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Monday, November 08, 2004

its a fateful monday night. i tried to blog. i wrote a 3000 word long blog. and upon posting, it vanished before my very eyes. blank. nothing. i am seriously fed up of this crap. its the fourth time its happened. now i feel [(very very very very very very)²²³] irritated and annoyed and exasperated and [insert frustrated word here].

basically i wanted to tell everyone about CoL 3. but apparently this blog is pro-lyss and it has fouled up upon publishing since it doesnt want the internet world to see how stupid loyang's best musical/concert/cheap production was. shit you blog. if you were organic i'd defenestrate you and reconstruct your pathetic organs so that they'd form a smiling vertical pentagonal lattice structure. GRR.

i was talking about colours of loyang three the muslca/concert/cheap production and how Danielle rushed from her netball training to catch the concert as i had free tickets, which i had struggled to obtain for the whole day. she reached during the interval and went to sit with her two church friends, whom, i felt, were overflowing with an excessive amount of positive personality. fun people. watched the dumb concert. after the concert, she had to wait 30 minutes for me to take pictures with my friends. i wish to apologize. this apology is late 2 months. i am sorry.

blogger will not let me blog. tmr is my music exam. i should be reading up on the Brandenburg Concertoes. shit you blog. i'd slice your scalp off and replace it with grafted skin the soles of your feet if you were human.

anyways, however, diddydidoom, the concert/musical/cheap production was stupid and my favourite instruments was insulted by getting some poser to sit on the drum seat and 'play' the drums to a prerecorded track. i felt insulted. stupid percussion ensemble came out all confident and smiling. of course lah. i'd be like that too if i was playing to a pre-recorded track. dumb shit. mr suhaimi you expect too much of your extremely mediocre performers. and yes, i am writing this with immeasurable bias. i hate you, lyss. 4 years of my life spent in intellectual and educational prison.

after the concert/musical/cheap production, after i took pics, i went for a nice stroll along the singapore river with Danielle. could tell she was really tired and couldnt really absorb whatever was going on and wasnt really in the mood to talk. met han xian caine jeriel and yan chen. they were hilarious. they were as lost as i and Dan were. we got to city hall. i had my usual thomas kemper and ate bk for dinner, where i met boaz judah and my brother. blah blah blah (extended narration denied by faulty blog).

arranged for taking of photo with Meliana Halim and Dionne Tjandra at simei. Dan obviously didnt know why i was getting off at simei and she just followed blindly. damn i'm sorry. she was so tired. boarded the train back to pasir ris.

at pasir ris, took another nice stroll home. chatted for like 2 hours under her block. haha. hoho. every other person who came out of the lift was mistaken for one of her parents. i guess talking to her was the only way i could've made up for the trouble she went through in order to come to that concert/musical/cheap production. guess she did it for her church friends too, amongst who was Rebecca, who, btw, was one of the better performers. bade each other farewell. crossed playground to home. time : 12.15a.m.

as you can see i put a lot of effort into my blogs and ESPECIALLY HATE IT WHEN MY BLOG FUCKS UP AFTER A 3000 WORD POST. and this HAD to happen when i FINALLY planned to blog. i am very irritated. i think i will go to sleep. sorry to everyone. and Danielle too for the concert night. the more i think of it the more i'm guilty.

- Ben @ 11:29 pm

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