Huh?

I don't understand.
Somebody explain it to me.
Why is it that everytime I get to know someone, they would entrust me with their secrets within weeks and act like a best friend and then leave me with nothing but their secrets for someone better within 2 months?
Not that it just happened.
But some of my seniors became such good friends with me and tell me their secrets despite the fact I am a year younger than them.
I know it all.
So if I have such "charm", why do I have so few friends!
Oh, the irony.

Never grow up

I really like this song!
Well I guess I like almost everything by Taylor :P
I guess I've always felt like I'd never wanted to grow up. The song explains all~ too lazy to type:) I feel happy that I have got good friends that wouldn't give me up for popularity or whatever nonsense like, sadly,I have done before.
I never want to grow up now.
I always thought 13 was old, but I guess I realized its not.
By the way, do you find it annoying that I keep saying 'I guess'?
It seems to a lot of people prefer me to give a definite answer but Ii guess I feel that there are many perspectives in this world; mine is but one of them, and therefore not a definite answer. Hello Stephanie. Feel like putting a comment up? This feels like a one-way conversation, I do not like that:(

Boo.
Don'tcha ever grow up~

Netball,or guitar. Netball or Guitar. NETBALL OR GUITAR.

So, Netball,or guitar.
I always wondered what determined which CCA you would join, the points(I don't think so), the interest, the friends, whether it works out for you or not.
I'm stuck between the two CCAs. Advantage and disadvantages, pros and cons. How many times have I been through those? Countless, I believe.
All I know now is that I was loving netball and hating guitar.
Argh.
I don't know, but it seems I love guitar now!
If the want of CCAs is determined by the people you like there...
Points: Guitar is more
Enjoyment: Both...?
Friends:.....

Well, I recently had a guitar camp.
It was AWESOME.
That's an understatement.
Perhaps because it was the first overnight CCA camp I've had?
Well maybe I liked it more because I have more friends there.
People in netball don't seem to like me :(
I know I really suck at it, and maybe I'm really blur...
I still have more friends in guitar.
Maybe because I missed the netball overnight camp because I wrecked my knee on the first day.
Maybe, and most likely, because I'm better at guitar.
Guitar is easy.
Netball is fun

Sigh....

God will make a way.
Help me choose, Lord, Amen.

Music, a language.

Yesterday I went to a concert and I saw music in a way I have never seen before.
I never knew music told such an intricate story, no, stories weaving in and out of each other to make the perfect embroidery.
Music is a poetic dance, of emotion.
The leaps and twists and turns.
The obstinate flute.
The melancholy harp.
The organized, regal cymbals.
And more.
A story told.
And yet one cannot translate it.
An attempt would reveal inaccuracies.
I only accept the original.
Described with one word.
Passion.

A little... Shocked

We got our report cards today. I didn't do too badly, I am in fact quite satisfied.

And, sigh.
Here goes the first rant.
This Chinese assignment told me to keep my temper.
Sigh.
Here goes.
There's this creep who has given me countless non-subtle hints that she absolutely, shall I say, hates my guts.
Okay, perhaps a little too exaggerated.
But anyway, someone, who I shall christen... Kacy for now, seems not to like me very much.
Perhaps her talent is just inclined in the area of criticism.
Perhaps others feel the same.
Nothing... much happened, save many sarcastic comments on her part.
Shall I say the next bit?
- We have to get used to the sun, you know. Competition is in the sun, she said.
- Shoot, I said. Not that I hate the sun or am scared of a tan.
- You have to get used to it, Miss Princess. We don't have everyday air-con room, you know. Argh. 'She had a low, rather unladylike voice, and she emphasized her words.' A picture perfect parallel.
Anyway, only one room in my home in my home is in possession of an air-conditioner, that is only used during haze season. Unlike her, I bet.
- I--I don't have air-con everyday. I almost stuttered I guess I sounded nervous and small.
- Guitar not air-con, meh? A rather rude outburst on her part.
It is. Guitar isn't everyday, though, ignorance.

I guess I should explain. My CCA skills are not satisfactory enough for Kacy to regard me with a certain level of respect.
I do realise that she doesn't really enjoy my presence in my other CCA, namely Guitar.
I tried to look at things from her point of view.
I guess I should try harder.

First post!

First post on a new blog.
I probably won't have a whole load of time to post.
I should... rant on the second post.