tired. bored.

tireeeeeeeeed.

i hate school worrrkk.

idontwanttogotoschool.idontwanttodomytutorials.


well well well. it has gotten so boring and sickening that cca is actually a relief.


we went to sch (that's singapore conference hall for you) on sat to check out the competition grounds.
so there was this secondary school using their concert hall for practice. competition's next week for them.
sat in although strictly speaking that's against the rules. 'cos it seems like spying geddit. yeah. like seriously. people do resort to underhand methods. like spreading vicious rumours about other jc's orchestras. we shalt not mention names shalt we? eh? algae green?? what a disgrace you are!
anyway we were there right at the back of the hall watching the kids playing their songs, sniggering at the conductor's fine use of the english language. oh yes. and coming up with excuses if we were discovered. like pretending to be their seniors.
to which i snidely replied, 'yeah. i retook my Os so many times finally made it to this school'
haha. sorry. i wasn't in the best of moods that day.


all was fine until their conductor realised that there were unwelcomed visitors observing them. (no thanks to those stupid ahlians who probably thought we were from some rival sec school)
he turned around and all of us nearly got scared to death.
then he bellowed: (no choice lah. the hall kinda big)
"are you all seniors of m******** sec?"
silence.
"erm no?"
pause.
"then can i ask you all to don't stay here?" (i can't remember what he said exactly. but it was something so grammatically incorrect that we started giggling despite the potential trouble we were about to be in)
"erm okay."
we started to move, and that's when he probably realised that we looked too mature to be sec school kids and besides, we were wearing our school U. (stupid lians!)
"which school are you from?"
d'oh. the yellow and white pe shirt still not obvious ah?
so we told him.
pause.
"oh. then i think it's okay la." his students all laugh.
-__-
seriously. maybe i should have just told him dhs then perhaps he would have apologized profusely and begged us to stay and offer them our valuable advice.


i later realised he probably said it was okay because he realised that his asst music director is our conductor.
-____-


ridiculous you know, this kind of mentality people have. when it's a music competition for goodness' sake!
it's supposed to be refined and civilised. not with all these rivalry backstabbing bitching shit.
let me tell you something the chairperson of a self-claimed best orchestra told his jrs.
"don't go to vjco! it sucks!!"
childish.
utterly childish.




hence ends this entry.

cos i'm in a undescribably foul mood. feeling like the biggest idiot on the surface of this planet with the words i've said before coming back to make me bite my tongue.




and when i'm in a bad mood or frustrated i'll invariably twirl my hair obsessively until it resembles a bird's nest.
hoho! so funny. not
yes. i need a haircut. i need a haircut every 6 weeks to keep me looking sane.



oh yar. happy birthday to rui+kes.
it has been 2 years since we last hid in that little storeroom to celebrate their birthdays with that cake. goshh.
the time!