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Cello, Piano
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iPod nano
contacts
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nice bag; tote or handbag
new clothes
new books
good grades--the best for the last!
Music
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
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Tune stuck in head-Millionaire-Andre3000 and Kelis Idea stuck in head-How The Incredibles just remind me of Captain Underpants, thus the title of this entry. =_="' Stuff to be motivated to do-Piano....
Hell-o, earthlings.
Well, the GOOD news is that I'm going to have the same piano teacher...at least untill March next year. Only for theory. I like my piano teacher a lot...I'll miss her when she doesn't teach me anymore. But now there's the problem of finding a practical teacher. Any recomendations? Any?!?!? Oh yeah. Apparantlly my very first piano teacher still remembers me...I didn't know I was so worth remembering...at least more worth than lulu. Wahaha...
Erm yeah. This monday, Ee Lyn and I went for our concert rehearsal. Venue-Singapore Japanese Association. started at 2pm. We saw this girl from 1I (Jia Min) there. She did a piano piece before imtermission. Ee Lyn mentioned how bright her dress was. She seems to have a major problem with pink. Then there was this boy who sort of forgot how to end the song and he shouted "SHIT!!" so loudly that the whole function room could hear. Everybody started laughing and Mrs Low was rather...amused? When it was our turn, Ee Lyn sang better than all the practices put together, despite not vocalising. Amazingly good. She swore her parents were laughing and that made her more nervous. In fact, she was like a walking block of ice before the whole thing. Or is she one usually? oops...And we had to bow twice cos we weren't in unison. So we are number 28. Remember...28...28...28... After the rehearsal was phototaking and Mrs Low made the girls carry the chairs in. The guys never did ANYTHING! Because the oldest was probably P4. Except the only violinist. But yeah. So you could actually see the fussy mothers arranging their boys' collars and telling them to sit up straight and smilie fromthe back of the auditorium. Mothers...they fuss over you unnecessarily, over your posture and over your vitamin suplement intake. sigh. The whole thing was rather amusing, though. We skipped the tea break cos we weren't hungry, but Ee Lyn's mum boght me ice-cream on the way back. Thanx!! I thought the whole thing was a nice expecience...afterall it was my first time wearing court shoes.
So yesterday, my mum brought me out to Orchard, but we shopped around at Wisma Atria and Takashimaya. The motive was to buy a blouse for me for the performance. We managed to accomplish that. Me mum bought a skirt and a knitted blouse from the same shop. She hates knitted stuff, but I don't know what got into her. And I fell in love with this purple dress there. It looks like a trench-coat with a round collar with a button at the side. And there's a belt with an oval, white, plastic buckle. $88. Stupid number, but I really like it!!!!!!!! I want it for CNY!!! I shal put it on my wishlist. Then we got a brown blouse for me at another shop. Hopefully I have no problem matching it with anything else. After walking around somemore, we went back...really exhausted.
I wonder what today brings for me. Hope to visit my godma! Haha...
The Heavens shall open again The Stars will lose their way, And Fear decends upon the earth A saint awakens and destroys the seal of chains. Ravenous teeth shall rape the land The land! Tis cruel. Crimson Blood stains the ground Under the Sun The 8 jewels of Legend and Lore shall appear And Satan will have arisen. . Heed these words ye wise man! A day shall come Upon which the soil shall 8 stars be affixed, Nightmare’s Day shall it be called When Heaven’s rays divide the sky and Echoing wails ring in the Valley of Death, And a light will come down upon this land from the world once forgotten.
- excerpt from ‘Nightmare’s Day’, of the Great Prophecy [the Secromicon] -
I mumbled to myself not to mumble ever again- 4:19 PM
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