well done. organised so many group meetings, brought so much props, carried the damn table to and fro temasek and eusoff hall, burnt all the hell bank notes by myself. so what? it’s not gonna get me more marks. it’s not gonna get me more recognition. what seems to be the group’s responsibility became my own. and yes, i know it, my acting sucks. i cannot act for nuts. that still doesn’t give you the right to take everything i do for granted. you guys are not the only ones upset over the poor assessment we were given for our performance during the practical. and you guys didn’t even have to burn any of the hell bank notes. and nobody bothered to pay back any money.
and now i cannot do my work because i have to concentrate on what my bro’s playing on the piano. he was practically banging the piano just now. destroying the music. destroying what i hold so dear. i gave him a piece of my mind and at least now he’s putting in effort in practising. but i’m still frustrated. my chain of composing thought has been disrupted. i could’ve finished the project before going for mus’art! now i cannot carry on. i cannot be hearing some music and still try to compose. it just doesn’t work. and what seemed like perfect inspiration was completely torn apart by the initial banging of the piano by my bro.
thank god i can still type. so i can still complain while listening to what he calls practising.
and thank god for her presence. otherwise i’d be torn apart from stress already. so many things going on at the same time. earning money and studying at the same time isn’t easy at all. i figured that out long ago. but still, i carry on. i bite my lip and struggle on. accumulated all the stress. but thank god i have her. she waved all the stress away. and once again, i’m happy. then again, i’ve never been upset for long since i know when.
cannot carry on working already. time to prepare for mus’art. sharks.
but still, life is good.
