I am Sof.

I talked to a friend last night on MSN whom I haven’t talked to for a long time. She’s currently studying at New England Conservatory in Boston for her graduate studies, majoring in piano performance. I’m really happy for her, knowing that she majored in physics for her undergraduate four years at HK U and is finally on to something she really loves. Another friend of mine, who’s studying at the pre-college division of the Central Conservatory of China in Beijing, decided to go to Oberlin for piano performance. I’m so very proud of them, and am looking forward to joining them in the field of professional piano study.

It’s almost May, and coming with that is one of the most prestigious international piano competitions in the world, the Van Cliburn Competition. It will take place from May 20th to June 5th and is well known for its multitudinous and versatile repertoire; preliminary rounds include many 50min/60min recitals, final rounds include two piano concerti. Like, holy moly. I’d get a brain cramp if I were to memorize 6-7h of music and play them perfectly. Perhaps someday in the future.. perhaps.. But I’m looking forward to listening to Wang Xiaohan, a Chinese finalist from 2001’s competition. There’re 8 competitors from China (most represented country among other countries) and 7 of them are women (Chen Sa is one of them). Now isn’t that something? Much to my regret, I’m too poor to go to Texas to watch the competition, but thanks to modern technology, we can now watch the competition online (and even vote for our favourite pianist…) So register (it’s free…) to watch, if you are interested that is (if you are a PC user, firefox doesn’t work.. you can only use IE. ) And I’m done spreading the good news.

Now I’m looking forward to our concert next Thursday. Please come to the concert if you can, it’d mean a lot to me considering I’m playing Rhapsody in Blue with my school’s wind ensemble and I also happen to turn 18 on that day.

I really hope my hands can survive until the end of Thursday because I almost lost my right arm someday last week; my arm was like paralyzed. The cramp is killing me.

今天的我17岁

这个题目还是我从YF那里看到的。这个题目很恰当，很适合我这个把一个夜晚的分割线看得那么重要的人。

我不能想出一个夜晚让一个人有多大的改变，我也清楚地知道我经过这一个夜晚是不会有任何改变的。
其实，我开始写这篇东西，自己都不清楚这些文字会把我迁到那里去。那么就让我的思绪这样流下去，流到哪儿算哪儿吧。

我今天在加拿大。我怕狗。我不打算结婚生子。我脸上在长粉刺。

我在加拿大寻找到了属于自己的个性；虽然我有时候也在想，获得到的这一些是用失去到的换来的。
我失去了儿时那种对人事的嚣张，获得了成年人的一些熟虑。
可我失去了儿时的自然的自我奔放，而获得了使我作恶的虚假做作。

我今天没有特别地感到自己生命的宝贵。我喜欢美丽的事务。我打算环游世界。我肚子疼。

我学会了肚子疼的时候用精神去克制。
我学会了心里痛的时候抓一个枕头把头埋在里面大声吼叫。
我学会怎样做一些汤和菜。
我学会了学习其实是很有意思的事情。

我认知到了只有父母是最爱我的。
我认知到了世界上没有绝对的事情。
我认知到了自己的软弱。
我认知到了我和幸运，我的朋友都是那么有才华，那么的不无聊。

我有过让我一生也忘不了的初恋，现在也完全体会到了什么是爱。
我尝到过成功以后那种在在世界之巅的感觉，也有过最失落最悲哀最要崩溃的时候。
我见到过最美丽的东西，而丑陋的东西也感触过。
所以我有时候想，就算是我明天会去死，我也没有遗憾的事情。

我知道以后的我就没有那么多的保护了，就算是再难再苦，自己个一人也要血淋淋地面对。
不管以后有什么会让我疼痛的事情，都应该努力地去忍耐。

我也许是个被夹在中间的人，而中庸也并不一定是坏事。

我以后还要尽全力去做我爱的事情。没有全部就没有任何。

现在的我17岁。
一周后的我18岁。

Today I

was late.
bought my formal ticket.
got my calculus test back.
had a vocal test.
updated my photoblog.

Tomorrow I will

go to STC to work to make up for the Saturday.
to see a movie, hopefully.
eat dinner alone, in the mall. *sniff*
remember to give out grad photos.

If anyone who hasn’t asked me for a photo and wants a red photo of me by any chance, drop me a line, I shall order more.

I’m really fond of my photoblog which has just been set up recently. And I’m really glad I’m picking it up again.

I haven’t done a lot of work lately, every night when I go to sleep I just feel so unproductive. I probably should start working soon. I need somebody to beat me up.

And my hand is having a cramp again.

WE rehearsal went well last night , it actually made me feel better. It’s amazing how music can soothe one. Screw the stupid people, I’ve got my music and my friends and I’m happy.

A couple of notices:

1/ My photoblog is officially here: http://iamsof.negimaki.com and I’ve decided to pick up the long-forgotten daily photography again. As crappy as my camera is, I can still put up with it.

2/ I got my grad photo wallets. They are really red though, and not very clear; size-wise, they are a little smaller than the usual. I only ordered 8 this time, so if you want one and don’t get one, that means I probably run out. … and please, don’t ask me (or anybody else generally speaking) for a photo just for the sake of having one. Most people would just throw it away, leave it somewhere until it eventually disappears, or lose it. Ask for one if you promise to keep it well. =)

And speaking of giving out wallets, I don’t get why it’s customary to write something at the back. Because photos are small and are easy to lose, whatever written at the back isn’t safe to be kept. Write something in the yearbook would be much safer and meaningful compare to that. And also, it would be redundant to write pretty much the same thing in the yearbook, wouldn’t it? Thus, I’ll save heartfelt messages for the yearbook and I’ll probably just sign my name at the back of the photo or something.

My English seminar is coming up. Becuase the two novels I read are about love and there really isn’t anything political/social worth the research, I decided for my topic to be… “Hi class. Today I’m gonna talk about the history of prostitution.” We were told that it’s very important to think of something creative and fun to engage the class, and Steph and I were bored the other day during lunch, so we were making fun of the possible ‘interactive activities’ and what we came up with was… “In order to convey the idea of prostitution more clearly, I specially invited a professional prostitute to demonstrate her job. Any volunteers?” Muahaha.

Something we also laughed at was, imagine me dressed up in an eveing dress, looking all formal and lady-like for prom. Then we see a grand piano in the hall, and I walk up to the piano lightly, sit down on the bench, when everybody is ready to see some light touch and hear some romantic, slow, beautiful piece possibly by Chopin, I suddenly start banging the last passage from Rhapsody in Blue. Heehee… it sounds like something I should do.

To expand my previous post, I’m enraged because some fucking simpleton threw a humungous eraser at another fucking simpleton during STAR however due to his lack of orientation and throwning ability, it hit right on my head. Then, either because the eraser is made of robber or my head it just too springy it bounced off and hit another person beside me. Just watch, I’ll throw a Schoenberg piece at him one of these days, our beloved version of Oh Holy Night would do, too.

I’m enraged also because UT sent me lots of info regarding the coming year and apparently more files - and important ones (course selction, applied music teacher, etc etc.) will be sent to me during the summer. Which means, I can’t go back to China this summer. Although there’re quite a few adventages of not going back - like I can get a job and get some money, spend almost every single night in downtown, improve some piano techniques, attend concerts, tour around the city, prepare for university, read lots of books, etc. - I’m still very pissed. Very pissed.

And PMS is also part of the reason why I’m so pissed; and the weather too. Give me some sunshine, you hear me?

Forgive me if I ignored you, I did because I didn’t want to tell you to fuck off.

I’m enraged. Go away and don’t ask.

Geez I still can’t believe I just got my prom dress today. My mom and I went to F/X on Queen St. today and I got it. F/X was the 1st and last store I went to for my prom dress, and the dress I bought is the 4th one I tried on; the moment I put it on I just knew it’s mine. It’s crazy, because I thought I’d probably die of going to million stores and not finding a proper dress. Price-wise, let’s just say that I need to compensate myself with the work for the next 3 months. My mom and I both think it’s worth it though, because we do see myself in that dress for piano as well. Further details will be saved until June 2nd, I can’t wait to see y’all looking gorgeous.

Mom got me a pair of shoes too, and because the dress is long, the heels are quite high. I must practise walking in those to make sure I don’t trip over, but in case I do that evening, please don’t laugh at me.

p.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEFF. =)

Flowers were blossoming in London while it was snowing; it was funny to see the beautiful white flowers on the branches and the cold white frost on the ground - they just don’t belong to the same family. Despite the harsh weather, my audition went exceptionally well. It was a right thing to do that I didn’t spend a lot of time practising scales and arpeggios because they hardly ask for any; and the whole atmosphere during the audition was much more relaxed than the audition at UT. I just feel lucky that the winging part worked.

Now I’m relatively free - only one more task to go which is the Spring Concert - so with my spares I decide to hit Queen St. sometime next week for my prom dress, and right now I’m just really reluctant to spend a few hundred dollars on a dress which I will, most likely, never going to wear again. My mom adviced me to look for a dress which I can also wear for my piano performances, that’s a good idea. I do feel sorry for myself playing piano for so many years now and I don’t even have a permanent official dress for performances. But this is only going to make the dress-finding harder. Simone and I are thinking about making my dress ourselves, but that would imply the idea that I would probably show up like some sort of weirdo wearing semi-finished clothes. My plan now is 1/find a good dress that I can also wear for piano 2/if plan 1 fails I’ll go to Chinatown spend 30 bucks on a Chinese dress 3/if plan 2 fails I’m not going to formal. (seriously, I can spend that few hundred dollars on quite a few copies of music scores)

This dress is quite ‘in’ this year, but I detest it with all my heart.

It is so revealing that some shops are insisting on getting parental permission slips before allowing girls to buy it and even the maker’s boss admits he would never allow his own daughter to buy it.

But amazingly the £265 dress, which critics say turns girls “from a Prom princess to a porn queen”, is one of the firm’s best sellers.

I totally agree with the stuff in bold. Yuck, looking at this picture makes me sick, literally.

I need to get another job because right now is the beginning of a lot of money spending. Dress, shoes, jewellery, ticket, car rental, perhaps hair/make-up for prom; dress, ticket for the music banquet; birthday presents for my dear friends; presents for my beloved ones in China; and I haven’t even thought about myself yet. I shall let my shopping desire run wild.

I read this girl’s blog this afternoon, a girl whom I’ve always thought is quiet and sheepish manifests a completely different side of her on her blog: opinionated, determined, passionate, strong. I admire her, really. I’ve said in my previous posts that sometimes I feel I’m not writing what my heart feels but what other people want to read, and I still feel that way. Perhaps it’s just the way I’ve been brought up, it’s hard for me to open up completely. I do possess social inability, but I don’t shun it. The ability to mange the art of social speech doesn’t seem to exist in my gene; I will well in my heart but as soon as it comes to speaking, it’d just come out the opposite of what my heart wills. In this case, I’ve chosen to not to speak. Only if people can read my mind all the time…

So I got what I wanted. Am I happy? Why not, I don’t want to have another breakdown. I’ve been spending most of my 4th year standing at a crossroad, indecisive and undetermined. Surely piano is something I want to pursue, and if everybody is given a talent by God, I do believe mine is music; then I have no reason to not to go for it. However, I do see what’s ahead of me, and it’s not pretty - not entirely anyway. Call it a pessimistic view point, but it’s better than having hopes up high and fall so hardly on my back when it’s not what I envision it do be.

My 4th year hasn’t been intact. Actually, my first detention and my first official skip all happened in this year. Bad girl? Always one in my blood. I don’t give a damn about it though, getting satisfying academic results is far more attention-catching. To be frank, not only isn’t my 4th year intact, it’s been pretty dark as well. I’ve had enough breakdowns, more than you’d ever imagine. I’m disgusted by myself that I’m so frail while I’ve always told myself to be strong. I’ve ran out of the building in a splitting harsh winter night in a tee and sweat pants in hope to catch a cold to gain some mental peace; I’ve crushed so hard that the only thing I could feel was my tears. But I’m glad that I’ve managed, somehow, through all these crap. Now that I stare at my offer and the Congratulations! that I’ve earned, I feel I must give a credit to what once almost destroyed me in full concern of the fact that more harsh things are coming.

To all who tried to help me but ended up giving a shitload of logical reasoning, thanks, but not really. Next time, I won’t have the time to listen to those things which would make me feel dumber. To all who’s been there crying with me and telling me you believe in me - even if it’s a lie - it’s been a lot of comfort, tied me to my sanity; I really appreciate it.

Crossroad soon will become an one-way, and the time for me to make up my mind is elapsing as I type all these words. I’m playing with my future, and no matter what I choose, it’s gonna be a stimulating game.

Tim got into UT as well, I’m happy for him and am looking forward to attending music lectures with him. He almost wanted to cancel Western’s audition tomorrow, that’d be a really wicked thing to do. I didn’t practise my pieces today, and don’t even talk about scales. I’m just gonna go there and wing it.

p.s. sorry my radioblog isn’t displaying… 1GB bandwidth for this month is reached. blame on the traffic - on the other hand, the more the better =P

Baby, I got accepted. =)

Somehow I just got this strong feeling that I’d get it today when I got up this morning. My sixth-sense amazes me quite shockingly sometimes. Today has been my lucky day, I got my English media assignment back with a mark of 19/20. Sometimes I cannot help but to wonder why good things all happen on the same day when bad things, as well, happen on the same day.

I still have to do my Western U audition tomorrow. But with UT’s offer at hand, I’m just gonna go to London, perform freely, and have fun.

I imagine I did pass the UT theory test because they didn’t mention anything about taking a remedial theory course in the summer. Saving money is always a good thing. (Thanks again Matthew, for all that tutoring ^^)

I’m good, I’m all good now.

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今天收到了多伦多大学的录取通知书。似乎早晨起来的时候有种很强的预感，感到今天会拿到通知书。我的第六感有的时候准确地让我吃惊。

..only 2 weeks until I get up in the morning and murmur to myself: good morning, you are 18. Am I paranoid? Someone please tell me I’m paranoid.

I was walking home today after 2nd period, and when I was about to enter my building I looked up at the branches, green little leaves were coming out. How sudden and unexpected. It’s as if it undergone a magician’s bewitching woosh of the wand, *bam* it’s there, it’s all cute and tiny and green. “Spring rain is as precious as oil” - as a Chinese saying puts it, I spent an hour this afternoon lying on my bed, listening to the precious sound of spring rain. What peaceful time it was. Why is it that we have to run around to do whatever we are impelled to do until we are so fatigued and we can no longer stand up, and then we collapse on the ground and look around realizing wow, why the heck were we doing these nonsense for? Life is hard to figure out, but who ever said it should be figured out?

He came back, left again; then she came back. And there were silence and pretence. And banging doors. And more silence. No, I’m fine. I’ve become numb.

Formal is coming soon, too. Tiff’s got a dress, Stell has a plan, Parthi bought his suit long time ago, Steph N. got it a few months ago from the States. I AM STILL CLUELESS. I haven’t even checked out any stores. … well, that’s a lie; my mom took me to PMall but I didn’t see anything good there. After this Saturday, after this Saturday I shall be free.

Just a side note, for anyone who’s concerned with acne or pimple on the face, use Proactiv. It really works. If you don’t believe me, stop me in the hallway and stare at my face if you want living proof. Oh wait, that wouldn’t really work; because you haven’t seen my face before I started using it. There’s still stuff on my face though; but hey, I’ve only used it for a week.

My head is on WM’s page. Wow. Freaked me out. I should practise harder now, can’t bear to disappoint anyone. =P

I probably should go to bed now; get ready for a pic with a cowboy hat.

I watched Closer (no I didn’t go to the theatre, I downloaded it) and I liked it. Especially that gloomy, simple, artistic setting and cinematography. The story was tangible and subtle, I felt it quite poetic; oh, and that sad sad song you are probably listening to right now. (Blower’s Daughter)

During lunch time I was sitting in the quad with Viv, the little breeze just made me feel so very surreal, I wish I could stay in that world forever.

I’m really tired. Lots of thinking was done. Lots of weird thinking.

I have yet to change the colour of Radio Blog as well as some other coding. Meanwhile, enjoy the music.

^^

I wrote my U of T entrace test yesterday which consisted of rudiments and harmony. It wasn’t that hard, each person was given 3h to write it, and I finished the rudiments part in about 15min and spent the next hour or so on harmony - almost exclusively on four part writing. Who’d have thought they’d give you two minor keys? Geez. There was a lot of super confusing stuff in the rudiments part, like asking you to find the interval between a B double flat and a G flat. As I said, it wasn’t hard, but I’ve never written a test on rudiments at this level of difficulty. … and I hope I did help myself to save the $350 for a harmony course in the summer at UT.

Another thing I realized: if I do go study at UT for music, I probably won’t have any brown classmates, perhaps a few black ones; and I envision most of them will be white, and quite a number of Asians (especially Korean?) For my theory test, there were about 60 people and 90% of them were white. Oh my dear brown friends, I’ll miss you.

Next Saturday is my Western U audition; and I think I’ll just go with Tim and his father to save that $66 Via train ticket money (I can use that money to buy a pair of decent shoes for prom or something…) Tim told me that they might ask for studies instead of scales, that means I only have 1 week to pick up my black key etude. =S But we both agreed that it’s better to prepare a study than the scales. Heehee.

One of my students’ mom was really nice, she bought me a magazine all about prom. I’ve just realized how dressless I could be because there’re only about 3 dresses I like in that whole magazine. (it’s thicker than usual magazines) A lot of the dresses make girls look like mermaids: no real curves but just big hips and slim bottoms. I really should go check out the stores on Queen St.. Oh and if anyone wanna borrow that magazine, let me know.

Only 3 more rehearsals for Rhapsody. I’m trying to memorize the piece by tomorrow for the rehearsal. I hope I won’t get brain cramps.

Last period I had calculus, and because we did some review and some chilling, I was able to partially engage in a conversation about prom - since it’s the first day which prom tickets are on sale.Two guys sitting behind me were talking about who to ask to go to prom, and one of them was planning to ask a girl after school and was feeling butterflies in his stomach. I hope the asking part went well for him. The other one, on the other hand, was shocked hearing many girls already have a ‘date’ of some sort, for he was planning to ask the week before prom. “Oh hey.. um, do you wanna go to the prom with me? You know, the thing next Thursday?” While guys are anxiously worrying their heads off about asking girls to go to prom, girl are worrying their heads off getting their dream dresses. So don’t you think being a girl is so much easier because they get to sit there and wait for guys nervously ask them on a date, if you were a girl you would understand how much stress we go through about the shoes, dresses, jewellery, etc etc. =P

A kind advice for guys: if you wanna ask someone, ask quick; otherwise they’ll all be taken before you know. And speaking of asking a girl, please don’t be picky; every girl is beautiful in their own ways. Some information for girls: Mac has this free make-up service I think, if you are thinking about getting pro make-up done you can go there; but then again, go there and sign up quick before everybody crams in there.

Oh man, less than 2 months. And I think the music banquet is just a week before prom. Crazy.

I’m thinking about sketching my own dress and get somebody to make it for me.. if it’s not more expensive than the dresses on sale in the malls.

Whee, UofT entrance test tomorrow. After everything’s finished (ie. after the May concert), take me out?

I’ve been blindly busy.

UofT entrance test this Saturday and I’ve been living with lots of harmonying. I actually enjoy doing those, I like them better than calculus homework. The way I envision my university life is great provided that a lot of music theory/history stuff will be taught every single day. Really, that’s like heaven.

For those who asked me for my grad photo… I ordered the red one (if you remember, the one I posted on my diaryland blog) on Walmart’s website and hopefully I can get them soon. Bad thing is , I didn’t photoshop the ‘LifeTouch’ part out, so it’s gonna look a bit weird. If it’s very bad, I’m gonna photoshop it again to make it better. (and also, I think it’s gonna be a little bigger than what you get from Life Touch)

Blog-wise, I’m planning to make a new layout but I’ve been really spaced out lately; and thanks to Robyn I’m currently working on my background music. Please kindly tolerate this current layout because I know on some computers there’s overlapping going on.

I’m really tired right now - and having a stomachache =( - so I’m too lazy to write a lot, but I just want to express my scolding feelings towards Japan, not only for they shamelessly proposed to UN for the permanent seat but also, they NEVER admitted what they’ve done wrong. It’s a fact that they killed about 300 thousand Chinese people in the Nanking holocaust (they had ‘beheading competitions’ between officers to see who could behead more Chinese people; they took turns to rape Chinese women even when they were pregnant; they killed the women and gouged the baby from their wombs; similar inhumane cruelties are countless) and they never showed any remorse whatsoever and instead, in the textbooks for students, they changed the history and wrote exactly opposite of what happened. Recently there was this huge protest in Beijing against Japan, and I support them. Shame on you, Japan.

Man I still smell like Kensington.

Supposedly ‘blue tongued’ version of me.

The sky viewing from the window of my room.

Things that occupy my mind , in order of appearing frequency:

1/ univeristy
2/ university
3/ university
4/ piano
5/ prom dress
6/ English ISU
7/ going downtown / shopping
8/ job/work
9/ all the fun that’s to come

Things I want to do, not in any particular order:
1/ get my ears pierced
2/ go to Paris
3/ do a photoshoot of naked human body
4/ own a PT Cruiser

I’ve tried on a few prom dresses at STC today, but I don’t think I’m getting one from there, since ‘everybody will get theirs there’. I have some vague ideas of what I want my prom dress to be, but the ones I like are i) too much $$ ii) too long/don’t have my size iii) colours aren’t exactly to my taste. Blah. Although I’ve said I don’t want a black one, but now it seems like I’m desperate to the point that if I do happen to see a good black dress, I’ll probably just buy it. Don’t laugh at me when I appear in a black strapless dress… hehe.

Did I mention I want to do a photoshoot of naked human bodies? I got the idea when I was taking a shower, as crazy as it sounds. It can be so beautiful. Speaking of photography, I think I’m gonna stick with the old-fashioned way with the film and the SLR. Digital is convenient, but the real art of photography also takes action in the process of developing films (which I technically know nothing about). As well, it eliminated the possibility of inauthenticity; namely, photoshopping.

Blame spring’s beauty for my incoherent post.

今天的天气非常暖。虽然天气预报说的只有12度，感觉起来却像是16度。我穿着一件黑色的连衣服，短袖；脱下我的风衣，发现我自己感叹着我居然可以穿短袖和裙子而并不感到冷了。天是没有颜色地蓝，还有云彩，还有太阳照射出的种种反光。

爵士乐队上午演出，下午我有两节自习，还有钢琴课。这种天气怎么能够在室内呢，它逗引着你，让你走出去。走出去，就不想回来了。

我看到CRI上面报道高考的文章和图片，心里有一种悸动；看到以往考生的泪水，充满喜悦或悲伤的泪水，我想到了自己，想到如果我当初没有离开北京，没有来到这里，我会成为什么样的人？我会往那所大学考？我会选择学什么？甚至我是否会能够真正自由地选择？

我已经在这里了，不过我怎样困惑于我如果没有出来我会成为什么样的人，我都已经在这里了。走不回去，这是真理。我昨天拿到了安大略省美术设计学院的录取书，想到了在中国几万名想要考到中央美院的人，他们.. 中的一部分是注定要悲哀的，他们之中学美术的肯定比我学得多，比我学的长; 而现实就是这样，他们无论如何是注定要悲哀的。我心里有些难过。

17， 18岁的我们是美丽的，是年轻的 ；而在中国的这么大的孩子真正感觉过他们美丽的存在么？我不能够相信。最可悲的问题是，这一切的一切不是我们能够改变的。

还有59天，我的朋友们，加油。我们都要面对自己的命运。

Exactly 1 month until the day for me to say goodbye to my sweet adolescence. I was scared of being 18, and still am. Disliking the fact that no one will be there to ‘legally’ protect me while appreciating the fact that I’ll be a free individual.

Yup, very busy.

After 2nd period I ran home, stuffed food in my mouth while packing up to leave to review harmony with Matthew at the Faculty in downtown. Got there 5min late, and after we finished that, I had to catch the TTC all the way to Bayview&Steeles for my piano lesson. Stupid bus was late, and I ended up 30min late (my piano lesson was 1h long) for my piano lesson - I could’ve used the time to review more harmony… blah. After the shortened lesson, I had to rehearse with a student of my teacher’s for she’s doing a piano concerto. Then, mom picked me up (thank God no more TTC) and we had 1h to waste until we go to pick my dad up so we went shopping. Dad got off late, I didn’t get the chance to eat dinner, mom drove me straight to Woburn, and I’m glad the rehearsal went well. =) And I’m also glad I got the chance to catch up on the last 1/4 of Fifth Business en route to places.

Screw the many cards we have to carry: TTC card, health card, library card, student card, bank card, airmiles card, driver’s license… grr. I always mix my airmiles card with my bank card so when I pay with my bank card, I give the cashier my airmiles card and end up embarrassing myself.

It was such a nice day today. Beautiful sky and all. .. and also I finished my ISU 2nd draft! A pile of paper feels so nice in your hands when it’s printed with your work, don’t you think?

I’m so proud of our mad choir.

The concert went fabulously. We performed well - I’m glad that my inner ear didn’t pop when I was singing as it usually would happen - and the other choirs sang beautifully as well (except for the fact that the adult choir’s soprano section never seemed to get the high notes high enough.. and they sounded as if they were being butchered…), the children’s chorus was heavenly. There was a little chubby Chinese guy who was standing in the centre of the huge choir who attracted all of our attention - not only was he cute, he was also very engaged in the music that he started jerking about like a pro opera singer. Oh those kids were lovely. I feel sorry that not a lot of people attended the concert - it is true that there were more performers than listeners; but if I were to pay $40 to listen to them in the Geroge Weston Recital Hall, I would.

Much love to Ayra who has brought so much fun. We started laughing about something super minor and continued the hearted laughter for about 5 continuous minutes until my cheeks started to hurt - while we could not get over the fact that the conductor’s British accent was so sexy. I finally found someone who can be my partner to make a building collapse through clapping electrifyingly loud. Grade tenners, how I love thee.

Prior to the concert, I went shopping after work today, I have to admit that Jacob Connexion is now my 2nd favourite store. Got some springy stuff, and also went to check out some stuff for babies; a pair of tiny shoes for 1-month-olds is $30. Geez, more expensive than mine. I’m clueless of what to buy for babies.

I’m so happy that my arm doesn’t hurt anymore; it stopped this morning, miraculously sudden. As much as I look forward to the 1st rehearsal with WE, I fear I might bomb it due to the lack of practice. I guess I know what I’m doing tomorrow.

all these is part of being in this choir