AUGMENTED FOURTH

[spiderpig]

Student conductor practice was uuuuggggggh. I'm totally not cut out for it. And there'll be a music proficiency test. LIKE HELLO? MY SIGHT READING IS NON-EXISTENT. ;____; I need to go practice my scales and my oohhh maaaannnn. Investiture is coming soon, too soon. I'm not ready, both mentally and technically, to be a "senior" in a JC band. I need to work harder.

I took too long to answer the questions on which was a perfect 4th or diminished 5th and such because I haven't touched my piano for so long. I couldn't visualize the keys in my mind at all. I'm so sorry piano, I'll come to you more often now. Conducting was a disaster again, as usual. But I'll work on it. I need to correct my old convulted way of conducting.

After the practice, I think I came out of the band room looking slightly depressed. (Don't I always look depressed nowadays?) Sir then was all, "Are you alright?" and other stuff like, "You should continue to (try? I forgot) foster good relationships with the band members. I know there's a conflict going on now but..." At this moment I was extremely taken aback. What conflict?! I know of NO conflict, unless it's that one which isn't a conflict but more like "I don't want to come for band anymore" type of thing. So that puzzled me greatly. Then there was the, "You should treasure your friendships greatly..." ummmm?!?!?!?! BEFUDDLEMENT ABOUND!!



On a horrible, more sad note, Mr Issac Lim came to see me about me being the the TAF programme. Hey kids, turn that acronym around and see what it spells? Yeah. FAT. Ugh. It's like ORSTAC. No subtlety at all. Anyway, I have to do 9km every week, which breaks down to 3km three times a week. Ugh. At 7am in the morning. I leave the house at 7am. You want me to wake up early and RUN? Phooey. But well, I'm going to walk for 20mins tomorrow morning. Who cares. I'm so fed up. I'm more concerned about my grades.

Speaking of which, the top scorers in Lit had a major grilling session by Fahy during today's tutorial with him proclaiming that their answers (to his questions) were rubbish. Ouch. How's that for a bruised ego. Thank God I escaped unscathed. He didn't ask me anything, I didn't say anything. The only downside was that I didn't get to put forward any interesting viewpoints.

Off to do my SEA history tutorial outline!

EDIT: I GOT MY TURBAN. AND MY SARONG.

AND MY MOUSTACHE AND BEARD. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

EDIT2: Hey Baba?

Yes?

Stop reading other people's Friendster testimonials and get down to work.

Noooo. I don't want to.

You know your heart's going to burst and bleed and wither and wipe out anytime now. And it's because of reading THOSE TESTIMONIALS.

It's not true y'know. I have a strong heart, even though I'm UNHEALTHY.

Yeah right. Look who's wheezing after just 4 rounds around the track, FATSO.

;o; You big meanie! I want to read some more!

No you can't! It's for your own good! Now COME ONE.

Noooo. Nno!! Aaahh-- *beep beep beep*

EDIT3: Don't go there girl. Don't. You know it's going to leave you butchered up in the end. Stay away.