End of year concert

We always find it a shock how quickly time had passed us by upon the moment of glancing back. There was the first day of school, and then the Christmas concert (which marked the first time I sang on stage) and now the whole academic year’s over.

Awards were given out for the top student from each badge, and the most improved ones, too.

Unlike last year, this year I feel like I deserve it because I had worked hard enough.

We had to stand there and pose for about 30 seconds while wondering which camera to look at, until the smiles turned stale.

The concert was just awesome, a surprisingly large number of people turned up, filling the entire hall. The items performed were so much better than expected.

The Sorry Sorry crew. I heart them.

They were absolutely.amazing. Even if their dance wasn’t so good (it was excellent by the way), I would have given them an 8 out of 10 overall because they look good enough to eat.

I should wait for a better photo than this one, taken with a phone camera with all of them cramped into the side stage staircase waiting to go up. But I’m just too excited!

A group of cute boys in black and white tuxedos, complete with ties and bowties and ahhhhh!!! Definitely worth swooning over. I swear if they ever become famous, I’ll always be the very first fan.

I told Big Lou (the one in a full suit) he looked like he was going to get married.

Then it was our band’s turn.

We didn’t look as cool as they (sigh boys in tux) did, though I’m pretty sure we did just as well!

I think I’ll never get over the stage fright, but I can’t tell you enough how much more comfortable I was playing the guitar than I was singing. It felt a whole lot more cool, rocker-ish and contented, and I know the front person role just isn’t made for me.

From the left: Tien, Chau, Me, (second row) Thanh, Mike.

Both the shirt and tie were stolen borrowed from him.

You can’t see it, but mine white’s with little black polka dots and it’s so cute I don’t want to return it ever :(

I’m going to wait for better photos, because somehow all the photographs from my S5is turned out very noisy and crappy. Should have used the 450D.

Time to start making vacation plans!

the truth hurts

(Nice guitar, unfortunately not mine to own)

The truth hurts. The kind of hurt that overwhelms and strips your defenses, taking you completely by surprise.

You are at a loss, not knowing whether to be upset or frightened or hysterical. Whirlwinds of emotions wreck havoc in you and yet there you sit, drowning in the silence.

And then it gets worse when the truth starts to sink in, like lead in your heart. But hurt is good. Hurt is awakening.

I am strangely calm. I hope I will continue to be calm when I wake up in the morning.

Goodnight, world.

Hee.

I am sad.

P/s: how is the new template and header thing? I have also edited the About Me page, but watch out within the next couple of days for more changes and stuff added to the sidebar :)

The Hotel

The old hotel had been there for a long time, though nobody could tell just exactly how old it was. What remained of its signboard were a couple of broken neon-lights pieces, long forgotten. The blue coat of paint had also turned into a dirty grey and most of it had already peeled off, leaving only the bare reddish-brown wall to withstand the temperamental weather of Saigon.

Calling it a hotel might have been too fanciful a name, for all it seemed to be was an ordinary street house, only built several storeys too tall to be proportionate for its three metre width. As with many other hotels in this fast-paced city, it had been built as high as the authorities would allow.

Each floor had a single balcony with a couple of languishing green plants, placed only recently in a pathetic attempt to liven up the atmosphere, or perhaps to distract one’s eyes from the balcony’s handrail, whose whiteness had been tainted with time. Hidden behind the many glass windows were curtains in a pale shade of green with parsley prints. They were very old and unkempt, masked by a sheer layer of dust, which was what made people not want to touch them, though the occasional guest with a sensitive soul could tell that those hideously old-fashioned rags were once valuable assets to somebody who cared.

Walking past the old men of the neighbourhood gathering around for their weekly chess-and-tea session, one might overhear them saying that there had been a time when the hotel was a thriving business and the people who stayed, he clicked his tongue and shook his head slowly, the people who stayed came with shiny leather cases, and were very classy.

Photo log

1. School trip

What: school trip

Where: Mango Garden Resorts

Why: To bond with other highschool classes

Result: Fail.

Dressed according to group colors.

Far, far away..

Ended up bonding among ourselves instead, as usual. Daidee (?) anyone!

Food.

Hi Chau.

I was originally in a red t-shirt but had to get changed after all the games.

Hi Khang.

Hi Sperm Plant.

2. Sunday

Morning glamour.

My hair looks like those from the 80s, thanks to L’oreal Paris Hair Styling Gel.

Damn cool top from Desigual. You can find the store in Vivo City (at least I could 2 years ago or so).

Paired with a somewhatnude-colored micro skirt, dirty Converse and black opaque stockings.

After watching a movie and walking about 3 hours, we decided to go to the park.

So I got a new T-shirt and a pair of socks, pack the stocking and funky tee in and tadah, fresh and ready for a picnic.

Except it was raining and look what happened to my mascara and glam hair :(

A day beautifully spent with wonderful company.

Now, the accounting exam tomorrow…

Artsy craftsy experiment

Apparatus:

• Foliage (that preferably smells nice)
• Glue gun
• Cardboard
• Metallic Gold Paint Spray
• Faith and patience

Like a real photo frame, there’s a slot to change photos at the back, unlike the previous wall-post thing…

Hawhaw.

Footnote: It would have looked better with leaf foliage instead of this flower-and-godknowswhat one. But I’ve had this bottle forever and it doesn’t do anything much except taking up space.

Besides, after the paint has dried, the frame actually smells good!

“What I’m about to tell you is top secret. Do not tell my mother.”

Gawwwd watching the trailers gave me goosebump.

The movie is open in cinema tomorrow!!! Yes a teeny weeny bit slow but wtf who cares I’m gonna see it I’m gonna see it.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH.

P/s: been almost too years, folks.

consolation prize

Please bear with my blog theme inconsistency.

Suddenly it feels as if a door is slammed against my face, and there is nowhere to go.

The decision has pretty much been made. On better days I feel that I am strong enough to withstand everything and the lack of it. But on darker nights, there is no way out.

Last maths exam for the year tomorrow!