I don't even know where to begin.. This week was one of the most hectic in my
life. Chi dance syf and my last jazz concert within the same week..
Now that jazz is over, I couldn't fall asleep last night because then the magic would be gone too soon. Or maybe I was just too tired to fall asleep. Anyway, plugged Harry Connick Jr.'s
Forever For Now to get me through post concert blues today..
my band
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before everyone left, boyle (the cool rock guitarist) said to me "thanks chermaine it was nice playing for you" and I went all sentimental and I wanted to cry then and there, but I couldn't cos I had to go out for supper and chill with the girls. But that was one of the nicest things anyone has said to me, even though it might not mean much to anyone else. Yeah I turn into sentimental mush when stuff like friends happen.
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do you know what it means to miss new orleans
I was really overwhelmed by the show of support yesterday.. My mummy, bro, classmates, dance mates, 410 classmates (lwin and chay you totally surprised me!! thank u for sunset roses!), og mates, choir mates, all my friends who I've been missing / who I love lots lots (:
choir times (:
my dancers
Thank you everyone for the bouquets I love them they are so so pretty.. they are placed all over the house now yay. And the notes and gifts and music box and the postcards and chocolates and the kueh balu!! (smoot tanneh knows me best :D and the rum&raisin choc :P ) And the pretty windmill thing. I have always envied my neighbours for their multicoloured windmill garden and now I have one too!
class love
the guys i like to make fun of.. (:
clara the flautist
(:
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Thank you God for my secret garden. It's amazing but I truly felt like a princess.. Never felt like that before I loved every moment of it. (:
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After jazz, me vernus ivy pam xinying brian went for late night supper to chill out. Ended up discussing dance night stuff :D Can't remember if it was pam or esther who said it, but yeah this Exco rocks. (:
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Going back to sleep, maybe read a little of amy tan, watch some 1930s noir film, eat my rum chocs and feel blissful.
It's time I lived and let live. (:
