Sunday, February 11, 2007 ;
3:11 AM
When I was little, my dad asked me whether I wanted to learn the piano or the organ. Being the blur, not-knowing-the-difference I just repeated the latter. Session after session, I punched my little fingers, trying to keep up with the beat, my little legs stretching out to the pedals while my teacher would clap her hands to make sure I stayed with the beat. I learned how to play "Happy Birthday" and played that song on my 10th birthday. Me on the organ, complete with a white frilly dress and a tiara on my head. Corny yes I know, but I didn't know better. I swear.
I crossed over to learning the piano, because I felt at that time it was cooler to play the piano than the organ. Ever since I knew how to play it properly, it was my confidante. When I'm tired from school/work, I'd play some tunes. When I'm sad/lonely/angry, I'd play. When i'm bored, I'd play.
But please lah, dun think that my family appreciated my melodious tunes. Hahahaha, not that i'm resentful. My siblings would silently close my door when I started to play, cos they couldn't hear the TV.
But, I dun have a point to this part of the entry so I'm just gonna move on.
Let's see, oh yes, his birthday.
It's been a week since we celebrated his birthday. I wanted to indulge him in luxury hence we started out having a wonderful, sumptuous seafood dinner at Swensen's. The diner at VivoCity has a spanking new menu with really yummy food, a far cry from some branches I've been to.
Splurged on two really amazing shirts on him, he's looking good. The winner would be watching Apocalypto at the mall's GV GOLD CLASS.
Yeah, imagine this. Long, reclining velvet chairs, complete with a soft, warm blanket, a button to press for you very own waiter and amazing blue corn and tortilla chips. It was heaven, and we didn't want to leave, though it was already past midnight when the movie ended, and we had to work the next day.
No pictures, as you already know I'm not the type to snap each time I feel like it, and he was too immersed in the whole gold class thing that he didn't even remember to take photos! And that says a lot!
We wanna go again. Hee.
Some ramblings.
Each time I watch American Idol, I always hear some favourite lines coming from the contestants or their supporters. Here they are:
1) "I've been singing since I was a baby/4/5/6/7"
2) The moment he/she came out of my womb, melody started coming out from his/her mouth
3) I think I sounded great/amazing
4) I am the next American Idol because I'm unique
5) Please give me a second chance, this means the world/everything to me
Please lah, just because you've been singing since you were young, doesn't guarantee that your singing is great now. I can't believe how deluded these people are.
My hands are full with preparations at home. My plate's full with stuff at school. My girls are preparing for their competition up in March, and I'm filled with anxiety and worry. If they don't do well, I'm toast.
I promise I'm gonna put up more pictures. Promise, promise.
I dun even know if people are still reading my blog. Hah.
play it softly, so gently♥
