woohoo!

let's say.

the day started off pretty well although i practically dragged myself to meet the other seven percussionists to go to the percussion workshops & clinic [4th day of Percussion by P.A.S] at the Young Musician's Society Arts Centre.

Hey! I took my piano practical examination there before! xp

okay.

we met at amk mrt station and wt and nicholas eng was complaining that this horde of bowen students forced them to support nkf and buy the stupid & spastic $2 pen - and they bought.

so when some deyi peeps, bowen and amk sec peeps came along, they wanted to sabotage me!

-hides behind wall- haha. it was kinda funny la.

wt was so totallie nice. nicholas was saying "saboh her la. we got cheated!"

wt said "no laa. don't be so bad." then she made a face.

i felt like hugging her at that moment, literally! [haha!]

the rest came along. we hung around guardian pharmacy for a while while i bought strepsils -cough- my nose hurts and my throat hurts. it's like i'm talking through my nose. I feel so uneasy! -sniffle-

we took 166 from the bus stop opp. jubilee. was quite a long ride there. we chatted about graduatings and stuffs like that. -boring! then, urmms, we reached.

it was raining.

we walked in the rain.

wt led the way.

danial was annoying me to ashes.

went kopitiam to eat a little.

jas and i shared a longan drink thingy [served in a bowl!]

bijay had his stupid ice kacang which he didn't finish anyway.

beiyu just sat there stealing longan-y syrup from jas. hahas.

went back to the yms ac. collected the stuff outside.

went in the auditorium.

the workshops rocked.

although i was afraid they'd call me up or something.

programme.

tamagoh ; drumset

mr maniam ; ethnic fusion drumming

jonathan yip ; cymbals masterclass

kelvin kew ; west african drumming

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it was really really interesting. i liked the one by tamagoh (what a weird name.. tsk)

mr maniam's one was funny 'cause he was a lame joker and his insts were [are they supposed to be instruments?] a claypot and some monitor lizard skin hand drum. [yuck] -question marks-

jonathan yip was scary! he kept pulling people from the crowd to try out jazz set parts.

EH! after that then anybody who came up got a pair of sabian drum sticks. i wouldn't mind going up if they had told us earlier! errs. okay. i'm tired now.

after the entire workshop, they walked to bugis.

i was lamenting how much i didn't want to be there.

it was degrading okay!

i messaged people and jeralyn replied! =p

she said she just reached home so couldn't meet me.

SIGH.

in the end, while they scrambled about to look for food. i was rather pissed 'cause i was STARVING and they couldn't make up their mind where to eat even though they were just as hungry. like hello?! i didn't eat LUNCH! while they were buying old chang kee, jasmine and i just left.

just like that.

-snaps fingers-

she walked towards the opp direction while i went down the escalator to the mrt.

-strangle-

they didn't even notice we weren't there.

tsk tsk.

AISH.

whatever mans.

i'm pissed.

i hate singing sessions, piano recitals and more.

why not you two just move out?!