i cant move on still - how?
so i worked the whole week from sunday to friday and again tmr. after that, i wont be working.
i really havent been dedicating as much time on the black and white keys as i have promised myself after the grade four debacle.
there i was, the fresh 15 year old, stepping into a room filled with cold air and facing a bald, very thin(very R.E.M-frontman/moby - look-a-like) frenchman who would decide if i pass my grade four at all or not.
i was totally unprepared, on the night of the exam, i was still learning how to play scales on my own. i mean, there were some G-major/minor scales i had never ever practised and thought i had. i think i prayed that day.
my 1st two pieces were horrible, took my aural test as if i had someone searching for my balls to squeeze it(well they had to look for it since it already shrank due to the cold temp and my nevousness didnt help in relaxing my tenseness.)
i chose never to remember how badly i was at the sight reading test.
yet, the nice man told me at the end of everything that i should "keep up with the smile(and he smiles at me, i can never forget this)" and we talked about soccer? i think. in an examination room. oh god. he gave me a pass. barely. see, the passing mark was 100/150 and i got 100.
so today i went for the yamaha warehouse sale. sure. like i said, the warehouse was there but the sale wasnt, simply because EVERYTHING was sold on the 1st day. motif-6 (thousands over on the market) was selling at $600 i was told. argh.
decided to help out anwar and fizah(non-pms version.verry-non-pms version) with their job. in JURONG. so wakes up at 5.30 and reaches homes at 10. grrreat.
we prepaired 15,800. thats fifteen thousand and eight hundred pieces of letters to be sent out to SPC speedy care members. so now i know where mdm filza, mr halim and aaron aziz stays. all in pasir ris. hehhhh.
fizah was really enduring all the paper cuts she was having if she had any. words are indescribable on how fast she was compared to the rest of all. i bet the other one would whimp out immediately. :p
after reading someone's blog, i have to say hotels aint that hygenic too, in the preparation of foods, only the quality of food makes the difference. like i said to someone ive already forgotten, its ppl like us who actually make 5-star hotels on par with 4-star hotels. sad thing is that only we know what we do. so dont really go to hotel buffets on public holidays, coz the workers would be so tired you wont know if the stuff you're eating have already been tasted by dozen of people who have extraordinary skills to refurbish/redesign the food plate.
film sound and video diploma is something id loooooveeeeeeeeeeee to enroll in.
then again lasalle's courses seems so much more funner. but at $1.5k per semester, id be strangling my parents if i were to be the 2nd in the family in lasalle.
oh my. im starting to really turn into a couch potato. dont ask me how many days ive fallen asleep with the plate on the chair and my hands unwashed from the nights dinner. i can only say i work hard in the day selling nothing.
was curious and went to sadiq's blog. totally made me feel full with guilt with his preaching. he'll make a good imam one day. he will i say. HE WILL!!!!
i really havent been dedicating as much time on the black and white keys as i have promised myself after the grade four debacle.
there i was, the fresh 15 year old, stepping into a room filled with cold air and facing a bald, very thin(very R.E.M-frontman/moby - look-a-like) frenchman who would decide if i pass my grade four at all or not.
i was totally unprepared, on the night of the exam, i was still learning how to play scales on my own. i mean, there were some G-major/minor scales i had never ever practised and thought i had. i think i prayed that day.
my 1st two pieces were horrible, took my aural test as if i had someone searching for my balls to squeeze it(well they had to look for it since it already shrank due to the cold temp and my nevousness didnt help in relaxing my tenseness.)
i chose never to remember how badly i was at the sight reading test.
yet, the nice man told me at the end of everything that i should "keep up with the smile(and he smiles at me, i can never forget this)" and we talked about soccer? i think. in an examination room. oh god. he gave me a pass. barely. see, the passing mark was 100/150 and i got 100.
so today i went for the yamaha warehouse sale. sure. like i said, the warehouse was there but the sale wasnt, simply because EVERYTHING was sold on the 1st day. motif-6 (thousands over on the market) was selling at $600 i was told. argh.
decided to help out anwar and fizah(non-pms version.verry-non-pms version) with their job. in JURONG. so wakes up at 5.30 and reaches homes at 10. grrreat.
we prepaired 15,800. thats fifteen thousand and eight hundred pieces of letters to be sent out to SPC speedy care members. so now i know where mdm filza, mr halim and aaron aziz stays. all in pasir ris. hehhhh.
fizah was really enduring all the paper cuts she was having if she had any. words are indescribable on how fast she was compared to the rest of all. i bet the other one would whimp out immediately. :p
after reading someone's blog, i have to say hotels aint that hygenic too, in the preparation of foods, only the quality of food makes the difference. like i said to someone ive already forgotten, its ppl like us who actually make 5-star hotels on par with 4-star hotels. sad thing is that only we know what we do. so dont really go to hotel buffets on public holidays, coz the workers would be so tired you wont know if the stuff you're eating have already been tasted by dozen of people who have extraordinary skills to refurbish/redesign the food plate.
film sound and video diploma is something id loooooveeeeeeeeeeee to enroll in.
then again lasalle's courses seems so much more funner. but at $1.5k per semester, id be strangling my parents if i were to be the 2nd in the family in lasalle.
oh my. im starting to really turn into a couch potato. dont ask me how many days ive fallen asleep with the plate on the chair and my hands unwashed from the nights dinner. i can only say i work hard in the day selling nothing.
was curious and went to sadiq's blog. totally made me feel full with guilt with his preaching. he'll make a good imam one day. he will i say. HE WILL!!!!
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