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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Becca is lazy.
I see that my fellow blog-ster. Heng Hui Ting has left the internet in an attempt to write a physical record of her life. Lets hope it doesn't last, or we'll loose our semi-daily newsfeed from her... =(
Yesterday I went for the NTU Concert, based on Hairspray. And it was kinda sad because the person behind me had a sore throat and was trying to imitate the choir members, but only succeeded in sounding like a constipated toad. If toads had constipation. And sang horribly out of key.
They group behind me were so annoying, repeating the song name "Bartok" mainly because its pronunciation resembles that of a part of the human anatomy. The retards were whispering conspirationally in an attempt to sound semi-intelligent, but failed completely as my opinion on whatsoever mental capability they had plummeted downwards.
But I liked the first part, the singing part quite a bit more than the musical. The alumni choir was fantastic, surpassing the actual one; though probably attributed to their larger amount of experience. And they wore gorgeous red and black clothing, even the guys... There were like 7 sops and 5 altos, but they still managed to sound beautiful.
The blending and pitch was perfect, and they moved rather in sync as well.. The musical, however, disappointed me because I expected it to be something like Melizzo with a little bit of plot, a little bit of acting, a little bit of dancing and a lot of singing. Hairspray was just a whole lot singing and dancing.
On a side note, I met up with lots of choir members who were like, "Why are you here?"... -.- And Wendy completely forgot that I was in choir, eventhough she was my section head. It must be lovely to be invisible. Or something.
Then again, I think the entire concert was better than staying in the hostel. I did get to hear some lovely choir singing, although punctuated by annoying croaks from behind me.
Huh.
I went running this morning, trying to ensure that I was still fit. And I ran one fricking round around the hostel and gave up. I think it was about 1km++ only. My stamina has dwindled to something non-existent. 0_o
But after the running, had breakfast and hung out with the canteen where it was quite fun talking with M'sian/Indons/Cambodian(s)... We were like singing songs from each others' countries. Okay, more like THEY were singing songs and I following when I recognized them. I really didn't know Indonesia had Siti Nurhaliza songs, or that they were so popular. The only Indon song I know is Peterpan's Mungkin Nanti and erm.. the other guitar-y song.
I also get to practice Malay with them, which is the only time I probably will ever speak Malay.
Which brings me back to last year. I believe I haven't actually recounted what exactly happened in school when I visited KB. It was...
Civic Teacher: Siapa kamu? Me: Pelajar sini. Civic Teacher: Betulkah? Bila kamu datang? Me: Hari ini. Civic Teacher: Kamu belajar di mana sekarang? Me: Singapura. Omar: Geylang, cikgu. Me: Ya, ya. Geylang. Civic Teacher: Betulkah? Me: Belajar menjual diri. *semi-chaos ensues*
Wow. I actually feel guilty for doing that now. Hm.
SORRY FOR MY LIMITED VOCABULARY. I NOTICE that I've used the words "and" and "anyway" too often for my entries to be relatively comprehensible!
9:28 AM
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Becca is lazy.
I see that my fellow blog-ster. Heng Hui Ting has left the internet in an attempt to write a physical record of her life. Lets hope it doesn't last, or we'll loose our semi-daily newsfeed from her... =(
Yesterday I went for the NTU Concert, based on Hairspray. And it was kinda sad because the person behind me had a sore throat and was trying to imitate the choir members, but only succeeded in sounding like a constipated toad. If toads had constipation. And sang horribly out of key.
They group behind me were so annoying, repeating the song name "Bartok" mainly because its pronunciation resembles that of a part of the human anatomy. The retards were whispering conspirationally in an attempt to sound semi-intelligent, but failed completely as my opinion on whatsoever mental capability they had plummeted downwards.
But I liked the first part, the singing part quite a bit more than the musical. The alumni choir was fantastic, surpassing the actual one; though probably attributed to their larger amount of experience. And they wore gorgeous red and black clothing, even the guys... There were like 7 sops and 5 altos, but they still managed to sound beautiful.
The blending and pitch was perfect, and they moved rather in sync as well.. The musical, however, disappointed me because I expected it to be something like Melizzo with a little bit of plot, a little bit of acting, a little bit of dancing and a lot of singing. Hairspray was just a whole lot singing and dancing.
On a side note, I met up with lots of choir members who were like, "Why are you here?"... -.- And Wendy completely forgot that I was in choir, eventhough she was my section head. It must be lovely to be invisible. Or something.
Then again, I think the entire concert was better than staying in the hostel. I did get to hear some lovely choir singing, although punctuated by annoying croaks from behind me.
Huh.
I went running this morning, trying to ensure that I was still fit. And I ran one fricking round around the hostel and gave up. I think it was about 1km++ only. My stamina has dwindled to something non-existent. 0_o
But after the running, had breakfast and hung out with the canteen where it was quite fun talking with M'sian/Indons/Cambodian(s)... We were like singing songs from each others' countries. Okay, more like THEY were singing songs and I following when I recognized them. I really didn't know Indonesia had Siti Nurhaliza songs, or that they were so popular. The only Indon song I know is Peterpan's Mungkin Nanti and erm.. the other guitar-y song.
I also get to practice Malay with them, which is the only time I probably will ever speak Malay.
Which brings me back to last year. I believe I haven't actually recounted what exactly happened in school when I visited KB. It was...
Civic Teacher: Siapa kamu? Me: Pelajar sini. Civic Teacher: Betulkah? Bila kamu datang? Me: Hari ini. Civic Teacher: Kamu belajar di mana sekarang? Me: Singapura. Omar: Geylang, cikgu. Me: Ya, ya. Geylang. Civic Teacher: Betulkah? Me: Belajar menjual diri. *semi-chaos ensues*
Wow. I actually feel guilty for doing that now. Hm.
SORRY FOR MY LIMITED VOCABULARY. I NOTICE that I've used the words "and" and "anyway" too often for my entries to be relatively comprehensible!
