Here's a story of a girl,
 Living in the lonely world,
 A hidden note, A secret crush,
 A little boy who talks too much.

Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
 And when you smile I check you out,
 But you don't even know my name,
 You're too busy playing games,

And I want you too know,
 If you lose your way,
 I won't let you go.

If I cut my hair,
 If I change my clothes,
 Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,
 If I say hello,
 Will you notice me?


PROFILEY

I am a girl who don't know herself, aside from the fact that I am as stubborn as a mule (or perhaps even more stubborn...)

WISH LISTY
Are these even counted as wishes?
To get into a good college;
To stay with my friends next year, and for that, we have to get a house first;
To get a degree;
To become a cartoonist, at Walt Disney Studio, if they are still around and had not been 'eaten' by Pixar, though that is unlikely;
To get a proper laptop;
To have more time to do the things I want;
To get a scholarship;
Crap... these don't count as wishes, they are more like ambitions!

LEAVE ME A TAGY


EXITSY

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Lyrics of the song "Notice Me" by Zetta Bytes

Friday, December 14, 2007
9:12 PM

I must say, after the SPM (our major government exam) it has been extremely and ridiculously boring...

I've stopped my piano lessons, temporarily, because next year, I'm moving to another town to further my studies... hence, I can no longer attend the piano lessons under my current teacher. I must say, it is quite a complex feeling to leave something that I've been stuck with for so long. Piano, is something that I like (not love) and hate. The pressure to excel at the yearly ABRSM exams at times seems pointless, it totally defies the belief that music soothes one's soul; but then again, at times the sense of achievement after mastering a piece makes one feel that all the hard work that went into it is throughly worth it. My mum has been telling me to continue my piano lessons next year, but the possibility of me going along her wishes is apporximately 0.5, which means, I might just give up on piano, stopping at the miserable Grade 6.

Next year, seems interesting (perhaps scary) enough, as I will finally move out. But moving out does not mean total freedom. I am still financially dependent on my parents and must report home at regular intervals. The disadvantages seems to be more than the advantages, but still... one would never know... For one, I'll be free from my grandmother's constant nagging... He he he...

Few days before the exam officailly ends (or perhaps the very last day of the exam), my friends were talking about snooker. During my holiday trip, I unexpectedly get to learn how to play snooker from my uncle! It is unexpected, because for one, snooker is believed to be a game for... *ahem* the bad girls (if I'm not mistaken). It is quite fun, actually. there's red balls, yellow balls, 1 dark blue ball and one white ball. I had to choose one colour, either red or yellow, than we take turns to hit the balls of our colour into the holes. There is where the white balls comes in, because we could only hit the white ball, using the white ball, we hit (or for my case: guide) the balls of my colour into the holes. It is quite tough... my aiming is not exactly good (it has never been good), but still, it is fun, and quite an experiance.

Hence the title it 'all revolves around the white ball'. *points upwards*


* There's another way to play snooker, which involves multicoloured balls with numbers, but that's for experts.

Will you ever notice me...