Friday, anyone?

I don't know why I woke up in a good mood today (after all the customary grumbling about waking up early, that is), but so far it's lasted two hours so here's to hoping it lasts all day.

No one has pissed me off yet, and I'm trying to keep myself thinking positively to prevent inner conflict. My Epic Songs playlist has helped tremendously.

These songs don't necessarily have lyrics that are mind-blowing or melodies that make you weep, but to me the tunes are pretty awesome. I don't have a running theme for them, like inspiring songs in particular or whatever. They're just songs that routinely get stuck in my head and make me smile.

Cheryl's Epic Songs Playlist:  

1. Arctic Monkeys - A Certain Romance
2. Boy - Waitress
3. Florence + The Machine - You've Got The Love
4. Foo Fighters - Come Back
5. Foo Fighters - Let It Die
6. Imagine Dragons - It's Time
7. Incubus - Isadore
8. Jack Johnson - Sitting, Waiting, Wishing (Live Version)
9. The Killers - Losing Touch
10. The Killers - All These Things That I've Done
11. Maroon 5 - How
12. Mayday Parade - Save Your Heart
13. Mayday Parade - Stay
14. Mayday Parade - I'd Rather Make Mistakes Than Make Nothing At All
15. Michael Bolton - Go The Distance
16. Oasis - Stop Crying Your Heart Out
17. Paramore - All I Wanted
18. The Reign Of Kindo - I Hear That Music Play
19. Shinedown - Burning Bright (Sanford Mix)
20. Shinedown - Breaking Inside
21. The Stone Roses - This Is The One
22. Taking Back Sunday - Call Me In The Morning

Hmm, I never realized I had so many Mayday Parade songs on this.

Anyway, all these songs are awesome to sing along to because a lot of words are dragged out (in  musical terms it's called "sustaining the note") and I like 'em that way. You can just belt it all out.

If you have time, why not compile a list of your own? Songs that pick you up when you're feeling down, and give you good vibes when you're feeling just okay. Let me know if you have songs to share!

I used to think that I made this blog so that strangers could fall in love with my searing wit and charm, but whom am I kidding? This blog serves one purpose only: for me to rant about daily life undisturbed.

Sure, I'd love a blog where thousands of strangers commiserate over my anecdotes, or perhaps feel strongly about some opinion of mine enough to leave an intelligent comment or, y'know, ten.

But most days I don't ponder about big stuff and instead lament about what is and what isn't, which may get old really fast. Heck, with the invention of WhatsApp and Wi-Fi, even my own friends don't visit this blog anymore. How do I expect strangers to give me the pleasure of having my stuff read?

Later in class, we're all supposed to give a 7 to 10-minute speech individually, on any topic. Sometimes we complain when the teachers limit us; other times (like this) we complain that we have too much freedom. "Any topic? That's hard!"

It's the same thing with material items. When I worked in a record store (by 'record' I mean CDs and DVDs), we had clearance sales from time to time, and customers would come up to me with a $2 CD and go, "Is this really $2?"

"Yes, it is," I'd reply. To which the customer would widen their eyes in incredulity and cry, "Oh my god, this must be defective! How can it be so cheap??" and throw the CD on the counter in a dramatic fit of rage.

I am not kidding.

The purpose of this post was to calm myself down. You see, I have this colleague at work who drives me absolutely nuts. He's condescending and mean. Almost every day I get pissed off by something he does or says, and now I realize he's not worth my anger.

Still, a temper is one of the hardest things to control, and I keep finding myself texting friends about his misdemeanors, using a lot of expletives. It has got to stop. You may say venting my anger is a good thing, and even better that I have multiple outlets to vent to, but after I vent, I continue venting in my head and on my blog. It seems to me to be a little too much.

I honestly fear for my mental health. This morning was so bad that I could feel myself getting into a funk, and thinking thoughts like, "If I get depression I'm suing him," or "If I turn insane and start killing people, the first I'll murder is him."

It's probably not that crazy of me to think those thoughts, but you can't deny it's still unhealthy.

Main thing is, I don't really have anything to complain about. I'll just suck it up and talk about anything during class later. It's all about perspective; some people can't even pay for classes.

This is when music comes in handy. Right now, Devastation & Reform by Relient K is what fits my mood exactly.

It's been a tiring week of work and school and Facebook status updates, but I think yesterday went pretty well in terms of fun.

I had some.

Class can't really go wrong when there's food involved, y'know what I mean? Especially if it's free chocolate. If only the lesson picked up its pace a little, it'd have been perfect - our lecturer really moves too slow for my taste. I appreciate him, honestly, but I wouldn't complain if he suddenly decided to just show us videos the whole time.

Stress is buffeting me constantly!

But of course, I inflicted all the stress on myself because of my procrastination habit.

I can't help it.

Don't tell me you've never put off doing something for no reason before. You'd be lying through your perfectly-lined white teeth.

First day of class

The past few nights I'd been nervous about starting school again, this time without Aisyah and Suria, and couldn't sleep well even though I was staying at Hard Rock Hotel for free with my cousin Joey. (What a waste of a queen-sized bed and thick comforters!) I heard from my classmate Aziee yesterday that she had diarrhea the entire day at work due to school, too. It's no wonder we're friends.

Aziee and I weren't expecting to see many familiar faces, but to our delight, a lot of people from the very first semester we had last year (marketing; media studies; advertising) were there. It was nice to see Arina, Eugene, etc. again after so many months.

On one hand it's great to have Mr. Jailani as our teacher again because he's familiar, and I'm used to his teaching style and know what he's looking for. On the other hand, it's kinda slow. He repeats stuff most of the time, and rambles on about one point for so long that I almost forget what we were talking about in the first place.

Being in his class makes me stressed out that he isn't teaching us fast enough, though I know that won't be the case. After all, the presentation we did had been awesome (in my head). I hope Az and I can group with fun people this time, too. All this group stuff is nerve-wracking.

Concerts Pt. 2

Last year I made a list of bands/artists I'd pay good money to go to, and 5 of them actually came last year/are coming this year. I still get shivers when I reread that list and realize that my wishes did come true.

So this time I'm making an updated list, in the hopes that I could come back here next year and check off some more artists.

List of artists I'd love to come to Singapore:

• Foo Fighters (c'mon, you ought to come back after cancelling on us)
• The Killers (ditto)
• The Reign Of Kindo
• Taking Back Sunday
• Incubus
• Jack Johnson
• Florence + The Machine (again, please! I missed you the first time)
• Jamie Woon
• Mayday Parade (I need to hear their latest album performed live)
• Mumford & Sons
• Ray LaMontagne (I think I'd be the only one who's willing to pay for this)
• The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
• Relient K (I'd have Sophia and Renie for company!)
• Saosin (their own concert, not part of Big Night Out where their limelight was stolen by Muse)
• Seether (Razi would go!)
• Seal (probably be too expensive but it's good to know we're on their radar)
• Shinedown (I'd go alone if I had to)
• There For Tomorrow (perhaps I could persuade Renie)
• A Tragedy In Progress (formerly known as Across Five Aprils. Yeah, I'd go alone.)
• You Me At Six (only if Hazel or anyone else is going with me)
• Sodagreen (I missed them twice; not gonna miss 'em a third time.)

Gosh I think I have a crush on her or something

Gar Meng

If you're reading this, you must be honored that I named the entire post after you.

He left for Washington, D.C. early this morning at 1:30AM, and I'd brought two packs of tissues in case of tears. Ended up using none of it because I used my sleeve, dammit.

His mom cried buckets, though. I jokingly offered her some of my tissues after Gar Meng was out of our sight, and her reaction was to bawl harder while her husband and daughter chuckled behind her.

Now I only have Anzhu left for late-night suppers and Gong Cha. With Gar Meng gone, I bet Ang Mo Kio will see much less of me. Perhaps I'll drop by Boss Cafe just to feel nostalgic about it.

What is this emptiness!? He's just in another country, not dead. Although I admit I shall miss the way he grabs my wrist forcefully when I insult him or just to get a point across.