This is she

hm. was just doing some random surfing and came across this blog about my ex-violin teacher.
Obviously this guy worships her to the heavens.

Reading about it brings back memories of me lugging my violin to her house every week after school, waiting quietly outside her studio, beside her garden, for my weekly dose of discipline, inspiration, fear and admiration. Despite this, I too worshiped her at that time and took all her words to be of great wisdom.

I wonder now whether she remembers me at all though.

Talk to Hand. i'm bz.

I could have said that to everyone bugging me today. argh.
The daily mundaneness that we call work,
wearing us out sooner than wanted.
No time to talk, no time to dine, no time to work off the extra fats.
For a good reason? I hope so. Or do i?

Excerpt from today:
A: Sharon, u wan to change laptop?
me: errr.
A: Dell 630, new wan.
me: eh...
A: Why? wan to quit ah?
me: hahah.. no lah.. (says to myself: not yet lah..hahhaa).. I really like my IBM..

hurhur. who'm i kidding..