Argh. Im feeling depressed again. Had play solo for this part of xixun in front of everyone. My ying zun has always been crap, so obviously, what I played turned out like shit, and all the odd notes kept coming out. To make matters worse, I somehow managed forget the fingering for F diao, so I kept playing pausing stopping. Was so nervous that even shihui noticed that my fingers were trembling. Gawd, everyone played so much better then me. Even jiamin. But then again, jiamins skills are perverse, shes so darn good without having to practise like a madman. Mr Chua was quite nice and didnt say that my playing sucked,which it did, and just asked me to work on my ying zun. So horrible. Rather have him scream at me than be nice. Was so akward. Plus, Mr Chua kept teasing me about Harry today. How embarrassing. being subjected to jokes about a stranger is so no fun.
Had to stay back on Friday to write my Chinese compostition. Didn’t bother, and went to the c.o. room to ogle at the sec1s instead. Was this irritating sec1 who kept moaning about the little places in percussion. What a spoilt brat. Felt like smacking her face everytime she went arhhhh in her act cute voice.
Wanling got real pissed when ms lim asked for a xylophone player in front of everyone. Was complaining all the way. In a way, she does deserve it.

Apparently, I saved this in a word file and forgot to post this with my previous entry. Silly me.
Went for the hsinghai concert on Sunday. Was surprised, because unlike the lat hsinghai concert I went, there was actually a certain degree of eye candy among the male players *cough*harry*cough* haha obviously, I wasnt the only one going mad yijia for example, was screeching over this bass player called Xiao ming or something. Xiao ming. What a creative people his parents are. Right. Anyway, the songs were so-so actually, there were a few nice songs especially the one which sounded like rain was approaching. Told mr chua that I thought the encore was the nicest piece. Think I phrased it wrongly because his face turned into a bit of a frown. oOps! But honestly, it was quite nice. Anyway, got sabo-ed by Clarrissa. She was announcing to the whole world that I had been staring at this pipa guy. Even went as far as to help me ask mr chua for his name. Why thank you Clarrissa. Now mr chua knows that I fancy er-hem ‘hairy’ (harry) guys. Spiffy. Then there he was making fun of me telling me that Harry and I werent fated and whatnot. Geez. I cant even go mad over someone in privacy. Apparently, it has to be announced to the whole world.
If I sound pissed, I am, but not pissed at this matter just bothered by something else.

Went to the Singapore Conference Hall today for SYF rehearsal. Had to skip Social Studies aww.. anyway, was quite fun. anyway blog-hopped a bit and and there are really many ways people write blogs:
1. i lyk 2 type in dis annoying (wait, i hv no ability to type prper eng) tupid way.
2. hahaz i likez to actz cutez and endz allz wordz with a Z.
3. hEy heY iSnt tHis juSt sO tIriNg tO tYpE??
4. And then there are the people who type with normal (not always good though, but that doesnt matter) english like I do.

Gee.. My dear daddy says hes gonna get an ipod mini for me.. wonder how true that is. Id much rather have a creative zen touch. Oh well. Its better than nothing isnt it? (Assuming that he wasnt pulling my leg)
I hate loathe despise decorating. Mr kamal wants us to decorate our social studies scrapbook. What a waste of my time. I could spend the time trying to write the newspaper article of his or figuring out the basics of algebra, but NOOOOO.. im stuck here wondering what shit I can paste on my scrapbook. Certain unsightly images and morbid pictures of suicide and death do not help either.
Stayed back for awhile after school to paste posters for c.o to attract the sec1s. the walls near the sec 1 classrooms were practically smothered with all the posters. Clarrissa and I stuck posters at the oddest placest. Neat water coolers, the backgate, etc. wonder why nobody thought of those places. I must be the only person weird enough to think up of such spots..
Anyway, the funniest thing happened today. DR (Mrs) Patricia Lau played a cd during English lesson. Then, she peered through those puny glasses of hers and started to sashay and gyrate about. Well no. but she did sway a bit. Ok. the songs might have been pretty hot during her time, but the only effect it had on me was to make me grin uncontrollably.
Oh by the way, did I mention that she was wearing those obscene socks of hers again?

Math, Mrs Chan Ying Ling – the big woman with equally big boobs (as Vanessa says, filled with milk). coincidentally my form teacher. Amazingly, I kinda like her. =x
Chinese, Ms Zhou-something-or-another – another teacher from china. Definitely not as much of a pushover as poor wuzheng (boy I miss her). Oh well. Guess no more extra recess in the place of Chinese lessons.
English and English skills, Dr (Mdm) Patricia Lau – well. She obviously loves pointing that out doesnt she? A little modesty does you good you know? By the way, those dresses do not got with the Fila socks and sneakers. I have never seen socks in such a horrid shade of grey, save for factory rejects. Perhaps one day I shall see her coming to school in the polka dots of the disco era…
Physics, Mr Lim You Tian – not much to comment.
Chemistry, Ms Seah– not much. But she seems nice enough.
Biology, Mrs Koh – gosh. This... Woman... Can... Only... Manage... To.... Five... Syllables... At... One... Time... She... Cant... Read... Properly... Too...I... Never... Know... If... Her.. Sentences... Have... Ended...
Social Studies, Mr Kamal – well. Looks like studying Political Science does help. The speech he gave was so inspiring.

Wow. Some people can be so lazy. *cough*wanling *cough*. Youd think that they would actually use the time they spent to copy the 100 words which others have painstakingly searched for, and actually flip open a book and search for them themselves. And why dont you watch a documentary yourself and actually write something? And copying my work on the pretext on having lent me your math before. Gee. Big freakin deal. And by the way, just in case you havent noticed, the world does not revolve around you. We werent sent on this earth to follow your bidding. Stop kicking up such a big fuss when things dont go your way. Stop dictating my every move. We arent employed as your bodyguards. You are always welcome to go up to class by yourself you spineless thing. Plus, nobody notices if youve forgotten how to play. By the way, stop acting cute.

Trapped. Again. Feels like a recurring dream. Time and time I escape it, yet to be sucked back into the mess. Fate? Seems more like a nightmare. Damn it... damn the horror of it all...