Sunday, April 17, 2005
I'm supposed to be heading towards subway to study. But hang on. I know already missed breakfast, might as well. Let's just say these days aren't the greatest days of my life.

To make things worse, the radio is player The Killers's Somebody Told Me in techno.

Uncle mentioned if the band needs wake-up call. Okay, for a split second I had this mental image of calling everyone up in the morning and hey it's time for band! Okay, that was quite outta point but you get the drift. By just having 19 days left didn't make things better. It seems that I haven't improved since months back. This stagnant air of stillness. It's not music, music doesn't stop, it's never the same thing a second time isn't it? Surprise yourselves sometimes, if not all the time. Is the band sick? I'll bring down my air purifier if it works. I thought Jericho can bring back the drive in my friends but I saw thoughts of horrid in the faces of my friends. We chose Merry Widow. Then again, it was like a wake-up call. We realised that it's not a gurantee that we'll become the top 2. It's just a black and white thing isn't it? But I love my band, I want to prolong my last performance. I want to perform on presentation night.

Academics at stake. I must not have any reason to blame band for my lousy results. Must do well, must do well. Sigh.

Days like these, I just want to eat a whole basket of bread.

Kids that are happy with their SYF results, well done. I'm proud of you guys too. Kids that are not that happy, it's not the end of the world. Kids that are waiting for their SYF results, slog on.

+mood+
+listening+ james barnes ~ heatherwood portrait