Wishful Thinking

I was thinking late last night, and I realized how little I have done with my life so far. So as I was drifting off to sleep, I made up a wish list of the things I want to do.

1. Go back to Calgary and see how everything has changed in the last eight years. I also want to see my old house. I heard the owners painted the door bright blue.
2. Stop thinking and worrying so much and do something spontaneously.
3. Yell at someone for pissing me off.
4. Be more confident with my flute playing. And be consistent. That way, I will play better when it actually counts. And then I will gain more confidence and consistency, and then things will go in a lovely circle.
5. Go wild in New York City.
6. Watch a horror movie. Preferably at the theater. I mean, I've already seen the Ring and I Know What You Did Last Summer. The Ring wasn't as bad as I thought.

Musicality

Lately, I'd forgotten about music. I simply lost my passion for it when summer started. Burned out, completely lost interest. In light of the events of the summer, I just gave up and never really practiced. I used to have a lot of ambition for my playing. I guess I felt dead and angry about it all. Now, I'm glad to say, I got it all back. I realized how important music really is. Its beauty calms you and relaxes you, or can excite you. Music stirs up emotions that you could never put down on paper.

Here's another poem I wrote on music. I wrote it a couple of months ago for that one English project on new crit.

A Note of Expression

I have never been
A talkative person
Never been able to talk through things
But music is my words

Calming, soothing, slow
Like the faint rustling of water
In a brook,
Its zigzag form
Telling me to slow down, stop
For at least a count

The solemn notes
Of sorrow
Slow moving melodies
Delicate tear drops on sheets

Relieving the upheaval of stress
Giving needed peace

Music
Is my expression

The Joys of Cantonese

Well, after rowing practice yesterday, I'm all sore again. I can hardly move. But after reading Harry Potter and listening to some nice music, I feel much better. Yang lent me the Les Choristes soundtrack, and that is beautiful music. But I think my capacity for understanding French has withered, because I only know understand the titles of the songs and a few words here and there. I also learned some Cantonese yesterday from my dad while we were TV shopping (TV busted. All we see now is a thin colorful line on a black screen). I can now recite my colors and can say some simple sentences. I'm proud of retaining at least some of it. Sadly, most of them revolve around food. And I sound like a kindergardener, saying stuff like 'I drink orange juice' with a horrible accent. And all the words sound the same to me, so I ended up saying once that I drink apple porridge. Whoops. Oh the joys of the Chinese language.

Creativity

I feel creative today, so I thought I'd post some stuff that I've been working on. I wrote a poem and I painted some, and I'm going to make another string of origami cranes to stick on my ceiling.

The Turtle

Slowly, creeping
Cautiously peering
Sticking its thin neck out
Of its high domed shell
Worriedly
Scared
Looking for acceptance
Pleading to no longer be an outsider
Praying to be welcomed back into the fold
Afraid that its' been too quiet
For too long

Is it too late?
Did it take too long to finally
Finally, slowly, get out of that shell?
To open up to the world?

No longer invisible, but still timid
No longer afraid to speak but still hesitant
Of what's in that heavily burdened head
Outgrown its shell
Tired of being slow
Of being left behind
It silently begs
Please hear me out

I wrote this at like one in the morning, but it felt appropriate for how I've been feeling lately.

This is the colorful blob I made a couple of days ago. It's not good of course, not like anything Yang's posted. But I thought I'd post it anyways, since I'm in a good mood. Tell me what u think. And you can be honest, I don't care if you tell me that's the worst thing you've ever seen in your life.

O Happy Day

Today I'm just happy! I haven't felt this way in a long time, actually. Probably not since the middle of June. I've been all melancholy and stuff. But it's a beautiful day, and I'm sipping a milkshake. (It's good, I wish you could all try it). I'm excited for life, and I've never had so much energy! Not to mention I got good AP/IB scores (except French, but that's ok) in spite of all my worrying. And I Finally got this huge weight off my chest. I got some courage, like Bryce in Flipped! Yay! Well, not really since I was never that stupid and didn't go as far as he did to fix things, but still. I said what I needed to. And I really do feel a lot better about things. So thanks to a certain friend for listen to me bumble out some anger and frustration yesterday on the phone. Let's just hope this good feeling lasts...

Dancing...Just What the Doctor Ordered

Although I still feel some pain in my back from rowing, it is considerably less than yesterday. I think the dancing helped. At least, it certainly helped me forget about it. So kudos to Yang and Anandi for setting this whole thing up. It was a blast! Took me a while to start dancing, but I started up in the end. It always takes me time to do these things; I think I'm too self-conscious. But once I get some caffeine in my system, that all goes away. Good food, good dancing, awesome company (even though quite a few never hit the dance floor), catching up with people, and running through the sprinklers was just what the doctor ordered to alleviate that rowing pain. Who would've thought rowing through grass would be that painful? But at least I'm not the only one with aches. I thought I'd be the only one, and if I brought it up, you guys would just chastise me for being a weakling.

Btw, Triveni, if you want to complain about your parents making you leave early, you can always talk to me, as I know exactly what you're feeling. My dad was trying to make me come home early just so he could sleep, and was trying to make me feel guilty, but he didn't sleep until 12:30, meaning I could've stayed for the whole party. How's that for ridiculous?

The View From My Window

Sometimes, I guess you just need to look at life from a different angle. After being so frustrated with myself, I took a good look out my window. And I saw how peaceful it was here. We trimmed the poor tree that used to overwhelm and completely shadow my window so now I can look down and actually see below. It's a nice view, and I can still see the tree and the birds and stuff. I think it gave me a new perspective. To COOL it. (There you go, Josh. Happy?) I feel all happy again. And reading Flipped helped, even though I should be reading 100 Years. You guys are right, it is good. I'm about half way done. I wish I had the courage of Bryce when he finally talked to Juli about the eggs. Then I could tell a certain someone all my feelings... actually, then I could pretty much tell everyone how I really feel. I'm not exactly the most open person, am I? But I've decided to change that. Starting tomorrow. Or Monday. Weekdays are always better to start new things.

Anyways, I decided to follow in Yang's footsteps, and paint. Only I'm not much of an artist. It just ended up as a big ugly colorful blob. :( I'd post it here and get your opinions, but I'd embarrass myself. So for now, I'll just have to sit and admire Yang's wonderful art, and be jealous.

Hope everyone's enjoying themselves. Once everyone gets back (whenever that is, I can't remember) I figure we should all hang out at my house, since I never invite you guys anywhere. Oops! With any luck, I'll see some of you tomorrow, armed with broomsticks. If any little kids see us, they're going to think we're a group of witches, learning (and failing) how to fly.

Disconnected

I just feel lost today. Like I'm floating around the earth, not connected to anything. And in truth, I guess I'm not. I have no religion, I can't connect to my heritage, I can't even speak Chinese! I guess I don't really know who I am right now. I feel forgotten, lost, ignored. I feel like I have no past. I know nothing about my relatives, and no one over there bothers to tell us anything. I feel so disconnected from the world, like I'm just an invisible observer or something. I don't understand anything, either. Why do such awful things have to happen, like London? What is up with me and the world? I guess we will never know.

Ta Da!

Here's a little something I made last week. I think some of you have seen it already. It's not as artistic as anything Yang or Rabah could make, but oh well. What do you think?

My Many Maladies

Well, I think I've added another sickness/injury to my list of my maladies that I either have, am rumored to have, or will have. I think I'm going to get arthritis in my right hand, due to the extensive pressure I've put my poor hand under from playing my stupid flute. After playing these new exercises, my hand feels like it's on fire. And after reading the dumb book with the exercises in it, it's all like, pressure is good, and pain is to be expected. But I feel like my wrist is going to fall off!!! Is this normal?
So, arthritis is now added to my small but growing list including: diabetes (will have), anorexia (rumor, of course),anemia (might will have),plus a lot of bloody noses and such. What fun. I know, I'm becoming a bit of a hypochondriac.

Among other things, life is still the same state of boredom. I've decided to exercise now, to keep healthy and such, but it's not working so well. I'm not exactly running every day, or even every other day, just whenever I feel like it. And I'm so, so out of shape. I tried to run a mile, but it took a grand total of 12 minutes. Not good, not good at all. :( I think back to the days when this probably could have taken like 4 minutes less. Last year, even. Sigh. That part of today sucked. Did get my IB scores tho, and that helped improve today. Did fairly well, can't complain. Hope everyone else did spectacularly.

Plummet

Well, today was interesting. At least so far, anyways. I had a bad bloody nose this morning for like an hour. I think I lost a lot of blood. That sucked. Add that to the drama of the summer, such as our immense workload, my dad who is mad that I'm 'not motivated like I used to be,' getting our stupid AP/IB scores and such, I am one frazzled person. I do not want to see how well/awful I did! Not just that, but I know whatever I get, my parents aren't really going to care. If I do bad, they'll be mad, and if I do well, they'll just ignore it! I wonder if that's a good thing... And I thought stress and worry was only for the school year! Not that I could ever stop worrying. I think it's simply in my nature.


Happy Canada Day!!!