Say It's Possible

Say It's Possible

I see the lights are turning,
And I look outside,
The stars are burning,
Through this changing time,
It could have been anything we want,
It's fine,
Salvation was just a passing thought,
It was just a passing thought.
I stumbled across this song, and I thought, "Hey! This is a perfect song for Amelie!" I know I may say that I abso-fucking-lutely hate and despise her at times... I don't hate and despise her, I hate and despise her lack of commitment. Hell, Amelie, you know that I'm a huge commitment-phobe. If one of us can't be committed, who will? Our relationship's gonna fall apart. Okay, I'm getting way ahead of myself here. Let's go back to talking about Amelie's lack of commitment. When it comes to my music, everyone knows I'm committed. I put in at least three hours of practice a day. I want to make something out of my violin skills. As for Amelie, hell, what the fuck is she doing? Really, when I love and support someone as much as I do Amelie, they just shouldn't mess with me by pretending to win, and then losing. Stupid Amelie Mauresmo. No, I don't mean that. So, yeah, I'm saying that it is possible for Amelie to win at least one Grand Slam next year. What she should do is hire Martina Navratilova as her coach and take it from there. I'm saying it's possible for her to pull off this comeback. She's already started, and people? I dare you to argue.
Don't wait,
Act now,
This amazing offer won't last long,
It's only a chance to pave the path we're on,
I know there are more exciting things to talk about,
And in time we'll sort it out,
And in time we'll sort it out.
So, I had a good week. Amy came over to work on our BM project thingy, but in the end, to quote Amy, we fucked it and surfed the net and played violin instead. I swear to god, I have so much fun with that girl! Even if she's trying to turn me into a diva with "good fashion sense", she's one of the people I consider my besties. She's hilarious, too. The other day, Amy and I were talking about someone, and Arif kept asking, "Sape tu?" We totally blew him off, but then, a few minutes later, Amy went, "Sape tu? Sape tu? Bapak kau!" I looked at her like she was nuts for a second, then I completely fell apart laughing! It was so damn funny. Anyway, Amy didn't wanna play the violin for me, so I played a couple of pieces instead, then made her play Long Long Ago, following my tap (just like crazy Ms Chan does). Amy looked at me like I was nuts, but yeah, she played it. Then, Maria Sharapova (who totally sucks -- tall, blonde, straight, bimbo) poses from Amy, which I'll upload in a little bit. Mom asked Amy to help me go shopping for Christmas clothes. Ohgod, can I please run away to -- I don't know, Paris or Majorca or somewhere? I'd rather slice my tongue out than go shopping with the Nazis.
And though they say it's possible to me,
I don't see how it's probable,
I see the course we're on,
Spinning farther from what I know,
I'll hold on,
Tell me that you won't let go,
Tell me that you won't let go.
Ash and I usually e-mail each other ever two or three days. When we e-mail, we sometimes discuss Amelie. Just the other day, Ash suggested that Amelie's been reading our e-mails, since we were talking about how much she should fire her coach, Loic Corteau. In the next e-mail, check out how I started it off:
Hi Amelie,
Just want you to know that Ash and I are totally cool with your reading our e-mail. You of course know how much Ash and I care for you and want only the best for you. So if reading our suggestions helps you, well, we couldn't be happier. You looked awesome in the black and gray at the U.S. Open, so glad you liked our suggestion for that. And while it's going to be tough breaking with Loic after all you've been through together, and how close you are, I really believe that Ash and I are right about that too. And Martina really is the one for you now, Ash and I both agree on that. Martina's been through so many of the same things as you, and like you, also is incredibly bright and sensitive. She'll demand a lot from you, as she did of herself. But with her coaching and your renewed commitment (which was so obvious during the U.S. hardcourt season--I'm so proud of you for that!) you'll be back to winning and Grand Slams again, I know it! Finally, one other change we need to talk about... Geraldine! You deserve so much, better, Amelie. You gotta trust Ash and me on this--we only want what's best for. And, hey, we haven't steered you wrong so far, have we? Okay, Amelie, now go hire Martina and say goodbye to Geraldine. And if you need some encouragement as you go through these changes, just give Ash or me a call--we'll take your calls anytime, you know that!
Okay, Amelie, I'm now gonna write Ash. We love you Amelie,
--Steph and Ash
And truth is such a funny thing with all these people,
Keep on telling me they know what's best,
And what to be frightened of,
And all the rest are wrong,
They know nothing about us,
They know nothing about us.
School was ass-boring today, Ruindra didn't come. The art teacher, Hisham is so superfuckingperverted, He's got this thing for beautiful girls *coughs* that made him come over and bug me and Amy half the time. We kinda ignored him, though. He kept talking about Dockers pants and how much he paid for his, which were bloody cheap, by the way, I don't think they were originals. I should know, I go shopping with Nickolai and Mr Diva over there loveslovesloves his Dockers. My dad likes Dockers, too, and he pays more for his Dockers than I pay for my S&K cargos. Let's see, shall we? My Samuel & Kevin cargos cost like, RM115 a pair, and Nick pays like, double that for a pair of Dockers. Which is why you don't see me walking around in a pair of straight-cut slacks. Don't get me wrong, I love my cargos, they're the only pants with enough pockets for me, but I'll bet that slacks would make my butt look a good bit smaller. Okay, I'll see what Amy has to say about that. Anyway, today, I wrote BALLS:) on Amy's liquid paper pen.
And though they say it's possible to me,
I don't see how it's probable,
I see the course we're on,
Spinning farther from what I know,
I'll hold on,
Tell me that you won't let go,
Tell me that you won't let go.
AMY: Ninny! *hold up pen*
ME: Huh? *innocent look* What?
AMY: Come on, Ninny, it's so obvious that you wrote it!
ME: I swear I didn't write it! I swear on...
AMY: Swear on your grave.
ME: *confused look* I'm not dead... I swear on Amelie. *crosses fingers*
AMY: *uncrosses my fingers* Swear again.
ME: *sighs* Okay, okay, I swear on Amelie... that I did it!
This could be something beautiful,
Combine our love into something wonderful,
But times are tough,
I know,
And the pull of what we can't give up takes hold.

Steph