Tuesday, September 9, 2008

OMG HECTIC!!!!!!!

it is freaking Running...

Monday.. Oh my holy crap... was running around the whole day... we went to Ben's place in e morning to surprise with HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!... apparently we were to early... haa.. then after that i rushed down to school for rhythm ensemble.. which i was almost late for.. phew!. ok its boring or at least i find it.. its more on memory work.. and because i'm on the shaker.. all i do is.. 1234123412341234 yea.. then rot rot rot till Keyboard class that was suppose to last till 6? but i left halfway cos well.. i find myself in a very awkward position that i'm being OSTRACIZED as being good when i'm NOT... i go into class having 0 knowledge of what the CRAP he is talking.. so i rushed down to Sam's place for surprise of the day Number 2.. well wasn't as good as we had initially planned but oh well.. then we went for dinner and Ice-Cream.. and then headed for home..

Tuesday... our first lunch-time performance class.. basically just watching performances.. it was also a joint event to wish Mona Farewell as she leaves LASALLE.. the Theme was Classical.. was ok at first till it just drained my focus and i was like busy of thinking of like stuffs.. then Choir followed after, had a new song which is a-tonal.. generally just speaking, "Valse".. fun very... in a way i love choir a lot.. getting to sing.. something i like to do..

Wednesday CONVOCATION DAY.. but not for me.. because our lecturer is external thus class resumes.. not that we stayed very long.. after we were left alone to deal with our own devices we just left early.. since ATTENDANCE was NOT going to be marked.

Thursday was like OMG... droning.. generally thursday is the most academic day? it starts off with Aural class.. very fun.. and History.. interesting but generally tiring.. and i become the Archive to look for because all i do is stare at the screen in front and type away thus i'm never to slow to get down everything that is in front.. pretty amazed by how much i remember the keyboard that my fingers already memorized the movements to write words without looking at it.. its like a rhythm to it.. following which was Research and Critical writing.. was so much soother because the Librarian/Resourcer came to visit us and gave us a talk.. and gave us LOTS and Lots of information.. i love her.. she gave me lots of places to get journals on Arts Management.. that will help me a lot!!.. love u Malar

Friday, Yoga, seriously it injures me more than it helps.. of cos i managed to find myself being able to talk after the session after seemingly losing my voice in the morning... then had the MOST DRAMATIC THEORY CLASS EVA!!.. poor mel.. blacked out in class.. trust me the ambience there was like.. Oh My GOD!!... it was like EMERGENCY CODE RED!!! MOVE MOVE MOVE SCRAMBLE!!! it was double the shock when we heard the ambulance.. wish u good health yea mel? Afterwhich, theory was cancelled cos Adrain didn't feel like teaching anymore after that serie of event. Gamelan really just makes me sleep..

Saturday.. Oh god a Break day... took my time to rejuvinate myself before going to Theory. after Theory got home ate and fell asleep.. i'm dead tired..

Sunday had lesson which i myself find it better but not good enough.. i expected more from myself.. because i know what the concept is.. i know what i need to produce but i'm just not producing.. WHICH SERIOUSLY IRRITATES ME.. then i rushed to Sengkang to join Bryan for some Volunteer work for Yoga, "Karma".. Old Folks home.. i swear when i was at the gates.. i smelt the strong essence of Death..

Yesterday OMG... i swear to Heaven and Hell i want to kill my team mates.. "Where's your pipa? Why didn't you bring your pipa?" Its like HELLO!!?!?!?~~ why the $^*@ should i bring my pipa on a random day without notice.. and of the cos for $^%#'s sake i'm not going to rehearse with you.. so after rhythm ensemble i just went home..

Today was REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY GETTING ON MY NERVES ALREADY... i went for the stupid rehearsal at 11am.. knowing that i'll probably be scammed again? i arrived at 11.40am to find only 2 people out of 4 present.. THANKS i feel so glad working with you guys.. and trust me.. the works made are like so predictable.. i took out my pipa and i started playing with them without even needing them to tell me their concept or idea behind this whole serie.. i know i shouldn't be like such a bitchy bitch with my classmates but seriosly.. its already freaking week 6... went for Lunch-time performance again today was Jazz.. then choir was the same.. but this time we had another group to work with to do a research.. my group was the Nazi-Movement.. and well someone took leadership.. someone i hope didn't.. and was bitching his way around.. of cos his retardedness and vision impairedness failed to realise NOBODY wants to follow HIS WAY.. "May i have ur attn please?" ignores and continue chatting* .. seems like everyone knows my attitude... its like ST looked at me and laughed cos i just rolled my eyes away hearing what the dear self-proclaimed leader/editor/collator has to say.. i was like.. I don't trust U to edit my work.. NO WAY.. then our beloved drummer came after choir.. and i was ASKED TO STAY BACK JUST FOR HIM?!?!?!? HELL NO WAY.. i walked off and went home..



PERSONAL SPACE:

I'M FREAKING SICK AND STRESSED AT E MOMENT.. I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING &#^$ down the road.. and wish i could murder people.. At the end of the day.. all i can say is.. IVAN... Watch yourself and don't let your attitude/character get out of hand..

Sometimes i dunno what to believe.. everything can be there just there for now.. few days down the road.. everything changed.. its no longer the same.. as much as i like things to be kept the way i liked it.. i also must accept the fact.. i'm not God.. things change and hopefully they change for the better.. Its ok.. Ivan will be fine... getting used to it.. Trust in time like i say.. trust in time..

i'm now just going to friggin pop panadols into my blackhole and hope miracle happens overnite.. or at least.. if not then just KILL ME bad enough that i can't get off bed..


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Ivan/WeiJie.

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