Missing Friends and Family//Choir
Some days, I just feel so alone in this room of mine. Coming home to a sisterless home is just weird in so many ways. I've learnt to get used to it, I suppose, though I had a crazy revelation yesterday. I went to Secret Recipe, and bought a slice of chocolate-banana cake. The second I saw it, I thought, "Wow, Mandy would like this..."
...And then I realised, "Crud, she's not even here."
Somehow, eating cake without having a sister to share it with is just different. The cake was delicious, but I couldn't help feeling that it would've been even more so if I'd have had Mandy with me. Note to self: Must buy a slice for her when she gets back.
Last night, I went for choir practice at FGA. I'd joined the Merdeka High Praise choir out of the blue, because Yee Ting asked me to, and because I'd been wanting to get involved for the longest time now. At first, I stayed in a corner, simply choosing to SMS my friends to shriek for help because I felt like an outcast. Thankfully, after a bit, Anna came over to talk to me. Not long after, Yee Ting came, and we talked for a bit before the ice-breaker began.
Yee Ting told me that Mandy'd told her to drag me into the worship team. However, Mandy'd told me that Yee Ting had evil plans to induct me into the worship team. Who's plan is it?! Haha, It doesn't really matter, actually. I'd love to be in the worship team, only, I really don't think I'm good enough at singing for it. I enjoy it, but what if my voice sucks? What if the singing competition disaster of 99' happened again? What if my singing brings an audience to silence, like in St. Joseph's?
I also met Ko at the practice. Nearly passed out. =P Can't believe I didn't notice him...
I kept singing the alto parts of the medley songs on the way home from school today. The CD was quite helpful; I especially enjoyed singing along in the alto parts when the normal songs were playing. I just hope I don't mess up and make a complete idiot of myself; I don't really think my voice is good, or even OK, but it's something that I can work on. I've always liked singing, and joining the choir was perhaps one of the best things that I could've done.
Also, it's -that- time of the month. I am feeling exceptionally thankful for that, because it hasn't been -that- time of the month for the past few months. My best friend's grand uncle's sister's daughter's cousin's great-grand-aunt visits only once in a while, and it's been worrying me for a long time now. However, this visit seems to see my (...please don't make me re-type that...) in the best and most robust of health, and she appears to want to stay a long time. Hopefully, she visits again next month. (For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm not about to explain any further..)
I got several friendster comments from Abir. I miss her. In fact, I miss a lot of my friends. It's just weird, being so far apart from them. We were at the CLS food fair yesterday, and I found myself reminiscing about the times we'd had in class, tormenting our teachers and studying our heads off. It was just so secure back then; the knowledge of never, ever having to miss your friends. Every single day, without fail, we'd be able to see those we loved. It was a priviledge then, only I never acknowledged it. Now that I realise it, I miss my friends all the more. Meeting Pn. Gurjeet made me wish that we were back at the top of our debating ladder. Seeing Sharmini (however you spell her name...) made me wish that all of us were together to scorn her behind her back, in her face.
Still, at least we're all still alive. I know we haven't seen the last of one another, and eventually, we'll get our reunion. I'll hold on tight to that.
~Emmy Cindy
...And then I realised, "Crud, she's not even here."
Somehow, eating cake without having a sister to share it with is just different. The cake was delicious, but I couldn't help feeling that it would've been even more so if I'd have had Mandy with me. Note to self: Must buy a slice for her when she gets back.
Last night, I went for choir practice at FGA. I'd joined the Merdeka High Praise choir out of the blue, because Yee Ting asked me to, and because I'd been wanting to get involved for the longest time now. At first, I stayed in a corner, simply choosing to SMS my friends to shriek for help because I felt like an outcast. Thankfully, after a bit, Anna came over to talk to me. Not long after, Yee Ting came, and we talked for a bit before the ice-breaker began.
Yee Ting told me that Mandy'd told her to drag me into the worship team. However, Mandy'd told me that Yee Ting had evil plans to induct me into the worship team. Who's plan is it?! Haha, It doesn't really matter, actually. I'd love to be in the worship team, only, I really don't think I'm good enough at singing for it. I enjoy it, but what if my voice sucks? What if the singing competition disaster of 99' happened again? What if my singing brings an audience to silence, like in St. Joseph's?
I also met Ko at the practice. Nearly passed out. =P Can't believe I didn't notice him...
I kept singing the alto parts of the medley songs on the way home from school today. The CD was quite helpful; I especially enjoyed singing along in the alto parts when the normal songs were playing. I just hope I don't mess up and make a complete idiot of myself; I don't really think my voice is good, or even OK, but it's something that I can work on. I've always liked singing, and joining the choir was perhaps one of the best things that I could've done.
Also, it's -that- time of the month. I am feeling exceptionally thankful for that, because it hasn't been -that- time of the month for the past few months. My best friend's grand uncle's sister's daughter's cousin's great-grand-aunt visits only once in a while, and it's been worrying me for a long time now. However, this visit seems to see my (...please don't make me re-type that...) in the best and most robust of health, and she appears to want to stay a long time. Hopefully, she visits again next month. (For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm not about to explain any further..)
I got several friendster comments from Abir. I miss her. In fact, I miss a lot of my friends. It's just weird, being so far apart from them. We were at the CLS food fair yesterday, and I found myself reminiscing about the times we'd had in class, tormenting our teachers and studying our heads off. It was just so secure back then; the knowledge of never, ever having to miss your friends. Every single day, without fail, we'd be able to see those we loved. It was a priviledge then, only I never acknowledged it. Now that I realise it, I miss my friends all the more. Meeting Pn. Gurjeet made me wish that we were back at the top of our debating ladder. Seeing Sharmini (however you spell her name...) made me wish that all of us were together to scorn her behind her back, in her face.
Still, at least we're all still alive. I know we haven't seen the last of one another, and eventually, we'll get our reunion. I'll hold on tight to that.
~Emmy Cindy