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because it ain't necessarily so
Foreword.


I am forced by the passing of time, the transition of life stages, and the expectations of society to grow up and to behave like a "grown-up" (whatever that would constitute). But here, I would just be a little childish, a little self-centered, a little irresponsible, a little too honest but also a little too pretentious.

24, and still counting.



Flashback.

Kept all my past posts intact because my past was what made me, me. Deleting them doesn't change who I am so I revisit my memories sometimes, to learn and to laugh at my past mistakes.

(Just kidding, I revert some posts to drafts because I'm utterly embarrassed.)


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we shared the same tune ,
Monday, November 21, 2011 | 5:18 PM



Frequency of my blogging dropping like shit . Feeling very remorseful personally so please dont whine to me more about it . :/ Today's the 21st , also my 3rd month with my sweetest now . *insert truckloads of hearts* Went to watch choir concert on 16 Nov de other day with my sweetest . Had the worst of cramps and wearing this high heels which i seldom wear . Yeah imagine the pain . Totally worthy though . Cause i had the time of my life . The concert was highly-entertaining . Enjoyed sharing stories about the performers onstage to my sweetest . There was a part which i closed my eyes and almost fell asleep to the melodious tunes of RVChorale ♥

Anyways , speaking of performance , my own band performance at the University Cultural Center with the Yuhua Concert Band ended better than i expected . :D We were the opening item in which we were the background then there were dancers from other schools dancing in front of us . Normally during practice , yours truly no mistake de , but that day dunno what happen , forgot a few steps here and there . Anyways , it made the people around me from my section laughed . Totally worth it . There's this guy , a malay one year younger than me , chubby chubby , more meaty than my brother whom i found extremely cute and hilarious , couldn't stop laughing at my mistakes . LOL . But the laugh was very infectious and made the whole dance very enjoyable . :D

Anyways , Ms Chan almost removed percussion from the opening thingy . Gosh so glad she din . :x Kellie commented to me afterwards that when she chased us off stage my face was like filled with contempt and looking murderous when the rest was like crest-fallen . LOL . I cant help it . :/ i dont smile i look like gangster , i smile people think i not serious . Haish . Suddenly rmb that time i attempted to act cute in front of my dad and he scold me got attitude problem . .___. My face really that horrible meh T.T

But super glad in de end we pulled it off and managing to have so much fun . :D And that was my BEST performance out of so many practices especially for the Jpop medley song . And it was my first time at the UCC . Learnt so much stuffs especially learning alongside the yuhua ppl . Realized i'm like nothing compared to the YuhuaPercuz section leader and i'm already collapsing in stress when she handles and achieve so much more than me *hung head in shame* . Din went for the last 2 band practises and apparently they had sectionals and they were like slacking away . So pissed when i heard about it . But now in a dilemma on how to scold them . And one thing that never fails to bug me ever since i become SL .... whether i have the rights to scold them . NOT looking forward to the next band practice . :/


There . The enormous size of 100 people with 60 percent from Yuhua and 40 percent from RV . Another chapter in my RVCB career that i'll never forget . Looking forward to another combine performance with them :D Speaking of RVCB career , they now already trying to pull the year 3s into senior band . But i dont think i will continue . Shall be insistent . :x Really wanted to join photography club , ELDDS and some community service stuffs instead . ELDDS has forever been my interest . Shall try to go for it . Drama and debate ...

Anyways , 3 weeks of holidays has passed and already i'm worrying about school starting . Time passes by too fast all the time , yet too slow when you look at it . They say how long or short time feels depends on the situation you're in . Imagine 5 minutes waiting outside the toilet and 5 minutes in the toilet cubicle . Or compare 5 minutes before an essay paper end and 5 minutes before recess starts . Not sure my point get put across but woke up this morning feeling grateful to God that i could sleep in and not worry about school or work . :) Promise to post more ( and better ) stuffs next time . :)

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