March 8...

My first public piano "performance" for a special occasion.
Well worth the effort.
Not as scary as i thought.
As long as no music examiners are in the crowd to scrutinize my playing, i think i should do ok. Will look forward to other performance opportunities just to numb my soul of cowardice.

Another Self-Indulgent Moment...

Some find my blog entries funny. Some say they don't understand what i'm saying. Some say they enjoy reading it. Some say my blog is totally self-indulgent, in a silly (but good) way. Whatever it is, thank you for reading.
It's really the biggest form of flattery for someone who likes to write.
I know i write about ridiculous things at times, but i really have those weird images in my head and being able to translate those images into words...priceless... Ha...
Just realised that my blog is almost turning 3. Time really flies.
My memories all penned down, luckily.
For i'm getting more and more forgetful by the day.
Even the best moments fade with time.
So, thank you, Mr Blog inventor.

Honesty..for better or for worse?

My sis called it complacency. I called it being sleepy and lack of spatial awareness (as usual).

Point of contention: how i lousily manoeuvred the family car out of the parking lot and allowed it to "kiss" the left-hand tip of the car parked on my left.

I tell you, that "kiss" was so potent.

Such a strong caffeine booster that was: i made me turn from deadlog sleepy the previous second to super alert the next.

And the effect it had on the heart: capable of inducing cardiac arrest.

I tell you, if my heart raced any faster, i would have breathed my last that very second.

My breathing quickened. My mind turned blank for a minute.

Got of the car. Looked that the war-torn region.

Enemy casualty meter: Fair amount of scratches. Definitely capable of aggression when the realisation of injury sinks in.

Casualty at own camp: Nothing. No! Wait! Superficial scratches observed over a spread of 15 cm in depth. Ahhhhhh!! Ouch!! Ouch!! Ouch!!! Damn painful!!! So painful that my heart aches.

My dad is going to kill me. It's not the first time i doodled something on the car (kinda accident-prone). School-going children all around me. Did they see it? Nobody's watching me. Should i sneakily pretend nothing happened and drive off? Afterall, the owner wasn't there. And i came home late last night so he couldn't have known who parked next to him.

No, no, no. I can't do that. I'll be cursing and swearing if somebody just did a hit and run on my car.

Drive off? Yes. No. Yes. No.

And so, the usual angel-devil tussle played up in my mind.

Being my angelic usual self (hahaha), i did the angelic (some would say, foolish) thing.

Wrote a note to the owner and left. Gonna be late for school.

I felt lousy the entire morning, waiting to hear from the owner. Totally prepared for his/her verbal assaults.

Then the pleasant thing happened: he didn't scold me at all. He was nice, to the point where i thought he might the one who scratched my car and i was waiting to hear an explanation from him. You get the gist. He said i was nice to leave my contact behind.

Anyway, eventually, i didn't have to pay for any repairs. Phew. What a total relief!!!

My sms went..went...

into the Black Hole...for the past 5 days...
so if i didn't reply to your smses, please don't think I've my nose up in the air...:P
But i think it's working now...i hope...