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Saturday, July 23, 2005 ♥



Guitar's Concert's over...finally.
It was quite great. I was really happy to see my mum and sis there...It was so much better than during the rehearsals on thursday..
The mcs were cao lame..
I think they are going to lao ba sha to perform today, i dun think i will go.
Yesterday when it ended, i should have been very happy. Instead it turned out lousy. I couldn't find my(my brother's) guitar. everyone displayed their guitars on the stage so that i can look for mine, but yet it wasn't there. there was an extra one, so the coach insisted that it should be mine then, but i was quite sure it wasn't..i was sad and angry, also becos everyone else was happy and had so many friends who came to support them. throughout the whole concert i didn't think..i just ran about, when it was time for me to go on stage i appear...until the end, i was so drained out..i just bursted again..
HaIz...i think pple will find me a nuisance.for crying so much, for getting so agitated and worried for what they deem as a very small matter.
i noe that my dad will sure reprimand me like hell if i 'lost' my guitar. they found out that someone mistook my guitar, they expected that since next week we will still be in school, then just swap next week.yet my dad insist that we go down to tiong bahru to find that person immediately. well, that maybe natural, since the guitar's not mine. he said it himself. if i lost my guitar he wouldn't even care, but now i am 'losing' my brother's guitar...grr can't be bothered anymore.
Here's a list of the pple i want to thank..
First and for most: Sabrina Wee--she's my best friends in guitar, i thank her for caring for me so much, staying so calm when i was practically blowing everyone off, consoling me when i cried or when i feel down...thanks a lot a lot..
Secondly, my sis and mum for supporting me.sis: yeah, you always think you are the calm, composed, mature thinker and speaker, but sometimes, you shld watch what and how much you say. but nevertheless, i want to thank you for coming and support me. thanks to my mum who was ill and still came..love ya lots.
thirdly, my dad for waiting for almost 4 and 1/2 hrs to drive us home..
fourthly, the guitar members for caring for me when i was so upset over the guitar, sorry i made a nuisance of myself.Thank you xiu jun, joanne, jc,xi yang, kiankee, yonghong(uncle),adam,jade,xiu jun's friend( sorry i dunno ur name--the one who help us a lot and arranged us to our rows to get us ready for our turn),etc etc every single peson who helped me and cared for me...and you pple did a real great job for the concert. especially the juniors. we did it! you pple were wonderful, great learners, considerate, and...yup so much goodness..haha! we juniors rock!(we showed 'em..heehee)The seniors did a marvellous job too.
Thank you Yen nee, for coming to support us and caring for me and for the flower. you were always there..haha
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE ELSE I DIDN'T MENTION..THERE'S TOO MANY I WANT TO THANK...THANK YOU TO PPLE WHO CAME, THANK YOU PPLE WHO HELPED OUT FOR THE CONCERT..

♥reflected @ 2:01 PM


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