.Thursday, July 23, 2009 ' 11:24 PM Y
;all the things i'll never say.
A broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise.
Psalm 51:17
yes yes yessss! will you look at that! that - being me. cos i like, came out of my piano exaaaaam unscathed. *looks down to doublecheck* HELLLLL YESSS!- what was i thinking; really? that i'd get blown to bits? i don't think so. i feel hysterically happy right now. and upset at the same time. is it possible? discuss.haha; sorry- sounds abit like a cranky history/geog/la essay, does it not?anyhoohs, my pooooint is; i got this awesomely nice guy as my examiner. like, nice x hundreds of hundreds. ((: a bit like Santa Claus :D oh dearree me; i aaaaadore santa and xmas! O__Oso yeah; i tell you i was positively shakin' with fear before the exam; as well as some other side effects of fear that i am not gonna type here. and whatever is goin' through your mind now; is probably wrrroooong! :Xso yeah; he was soooooo nice :D so when i went in; the fearrrr totally poofed! woohoo! (: that; and the result of non-stop praying (: i know; i had tons of people praying hard for me today- like my mommie and stuff(:okay. here's the upset bit- i'm serious. now know that this hurts/me/so/much/to/actually/see/it/being/written/in/words. *mmmmghghf* okay. now that the strangled, muffled cry is over; i can continue.dangaye; it's over! piano lessons! bloooooody helll. now you must know, i thought i'd be ecstatic to finish up my grade 8 and be done with exams and exam pieces and well; all things examination-wise. but who'd knew.i'm moping in half-hearted misery now.
so whut does this mean for me- no more piano lessons at 5 every saturday? the routine i've been doing for the past 7 years?? no more miserable exams, exam pieces and well; all things examination-wise? i can't believe i;m actually saying this; but-i'm gooooonna miss all those! O__Olike, i feel sorta empty& hollow now. oh! oh ohhhh oh hey! O: but i'm still playin' hymns and stuff for church- so hey! that actually evens everything out O: like, i will continue playing because i have a purpose! (: this is so cooooool- i started out the post with questions and dipshits; and now i have a solution. sorta. so okayy. but i'm wondering; if another dude; let's call him Poob. so Poob the Another Dude sits for his grade 8 like moi; when he's fourteen. and he doesnt play hymns and what not for churchie. so? what does Poob the Another Dude do now?! if he has a schedule like a normal-ish student, chances are he will hardly even glance at the piano; much less touch it. uhhuh? so Poob the Another Dude would have learnt this painstakingly for 7-8 years ++ only to..stop after he's done? b/cos he's underage and unable to teach?hmm.well! who cares? nope. not me. that's Poob the Another Dude's probbie. let him sort his life up himself. alrighty. this is more of a celebratory post; i'll say. because i've been practising those songs for about a year and never agaaaaain! wooooooh!now i just hope the very, very nice examiner will gimme a very, very nice grade.pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!be polite right? you'll never know what can happen in cyberspace- he might just so stumble onto my blog.but you know; just sayin'.oh and just so you know; singin' songs on tagboards with complete strangers are surprisingly fun(: maybe after heytheredeliah, we could do 1,2,3,4. all for plain white t's classics :Dohkayish;pop champagne, people! live the life!XO's!oh baby, there's no me without you.
how do you love someone;
How do you love someone, without getting hurt,
How do you love someone without crawling in the dirt
So far in my life clouds have blocked the sun
How do you love,
How do you love someone
How do you love,
How do you love someone
I was always a chosen child,
The biggest scandal I became,
They told me I’d never survive,
But survival's my middle name
I’ve walked alone, hoping, just barely coping,
Getting it on, getting it wrong .
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i got guilty pleasure. hey-ho.