist away. It isn’t that I’m selfish, but I need you to understand that I can get very personal with music, so giving them away is like giving away a sad memory or a childhood secret.
It’s a relief to know that the few I choose to music-share with are those who understand how this whole thing works, and willingly trade their own jagged pieces for mine.
Why I’m a little pissed though is because when I tried sharing this (read Currently Playing) which was way back in May, most didn’t really get it. Which was ok with me.
But when they hit airwaves recently and became a major hit, suddenly comprehension lands! Aih…didn’t I tell you they were going to make it big, big time?
Now I usually hate to do this, but the urge is too tempting to resist:
“I told you so.”
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And
so Italian Fabio Capello will be making his way to England as the next
man to take the helm of the English national football team after Steve
Mclaren’s exit.
After England’s disastrous failure at qualifying
for Euro 2008 (and this after being thrown a lifeline with Israel’s
unexpected victory over Russia, if you recall) by squandering their
chances at Wembley Stadium against Croatia, they can only go up from
here.
Capello’s been known for his no-nonsense tactics (so my
cousin says), so watching what changes he’ll bring to the team should
be interesting. The players are going to have to answer to The Don
himself. Habislah.
And yes, Liverpool are out of the Carling Cup with a 2-0 defeat to Chelsea. Aiya. Not a good week.
Enough said here.
