love me, love me not
no, i'm not plucking the petals of the dying flower that jia en and beejuan gave.
i took a taxi ride to school this morning. the uncle drove through orchard. thought there would be a jam along steven's road, but it was a saturday so it was quite empty. i expect the city is quiet at certain times. it has to be - how can anyone live in so much noise and dust?
i cut my hair last night so today it looked dumbdumb, but then i got pass the hair/attire check and made it to the stage for the opening ceremony. i think we played well, and regardless of how much i disliked 'auspicium melioris aevi', i couldn't help but love it when we performed it.
jia en smsed me saying that you were in the audience at the tentage, and i did see you. i think heaven's playing me again and again. i mean, with majority of the school in the lecture theatres watching the live feed, what are the chances of you being in the tentage? and, amongst so many other guests from the public, what are the chances of you being so visible to me? i choose to believe in fate.
your classmate probably deliberately made you walk pass the physics laboratory. you were so clearly at the back of the tentage that your route of exit should have been the foyer. and yet you walked past when i came out of the laboratory. what are the chances of that? jia en and siuchu are so friendly with your classmate.
i registered for the bone marrow donation. it was quite painful when the lady squeezed and squeezed for the blood to come out. went for the art exhibition and saw beejuan's work. omg 10% of it is so mine lah.
didn't eat much for lunch. rushed like crazy to syo rehearsal due to unforseen circumstances. today's rehearsal was really short because there was the annual general meeting. much of it was spent playing the games and rachmaninov's second piano concerto is in c minor!!!
there was free dinner after the games. omg the laksa was so hot. i still finished it yay. justin ong violated me many times on the bus back to the mrt, but i'm still v!
i'm a bit claustrophobic in the lifts.
i took a taxi ride to school this morning. the uncle drove through orchard. thought there would be a jam along steven's road, but it was a saturday so it was quite empty. i expect the city is quiet at certain times. it has to be - how can anyone live in so much noise and dust?
i cut my hair last night so today it looked dumbdumb, but then i got pass the hair/attire check and made it to the stage for the opening ceremony. i think we played well, and regardless of how much i disliked 'auspicium melioris aevi', i couldn't help but love it when we performed it.
jia en smsed me saying that you were in the audience at the tentage, and i did see you. i think heaven's playing me again and again. i mean, with majority of the school in the lecture theatres watching the live feed, what are the chances of you being in the tentage? and, amongst so many other guests from the public, what are the chances of you being so visible to me? i choose to believe in fate.
your classmate probably deliberately made you walk pass the physics laboratory. you were so clearly at the back of the tentage that your route of exit should have been the foyer. and yet you walked past when i came out of the laboratory. what are the chances of that? jia en and siuchu are so friendly with your classmate.
i registered for the bone marrow donation. it was quite painful when the lady squeezed and squeezed for the blood to come out. went for the art exhibition and saw beejuan's work. omg 10% of it is so mine lah.
didn't eat much for lunch. rushed like crazy to syo rehearsal due to unforseen circumstances. today's rehearsal was really short because there was the annual general meeting. much of it was spent playing the games and rachmaninov's second piano concerto is in c minor!!!
there was free dinner after the games. omg the laksa was so hot. i still finished it yay. justin ong violated me many times on the bus back to the mrt, but i'm still v!
i'm a bit claustrophobic in the lifts.
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