hmm... cow. waiting for my extremely delicious century egg porridge to cook which i can't savour and take a long time eating cos i gotta be outta the house in 15 min to go for piano lesson! i'm so gonna get a scolding because i didn't really practice my "the dying poet" piece. oh man, that piece is so funny, it starts out so cheerful and nice... and when you compare it to the title... joke man.

crap, mum told me i should go get ready. have nothing to wear. t-shirt and berms again. need to find a t-shirt that isn't crumpled. where's my berms?? my room is a war zone.

yesterday's music fest rocked. i will go into how much it rocked later. the only bad thing was that by the time i got home, i didn't have time to practice my piano or finish my lecture note reading on theory of income. don't have time today which means i'm so screwed. dun have time tomorrow as well. will update later.

FOOD!