i am notorious for being unresponsible.
Feb. 11th, 2007 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigWell no, ignore that subject heading because I really am not really unresponsible in any way. But my mum (and her twisted humor) likes to make believe that her daughter is really some chain-swinging, beer guzzling girl who could care less about her friends.
That is to say, she likes to imagine that I am going to throw my friends in the gaijin-unfriendly clutches of Japan and leave them to fend for themselves. =A=;;; MOTHER. WHY DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? She spent the whole of lunch telling me to tell irresponsible males of the budget and make sure that no one starves and omgggg. I nearly wanted to die of embarrassment because I thought, "Why is my mum finding all of this funny?" If I ever become a mom, I will not even want to imagine my kids being weird and irresponsible. Let them be angels and not run around naked yelling "FREEDOM!!!!!!!!".
For one, why would I want my friends to go dead broke while in Japan? That will mean that I will have to bail them out. No seriously. I don't grow money on trees and I don't want me to become THE GODFATHER. You can kiss my ring but I won't give you cash. Unless you promise me undying loyalty and take a bullet from my rival Mafia Gang Boss for me. But that won't happen for various logical reasons, SO NO GODFATHER BABA.
Mother, mother, mother. You have such little faith in me! Or rather, your sense of humor makes you say the most insane things ever. And people ask me what's wrong with my sense of humor.
So anyhoo, I spent the whole of yesterday running around Singapore doing what a normal Singapore teenager would do. Actually I lie, because well I am a bandgeek and bandgeeks aren't considered "normal" by far.
Morning was spent at Vivocity to pick up Tsu's delicious wooden Mont Blanc birthday present and then walking around Vivocity aimlessly because I was too early for my next date. So at around two, I met Sim at Centrepoint and we had a lovely time with ChingYi at Haagen Daaz having CHEAP DISCOUNTED ICE-CREAM for lunch and I think I could have died and gone to heaven. <33 Sim and I then lolled about town and walked around our once hip-and-happening place that is The Heeren. I remember how GMUFC used to claim it as the coolest place on earth and used to pile in there week after week at Thirty Seven Degrees(which has now, sold out to mainstream consumerism) and FourSkin (which also has sold out to GIRL CLOTHES, WHAT??!) to lust over the multi-purpose board shorts and flipflops.
Ah, young times.
We rushed over to Orchard MRT station to meet Tsu so that I could pass her her birthday present and then stayed to chat a while as she uh, came up with horribly waffy stories that fanfics are made of. No seriously, no shower scenes Tsu. I beg that of you. Shoujo bubbles are more than enough!
And yes, a certain Reon was late (lalalaalalalalalate) in passing me GameAxis so we changed the meeting place to Toa Payoh, where the alumni banders were pigging out at Kou Fu. He finally arrived, hurrah and I got my magazine (and a book! a book!) and off to alumni band we went!
Alumni band was fantastically sad. I can't describe how emo I am about it right now. I miss my instrument so much. It pains me to finally be able to play it and realize that fuck, my tone is horrible and what the, I am absolutely dying under the deluge of running notes. But more importantly,
SAMUEL WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING TO MY INSTRUMENT?
Seriously, I am effing incensed and will be stomping to school on of these days to give him/you a firm whack on the head with my baritone saxophone case. WHY IS THERE SCOTCHTAPE ON THE KEYS. WHY ARE THERE MORE DENTS? WHY IS MY MOUTHPIECE NOT WASHED AND FILLED WITH MOSS AND GUNK? WHY DID YOU NOT KEEP THE REEDS PROPERLY? WHY IS MY D AND E KEYS SPOILT?
I finally took back my reedguards. They are mine. I bought them and if you can't take care of my instrument I am not leaving them there FREE OF CHARGE. (Especially since Bro Paul is being anal about auditing and everything. HI BRO PAUL I BOUGHT THEM. $10 OF REEDGUARDS ARE MIIIINEEE.)
It's positively disgusting! I know you don't exactly love the bari as much as I do, but this is sheer disrespect. I can't stand it. I need to give you a wake up call.
With that being said, I am thoroughly depressed because I won't be able to play for the band concert on the 31st. I know, what the fuck? Sir was yelling/shouting/demanding that he refused to let Ellyne and I leave for Japan because apparently we're so needed (Ellyne's importance I agree with but mine?) for the concert and yes. While it was certainly ego-inflating to hear that we're needed, it was frustrating at the same time because we can't postpone the trip. Absolutely not. Not through all the trouble we've been through. That and the fact that we cannot bloody forfeit our tickets.
Getting back to the topic, I'm horribly rusty with sight-reading. I was totally messed up at yesterday's practice that I had to rely on Jeremy (hurrah for lower woodwinds) once again to cover my horrible mistakes up. Thanks Jerm! My left hand man has returned to the bass clarinet! TO COVER THE NONSENSICAL BARITONE SAXOPHONE UP.
I want to play. Ellyne wants to play. We want to play. But we need and want to go to Japan too. Argh.
In that same vein, thank you for picking up the call, thank you for keeping me relatively calm before I actually jumped off the second storey and break a limb.
Supper with the band, all 16 of us, was refreshing. I miss going out for supper like the old times. We'd be noisy, annoying, disturbing, everything like a pack of monkeys. I wish I could return to the old days.
But here's to tomorrow, and another day after that.
That is to say, she likes to imagine that I am going to throw my friends in the gaijin-unfriendly clutches of Japan and leave them to fend for themselves. =A=;;; MOTHER. WHY DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? She spent the whole of lunch telling me to tell irresponsible males of the budget and make sure that no one starves and omgggg. I nearly wanted to die of embarrassment because I thought, "Why is my mum finding all of this funny?" If I ever become a mom, I will not even want to imagine my kids being weird and irresponsible. Let them be angels and not run around naked yelling "FREEDOM!!!!!!!!".
For one, why would I want my friends to go dead broke while in Japan? That will mean that I will have to bail them out. No seriously. I don't grow money on trees and I don't want me to become THE GODFATHER. You can kiss my ring but I won't give you cash. Unless you promise me undying loyalty and take a bullet from my rival Mafia Gang Boss for me. But that won't happen for various logical reasons, SO NO GODFATHER BABA.
Mother, mother, mother. You have such little faith in me! Or rather, your sense of humor makes you say the most insane things ever. And people ask me what's wrong with my sense of humor.
So anyhoo, I spent the whole of yesterday running around Singapore doing what a normal Singapore teenager would do. Actually I lie, because well I am a bandgeek and bandgeeks aren't considered "normal" by far.
Morning was spent at Vivocity to pick up Tsu's delicious wooden Mont Blanc birthday present and then walking around Vivocity aimlessly because I was too early for my next date. So at around two, I met Sim at Centrepoint and we had a lovely time with ChingYi at Haagen Daaz having CHEAP DISCOUNTED ICE-CREAM for lunch and I think I could have died and gone to heaven. <33 Sim and I then lolled about town and walked around our once hip-and-happening place that is The Heeren. I remember how GMUFC used to claim it as the coolest place on earth and used to pile in there week after week at Thirty Seven Degrees(which has now, sold out to mainstream consumerism) and FourSkin (which also has sold out to GIRL CLOTHES, WHAT??!) to lust over the multi-purpose board shorts and flipflops.
Ah, young times.
We rushed over to Orchard MRT station to meet Tsu so that I could pass her her birthday present and then stayed to chat a while as she uh, came up with horribly waffy stories that fanfics are made of. No seriously, no shower scenes Tsu. I beg that of you. Shoujo bubbles are more than enough!
And yes, a certain Reon was late (lalalaalalalalalate) in passing me GameAxis so we changed the meeting place to Toa Payoh, where the alumni banders were pigging out at Kou Fu. He finally arrived, hurrah and I got my magazine (and a book! a book!) and off to alumni band we went!
Alumni band was fantastically sad. I can't describe how emo I am about it right now. I miss my instrument so much. It pains me to finally be able to play it and realize that fuck, my tone is horrible and what the, I am absolutely dying under the deluge of running notes. But more importantly,
SAMUEL WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING TO MY INSTRUMENT?
Seriously, I am effing incensed and will be stomping to school on of these days to give him/you a firm whack on the head with my baritone saxophone case. WHY IS THERE SCOTCHTAPE ON THE KEYS. WHY ARE THERE MORE DENTS? WHY IS MY MOUTHPIECE NOT WASHED AND FILLED WITH MOSS AND GUNK? WHY DID YOU NOT KEEP THE REEDS PROPERLY? WHY IS MY D AND E KEYS SPOILT?
I finally took back my reedguards. They are mine. I bought them and if you can't take care of my instrument I am not leaving them there FREE OF CHARGE. (Especially since Bro Paul is being anal about auditing and everything. HI BRO PAUL I BOUGHT THEM. $10 OF REEDGUARDS ARE MIIIINEEE.)
It's positively disgusting! I know you don't exactly love the bari as much as I do, but this is sheer disrespect. I can't stand it. I need to give you a wake up call.
With that being said, I am thoroughly depressed because I won't be able to play for the band concert on the 31st. I know, what the fuck? Sir was yelling/shouting/demanding that he refused to let Ellyne and I leave for Japan because apparently we're so needed (Ellyne's importance I agree with but mine?) for the concert and yes. While it was certainly ego-inflating to hear that we're needed, it was frustrating at the same time because we can't postpone the trip. Absolutely not. Not through all the trouble we've been through. That and the fact that we cannot bloody forfeit our tickets.
Getting back to the topic, I'm horribly rusty with sight-reading. I was totally messed up at yesterday's practice that I had to rely on Jeremy (hurrah for lower woodwinds) once again to cover my horrible mistakes up. Thanks Jerm! My left hand man has returned to the bass clarinet! TO COVER THE NONSENSICAL BARITONE SAXOPHONE UP.
I want to play. Ellyne wants to play. We want to play. But we need and want to go to Japan too. Argh.
In that same vein, thank you for picking up the call, thank you for keeping me relatively calm before I actually jumped off the second storey and break a limb.
Supper with the band, all 16 of us, was refreshing. I miss going out for supper like the old times. We'd be noisy, annoying, disturbing, everything like a pack of monkeys. I wish I could return to the old days.
But here's to tomorrow, and another day after that.
