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the girl next door  Cheryl Low ' Eighteen. ' Clarinetist. ' NYJCian ' 08th Nov '91 --- I love the life of performing arts alot and my life is all about Family and Friends --- please remember to tagg! (: |
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Saturday, August 11, 2007
morning, yes, i almost blasted his head off.
like i've better things to do than to improve on my theory,
cosidering that my prelims are like TEN days away, and i've so many things untouched.
so why cant he just take pity on me,
rather than FORCING me to try and retry and retry when
i've already said that i dint once touch my organ this whole week?
and then he goes on blabbering non-stop.
yahyahyah.
what he knows?
he faces that stupid organ day in day out,
and he doesnt mind cause thats what he loves
but me? i love my organ too,
but not theory.
what improvisation and transposition just makes me so flustered.
Y.U.C.K.
and made me promise that i'll practice my organ this week.
like i can? and i would?
u like it, but i dont. thats the difference.
u got it? RAHS!
so morning was ruined, again.
and then when i reached home,
mum hinted to me that i'm like not worried about my prelims.
yes, i know. but attitude changed.
i put in more effort for my commontest.
serious.
and in the end my results are like that
so now, i didnt put in effort for prelims,
guess how will i fare?
i wonder what happened.
yes, thinking again cheryl.
u can think till ur mind goes haywired and nothing changes.
carry on thinking cheryl.
whatever,
i guess my job as a student is just to face those dreaded books.
and force myself to drink in chunks and chunks of paragraphs.
and then practice and practice till my hands rot.
*rolls eyes*
right. as simple as all that.
so yes, i'm gonna do so.
if thats why everybody wants.
screwed.