sore throat. voice lost. now, drowsy cox of the medicine.
was supposed to walk to skul wif the malaysians on wed, but bad sorethroat stopped me from going to skul even. then they sent me the 'get well soon' msgs. feels so warm suddenly. smilez. thanks ppl! ur msgs really made my day. and ya, i missed sectionals dat day. missed band prac. for the first time, i feel the lost in not turning up for band. i felt good ponning band pracs in ny. oops, i hope yanzhen doesnt see this. i shall try not to fall sick and lose my voice this year.
perhaps, when u like something, u treasure it and look forward to doing it.
not that i dun like nycb, but i dun feel i belong there. i just feel dear to my eupho, that's all. and i wonder who is using my instru now. whoever it is, pls take good care of him. pls nvr drop the mouthpiece. nvr leave fingerprints or water stains on him. use the cloth pls.
wadever, like that person know this blog exist.
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og bbq on fri. my voice was even deeper than darel's. omg. and i learnt the bimbo cheer. as usual, invigours made me laugh so much. itz really fun wif them, like sth i havent experienced since i left poilam.
as i lay down on the rock, the sky was simply too big for me to see all. and it was... empty. where had the moon gone? stars were smiling, or were they not?
peace. i felt that. it came from deep inside.
somehow, when u just stare into the blank sky, u just feel like closing ur eyes, and listen to the waves gently touching the rocks. itz nature's symphony. and all u feel is....
P E A C E
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i cant go hawaii. sadd. the euphos are going, except me. dunno why, i just feel like crying for that fact alone. but i cant. i'm not earning money myself. who am i to even ask 6000 ringgit just for 5 days' enjoyment? the marginal cost is outweigh the marginal benefit. or wadever u say it in econs terms.
and sat band prac was like wet blanket to me. i hate it when i cant sustain my high f. urgh. halfway thru wif heart and voice i'm ald dying. my throat was completely dry and itchy and painful. so i really had to force out my air. sorry throat and diaphragm. i really wanna play. play properly. but as usual, when i'm forcing, my tone gets harsh and very thin. or just one word to describe... SUCKY. i really had no mood to play well that day. florentiner march. oso bad, but not as bad.
with heart and voice. how? my heart is sinking, and my voice is gone.
florentiner march. well, at least i can march, wif my instru.
