Apart from the glass-shattering, ear-splitting BOOM from my horns part during the first 4 bars of the song, I must say I was pretty satisfied with our overall performance. All of us were. And I didn’t screw up either of my upbeat entrances. Cheers!
Kudos to Hueyuen and Stephen for keeping the song tight! And many thanks to the 6 guests for rocking with us and making the first symphonic metal song of the semester possible!
Band assessment 1 down, 2 more to go before the axe swings home for Finals in April.
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There was something inexplicably wrong with Wei Kit just now. Honestly. He just kept laughing throughout dinner. Like he breathed in too much of helium gas or something. Plus, he and Sudharma were both oddly enthusiastic about screwing up their classes and assignments this past week.
Talk about stress cracking people up, if you get my drift.
Which is why I have writing. It is an output for all the pressure and absurdity I’m absorbing on a daily basis. It is my chlordiazepoxide.
Anyway, since dad wouldn’t be picking me up till 9pm, I tagged along with them to Giant to accompany Sudharma for grocery shopping, or, to pinpoint it, junk shopping. Nachos, crackers, cookies, frozen sausages, chewing gum, and the likes of them. The relationship between guys, junk and sanity still befuddles me. Someone theorize it, please.
Not that I’m going to bother myself with it. Wei Kit thinks I think too much =.=”
But let’s look on the bright side, though I don’t mean the junk factor in guys is a negative issue. I found myself a Giant shopping accomplice! All I have to do is align my schedule with Sudharma’s and scratch out a common free slot when we needed to refill our food vault. Yay. Starvation worries solved (:
It was pouring slightly heavier than before when we were about to leave. Boo. Though I wouldn’t quite mind if I weren’t wearing my dumb baggy, floor-sweeping jeans. Made me think of the good old occasional days of dashing through the slashes of rain from the gate to the petrol station; partially out of impatience, partially out of madness, partially out of spite. But as it was, I was marched back to the college in a prim-and-proper manner by Sudharma with an umbrella over my head (Wei Kit simply plucked mine of out my hands and strode away with it). Not that I was complaining. I just missed my impetuosity.
Still had an hour or so to kill when we reached the top of the hill. Decided to spend it in the Floor of Pianos (Block C Level 1 duh), half of it teaching Sudharma and the other half making a fool out of myself (guess who hasn’t been practicing much these days?).
Got home around 10.15pm and went brain-dead soon after. 6 hours of Playwrights Workshop with Ben Payne tomorrow. Wish me luck on my survival My lack of avidity scares me. I need chocolate.
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