Saturday, June 28, 2008
this is not a very healthy thing. i'm tired :(
my brain's almost dead. and i am convinced that i'm destined to play classical music. there's this very logical patch in my brain that tells me i should feel insecure when i play without the taugays. damn gay. yes, that part of me is a control freak. i need to perform AS NOTATED. crap. so square brain like a spongebob. tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!
people who play samba for life have damn a lot of memory space. all the calls and breaks and grooves and swings and etc etc. like 2000gb or something.
yes i'm talking about samba because as usual we had the samba rehearsal. it went okay today. didn't move much, wasn't really in the moments; probably because i was (and AM) quite drained. and now they're telling me that rehearsals for percussion ensemble concert will be on sunday, tuesday and thursday for next week. like, thanks man. ALTERNATE DAYS - eat up my week, means i either stay in singapore for the week, or travel in and out of singapore like a cow. the latter will drain me even further [note: financially very draining too]. tsk!
this is starting to sound very much like a bad mood entry. so let's take a look at the following picture!
the very cute cookie monster boy. his cheeks were SO RED. so cute la please!
sarah stupid. the fitch shirt reads quite so very otherwise if you miss the first letter.
the bunch of samba people, during break.
my very emo cup relacing at one korner.
i'm suddenly thinking of kahmun's coconut song. it goes like this, 'i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, coconuts (repeats endlessly)' indefinite pitched masterpiece. i haven't really figured out how it worked but you need to add that bit of british accent when you utter the lyrics.
sometimes it takes a lot for you to realise how wrong you were. it might take you to repeat the mistake again, or worse, if someone you know repeats the mistake, and you get to see it from an outsider's point of view. that perspective's so clear it renders you no platform to fall back on. it shows you what you did exactly, who you'd hurt in the process and how sorry you'd ought to feel.
sigh...emotions.
Y12:26 AM
the very cute cookie monster boy. his cheeks were SO RED. so cute la please! 
sarah stupid. the fitch shirt reads quite so very otherwise if you miss the first letter.
the bunch of samba people, during break. 
my very emo cup relacing at one korner.