To start off I would like to comment on today's guitar practice. Honestly, it was a really good practice, I felt. That's why I seldom prefer to come for practice if Sir Gaspar wasn't there conducting, coz our standard would drop like crazy and it would be a waste of time. But today's practice was one of those practices that made you smile with satisfaction after you completed a piece, namely Concerto in A minor by Vivaldi.

Yes, at least its better than some other fatal guitar mistakes such as, direct quote, "i broke my g string on a minor!"

Before I forget, "UP YOURS!"

Okay thanks to my trusty Louvre diary thing I have some things to write about. I have terrible memory, and I can't even remember if I returned the Vivaldi soundtrack to Bryan, which I'm pretty sure I did.

MAH CATUHPILLAH IZ PUPIFAH-YING.

And one interesting observation just now at the Raja block was regarding the RE teacher allocation papers thing on the boards. I noticed that all the names written in small caps were from Tao Nan. Super, eh?

We did some goal setting thing in EL class, and I'd like to point out a few. Some include "Visiting Venice with friends at the End of Year" as well as "be admitted to an art university in France". Which is true. Its so much easier than a scholarship.

Recently watched Burn After Reading, an example of black comedy, relevant to Lit. Its actually quite interesting. Its really boring to watch and sit through, but the storyline is brilliant. Sharp twists and turns that keep the viewer wondering what comes next, as well as a abrupt twist ending. Shant spoil, go wiki it.

AH YES. MY LIBRARY FINE. Joshua Suwe you owe me more than forty bucks, around sixteen for the late fine and twenty six for losing the book. And yes, Fragile Things was due in March last year.

Next year when I enter RJC I have no idea what subjects I want to take, but I'm pretty sure they include art and maths, unless something drastically wrong happens to my GPA of these two subjects by the end of the year. But I do know that I want to join the Archery and Fencing CCAs. Hopefully I have time to take both. Hopefully?

And now my conscience insists I let him say something.


Then if you are unhappy
what will you have me do?
a pretence not enough for the sunshine once there,
for i will sacrifice my happiness for yours, for you.
is this what you wanted?

and i've looked to the past and i could see,
nothing is impossible and we could clearly be,
but if we met not each other and of love never sung,
the evenings non-existent and we never were young,
then let us rewrite history.

For happiness was made for you, not me,
Choose you crush all my hopes but end my misery,
Say your magic words,

then we can be free.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.