*yawnnnn*...ahhhh...today I damn lazy. No lah, actually just damn tired. Remember I said there was an esplanade full dress rehearsal yesterday?

yup. I went to school at 7:30am in the morning. We shifted everything down and by the time we left it was around 9am. The whole day at the esplanade was practically waiting. Cuz apparently got alot of technical problems and stuff, and each CCA had a scheduled time to practice on stage...When I got on stage for the first time and looked up at the seating areas I was like...wow...so this is how it feels like. Contrary to recent thought, the stage was very cramped and the tiers were very limited in space for each. probably due to the over-sized, over-functionality chairs and stands. Damn, the stands were as heavy as rocks and had these lamps attached to them...cool, sort of.

Well, during the waiting times we were supposed to be in this dressing room, segregated by sex, god knows why. 

But most of the time there were a few groups [yes, TPJC band is apparently made up of many groups] moving around the esplanade taking their own private tours of the place. I must say, the inside of esplanade [really inside. the inner inner areas] look like a damn hospital. Exactly like a hospital. You should check it out someday (well, if you're given access, actually). And it seems as if the inner areas were like mazes. Even people like me would get lost without signs to show the way. hey. I don't get lost easily okay. I have good sense of direction =)

Okay, bla bla bla, yadda yadda yadda, and my bumblebee was lousy yesterday. Bloody vibes keys so small. And of course, that, in everyone else's view, is a sad excuse to hide my inability. Well, it's true. More practice for me, I know.

And by the time everything ended and we were loading stuff back up the truck and getting into our buses, it was, well, hallelujah. 10:15pm. heh heh. trapped in the durian for more than twelve hours. Some experience that was. And did I mention...in the loading bay, everyone saw something truly jaw-dropping. Seated at the back was a black Lamborghini Gallardo. OH MY F*** GOD. It really made me stutter. My friend could only understand what I was saying when he followed the direction of my outstretched hand toward the beauty. And boys will be boys; we took pics of it with our phones, and I got some up-close ones. The guys from other CCAs, while walking out to the main road, had their eyes pulled towards the car, and they, too, took pictures and let out surprised and awe-inspired cries...haha. quite an experience. I've seen too few lamborghinis in singapore...and the one I saw yesterday just took all the lethargy away. Funny how material things can instill confidence in a person...give him drive and motivation.

I won't go to that. Or I'll start the impressionism again -.-"

Okay recent updates tell me that I got 18/40 for my compre and 20/50 for my compo (well, fuck.) ...95/200 for chinese (freakin sub-pass? -.-") ...74.5/120 or physics (damnit I wanted an A.)

greaaattt...all that doesn't make me feel any better. Just shows I'm not doing as well in school as I used to. time to fuckin buck up. -.-" Spending two years in JC just to get the damn degree and a good grade in GP...why the fuck do I need maths, chem and physics to get a place in Law in NUS for...I can't relate everything to anything and that unnerves me the most. A year and a half more. But first, short term goal = do WELL for promos.

Time to make mum happy again. That's the only way I get the freedom I want. And how did freedom ever begin as a reward? Forget it. Talking about it is just going to make me dislike my mum more.

I don't like that.