Round an' round she goes

I FEEL LIKE AN ALPHA-PLUS. Or at least, an Alpha. Why, you ask?

32/50 for the rather rubbishy Brave New World essay and 30/50 for the GP essay which I thought I did badly for. Top in class and second in class respectively. BOO YAH. I'm back in form! I feel slightly more comforted that hey, I might be able to do well for my GP mid-year the day after tomorrow.

The funniest things are the comments I got written by the teachers at the back of my scripts. PChua's comments were stroking my ego and Fahy just inflated it to the size of a hot-air balloon. Nearly half the page is scrawled with red ink and his unintelligible handwriting. Kids, this is why teachers tell you to have good penmanship. Fahy's comments are like him actually speaking, it's fairly amusing. X3 I love Literature, yes I do.

Baaaaaaaaand. Band was short today because of the extra History lecture. 9_9 We practiced Merry Widow(s?) and my convulted instrument made my life hell. The missing screw makes playing horrible and difficult. :( Missing notes all the time~~ HOW. Well, band ended early and there was a massive jamming session when the percussion section practiced Marching Season. Way cool. And random people running around having mocked-up scenes of Star Wars III. Have I mentioned how much I love the band? <3 IT MUST BE SO ANNOYING NOW. I sort of moped around a bit, being somehow in a rather down mood. I shouldn't be feeling down. I kicked academia's ass! Yeah, but I did. Hearing the percussion section made me feel better though.

After that, the whole bunch of us went down to Thomson to eat prata!!! Mmm. I only had enough money for 2 plain prata, though I nearly ordered five. XD Being poor sucks! Dinner was fun though, we played Zhong Ji Mi Ma and made people drink this weird concoction of curry-coke-syendoujiang. Gosh. Then instead of going home, we all wandered around the area for I don't know how long until we FINALLY decided that "hey, it's late, let's all go home!". Pshaw.

Haha, Immy, thank you for letting me steal some of your drink. :D I probably would have withered and died of dehydration. Not. But yes. AND NO THANK YOU LIANG BAO FOR THE HORRIBLE VISION OF YOU AND NIC. GOD. EEEEEEW. EEEEW.

No school tomorrow! I'm going back to SN to collect my O Level certificate and visit the band. I miss SNSB so much. I want to harrass them. Hoho!

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I've decided that it's too much for me. I can't take it any longer. I'm going to lay off for now. I'd love to say "It's not worth it", but I know that it means everything to me and that I can't just brush it off with such a callous statement. But I feel so down, I never really feel happy about it anymore. The trivial, fleeting moments of superficial happiness aren't enough for me. I'd love so much more. Yet, it's very nearly impossible. Thus, I'm going to give up. At least for now, until you convince me otherwise.

The blade of Lucree, stabs my already wounded hart.

"Omggg I'm so proud of youuuuu!!'

I'M IN SEVENTH HEAVEN.

After God knows how long, I picked up one of SN's Yanagisawas and played and played. The alto feels like nothing in my hands, I can't believe that I ever considered it remotely heavy. There was no first alto file lying around, so I grabbed a file which happened to have a few first alto scores in it, and jammed. I miss the alto. There's something about the range, the sound, the feel that brings me onto a whole new level of nirvana that the bari doesn't.

We're selling dumplings for CIP! The band is! How retardly cool is that? And I'm going to be a tour guide for unlucky, unsuspecting tourists. I hope I get Japanese tourists, and not Chinese ones. I'd embarrass my alma mater and my race when I open my mouth to speak (good!) broken Chinese. Actually, it's not that bad, but I have no confidence. Um, yeah. But dumplings! We get to keep the proceeds to ourselves too!

I went back to SN today, as I said earlier, to get my O Level certificate (which proudly displays my Higher Chinese D7!) and to harrassvisit my old teachers and the band. I succeeded at all my aims! How far, to what extent? We actually heckled GWong and then walked around secondary quadrangle repeatedly, momentarily interrupting lessons. We made a lot of noise during the debate in the hall too. We? The first party consisted of me, Yen and Doris. When the latter two left, I joined Melissa, Syl, Yi Min, Jade, Huiying, Jesmine and Freda. 4 Charity 04 again! The English department gushed over my winning essay, and asked me to treat them for a meal or something.

Yeah right! Only when I receive my cheque! Tsk.

SNSB is alright I guess. My expectation of them has risen due to their sparkly Gold. I kept on promoting CJC and CJCSB during my whole visit there. The responses I got were so nostalgic, "I'd rather go poly!", they reminded me of myself at the exact same time last year. It's funny how your perception of things can change in the blink of an eye. They're playing that over-played song of Pirates of The Carribean (Symphonic Suite) and Greensleeves (an Alfred Reed arrangement, because we all know who Ms Sia's favourite composer is) for Jubilate 2. The saxophone sec 1s scare me though. They've got the wrong basics, even after six months! I need to fix it. Pronto. Find time, I shall. I also told my juniors that I'm going to buy them a box of Vandoren reeds, after finding out that Ms Sia has been supplying them with Rico and Zonda reeds. I DISLIKE THOSE TWO BRANDS WITH A PASSION. Zonda not as much, but enough. So look forward to nice, full sounds, SNSaxes!

I'm slightly panicking about the exam tomorrow because I have absolutely no idea on how to study for it. I ended up reading my Economics notes. I'd divinely glad that I'm not taking Maths, despite now decreasing my chances of not taking any math courses in US Unis. The hell people are going through (it's not really hell, but CLOSE ENOUGH) scare me to bits. Like Chinese. But yes, I'm disgressing. Despite doing relatively well for GP, don't look at my dismal comprehension marks, I really want it to be that A or the least, a B+ for my mid-years. Writing nearly comes easily to me, more so than speaking, and if I don't do well I'll probably get murdered by my parents who think so highly of me now. Shit. That was such a long, convulted sentence.

I'm probably losing my touch with writing though. Blame it on my lack of books. I keep on reading the same old, same old. Or history books. SOMEONE SUPPLY ME WITH MORE NOVELS PLEASE?

I'm losing my nerve, can you tell?

You smiled, and then the spell was cast;

but it's too late, I'm indifferent