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Violin lesson today was a nauseating cross between awful and downright dreadful. Laoshi was properly annoyed with my pitching, to the point of being very incensed. I have never doubted that the violin is one of the most challenging instrument to play, but I never anticipated such dreadful undertones when I don't bother practising.

Granted, I slack, and therefore hand co-ordination is terrible, but yet I seriously think she expects too much. I mean, I learnt vibrato in half an hour, but somehow I was supposed to have mastered it eons ago? Cut me some slack please. Laoshi and me just don't click very well I suppose. She expects this fantastic violin prodigy genius person just because I play the piano and I'm in a choir. But it doesn't work that way.

Now she's got me upset over my atrocious second piece. I really believe that I can't play it. Reason being I don't practice. :( Whoopee. The piece is killing me. I've got a splitting headache trying to master all those terrifyingly fast running notes that are murdering my fingers and my bow. I actually expect smoke to rise from my overworked bow very soon. All that friction..

Laoshi moved my next lesson to this wednesday. Monday is 14 Feb - Valentines Day, so she thought I should have a break. Thank you.

So now, I have my chinese essay to complete, and get to practising my pieces well enough for wed.'s lesson, as well as finish reading Act 3 and 4 of The Crucible. On top of that, my theory is incomplete as usual (it has been that way since jan1), and I haven't started on Chopin's Waltz. It doesn't take much of a brain to know I don't. have. the. time. to. study. Crucible.

Someone shoot me.

Mum's telling me all about Desperate Housewives now. The plot and everything. So she doesn't allow me to stay up late to watch the show, now she gloats about it too? Mum rocks. x)

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