Izzoshineca

L'immeble ne pas bleu.
The tonsilly voice of my Livemocha French 101 teacher reveberates in my eardrums.

I had a really good first summer break. Both in Brunei and Malaysia.
It's incredible that so little has changed during my absence of over a year.
It lifts my spirits to see that my parents and my granny haven't aged a day either. In fact, they look healthier because they've grown tanner after the drives to and from KB.

My summer was good because:



1. I did not upset my parents. Nor did I argue with them. I was such a good girl I didn't even ninja.

2. I was able to bond with my sister and we've only been at each others' nerves twice. Thats a record. Over clipped toenails and ignition turns.



3. I was given the oppurtunity to teach piano! On a Shigeru Kawai Grand. And the setting couldn't have been better. It was with my former piano teacher. My rewards were twofold. Not only was I paid more than expected, what I've learned from my students, their parents, my former teacher and about myself was an authentic experience. There was not other way I could've taken all of that in doing anything else.

4. I was healthy.

5. It wasn't THAT hot and humid. Really I was bracing myself for something more. And I left Brunei when it started to get really hazy.

6. I caught up with friends who mattered. Jessica R, Pei, Sheeling, Yan, Vui, Christina. Uni friends might be with me 24/7 (dorms) but friends from home have known me for at least 7 years.

7. Shopping and eating spree in KL with Pei.



Pei, or SPY rather, is one of my closest friend. I'm really glad she still is. Having gone as far as she had, she showed no inflated ego. If anything, she came through the lights, camera and action a more matured and grounded young woman.
Also, retail therapy, tastebuds tickled, cravings satisfied, ALL in RM!! Things I really appreciate after coming to the states.

7. No heartbreaks. No boyfriends. No drama. And I've never felt more love.

My flight back was horrible. The turbulence and crowd with babies really did me in.
But I recovered after 2days thanks to my Taiwanese friends here. The dorms aren't open yet so I'm currently chilling at their chic and cozy suburban Parkside Grande apartment until Saturday when band camp starts.

Such joy it is to not live by a schedule.
To laze around like a phython, catch up on soaps, update playlists, read, meditate, chat on msn with people on different timezones, and stroll by the park outside lit by fireflies.

Its times like these I find out that Paddington Bear is from Peru



and that Stephen King ate 7 plates of scrambled eggs all at once when he was four. His baby-sitter locked him up his mom's closet and puked all over her shoes. Needless to say, the baby-sitter was fired. I'm reading his master class entitled In Writing.

*becks out.