Today's performance. What can i say? Guitar strap came off half-way. Thank God Mr Ceasar did an introduction before the next song. so i've got time to put it on again. And well, everytime i've a performance or something, nobody close to me turns up. At first, i was very upset. Now, i dont feel upset anymore. Cause i can't be bothered. Tit for tat then.


I'm feeling so stressed and tired. Seriously. No appetite and all. But the show must go on. Isn't that what band always remind me of?


After the performance and back to school to put back the instruments, i, rachel and amanda went to paya lebar long john silver to eat. we had a good chat there and all. and one thing about it is that i've learnt something. i discovered something new about myself. Just like what Mrs Meya said. That no one would actually know 100% of themselves. Not even to their deathbed. And it is a good thing to learn how to discover things about yourself.


If Euthanasia is allowed in Singapore, i would be the first one to run to do it. At least it wont seem to be as bad. And that at least its less painful i guess? But thank God for that Singapore has banned it. Whew.



Too confused to become calm.


Still, afterall, no one really cares a lot about others. Cause afterall, man is self-centred, self-obsessed and some even carries an attitude of self-righteousness.


I dont believe in the idea of "best" friends. Due to things that happen. Anyway, i'm proud to announced that i do not have a "best" friend. Thank God for that. Friends betray one another, friends backstabbed one another, gossiped, bitched about one another. Haiz. All these experiences have been poisoning my soul.


Lit students should be able to understand this and analyse the real meaning behind this. Non-lit students can probably understand this. This to me i think is quite an easy poem to understand.

A Poison Tree by William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine -

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree




Once again............ URGH!