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Thursday, May 29, 2008 . 12:56 AM

latest updates on choir stuff

I feel so sad today. It's not demoralised. It's merely a cloud of uneasy gloom and emoness and i sulk alot. It's really a series of unfortunate events, followed on by two days back.

Yah, so two days ago I woke up late (11.50.) Choir started at 1 pm and the bus took 45 minutes to reach VS. So I skipped lunch, walked very fast, and managed to end up 10 minutes late. Lol. Then we sucked, so 15 downs. Meaning, push-ups. Then i was late, so 10 more, Then sops stayed back for some more prep talks and 15 more downs. Tot. clocking: 40, on an empty stomach. -________________-.

Then today I woke up at 9, and then slept back till 9.30, then till 10.30... and had to eat a tiny lunch (a tiny cup noodle) and run out of the house again. Then I fortunately arrived 3 minutes early, there was nobody around. So I randomly walked around SSCC (not VS) until some kind soul told me that VS chir was at the Conference Room. So I ran up and was late again. Zzzz. Then at the 'rehearsal' with TKSS we got trashed up, so to speak. Meaning that i floundered due to too-long eye shutting, one song sped up like some mad train, and we were soft, and.......... You get it. So TKSS beat us. I can imagine. '4 more days, you guys still like that. This is not even competition standard. How are we going to Oloumouc like that? We might as well not go, go there get not even a gold or silver or even bronze, just a COP. (cert. of part.) Down. XXXX#$^#^(*&_)%&^.

That didn't happen. But still, I'm under a cloud of emoness. Think of some stilck figure with a big thundercloud perpetually above him, the rest is sunny but the poor stickman is drenched ands soaked to the skin. That's me. haiz... ):>