Saturday, January 21, 2006
shit.
so tired.
and i'm kind of being stretched thin by things like homework, band (outdoor season now) and keeping this blog.
seriously, its torturous.
"time management!" you shriek.
what the hell.
shut up.
different people, different er levels of tiredness.
cant think of a word.
kuchinahnah la.
i'm becoming like kwara day by day. kaos.
take now for instance, i have a literature essay about the dramatic significance and suspense on act one scene one of macbeth which is supposedly three pages long, plus physics, A math questions, E math homework to try again, new scores to memorise and an A math test on monday to boot.
not forgetting that my tolerance is already kind of worn out by junying's rants about her un-united section and lazy juniors (with the exception of allan, surprisingly, way to go, allan!) and with me reflecting on my own section, i would have to say that trombones are not really that united too.
plus, i wasnt really satisfied with my performance at band today and generally felt that i could put in more effort. like instead of a 100%, i should have put in a 150% today.
sorry, but the serious side in me surfaces when i'm in band. shouldnt that be the case? band isnt some past time or hobby. its a passion. its a life.
but looking on the bright side, my juniors are really a hardworking bunch and generally we managed to help each other out with stuff like setting up chairs and taking stands and files without the constant urging by siewmin to do it.
my juniors are so loveable. =)
well, thats something to be happy about.
haha. i miss siewmin.
she, unfortunately, has the chickenpox.
what the hell.
and to top things off, eugene has also gotten some sort of illness and couldnt be there to talk to me and let me thrash whatever issues i have about absolutely anything on him.
poor guy.
and of course, what did i, the ever patient and caring friend do?
well, i had that sarcastic tone in my voice when he called to tell me that he was sick and couldnt really talk and i was generally being a bitch about the whole thing.
guilt-ridden now.
thank you conscience, but thats enough guilt for one night.
and as if that wasnt enough guilt piled on me, after that first call, he then called back another time, this time just before he slept.
probably to make sure i wasnt angry with him or something. and, i still had that same bitchy attitude about the whole thing with him.
i said, THANK YOU, CONSCIENCE.
sorry eugene. like i said, my tolerance level was worn thin and i was seriously not in my florence nightingale slash mother theresa mode then.
ok whatever, excuses...
bottomline,
jaclyn = bitch, when she is tired and er, cranky.
not forgetting to mention that now, my legs seem to bear an uncanny resemblance to a plate of baked beans thanks to some really horny sandflies.
a plate of really red and itchy baked beans...
so tired.
and i'm kind of being stretched thin by things like homework, band (outdoor season now) and keeping this blog.
seriously, its torturous.
"time management!" you shriek.
what the hell.
shut up.
different people, different er levels of tiredness.
cant think of a word.
kuchinahnah la.
i'm becoming like kwara day by day. kaos.
take now for instance, i have a literature essay about the dramatic significance and suspense on act one scene one of macbeth which is supposedly three pages long, plus physics, A math questions, E math homework to try again, new scores to memorise and an A math test on monday to boot.
not forgetting that my tolerance is already kind of worn out by junying's rants about her un-united section and lazy juniors (with the exception of allan, surprisingly, way to go, allan!) and with me reflecting on my own section, i would have to say that trombones are not really that united too.
plus, i wasnt really satisfied with my performance at band today and generally felt that i could put in more effort. like instead of a 100%, i should have put in a 150% today.
sorry, but the serious side in me surfaces when i'm in band. shouldnt that be the case? band isnt some past time or hobby. its a passion. its a life.
but looking on the bright side, my juniors are really a hardworking bunch and generally we managed to help each other out with stuff like setting up chairs and taking stands and files without the constant urging by siewmin to do it.
my juniors are so loveable. =)
well, thats something to be happy about.
haha. i miss siewmin.
she, unfortunately, has the chickenpox.
what the hell.
and to top things off, eugene has also gotten some sort of illness and couldnt be there to talk to me and let me thrash whatever issues i have about absolutely anything on him.
poor guy.
and of course, what did i, the ever patient and caring friend do?
well, i had that sarcastic tone in my voice when he called to tell me that he was sick and couldnt really talk and i was generally being a bitch about the whole thing.
guilt-ridden now.
thank you conscience, but thats enough guilt for one night.
and as if that wasnt enough guilt piled on me, after that first call, he then called back another time, this time just before he slept.
probably to make sure i wasnt angry with him or something. and, i still had that same bitchy attitude about the whole thing with him.
i said, THANK YOU, CONSCIENCE.
sorry eugene. like i said, my tolerance level was worn thin and i was seriously not in my florence nightingale slash mother theresa mode then.
ok whatever, excuses...
bottomline,
jaclyn = bitch, when she is tired and er, cranky.
not forgetting to mention that now, my legs seem to bear an uncanny resemblance to a plate of baked beans thanks to some really horny sandflies.
a plate of really red and itchy baked beans...