.have i ever announced that i'm so TOTALLY smitten by anthony fedorov.
yes.the clay sing-alike.the "return of the nerds" appeal.ooh yes.thats him!
i had my first glimpse of him at the initial auditions.he struck me so hard as Clay Aiken 2.0.since then,i've always and i mean ALWAYS kept an eye out for him.
he had tracheotomy at a young age,and almost couldnt speak.but here he is.singing his heart out.
he did "I want to know what love is" by Foreigner last week.and boy he did it really beautifully.i could feel the depth of his emotions and i was left gaping at the tv screen.he was so good.
pure clear voice.tremendous range.perfect enunciation.right on the money.
but sadly,i didn't like him doing Marc Anthony last night.didn't do the original justice in my opinion.the wiggling was oh so similar to clay's last season hip-thing during his memorable performance of Grease.lol.i'll always fondly remember his red jacket.
i presume he has quite a huge fan base,due to his uncanny resemblance to clay.rabid claymates!
but sorry,i still love Clay Aiken. =)
hm.girls were alright each week,but they inevitably paled to the guys in comparison.lacklustre performances.safe.a tad boring.carrie underwood is the one predicted to shine in this competition.excellent vocal control,but can do with a better song choice.jessica was amazing last week with martina mcbride's A Broken Wing,but this week she kinda faded away.
.still.ANTHONY FEDOROV!
haha.had a mildly interesting week,couldn't head out often because of a lot of school and homework.and because of a curfew recently put in place by my dad.hm.saw tong on monday at jjc.he said he has slimmed down,but apparently,i don't actually see the difference.he's grown quite a lot in size.talkin about squash,i suddenly remembered the friendly match with ajc guys last saturday.it was alright.think they were pretty off form.either that or they gave a lot of chances.i beat my opponent 3-0.the first set was a tight 9-7.i screwed up on the first few points,which gave him an edge over me.all my shots were either down or out.got into the game in the 2nd set.was good all in all.
headed for a hearty dinner at amk central's s-11.then went for a few games of pool with john,jessie and ki yong.continually played doubles while the loser had to treat rotiboy.lol.it was way past my curfew when we eventually finished supper,and my 'daddy' john fetched me home.lol.it proved to be quite a confusing ride home,with me almost misleading him a few times.lol.quite amusing.really funny guy.
i cooked up a really ridiculous excuse when i set foot into the house and i got away with it.lol.
well,i realised i didnt feel anything anymore already. im so glad.=) been quite some time i think.i guess i was just confused because i didn't have anyone else in mind,so i kinda mixed that up.
all's well that ends well. hm.hopefully.
i had a horrible dream on monday night which stirred me up from my deep slumber early tuesday morning.i dreamt that i was kidnapped,and the kidnapper dragged me to look for my mum in the shoppin centre where she was shoppin,and she shot her straight there.right in front of my own eyes.it was terrible.i remember crying.and crying.and crying in the dream.and i felt so empty.like some part of me was missing.a huge part of me.
when i woke up in horror,i realised that my pillow was soaked with tears.really.
i sat up and pondered,what led me to suddenly have such a dream.as what people usually say,dreams reflect much on what you subconsciously think about in reality.
i discovered then,that by keepin myself busy in the day,the times when i think about what's actually happenin get lesser and lesser.and i dont really dwell on it.it jus crosses my mind now and then,i try not to think about it.when the dream occurred,i realised the extent to which it actually bothers me.a lot.God's telling me something.i can feel it.
it was really saddening for me that morning,when i started lookin back on what was happened,and wondering about the future.ever since my dad told me nonchalantly over dinner that he will move to phuket or thailand in i have no idea when.oh well.i regret the hurtful things i've done in the past,and the endlessly snide and rude remarks which i retort back instantly when we're at loggerheads.but i've only said one thing to my dad,which i don't know whether i should take back or not.it was then that i realised my opinions never mattered at all.so what's the point of voicing out what i truly feel.it never will matter i guess.i've learnt to withhold everythin inside,to a certain point when i feel helpless and confused.but i have to be strong.but stil i wish i knew what to do..
i'll keep smilin and laughin.haha.and i'll still be the same old lame me.hope it'll help. =)
oh.and yes.the fact that people keep interfering with my life is really zzz.gets on my nerves everytime.she didn't learn from the first time,and yet there was a second.does she get a kick out of whatever hurt she's causing?pls get ur own life,and stop messing with mine.inconceivable to me.
-givin up doesn mean u're weak,it only means that you are strong enough to let go...-
