Saturday, July 12, 2008
a little midnight fantasy.

Oh well, since it's just about five minutes or so to midnight, and officially EIGHT MORE DAYS to concert '08.

Gah. One whole week of sleeping at 1.30am, toiling all the way through math, trying not to nod off during certain (boring) lessons, and meeting simei my wonderful bao-friend online practically every single night and almost every single hour of the day to discuss concert issues. Like our programme booklet WHICH IS OFFICIALLY DONE.

*brandishes a bottle of strong vodka*

It's been some helluva roller coaster ride these days, programmebooklet and tshirt and tickets not going right and all. Suppose yesterday was one of those very rare days (besides Chinese new year, as i've lamented countless times about some cousin who irritates me to no end) where I genuinely felt angry and desperate. If bao and koh hadn't saved me halfway through.... aish. So many mistakes and so little U-turns. Kind of like everything happening back to back was making me crumble inside, as if the heart was being overturned and squeezed hard at the same time.
Mrahahahar. Probably the first time dingding saw me pissed/unusually emo, because I didn't smile when I came back into the xiaozu room.

But I think, next to prayer, the second best thing to do when you're pissed is to turn up the daughtry + davidcook playlist and sleep the grudges away.

Hmhmm but 90% of the problems are dead and gone. (:

School today was rather enjoyable, considering that there was no chinese and philo. Not that I loathe those subjects, but they really are a bore. All four gourmets managed to plan out the entire chem PT today at the lab with the help of free filter paper, and the nasty bottle of fermented apple juice (dorcas' special APPLE CIDER +_=) . Somehow I've got this feeling gourmet'll survive this perfectly terrible week, especially since wil dorcas and I have waded our way out of the great big saikang swamp.


It's ten minutes past minight.
It's pretty weird, but listening to willpanweibo at night is almost therapeutic. And you cannot listen to all the songs, you have to listen to two or three particular panweibo songs, lie on the bed and lock the iPod before you kill your eardrums by accidentally rubbing against the clickwheel. And then i just find myself drifting off to a midnight fantasy.........................................

what's my midnight fantasy?

uh. going up to panweibo at his concert / public event and telling him that i can play loads of his nice songs on the piano. OKAY WEIRD.

Oh. not that i'm horribly cheena or anything, but I shall not be embarrassed to say that I have more than five CO songs on my playlist. I think two of them are last year's syf pieces.

I WANT TO GO BACK TO LAST YEAR (but not to last year's math lessons which were total bummer) :D

I love gourmet. you three people seriously make it alot easier to understand math. And the very assurance that there are friends who'll offer you help all the way. <3

chuiguan WILL pwn concert. Despite our terrible tendency to go horribly off pitch. I know I'm picky about pitch, but ohwell I s'pose that's good in a way. Butbut I still wish I weren't like the oldest batch in school. I so wish I could teleport back to when I could just scurry off from dazu/xiaozu with jiaqian and chew, without having to worry about what would happen when we got back. Not having to have so much headache over our pitch, or collating orders, concert tickets and money, attendance, shirts, discipline, etc. Deep down you just wish you weren't the one in charge all the time I s'pose. Ahwell. :)