I am Sof.

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.