Monday, June 12, 2006

我真的好累!!

隐隐约约, I can feel this stupid headache coming to me slowly but surely. Yesterday was like crazy, the headache was so bad that I actually felt nauseous quite a bit. Had to force my dinner down before I could take the panadol tablets. Yucks....nowadays, this is the symptom I get before my best 'friend' 降临 upon me every month. Its a damn painful symptom...

Yes, I'm also feeling quite quite tired, despite having slept at 8pm yesterday (but quite shiok arh!). The pressures of trying to excel in my 笛子 is really no joke. Andy has been piling a LOT of new exercises on me, and everytime before I can really master a particular technique, he would add on more difficult ones. The reason for his enthusiasm is that he will be going for his flute Masters course in Shanghai coming Sept. Hence, I would be without a teacher soon. Andy's been trying to find a new teacher for me, but its not a easy task as he commented that there's not a lot of really good 笛子 masters around in Singapore. He's now trying to get me to improve to a level where he can refer me to HIS teacher - the famous 詹永明. Yes, the one whose flute CD I've been listening to religiously nowadays. My first reaction? You SIAO arh!! How can I possibly come under such a good 师傅 within only 1 year of learning? There's so many basic techniques which I've not yet mastered!! I mean, I'm flattered Andy's even thought of this option, but come on lar, lets be realistic mah. Andy himself only came under Mr. Zhan's tutelage when he had achieved quite a outstanding level in 笛子already. Me? Dun even know what darn level I'm at now. I'm pretty sure I cannot do it, but Andy kept saying I can. I can meh? Its getting scarier and scarier.

Last week, my choir had our usual annual performance at this same place and around the same time of the year. The 2 days of rehearsal was rather horrible. First, we had to sing under the hot hot sun on Wednesday. All the pigmentation came out on my face liao....bleh! Then on Thursday, it was rain and rain and rain. Not drizzle hor, but the type with thunder and floods one. When we 难得 could find a rain-free moment to rehearse our song, the rain descended upon us not long after. Quite miserable actually. My nicely gelled hair!!! Sigh!

Luckily, I managed to enjoy some shopping moments last Saturday with my ex-room mate Corinni. Had initially planned to look out for the birthday gifts of the GUTS July babies. But we ended up shopping for our own stuffs...hee hee hee. But don't worry lah, we'll definitely get your presents. GSS period mah...best time to buy! And during dinner with Corinni, she asked about my current dating activities. This is sad, cos its rather empty now lar. I'm not quite so keen on SDU activities anymore, and the only 'dates' I get now are the guys whom my aunties and cousins kept pushing to me. But I'm actually quite grateful to them lah, cos it saves me lots of time looking for targets, and these dates should have at least gotten my relatives' 'approval' before they introduced them to me. So far, I've yet to meet any of them, but got send sms lar.

Actually, I had met this particular guy during one of my recent emcee jobs. He quite an eligible guy, nicely built, friendly and humourous, very pleasant looking and doesn't seemed attached also. But the only drawback? He's a Poly graduate, and his working rank is lower than mine, which means his salary might be lesser than mine lar. I used to think that a husband should earn more than the wife. It solves a lot of problems, both emotionally and practically. But when someone whom you had known as a friend first (and not as a 'target' during those SDU gatherings) becomes someone whom you have a liking with, a lot of the usual rules do not seem to apply leh. Its a bit 懊恼, and it kinda upsets my system of reasoning. But of course, nothing actually happened and we somehow lost contact after we finished hosting the event. But it was fun while it lasted. The bantering, joking, kidding around, and plus what I would say, a leeeetle bit of flirting too. Real interesting. Hmmm....

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