Thursday, February 16, 2006

This weekend is going to be one full of goodbyes. Not just to the people in TPC but also to church friends. Won't elaborate now but will after the 'farewell' dinner.
I'm not sure what I'll be doing after this internship, I don't think I want to go back to work because what with the sales job and now the internship, I realised I can't really concertrate on my piano. And even though the exam seems so far away in July, this is Grade 8 we're talking about. I really want to pass it on the first try and to go for lessons well prepared. Somehow I'm so tired after coming back home. Don't even know why. Perhaps I'm not used to waking up at 7. I shall probably just go and do relief teaching at SN and then go for my membership and baptism classes, maybe re learn the guitar and go for floorball training. I shall fill up my days with well rounded activities. While work is an experience, (I believe I've had enough experience thrown at me in the week I did the sales job), this break between A levels and University is the only long enough break for me to get down and do things I won't be able to do because I'm too tired when I'm studying.
Valentine's Day this year was one year I didn't receive any chocolates or flowers or candy. Sadly, secondary school and junior college gave me lots of stuff haha, so it was weird that there was no loot this year. But right now being attached isn't a number one priority (not that it ever was) but the A level results and my other options. 'One never plans to fail, one fails to plan' and for such an important thing like higher education, I will definitely plan. I've been planning quite early actually. (The only thing that will mess up my plans is if I don't do well or if I screw up the interview process) Boo.
People, next time, there's a concert, ask me to go. Was trying desperately to find people to go with me to see Oasis. Asked Sonya because she was the only one I knew who listened to them and just found out that Hwee and YuX bought tickets as well and they didn't know I wanted to go. So, to prevent such a thing from happening again like it did to the Michael Buble concert where I realised too late that Gladys wanted to go, if...
Josh Groben, Maksim, Clay Aiken, Westlife or Michael Buble ever come, you have to ask me to go.
For other concerts, maybe it won't matter as much if I miss them. But for those above, I MUST go.